Chapter 294 Up to the Capital

The wind and sand are permeated, and the cold and piercing from the north, but the figure is still unmoved. Standing at the head of the city, looking at the north, he is unwilling to leave for a long time.

It has been seven days, and it has been three days since the army returned to Daizhou, but there was no news. There was frost on Yang Ye's face, and his words were getting less and less, but he was very anxious day and night.

It will be all right!

The thick palm of his hand patted on the cold wall. Yang Ye shook his head, suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and took a deep breath of fresh and cold air. Only then did he feel much more comfortable.

It should be all right. Da Lang took someone to pick him up. The boy was usually very smart, and he would not fight to the end. He must have resisted for some hours and retreated to the customs.

Thinking of this, Yang Yecai was much more at ease. He looked up to the north, but his hand patted on the wall and did not take it back. He could even see the raised blue veins on the back of his hand.

"Drip-on...!"

The crisp footsteps came. Before long, Yang Ye saw his old subordinate Wang Gui hurried over, with sadness on his face, his eyes red, and it seemed that he could faintly see a touch of crystal.

The heart suddenly tightened and his hand grasped the bricks and stones of the city wall. Yang Ye asked in a low voice, "Pingchuan, what's wrong?"

He opened his mouth. Wang Gui wanted to respond, but he couldn't say anything. Seeing this, Yang Ye hurried forward and put his hands on his shoulder. "What's the matter? Tell me quickly!"

With a frown in pain, Wang Gui answered in a low voice, "General, Major General, they are back, but, it's just..."

"Just what!"

The ominous feeling suddenly emerged. Yang Ye shook Wang Gui's body, and his face was full of eagerness. The latter swallowed for a long time, and then he couldn't bear to continue, "Yunzhou City is broken, and Six Princes and others have no lives..."

Hearing the words, Yang Ye stepped back a few steps and his face was uncertain. Just as Wang Gui was at a loss, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

In the four years of Taiping and the rejuvenation of the country, the Northern Expedition of Qidan in the Song Dynasty was defeated, and the East Road and the Middle Road were defeated. The only remarkable thing was the West Road army. Lian Kehuan, Shuo, Ying and Yun four prefectures moved the people of the four states to Guan.

However, these four states were finally lost. Yang Jing, a prisoner on the West Road, was martyred to the country, leading 10,000 soldiers and horses, and abruptly blocked hundreds of thousands of Khitan troops outside Yunzhou City.

Hearing this bad news, the Song officials who were still recovering from their wounds couldn't help crying. They issued an order overnight to reward Yang Jing and other loyal soldiers who were loyal to the country, and even wrote an essay in person.

And Yang Yanzhao had no way to know all this. When he woke up, he found that he was in a prison car, with his hands and feet tied with chains, and the breath in his body was extremely chaotic, and he couldn't lift any strength.

The long hair was scattered. I could see the clots of blood on it. I took a breath and only felt a pain in my chest. At this time, Yang Yanzhao's chaotic brain woke up a little and realized that he was not dead.

The scene of Yunzhou City emerged, roaring feather arrows all over the sky, the shocking shouts of killing, killing, blood, and the brothers around them fell down one by one.

These pictures appear in Yang Yanzhao's mind like a tide.

Suddenly, I only felt that the head needle was pricked, and the pain was unbearable. I struggled in the prison car for a long time, and this sound naturally shocked the Khitan people.

Not long after, several riders came from the front of the team. Yang Yanzhao looked up and looked up. It was Yelu Xiuge and others who broke through Yunzhou City. They were immediately angry, with red eyes, and hit the prison car crazily, trying to rush out to kill the enemy.

"Ha ha."

A slightly contemplative laughter sounded. Brother Yelu Xiu didn't care about Yang Yanzhao's cannibalistic eyes at all. He stared at him, as if he was looking at his prey, with fun and mockery.

"It seems that you can't die, haha..."

Some stiff words fell from the Central Plains. Brother Yelu Xiu rode away. Behind him, Yang Yanzhao hit the prison car fiercely, but his hands and feet were tied, and he couldn't use any real anger. How could he break the cage made of raw iron specially found by the Khitan man for him?

For a long time, he stopped exhausted. Yang Yanzhao, like a dying man, did not move. He knelt in the prison car and shook his head with the carriage.

The wind was so cold that even if he had armor on his body, it was still like a knife. For a long time, Yang Yanzhao slowly raised his head, his face was dim, and his dry lips were bitten out of blood.

The faint fishy smell spread in the mouth, and the blood feud also surged up in the chest.

You must take revenge. In this life, even if you go to the mountain of knives and go to the sea of fire, you will definitely avenge your dead brother!

It's just that he has become a prisoner now. How is it easy to take revenge?

At present, the only thing you can do is to live. Only by living can you have a chance.

A trace of fierceness appeared on his numb face, staring at the faintly visible figure in the distance. Yang Yanzhao lowered his head again and began to move his mind and heal his wounds.

