Chapter 9 Yuan Hongmei

Ye Yuanhong's equestrian skills are absolutely outstanding among the young people of the Mengyang Dynasty. He was like a gust of wind passing through the battlefield and could not touch his body. At the moment when the magnificent cavalry waved, he only saw a virtual shadow flashed under the bright knife light. His face was as cold as the cold winter of three or nine days, and his eyes were as deep as the starry sky staring at the king Chinasi standing up. The king stood there, like an eternal mountain, just to wait for Ye Yuanhong to step on the horse. He was alone, but he was as powerful as roaring as thousands of troops and horses. His white hair flew against the wind, and the light smile at the corners of his mouth was as faint as flowers. The smile of the king as strong as a bear was as Buddha's quiet as looking at the sea and mulberry fields.

Several heroic cavalrymen not far from the king found his intention, suddenly drove Gao Yunma to run to Ye Yuanhong, rushed more than ten steps, and violently tightened the horse's reins. Gao Yun Ma, who reached the god's long hiss, then supported his hooves, raised his hooves high, and several bowls of large horses' hoofs smashed down. Ye Yuanhong added a whip to his horse, and the charge was faster, as if he hadn't seen the horseshoes with hard hoofs. This unprecedented momentum even moved several heroic cavalry. If you are on the grassland, such brave warriors will certainly be respected by everyone, but this is a battlefield. They are enemies and must not be negligent and kind.

Several heroic warriors saw the enemy's childish face and couldn't bear to see the horse's hoof crushing his head. Some people even turn their heads away and don't want to look at it again. However, they still underestimated Ye Yuanhong's decisive decision. Not only did they not avoid it, but they didn't even even cover his head with their arms. Instead, his body was straight on the back of the horse, and the arm holding the knife tried to open. Suddenly, the bright knife light wrapped in a fierce airflow flashed from the horse's leg. Several horses gave a tragic hiss and long hiss, and the heavy horse fell heavily, and even several heavily armed and armed cavalry were suppressed.

Ye Yuanhong didn't care about watching a few cavalrymen who stopped him. He knew that his warriors were being killed, and the light cavalry that gave up almost all the defensive armed were not as strong or willpower as strong as riding. Three thousand light cavalry seemed to be submerged in the rolling iron stream, and like the land ploughed by the iron plow, rolling up scarlet flesh and white bones. He had no time to hesitate. There was no guard beside the king, only the mountain-like figure stood there. Less than 50 feet, just a few breaths, just a few breaths--. Ye Yuanhong even held his breath nervously.

It suddenly occurred to him that if his father saw him rushing so bravely to the supreme leader of the enemy, would he agree with him? He did not escape and never thought about dodging. His heart was full of decisiveness. He just wanted to cut the sharp blade into the king's body - so that he won and may even prompt the whole army of the Chinasi to retreat. What a great achievement? It's just that his father can't see what he is doing.

The resolute face softened again - maybe my father would say it was reckless. Sometimes he is so strict with himself, exercises hard, improves combat effectiveness, and is the strongest among his peers. If he can change his father's praise, he feels that everything is worth it. I even wanted to make such a strict request to make my father feel sad and make myself feel that my father doesn't only care about the night stars.

But the father is not here, and he can't see what his son is facing! Ye Yuanhong's desire to live became stronger. He must capture the king. He also wanted to follow his father and protect the night stars - the desire to live had never been so strong, as if every detail of his body was trembling, struggling to live, and he was not allowed to die here!

The saber was raised high, and the light of the moon shone on his young face. There was only a distance from the horse. He could even see the wrinkles on the king's face and his mottled hair, but he also saw the confident and slightly compassionate eyes on the king's face - the king was so calm that he panicked.

The king moved, and the king, who had been standing quietly like a mountain, did not retreat. The knife cut down obliquely and was so fast that he could not find the track. His muscular body was as soft as a snake. He actually bent his waist into a bow, and the knife brushed in front of him like that, which was dangerous and even cut off a wisp of the king's hair. But the strand of hair cut off was the only chance given to him by the king. Ye Yuanhong's ability could touch a wisp of the king's hair. He couldn't help smiling bitterly: "How can he easily kill the king of Chi Nasi who can become a wolf?"

