Chapter 12 The Fury of General Zhentian

29th year of Shinra, September 18th. Mengyang, the eastern suburbs of Yining City.

Yeming Mountain looked up, and the blue fengxinzi flag rolled with the wind in the autumn morning. A big 'night' pen on the flag meant implicitly and gentle, but it was like thousands of troops and horses ambushed behind a beautiful mountains and rivers, making people awe-inspiring and cold. Under the gray sky, the 70,000 light armored brigades of the Night Kingdom formed twelve phalanxes and slowly moved forward. He immediately stood on a hill on the side of the formation, pushed the Zhanlu sword a few inches from the sheath with his left thumb, holding a golden flag in his right hand, and looking at the terrain and mountains in the distance. Two hours after the scout found the whereabouts of the fierce horse, the army maintained such a strict formation and slowly advanced.

The eastern suburbs of Yining City are a wild and green low mountain beam. Yeming Mountain saw the gentle slope and frowned slightly - if the enemy ambushed behind the mountain beam and tens of thousands of iron riders rushed down, these 70,000 light armored brigades would be difficult to resist. He waved the golden flag in his hand to signal the slowdown of the middle array, the phalanxes on both sides accelerated their speed, the huge and orderly military array slowly changed their formations, and the momentum of the adult wings gathered together. Long shooters and long archers occupy the central position to give a thunder blow from the front when the enemy rushes.

The fat imperial envoy quietly approached Yeming Mountain, swallowed his saliva, blinked his little eyes pitifully, and came over and asked, "General Ye, are we safe here? The barbarians won't kill it, will they?"

Ye Mingshan glanced at him and said lightly, "There is no safe place on the battlefield, only a place where you can die at any time."

The imperial envoy looked left and right. When he came, he followed the 20 imperial imperial forbidden army, but there was nothing in front of the army of tens of thousands of people. He squeezed out a flattering smile and said, "Can the general send some guards for the imperial envoy--"

"My warriors are going to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, not your personal bodyguard--" Ye Mingshan interrupted him coldly and showed no mercy.

"You--" The imperial envoy looked as ugly as swallowing a fly, shook his sleeves and left embarrassedly.

At this time, the deputy general quietly came over and said, "General, I found the major general's troops, and the whole army was destroyed."

Ye Mingshan turned his head and stared at the vice general directly into his eyes, as if to see a sign of lying. But the loyal vice general's eyes were so calm that he looked at the general, without hiding at all, calmly and calmly. In Ye Mingshan's ears, the words 'the whole army was destroyed' rumbled, as if there was an earthquake in his thoughts. But he is the general of the empire. At this time, it is not the time of tenderness and indecisiveness. Tens of thousands of troops are in his hands, and he can't be dizzy for a moment. He regretted that he should not let Yuanhong lead 3,000 light cavalry to delay seducing the enemy. But it is useless to regret at this time. He took a long breath and said calmly, "I know!"

The vice general was a little unbearable in his eyes. He knew that the general was worried about his son's comfort, but the military law was ruthless, and the general could only bury his worries in his heart. He bowed and said, "The young general is young and good. There will be no surprises. The general can rest assured--"

Ye Mingshan waved his hand to signal him to keep quiet. His face under the moon white helmet is more serious than armor. He is listening carefully, and the shadow in his eyes is getting heavier and heavier. He turned over and got off the horse, put his head on the ground, and felt it carefully. Then he said, "Someone is marching within ten miles! It must be a heavy cavalry!" The warriors can generally feel the vibration of the ground to judge the speed and number of the enemy. Whether it is a light horse or a heavy cavalry, the general can judge that it is a vigorous horse of Chi Nasi.

"Come so fast!" The general got back on the horse, was silent for a moment, and said, "Ming Hao!"

"Yes" Vice General pulled out a bent bow at his waist, opened a bow and arrow, and a long arrow pierced into the sky with a sharp roar. This is an order for the army to open its defense and stand ready.

