Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

"Dong dong dong..."

A dull and rapid drum beat woke Yang Ge up from his sleep.

He opened his eyes and saw that it was pitch black before him, but there were messy and heavy footsteps everywhere around him, mixed with a few distant shouts: "The Tatars are coming..."

‘It’s really better to come early than to come by chance! ’

A thought flashed through his mind, and the oil lamp on the table in the center of the room suddenly lit up, illuminating his calm face.

He stood up and put on his clothes without haste, grabbed the Lengyue knife, pushed out the door, and jumped up.

Looking down at the earth from mid-air, you can see that the deep night is divided into two worlds, one light and one dark, by the stretching Great Wall.

Within the Great Wall is a world of fire. From the Great Wall to the south, there are Datong officers and soldiers running around holding torches and shouting.

Outside the Great Wall is an ink-colored ocean, with a sea of ​​people connecting the sky and the earth, darker than the night, surging in the dim light of the stars and moon, like the waves at night...

The stench of burning kerosene, the stench of cattle, sheep and war horses, the sound of footsteps, the scraping and clashing of armor, shouts, and howls...

Like a heroic symphony without a prelude, it reaches a climax right from the beginning, making your heart beat wildly and your blood spurting out!

Yang Ge took a deep breath, and the hand holding the knife tightened unconsciously. Leng Yue Dao sensed his mood and made a low knife sound like the roar of a wild beast.

"The old Taoist just took a closer look."

Zhang Xuansu appeared beside him silently: "There is no aura of that old monster."

Yang Ge nodded: "As expected!"

How can there be any reason to jump out of the big BOSS right after you fight it?

Zhang Xuansu patted his shoulder with relief, turned around and went back to his room to continue sleeping.

Yang Ge stopped him: "Do you always think that if we touch the old monster's lair now, what are the chances of successfully blocking him?"

Zhang Xuansu pondered for a moment, nodded slowly and said: "It should be very big, but again, don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens. What should I do if it fails?"

Yang Ge thought for a while and replied: "What you always said makes sense. We only have one chance, we can't act rashly!"

If he touches it alone, he won't scare the old monster into running away, but if he moves his hands, he won't be able to keep the old monster away.

If the three of them go together, even a fool can see that the three of them are rushing to kill him. If they successfully block the old monster, everything will be fine, but if they fail...

Changing places, if he, Yang Ge, faced this situation, he would not fight with three top masters at the same level. He would take advantage of his excellent maneuverability by flying in the air, go deep behind enemy lines, assassinate dignitaries and wreak havoc. Kill the enemy coldly, kill the enemy in fear, and force the enemy to sit down at the negotiating table for peace talks.

If a land god is determined to do this kind of business that can hit the target with one hit and travel thousands of miles away, ten land gods will not necessarily stop him!

So you only have one chance!

Either don't take action, or you have to hit it with one strike!

Otherwise, there will be endless troubles...

"Then you and Senior Jiang will rest first, and we will act according to our plan."

Yang Ge took a deep breath and jumped towards the gap in the city wall where the Tatar soldiers and horses surged up the most.

Zhang Xuansu watched him fall into the swaying sea of ​​fire and sighed softly.

They agreed on the ambush plan at dinner yesterday. The plan was simple and divided into two stages.

The first stage is fishing.

Yang Ge suppressed the combat power below the land gods and joined the border defense war.

With his combat power, even if his combat power is suppressed below that of land gods, he can defeat thousands of armies by himself. Coupled with his mobility, with him around, the border defense can be said to be impregnable.

If that old monster comes with the Tatar army and sees Yang Ge hiding among the Wei army to defend the city, he will definitely wait for an opportunity to attack Yang Ge... This kind of person is working openly and the other is secretly. As long as he takes action, there is a high probability that he will be able to How many times can the old monster endure the opportunity of seriously injuring his opponent or even taking advantage of him to kill him?

Even if the old monster is suspicious enough to restrain his instinct, it doesn't matter. Yang Ge didn't go to the city to play an exhibition match. He really stood on the city to fight against the Tatar siege. If the Tatar army didn't retreat for a day, he would Never retreat for a day... If the old monster can endure it for a while, how can he endure it for the rest of his life?

