In the blink of an eye, the two teams of Qingqi pierced each other. Yang Anyuan reined in his horse and turned around, seeing the blood-stained leather armor of everyone around him, and six or seven ownerless horses neighing by.
"Where is Yang Anxuan?" Yang Anyuan roared angrily: "Sound the horn to warn."
The low sound of the horn resounded throughout the world, as if a spoonful of water was added to a boiling oil pan, causing the battlefield to boil and explode. Then the horn sounded again, and this time it was Sun Tao who gave the order to attack.
The two horn sounds intertwined, and murderous intent rose into the sky.
The horn sounded three miles away in the southwest. Yang Anxuan turned the horse's head without hesitation and rushed towards the direction of the horn sound.
Although Yang Anxuan and Yang Anyuan are not fighting each other, regardless of the fact that they are brothers after all, and they are both heroes on the battlefield, Yang Anxuan cannot abandon Yang Anyuan.
You can fight for merit on the battlefield, or you can fight in secret. If you refuse to save him, abandon or betray him, you will definitely become a shameless person and will be difficult to obey.
You must be bold when things get tough. Some dangers cannot be avoided and must be faced.
When the bandit soldiers who were originally scattered like sand heard the horn sound, they turned around and rushed towards the Yang family's army.
Yang Anxuan slashed down the two thieves with his sword. When he saw the thieves coming like leeches, he knew he couldn't be entangled, so he shouted loudly: "Get out."
The steel knife deflected the spear that pierced the horse's belly. Yang Anxuan leaned forward with the knife and quickly chopped off the head with the help of the horse's steel knife.
The heads were flying in the air, blood was splashing everywhere, and the terrified faces were hideous and terrifying. Yang Anxuan was used to seeing skeletons in his previous life, and he had also killed people on the battlefield in this life. The steel knife swung at the thieves blocking the way again without mercy.
The sound of horse hooves rushed forward like a torrent, bringing blood along the way.
Yang Anyuan felt like he was trapped in a quagmire, surrounded by thieves and soldiers, fighting from left to right and unable to escape.
Spears, sharp spears, and bamboo thorns came from all directions. The leather armor of his right arm was scratched by the spear point, and his back was slashed. If his bodyguard Yang He hadn't blocked the knife for him, his left arm would not have been saved.
Yang Anyuan gasped for breath as he forced the thieves in front of his horse back with a wave of his sword.
A bamboo spear pierced the horse's belly silently, without Yang Anyuan noticing, the injured horse jumped up in fright, knocking him off the horse.
Countless swords and axes fell, and Yang Anyuan desperately waved his sword to resist. Yang He roared angrily, jumped up from his horse, and slashed forward with the knife in his hand, blocking Yang Anyuan.
The sword and ax splashed blood, and Yang He was covered in blood. He screamed and swung the sword back, exchanging lives for lives.
A shot came from the side and penetrated under the ribs. Yang He screamed and dropped the steel knife in his hand.
Yang Anyuan took the opportunity to roll back. As soon as he stood up, Military Marquis Yang Xiangchi came over and stretched out his hand to pull Yang Anyuan. Yang Anyuan rose up and landed behind Yang Xiang.
At this time, Yang He was stabbed several times and the bamboo spear penetrated his chest, and he fell convulsing in a pool of blood.
Yang Anyuan let out a cry of pain and wanted to rush over to avenge Yang He, but Yang Xiang galloped away from the side.
Yang Anyuan collapsed, beat Yang Xiang on the back and shouted: "Rush over, kill these bastards, and avenge Yang He."
Yang Xiang ignored him and heard the shouts of killing coming from the northeast and shouted: "Brothers, the reinforcements are not far away, go and join them."
The strong wind blew against his face like a knife, and the sound of the horse's hooves sounded like thunder. Yang Anxuan's figure rose and fell with the horse's back. The rhythmic ups and downs of the horse's back made him enter a mysterious state. His mind seemed to be separated from the body, without joy or worry, and the wind and grass moved within three feet. Take it all from the bottom of your heart.
The arrows pierce the air with a trajectory like water patterns. The changes in weight, speed, angle, etc. of the sword and gun strokes are all clear in the mind. The steel knife in the hand is like an arm, cutting, stabbing, pushing or blocking, and blood splashes everywhere. …
Zhao Tian was guarding Yang Anxuan, watching the surroundings vigilantly for fear that someone would disturb the Third Young Master.
He once had this kind of divine help experience. This was an epiphany that could only be encountered but could not be sought. He glanced at Yang Anxuan with envy. After this battle, the third young master's martial arts would definitely be improved.
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Yu Wenqi's forehead was pinched with a steel hoop, his shawl fluttered in the wind, and the blood on the steel spear was blown brown by the cold wind, but the blood in his heart was boiling.