The general looked at the gentle slope of the mountain beam and looked more and more severe. At this time, the heavy rhinoceros horn in the army was blown, and the long archers had been lined up, half squatting down, arched with arrows, and pointed diagonally to the sky. The long gunman stepped forward, and the steel long gun of one foot and three feet was put down, pointing flat in front of him, in front of the archer. The knife hand raised the shield palm knife and stood opposite the long gunner, ready to resist the enemy's charge with a shield at any time. This is one of the strongest defensive formations of the Night Light Armor Infantry. Ye Mingshan did not adopt the attack formation, because there is no army that has more violent combat power than Chi Nasi's vigorous riding, not to mention the essential gap between the combat ability of the light armored brigade and the vigorous riding warriors. If he abandons the defense and fight against the enemy, Mengyang will have no chance of winning.

At this time, all the soldiers could feel the roar of the earth, and the gravel on the ground was shaken up and down, like the hearts of soldiers. The bowstring of the long archer was tight and was about to be broken, and the long shooter in front of the formation couldn't help sweating coldly - they had to face the emperor on the battlefield, the most terrible fierce horse. The Mengyang warriors opened their eyes and stared at the mountain beam. In the light of the morning, the mountain beam seemed to be the back of the beast, and they would turn their heads to swallow them at any time. Close, the roar of the horse's hoof is like thunder, and you can already see the smoke behind the mountain beam.

Ye Mingshan rushed to the front and stared at the heroic cavalry not far away. He saw a white wolf flag slowly rising from behind the mountain beam. In the light at this time, he could clearly see the white wolf's surging and roaring image. Ye Mingshan was all over his body, and he actually heard the song in the sound of the thunderous horseshoe.

"The king is like the sun, shining high in the east, and the place of virtue is like the light of the world.

Thinking for me, I can't see the banners and flags in my hands, and there are no rivers or clouds on top.

There is no god in the sky and no spirit in the earth. The sky and the earth fall down together.

What kind of stupid clown dares to be a horseshoe?

Tens of thousands of warriors from the far north grassland sang this battle song loudly, and their momentum climbed to an unattainable state in an instant. The warrior of the black armored black horse held a knife in his right hand and his horse in his left hand, singing this battle song repeatedly. The vigorous cavalry exuded a strong smell of blood, mixed with the smell of steel and rust. They were like a black flood, raging and roaring, ready to swallow the tens of thousands of steps below with thunder. Under the momentum of riding forward, it is really like "What kind of stupid clown dares to be a horse's hoof?"

King's Japanese post. Chi Naisi rode in front of the horse and looked down at the Mengyang Brigade waiting below. He frowned slightly, but a smile appeared on his face: "Okay, okay, okay. It is worthy of Mengyang's general Zhentian, and his defense is unique in ancient and modern times.

"Maybe it's Mengyang's other generals. This Yeming Mountain is not so divine!" Su He. Saihan raised his knife high and pointed straight to the sky. That said, but this heroic leader is afraid of General Mengyang Zhentian in his heart. He really doesn't want to fight against Mengyang's journey.

"Don't be lucky. Ye Mingshan, the famous general of Mengyang, is undoubtedly the only one who can calmly face our iron horse and arrange such a strict formation!" The king said that when he saw Mengyang's soldiers standing tightly waiting for their charge, he felt a burst of blood boiling. "Wait! Wait! Poor children, the wolf is coming.

"Father, according to the etiquette on our grassland, do we also want to fight against the Mengyang people again?" Suil and Ke also held a knife, with a short bow at the back of their waist, hanging a quiver next to the saddle, and waited for the order of the charge. There was also a delicate small gold lock hanging around his neck, with a beautiful feng chin engraved on the lock, and two pocket boy 'Yuanhong' engraved under the feng feng jingle. This is a relic of Ye Yuanhong, and Suil and Ke left it as a monument of their own growth.

"It depends on who the enemy is. If it's just a stupid clown, just step on it, but the other party is Mengyang's peerless general Ye Mingshan, which is another matter. Everyone wants to see him die with their own eyes. General Zhentian is not the kind of person who died confusedly in the chaotic army. The king said with a smile. Su Zile, let's go to General Zhentian in Mengyang first.