If the old monster couldn't help but couldn't jump out, Yang Ge would wrap his front legs around him, and Jiang Ping and Zhang Xuansu who were hiding in the city would jump out with their back legs. The three of them would join forces to kick the old monster in the middle circle!

This is a stage, and the bet at this stage is that the old monster pays close attention to this war.

If that old monster is so cultivated that he loses all humanity, he doesn't care about the life and death of future generations. Hundreds of thousands of Tatar troops are fighting to death on the Great Wall, but he doesn't even look at it...

Then we have to enter the second stage and ask you to enter the urn.

The second stage is based on the first stage. After Yang Ge cooperates with the Wei army to weaken the Tatar army to a certain extent, he will convince the commander of the army to create an opportunity for a decisive battle... and completely defeat the Mongols in one go. An opportunity for the vitality of Yuan Nakou to die and not freeze.

According to Zhang Xuansu, those who can become land gods have a "mission", which can also be understood as "luck", "belief" and other mysterious and mysterious things. In short, they all have to be a little "persistent". Only by thinking "can you become a land immortal."

As a land god during the Meng Yuan period, the old monster could sit back and watch the Tatar army be defeated, but he could never sit back and watch the Wei Dynasty cut off the last breath of the Meng Yuan's life!

Therefore, as long as an opportunity for a decisive battle is created, the old monster will definitely turn the tide for the Tatar army... He has to come, and he has to come if he doesn't want to!

As long as he comes, they can take care of that old monster together with the hundreds of thousands of Tatar troops, once and for all!

At the dinner table last night, it was Yang Ge who formulated the ambush plan after synthesizing all the information provided by Zhang Xuansu.

At that time, Zhang Xuansu was still secretly slandering the monkey boy for his dirty and dirty tricks.

It wasn't until he saw Yang Ge running straight towards the gap in the city where the Tatars were most numerous that he realized it with hindsight... It's not that complicated. This monkey boy just didn't want to sit back and watch the frontier soldiers. Blood spilled on the battlefield.

‘With the heart of rescuing those who are suffering, and using thunderous means, without seeking retribution, fame, or taking credit... this is a great merit! ’

‘No wonder this little monkey can still become a land god even though he doesn’t believe in anything! ’

Zhang Xuansu sighed in his heart, and suddenly understood why he had been unable to make progress in these years.

…

The bright light of the Lengyue Sword unsheathed illuminated the swaying fire.

Yang Ge stood up and rushed into the crowd of Tatars on the city head with an expressionless face. Wherever he passed, sharp sword lights flashed away, and the tall black figures solidified in an instant, and fell down one after another. From the big head, fine blood spurted out more than two meters high, falling like drizzle on the city wall.

"Plop."

"Plop..."

Rows of headless corpses fell to the ground, and the cruel scene scared the hearts of the Wei soldiers who were holding torches around them.

Yang Ge stood in front of the arrow stack, swung his sword and chopped down a brave Tatar who climbed to the top of the city along the grappling hook, and shouted without looking back: "What are you doing standing still? Make up your position!"

"ah?"

"Oh oh oh..."

The surrounding Wei army officers and soldiers seemed to have woken up from a dream. They swarmed up with torches and scrambled to lift the Tatar corpses inside the city wall and threw them out along the city wall. They also smashed down a large number of Tatars who had climbed up the city wall along the iron ropes and ladders. Warrior son.

When Yang Ge saw this, he shook the Lengyue knife, turned around and left.

"Heroes stay..."

someone in the crowd shouted.

Yang Ge turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a junior captain in the crowd who was wearing full-body armor. He didn't know whether he was from the general banner or from a hundred households. He handed his sword to the soldier beside him and walked quickly towards Yang. Ge, while walking, untied the rope from his chin, took off his helmet and stuffed it into Yang Ge's arms: "Hero, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and your vision is not clear. Please bring your pocket to distinguish ourselves from the enemy."

Yang Ge smiled, grabbed the bag in his arms and clasped it on his head: "Thank you very much. My name is Yang Erlang. Come and get it from me after the war..."

As he spoke, he jumped onto the parapet, carried the knife and walked quickly along the arrow stack, constantly swinging the knife to chop down the Tatar warriors who climbed up the ladder to the top of the city one by one.

