When the news reached Putan Military Camp, the atmosphere immediately became tense.
Even the most carefree Su Wu noticed something was different, and his eyes were red with excitement.
This morning there was no morning drill as usual.
All battalions gathered at the training ground. The general put on his armor and cloak. With an order, the army immediately pressed towards the border.
The border between the two countries is only separated by a dug ditch, with vast shallow beaches on both sides.
Spring begins in March, everything revives and the ice and snow melt.
The ice that had condensed all winter on the shallow river surface broke off and was carried away by the gurgling water.
Fresh green grass grows on the river bank.
When the cavalry lined up and faced each other on the river bank, the greedy horses would always lower their necks and gnaw all the buds in front of them.
There is a ditch, two armies, each with 20,000 troops and horses, separated by only a few miles.
Looking up, you can see the formation of the army on the opposite side waiting for you.
This time all eight recruits followed. The old man who was supposed to be lighting the fire in the kitchen also changed into a soldier uniform and quietly followed the team to fish in troubled waters.
"Brothers and sisters, can you see the front? I can't see anything!" Bing'er is not very tall, and she is squeezed into the camp. The front is full of tall and strong soldiers. Even if she stands on tiptoes, she can only see them. The back of the head.
Wheat Sui looked even more dejected. She was the shortest among the eight!
Even Bing'er couldn't see what was happening ahead, let alone her.
The old man was also short, but he was not depressed. He had already jumped on Bai Yu's back. He was half a head taller than the others and had an unusually wide field of vision. "Hey, hey, hey! That guy from Broken Blade went to the opposite side single-handedly!" There is also a person riding over from the opposite side! Grandpa bets that the one coming is Wen Renjing, that bastard! Don’t panic, don’t panic! Wen Renjing is no match for Duan Dao! When they fought in Iwa Valley, Duan Dao killed that bastard with one strike The Hongyuan Sword was cut into two pieces! We can’t bear the loss!”
Bai Yu's facial features twitched slightly, "Grandpa Du, we are not nervous. Please relax first and don't pinch my shoulders! I'm still injured!"
"Who pinched you? You are so young that you can't bear the pain! Your wound has healed a long time ago. Do you think grandpa doesn't know? You will pretend to be pitiful with Tianbao!" The old man's mind was entirely on the commanders of the two armies who might start a fight. He mercilessly exposed the white wolf dog's disguise.
Bai Yu tilted his head and explained to the girl next to him, "Tianbao, my wounds are really not healed."
Tian Bao looked sideways at him and said, "It will be fine on the first day of training with the veterans."
"..." The young man blinked, "I can still explain."
"Don't make trouble, I'll be distracted."
"oh."
Tianbao's gaze quickly returned to the front, paying close attention to the two people who met.
This distance is not good, it is beyond the range that her space can cover, and pear needles and hidden weapons cannot be used.
If the two were really fighting, she would have to fly over immediately to help.
Uncle Duandao is good at martial arts, but his temperament is too upright, so he may not be able to avoid Wen Renjing's schemes.
The coaches of the two teams faced each other, each riding a horse.
The wind on the river beach in early spring was still strong, raising the cloaks of the two handsome men. Amidst the strong wind, the atmosphere continued to be tense and tense.
"Broken knife?" Wen Renjing held the reins and his sharp eyes fell on Broken knife.
After changing from his regular clothes to a military uniform, the general's demeanor became more cold, hard, iron-blooded, awe-inspiring and inviolable.
Duandao looked at the other party and opened his lips, "General, Yuan Yao. King of Mobei, Dayue and Beixiang have been in harmony with each other for many years. Do you suddenly send troops this time to cause trouble and disturb the peace of the people at the border? All countries. Did King Mobei forget about the border contract between us?"
"No, I have no intention of offending Dai Yue by coming here this time to take advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble. However, some thieves escaped from our Beixiang Shu Road month ago and hid in Dayue Pu Beach. I want to take them back to Bei Xiangshu. Xiang. General Yuan, can you lend me a way?"
"The Yuan family's army has been camping here for several months and has not seen the little thief that the prince mentioned. Maybe you missed it. The prince should go back to Beixiang to find out. The border of Vietnam will not allow the army of other countries to take a step forward."
"General, are you trying to protect those people?"
"Yuan doesn't know what the prince is talking about. I only saw the Beixiang army intending to fight with swords. Has the prince thought about it? Do you really want to go to war?"
The two horses kicked their hooves back and forth in front of the ditch, never crossing the thunder pond.
Wen Renjing stared at the broken sword for a moment, and his eyes fell on Yuan Jiajun, who was just waiting for an order. His morale was soaring. After a moment, he raised his thin lips and smiled twice.
"I never act recklessly. I conducted a detailed investigation before leading my army. Some people on the border reported that they saw eight thieves hiding at the border of Dai Viet." He paused and continued, "After the general told me If I think about it again, I will definitely not let anything slip through the cracks, so the people at the border who snitch on this will be the ones who let things slip."
He looked at the broken knife, raised his right hand and made a slight gesture.
A few dozen feet behind him, the Beixiang army immediately made a small movement.
Soon, a column of armored Beixiang soldiers escorting dozens of civilians in coarse linen and linen clothes came forward and stopped ten feet behind the commander.
"You dare to report false news to this king and mislead this dynasty to send troops to the border with Vietnam. This is an attempt to provoke disputes between the two countries. You are undoubtedly doing it carefully. His heart is worthy of death." King Mobei's voice was low and indifferent, and he made another gesture.
The Beixiang army immediately raised their swords and swung them down.
More than twenty people were arrested, half of them died with just one gesture.
The remaining people screamed and cried for mercy.
Around them, the silver armor shone brightly in the early spring sunshine, but the reflected silver light was colder and more indifferent than the ice condensed in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month.
Miserable and desperate cries and shouts filled the sky.
Broken Blade's hand holding the reins had veins popping out on the back of his hand, and his black eyes were extremely dark.
Yuan Jiajun's eyes were all red.
Those who were killed like livestock in front of their eyes were unarmed innocent people!
Regardless of whether the people are from Dai Viet, Beixiang, or relocated from other countries, they are all just ordinary people!
The two armies are fighting if they want to. It is shameless for King Mobei to use the people as rafts to achieve his goals!
King Mobei's face was calm, and those crying for mercy, sadness and despair could not move him at all.
He looked at Broken Sword, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, "General Yuan, did they really slip up?"
The corners of Duandao's lips were almost pursed into a straight line, his tall and straight body became stiff due to excessive pressure, and murderous aura overflowed from his body.
"It seems that he really missed the point, so he deserves to die."
As soon as the commander gave the order, the soldiers raised their swords and dropped their swords, and blood spurted out in the sun again.
A shallow river with shallow and clear water flow. The water is smudged with blood, turning into a rich red, and is gradually diluted by the water flow.
King Mobei tilted his head and glanced back, as if he was surprised that there was still someone alive. "What are you still doing with a group of evil-minded agents? Just kill them, and let people investigate their backgrounds. No one involved will be left alive." !”