Under the night, the stars look a little bright, but the cold wind is getting colder and colder. In the prison car, Yang Yanzhao is unwilling to shake his head. He has tried many times, and the aura in his body does not respond. There is a bright ball of light on the green lotus in Dantian, the appearance, and the image that appears behind the mysterious palace girl. Very similar.

It is the existence of this photosphere that makes the open petals of the lotus once closed again, and even the red that often swims around the lotus disappears.

Now, Yang Yanzhao panicked. If he has no cultivation, how can he report the hatred?

The light ball should be the seal left by the palace girl in his body. Thinking of the other party's powerful skills, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help but feel unspeakable sadness in his heart.

At this time, it's good for the master to be there. Even if the two brothers are there, they will definitely solve the seal in their bodies.

I don't know why Yang Yanzhao thinks of Geng Yuanfu and others. Perhaps, when people are vulnerable, they tend to think of those powerful dependence, so that they will have expectations in their hearts.

And he is no more.

not far away is the camp of the Khitan people. The bonfires are rushing, and the aroma of barbecue is blowing. Next to Yang Yanzhao's prison car, six Khitan soldiers are guarding it. It seems that they feel that the job is boring. All six people look at him with a fierce face and swear words from time to time.

Another cold wind blew towards me with a strong smell of wine. After a while, I looked at a red-eared Khitan small school staggering over, threw the wine urn in his hand to the soldiers with a flattering smile, and then stepped forward and looked at Yang Yanzhao smiling proudly. Get up.

In the laughter and scolding, he untied his thick cotton trousers, continued to laugh at the prison car, and peed out.

The unpleasant smell of urine suddenly dissipated, and a little urine splashed on Yang Yanzhao's body through the car. Seeing him gritting his teeth and angry, the Khitan people laughed more and more happily.

The solved school's face was full of contempt. Seeing that Yang Yanzhao did not make a sound, he actually invited the soldiers beside him. The latter drank a few sips of wine and became happy in his heart. He untied his clothes and trousers one after another and made a refreshing release to the carriage.

At this moment, a cold momentum swept past, and all the soldiers who were still shouting flew out and got up in panic. Only then did they find a palace girl standing behind them. The round of tomorrow in front of their chest was so eye-catching that they were so scared that they dared not speak.

"Get out!"

The red lips opened gently, and the sound was like a pearl and jade rolling plate. It was crisp and touching, but the face was as cold as frost. After hearing this sentence, those people hurriedly stumbled and ran to the distant camp.

The faint fragrance was mixed with the smell of wine and urine in the evening breeze. This strange smell made people feel a little pungent. Looking up, Yang Yanzhao looked at the palace girl in front of him, and the hostility in his eyes was not concealed at all.

"You should have given up earlier in Yunzhou City."

As before, with regret and intolerance, it seems that the high-ranking immortal, although he had suffered from the world, he did nothing and stood by.

"One day, I will let you leave this disgusting self-righteousness and suffer painful ravaging!"

Listening to Yang Yanzhao's angry words, Zuo Posi stopped when he was about to step forward. Liu Ye frowned, and a trace of staring color appeared on his white and delicate face.

"In that case, I'm waiting!"

After saying that, he left, and Yang Yanzhao rushed forward angrily behind him, dragging the chain to make a sound.

The Khitan may not want him to starve to death. In the middle of the night, two soldiers sent an inch-long barbecue and threw it on Yang Yanzhao's cage.

With the bright white moonlight, you can see that the meat was roasted black, and it was even covered with soil, but these did not affect the fragrance to enter Yang Yanzhao's nose at all.

I don't know if I've been in a coma for a few days. I was already hungry in my stomach. I licked my cracked lips, stretched out my hand tied by an iron chain, and grabbed the already cold barbecue.

The meat is not ripe yet, and there are rare blood stains in it, but Yang Yanzhao can't care so much. At present, the most important thing is to live. Even if it is humiliated, it doesn't matter. In ancient times, Yang Yanzhao can also endure humiliation and steal life.

After grinding a sword for ten years, the sword becomes Hu Chen.

The next day, the Khitan people continued to pull out the camp and rush on the road, while Yang Yanzhao lowered his head and closed his eyes, allowing the carriage to bump and take him all the way east.

Along the way, there were Khitan soldiers who humiliated him in every way. When he entered the city, the Hu people laughed at him. Yang Yanzhao seemed to have never seen them and stood in the prison car without a face.

No anger, no sadness, no annoyance.

Even the supposed murderous spirit disappeared, and he couldn't see any hatred in his eyes.

A few days later, the speed of the Khitans slowed down. Several teams of soldiers rushed at the top of the team and scolded the laughing soldiers.

For a moment, the solemn momentum dissipated again, and the forward team became much more neat. Looking up at the city with a clearer and clearer outline in the distance, Yang Yanzhao understood that it was the capital.

He sighed and stared at the sky in the distance. The thin sun gradually became slanted and the haze. The yellow dust was like fog and thick clouds. The sky seemed to be pressed on his head. For a long time, Yang Yanzhao withdrew his dull eyes, lowered his head, and whispered, "It's going to snow..."