The king straightened up, opened his right hand, shouted loudly, and patted the horse heavily with his thick palm. In an instant, the overwhelming power submerged the impact of Ye Yuanhong and the war horse. The horse's body and Yushan fell down like a bombard. Ye Yuanhong jumped high from the horse, held the knife in both hands, and swooped down like an eagle falcon, and cut the knife down with the momentum of splitting Huashan Mountain.

The king shouted, "Okay--" His eyes burst into excitement, as if he had returned to the hot blood of galloping on the battlefield when he was young. He faltered down and slowly stretched out his hand, as if picking the most delicate flowers on the grassland. Just between that, the index finger and middle finger of his right hand restrained Ye Yuanhong's powerful knife. Slow, fast, how is this possible? Ye Yuanhong seemed to walk into the most absurd nightmare. He couldn't describe what it felt like, like seeing cold fire and hard water - the king slowly stretched out his hand and looked powerless, but he took his thunderous knife. He thought that his knife was fast enough and strong enough, but he didn't expect that he was nothing in front of the king of Chi Nasi--

The king did not give him any more time. While restraining the knife, his thick left hand clenched his fist and hit him fiercely in the chest. As if hit by a thick broken city hammer on his chest, Ye Yuanhong's body fell back and sprayed a string of scarlet blood in his mouth, which turned black in the cold moonlight, like ink fainting in the water: "I'm going to die?" He thought dizzily, and then fell to the ground heavily.

The magnificent cavalry of the guard finally rushed over. When Ye Yuanhong rushed out of the battlefield and rushed straight to the king, Mengyang's light cavalry already knew what he was going to do, so he tried his best to delay as much as possible to make time for Ye Yuanhong to capture the king, and wait for the heavy cavalry to get rid of them like ghosts. When the light cavalry were there, the king had solved the enemy who dared to offend the king's power with his proud fighting power. Mengyang's cavalry suddenly lost their last willpower, and their hands holding the knife were much weaker - the leader was captured, they had lost their last chance, and the defeat was decided.

Without waiting for Ye Yuanhong to get up from the ground, several handles* have come out of his neck. The king stood not far away with a shallow smile, both mocking and compassionate, and his amber eyes were as inviolable as a wolf. The owner of Chi Nasi once again defended the dignity given by his god with domineering force. The gray-haired man's chest was not flesh and blood, but a beating flame, which was enough to burn the whole south into a scorched earth with a short inch of grass. Compared with it, Ye Yuanhong is still too young and too young. From beginning to end, the king smiled faintly and did not be angry and arrogant. Under this indifferent posture, Ye Yuanhong felt like a clown, provoking the giant with a knife like a matchstick. As a result, he was slapped far away, ridiculous and pitiful.

The king's low and hoarse voice sounded, "Let the young warrior get up. He has the courage to kill me in the army and has won him the qualification to live. Let him watch his comrades-in-arms crushed by my heroic cavalry and let him know what the emperor on the battlefield is." Then he turned to Suil Heke, who held the white wolf flag in his hands, and said, "Son, only by getting rid of the fear in your heart, facing the enemy as bravely as your father, and killing decisively can you dominate the grassland in the future!"

Suil and Ke did not look at his heroic father, but just stared at the young Mengyang warrior who was restrained by the heroic cavalry - he looked not much bigger than him, but he dared to confront his father head-on. He thought he couldn't do it. But I feel sad again. Will my father kill him? I can't help but feel a trace of gimmer in my eyes.

The king looked at his son like this and couldn't help but feel a little haggard: "This child who wants to rule the whole grassland in the future is still not decisive enough! Unexpectedly, he has sympathy for the enemy - the king's taboo!" Seeing that he is getting old year by year, when will this only son grow up?