Robbery of a caravan is like killing pigs and sheep, how can it be as enjoyable as killing on the battlefield? The situation before you is like returning to the passionate days of following the king of heaven to conquer the east and west and pacify the four directions.
Seeing a group of light cavalry approaching from the south, Yu Wenqi howled high and led his men to rush over.
Feeling the vibrations caused by the horse's hooves on the ground, Yang Anxuan stared coldly at the evil man running towards him, the steel spear coming with a surging wave of fury.
About ten feet away, Yu Wenqi leaned forward and took advantage of the momentum to stab forward. The steel spear shot through the air with a "chi" sound and stabbed Yang Anxuan.
Yang Anxuan stared at the cold light on the tip of the spear, and the steel knife struck out without hesitation.
Unexpectedly, Yu Wenqi fell back on his horse, and the steel spear in his hand paused to avoid the incoming blade.
The two horses were close to each other, and Yu Wenqi laughed wildly. He had killed more than a hundred lives with this attack.
With a grin, he swung his spear again and stabbed his opponent in the chest. Yu Wenqi looked forward to the pleasure of the steel spear tearing apart his flesh.
Under the tug of Qi, Yang Anxuan was well aware of Yu Wenqi's small movements. The steel spear faltered and the steel knife fell into the air seemingly unabated, but in fact it had already withdrawn its strength and was ready to change.
When the steel spear came, Yang Anxuan leaned back slightly, flipped the steel knife in his hand to his wrist, and viciously cut Yu Wenqi's wrist.
Those who try to take advantage of the situation will eventually become self-defeating. The spear pierced the air, and Yu Wenqi knew something was wrong. He hurriedly drew back his hand, but three of his fingers were cut off by the steel knife.
The steel spear fell to the ground amid the screams. Yu Wenqi endured the severe pain and knocked his right knee hard against the horse's belly. The horse understood and fled to the left, narrowly avoiding Zhao Tian's last strike.
Yang Anxuan stood up and struck the other rider with all his strength. The knife trembled slightly when it hit the gun body, slid along the gun body skillfully, and then swept up a cold light, and the gun flew down along with the hand holding the gun.
The knights behind him saw that their leader was extremely brave, and they were all like wolves and tigers. They waved steel swords and spears and followed Yang Anxuan with shouts, harvesting the lives of the thieves.
The leader was defeated and fled. The members of the Wolf Gang no longer had the will to fight. They galloped away on horseback, and the originally dense team was broken into pieces.
Yang Xiang led Yang Anyuan out of the siege. When he saw Yang Anxuan charging not far away, he rode his horse to join them.
The horns sounded one after another, and Yang Siping led the infantry to arrive. Sun Tao killed several deserters but was still unable to stop the rout. Knowing that the situation was over, he turned his horse's head and fled towards Panlong Mountain.
Yang Anxuan saw a group of thieves fleeing towards the distance with several horses. Immediately there was someone wearing black leather armor, who must be the leader of the thieves. The thief captured the king first, and Yang Anxuan urged his horse to pursue him.
The battle situation was decided, and Yang Siping ordered people to rescue the wounded, gather the horses, and clean the battlefield. The captured traitors were gathered together and squatted on the ground waiting to be executed. Their corpses were piled aside.
Where Yang He's body was lying, Yang Anyuan knelt down and cried bitterly. His tears washed out two blood stains on his face.
Snow fell from the sky, quickly covering the blood on the ground.
Yang Xiang sighed and said: "Second Young Master, people cannot be resurrected after death, so let Yang He rest in peace."
According to Yang Jiajun's practice, brothers who died in battle would be burned into ashes and placed in an altar to be sent back to their families.
Yang Anyuan picked up the bloody Yang He.
Yang Xiang picked up the broken arm on the ground and said, "Second Young Master, let me do it."
Yang Anyuan ignored him and walked forward, his face livid, tears in his eyes and hatred in his heart.
If Lao San hadn't deliberately delayed, how could he have been trapped in a tight siege, and Yang He wouldn't have died trying to save him.
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Snowflakes were flying all over the sky, covering people's eyes and ears. Yang Anxuan reined in his horse at the entrance to the mountain. He hesitated as he watched the bandits fleeing dozens of steps into the mountain.
The teaching of "Don't enter the mountains, turn back when you encounter the woods" is ringing in your ears, but looking at the riders fleeing thirty steps away, they are really unwilling to give up. If Yang Anyuan knows that he gives up the credit, he will laugh to death.
The knights behind him obviously didn't want to let go of the credit that was about to be won. Chen Hua encouraged him: "Third Young Master, these refugees are running away in all directions. There must be no ambush. The leader of the thief is right in front of you. If you can capture it, you will have accomplished a great feat. Three At least you can advance to two levels."