The king rushed up from the mountain beam with a whip, followed by Suil and Ke. Su He. Saihan couldn't rest assured of the king. With a wave of his hand, he also rushed down with several heroic warriors.

Ye Mingshan saw several cavalry rushing out of the mountain beams, and a rare smile appeared on his face: "How can the wolf king of Chi Na Si speak etiquette? I thought he would wave his army directly!" However, he is still nervous. For the vigorous cavalry, it doesn't matter that the foothold is unstable and ready to go. The vigorous cavalry can organize an effective charge at any time in any terrain, which is their most terrible place.

Ye Mingshan rushed to meet the Chinasi King, followed by only two guards. He saw the king's long white hair drifting in the wind, and his face was common to the blackness of grassland people. Only those eyes were as bright as fire. Seeing those eyes, everyone knew what kind of blood was flowing in the man's body. A few feet away, Ye Mingshan bowed his hand and said, "Is the supreme king of the Chinassi clan?"

The mountain-like man was wearing wolf skin armor, with a rock-like face and said in a low voice, "General Mengyang Zhentian?" The voice of the king came with the wind, and there was the sound of sword fighting against each other.

"It's really a shame that the younger generation has no achievements and can make the king remember it!"

"General Zhentian is a famous general. There is no need to be modest. The only general Mengyang can take action is the general! I don't know whether the general's reputation has suppressed others, or Mengyang really has no successor? The king speaks ruthlessly, and most of the warriors on the grassland are vulgar and upright, but the king's biggest hobby is to study southern classics and documents, so he is a little wiser and has a long-term vision than ordinary barbarian warriors. He knows what to say on what occasion, and he won't show face when they are tit-for-tat.

Ye Mingshan smiled calmly and asked, "What does the king want? How can the king withdraw from the army?

The king was stunned for a moment. He thought that Ye Mingshan would argue about something because of his defamation of Mengyang, but he didn't expect that he would ask so directly. He also smiled and said, "As long as your emperor grazed my two counties, I will retreat. I don't want to unify the world. I just want my people to live better. The grassland is too poor.

"I think the king's appetite is too big!" Ye Mingshan stroked Fu Zhan Lujian, "The king cherishes his own people and does not hesitate to start a war. But when slaughtering the people of Mengyang, have you ever thought about who loves them? His eyes became sharp and he looked at the king fiercely.

The king smiled and his eyes were cold. "I thought that General Mengyang Zhentian was a hero who could ignite the wolf smoke in troubled times, but I didn't expect that he was just a lackey for the emperor!"

"I'm not thinking about the world of Wanyi's family. I just can't bear to see the people of Mengyang being slaughtered like pigs and dogs!" Ye Mingshan said without letting at all.

The king looked up to the sky and laughed, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. His voice suddenly became sharp: "Slaughter like a pig and dog? In this world, you, I, including your Mengyang and the emperor of Fanyang, we are all pigs and dogs in the eyes of God!" The king's voice was extremely gloomy, like a gloomy wind from the abyss, which made people's hearts shib.

Ye Mingshan didn't seem to hear what he said. He stared at Suil and Ke beside the king, and his eyes fell on the little golden lock on his chest. The blue veins on his forehead jumped, and the uncontrollable fury was gathering in his chest, almost exploding. Su Rile was a little afraid under his eyes, but when he thought that he was going to take over the throne of his father, he immediately stared back fiercely.

The king followed his eyes and fell on the small gold lock on his son's chest and immediately understood what was going on. He waved his hand and said, "Your son is very brave and has not humiliated the reputation of General Zhentian. He awakened another young king's determination to burn heaven and earth with his blood, and his death was worth it!"

The bones of Ye Mingshan's hand holding the whip were pale, and his face hidden under the moon and silver helmet was as cold as frost. His eyes were about to open. He said in the most terrible and most solemn voice: "On the battlefield, I will slaughter you like pigs and dogs--" After saying that, he pulled the horse back to Mengyang and pulled out the Zhanlu sword, and pointed to the sky. , turned the anger into a long roar and shook for nine days.