Suil and Ke turned their eyes to the battlefield again. At this time, 3,000 Mengyang cavalry had been killed and injured. The vigorous cavalry were very stable, and their hands rose from the knife to the ground, and the rolling heads were mixed with splashing blood flowers. He had never seen such a cruel scene. The cavalry of the two sides collided with each other at high speed, splashing a string of enchanting blood and separating, as if it was not flesh and blood, but a fragile mud puppet. Life is not even as good as the humble grass on the battlefield, the limbs, the head, and the mourning of the war horses. Is this war? He couldn't help feeling nauseous. He reached out to cover his mouth and took a deep breath, but the smell of blood from the air poured into his chest and finally couldn't help spitting out.

The king looked at his son with a blue face and said nothing. His eyes were cold and disappointed, and he no longer looked at his son with a gentle smile. He said in the coldest voice, "Do you feel sick?" Senran's voice was as terrible as a grinding disc that crushed bones, "Suil and Ke. Japanese post. Chi Nasi, I'm very disappointed. You are my son. You have inherited the flesh and blood of my Chinasi clan, but you don't have the courage to inherit Chinasi. You don't deserve to be my son!"

Suile and Ke reached out to wipe the dirt on their chins and looked at their father. They had never seen their father look at themselves so harshly. His father just called him by his full name, and only the enemy will call him his full name. His father's face is Tieqing. The indifferent tone is so strange. Maybe I really disappointed my father. The emperors in troubled times did not allow sympathy. They are the gods walking in the clouds. How can they sympathize with mortals?

The king shouted, "Bry him here!"

Sertain cavalry came with Ye Yuanhong, and he stood up and did not kneel down. A cavalryman kicked him hard and bent his leg, forcing him to kneel down.

The king looked down at Ye Yuanhong and asked in a low and hoarse voice, "Tell me your name and age." The irresistible voice has a heavy sense of oppression.

"Ye Yuanhong, 18 years old." He straightened up, looked at the king like a beast, and shouted.

Su He. Saihan's simple face was full of surprise and said, "Young Mengyang warrior, you have won my respect again!" With that, the generals who dominated the 60,000 fierce horses took off their helmets and bowed like him.

The king said lightly: "Brave enemies can only respect and cannot sympathize. Your father, General Zhentian, should be proud to have a child like you!"

Su Rile and Ke looked at Ye Yuanhong's bloody and unyielding face. It turned out that he was as big as himself! He couldn't help sighing that he was really not as good as him. He is also 18 years old, and this person named Ye Yuanhong is much better than himself.

The king said nothing more. He pulled out of the waist of a magnificent cavalryman, handed it to Suzil and Ke, and said indifferently, "Kill him!" If you don't want to disappoint me anymore, kill him and cut off his head!"

Su Rile took the knife in a daze, looked at his father in panic, looked at Ye Yuanhong, and did not dare to move - he had never killed anyone! Although he has killed cattle and sheep, he can't really kill a living person.

"If you hold a knife, you will tremble, when you see that the enemy is about to die, and if you see blood, you will be afraid. Are you the direct descendant of my Chinasi clan?" The king's cold voice froze the world into an ice cellar. "You are my son. I will defend the glory that belongs to my grassland all my life, but my son is a Mengyang person. Sympathy? Sooner or later, you will take over my tents, cattle and sheep, and the worship of countless poor herdsmen on our grassland. Can you protect them? Coward--" The last two words of the king roared out, and the powerful cavalry around him trembled one after another - this is the majesty of the king.

"Father, don't say anything more--" Su Iller and Ke fiercely waved their knives and cut them diagonally. The heavy blade cut off their neckbones. Ye Yuanhong's head flew high, his big eyes facing the starry sky that he could no longer see, and the voice in his broken throat could no longer be heard. If possible, Yuanhong must shout out the voice in his heart: "-Xingchen--" Knowing that at the last moment, Ye Yuanhong still remembered his beloved brother in his heart, but he could never go back.

Suil and Ke let go of their hands feebly, and the heavy knife fell to the ground, making a buzz. He knelt down feebly and inserted them into his hair, and his closed eyes oozed a string of tears. In a trance, he heard the king's soft voice again: "Son, you have to force yourself to get used to this feeling. Remember, this is the first time you have killed, but it's not the last time!"

The dawn sky became clear, and the cool autumn wind rolled up the slightly sweet blood and gradually fainted away. Suzile and Ke only felt that they would never repeat this feeling again.