In the army, merits recorded include beheading, beheading generals, capturing flags, and ascending first. Capturing the head of a thief is classified as beheading a general, which is three times better than beheading a general.
The Jin Dynasty followed the Han system, and the military merit system no longer existed. The army in the court was weak, and the governors and governors who commanded foreign armies supported their own troops. The big ones were like the Huan family, and the small ones were like the Yang family. The father and son of the clan army attacked each other.
Even so, the inspection for military promotion is still very strict. Yang Anyuan went on many expeditions with his father, and his achievements were no more than an eighth-grade captain. Yang Anshen held a civilian position, and was the chief recorder of the eighth-grade governor's office. As for Yang Anxuan, he was beheaded several times and held a very senior position.
Ordinarily, Shi Chang had no right to lead fifty Qingqi, but Yang Quanqi deliberately cultivated him and let Zhao Tian, a military lord, take the nominal command, intending to let Yang Anxuan take the credit.
Thinking that Yang Anyuan was already the captain of the school, leaving him far behind, he wanted to compete with him. How could he not get the credit? Seeing that the credit for beheading the thief was not far away, he was really unwilling to let it go.
Zhao Tian saw Yang Anxuan's reluctance and said: "Third Young Master, you might as well catch up. It's not convenient to ride horses in the mountains, so we need to pursue them on foot. After entering the mountains, you need to follow my command. Let's act according to the situation."
Without further ado, Yang Anxuan selected thirty people, and Chen Hua and others were also selected. The arrows only gathered together, and each man carried two bags of arrows and pursued them on foot.
The mountain road was narrow and rugged, and the three-foot-wide mountain road was crowded with fleeing refugees. Sun Tao and others could not ride their horses at all, so they had to jump off their horses and flee together with the crowd.
There was a shout from behind, which was transmitted quickly like a wave, and the Yang family army actually entered the mountain to pursue them.
This place is still far away from Shizhai. Sun Tao looked around and saw that there was a forest not far ahead where he could defend, hide or escape.
Sun Tao waved his hand and said, "Brothers, let's go up the mountain."
Like driving a flock of ducks, Yang Anxuan shot two arrows from time to time, killing the refugees' thoughts of turning back and fighting for their lives.
The refugees who were crowded on the mountain road quickly learned the lesson and fled into the forest on both sides. Yang Anxuan ignored them and just chased the horses in front of them and moved forward steadily.
More than twenty steps away, he suddenly saw a swarm of refugees running towards the forest on the left side of the road. The black leather armor on the leading man was particularly eye-catching. Yang Anxuan identified this person as the leader of the thief.
The strong wind tore the snowflakes like random catkins. Sun Tao climbed to the middle of the mountain and leaned against a tree, panting and looking down the mountain.
Everywhere he looked there were fleeing minions, and there were only about 30 pursuers. Sun Tao secretly resented that Yang Jiajun could only bite them to death, which would save some face.
"Sound the horn and prepare to counterattack." Sun Tao straightened his disheveled beard and ordered majestically with a straight face.
The sound of the horn echoed in the mountains, and the fleeing minions stopped and looked around. Snowflakes filled the sky, and it was difficult to tell the situation for a while.
Yang Anxuan knew that a quick victory was necessary, but if he delayed for too long, he would become a dog-beater. He asked Zhao Tian beside him: "Brother Zhao, did you bring the rocket?"
"I brought two bags." Zhao Tian replied.
The rockets were tied to flammable materials such as linen soaked in grease near the arrowhead, and then fired out for arson. This time when they moved from Luoyang to Xinye, they brought a lot of rockets with them.
As an advance guard, all kinds of unpredictable things may happen, and the supplies they carry with them are very mixed. Zhao Tian and others have several quivers to store rockets. Half of the thirty people just selected are the advance guard following Yang Anxuan.
At the foot of the mountain were shrubs and thatch, covered with a thin layer of snow. Yang Anxuan said: "The wind direction is just right. Let's see if we can ignite the thatch. If not, retreat."
He also carries the fire stick with him, shaking it and lighting up the rocket. The sparks of fire shot towards the thatch bushes, and white smoke quickly rose up. In an instant, the flames burst out, and the thick smoke was carried by the wind towards the mountains and forests.
Sun Tao had lived in the mountains for a long time and knew how terrible mountain fires were. When he saw smoke coming from the fire, he turned around and ran away without saying a word. There is a stream not far from the mountain, so you won't be afraid if you get close to the stream.
The fire took advantage of the wind and the smoke billowed. When the minions saw the smoke, they fled away as fast as they could.
Yang Anxuan breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "God bless, let's go around this mountain and see if we can catch the thief's leader."