"Whoosh."

A dull and shrill sound of breaking through the air approached, and Yang Ge slashed out with one hand without looking back.

"Bang."

A stone ball as big as a basin exploded into debris in mid-air.

Yang Ge turned around and took a look, then jumped out of the city without hesitation. After killing a large number of Tatar soldiers and horses with one kick, he jumped three feet high like a super-sized grasshopper, following the stone ball that just flew over. Rush in the direction.

After two ups and downs, Yang Ge saw a catapult array... The commanders of these Tatars were so audacious that they dared to use the cover of night to set up a catapult array less than a hundred steps outside the city wall. distance.

If it were daytime, a wave of artillery fire on the city wall would blow these catapults into rubbish.

Yang Ge raised his Lengyue Sword and dashed into the catapult formation. He didn't care if he was in front of a person or a vehicle, he just slashed with the sword.

The sharp sword light illuminated the huge figure of the catapult, and also illuminated countless terrified Tatar faces...

The light of the sword flashed away, and Yang Ge's vigorous figure with flowing clothes passed through a hundred meters of sawdust and bloody wind, and appeared at the other end of the catapult array.

After perfectly sending the existence signal, Yang Ge shook the cold moon knife and turned around to return to the city wall.

At the right moment, a roar like a tiger's roar was heard, and a gust of evil wind fell from the sky.

Yang Ge raised his head and glanced, Leng Yue's knife touched the ground, and the golden light illuminated the night.

The other hand is raised high, fingers spread apart.

"Bang."

The white and slender palm firmly caught a long-handled drum urn golden hammer with a hammer head as big as a basin and weighing at least a hundred kilograms. The golden hammer struck from top to bottom. Yang Ge's straight body did not move at all. , not even one of the gravel beneath my feet was broken.

On the contrary, the hammer-swinging master, who was more than ten feet tall and whose body was covered with knotted muscles, could tell he was gifted, was shocked by the hammer he exerted with all his strength, causing a mouthful of blood to spurt out, and he was horrified. He turned his head around the drum, urn and golden hammer that blocked his view, and looked at Yang Ge.

Facing his frightened eyes, Yang Gefeng smiled lightly, and then used his fingers slightly.

"Bang."

The drum-urn golden hammer, which was made of fine iron and forged hundreds of times, shattered into dozens of pieces. A fiery red energy rolled back along the handle, and hit the Tatar who was holding the hammer with lightning speed. On the chest of a strong man.

In a bright fire, the strong Tatar man exploded in the air. The sticky blood and flesh covered the faces of the surrounding Tatar soldiers, who screamed in horror and retreated...

Yang Ge retracted his hand, jumped up with the knife, and after two ups and downs, he successfully returned to the top of the city along a ladder. However, instead of feeling happy, he was greatly disappointed.

In this case, no big fish took the bait. It seemed that the old monster was indeed not in this nest.

Some of them were worn out...

He sighed in his heart, but his hands swiftly chopped down the Tartar soldiers who climbed up the wall one after another.

Half an hour later, a desolate horn sounded, and the Tartars under the city wall left corpses all over the ground and retreated like a tide.

The Wei soldiers who had fought a bloody battle on the top of the city raised their weapons and shouted excitedly.

Yang Ge stood in the carnival crowd, looking at the dark night outside the city, pulled off the sweat towel on his neck, carefully wiped the mirror-like cold moon blade, and slowly put the knife back into the sheath.

Somehow, he always felt that the battle was not fought right...

A moment later, Yang Ge had just walked down the city wall when he was found by Liu Tang, who was also wearing armor and covered in blood: "Second Master, General Yu invites you to come over for a chat."

Yang Ge pondered for a moment and stretched out his hand and said, "Let's go!"

Liu Tang turned sideways and made a "please" gesture: "I'll lead the way for you."

The two walked through the busy barracks and headed straight for the general's tent.

Liu Tang lowered his voice as he walked and said, "Second Master, there will be news after nightfall. The government will appoint General Lan Yinglan, Marquis of Liuyang, as the General of Conquering the Enemy. He will go north to Datong to preside over the defense and control the various military towns... According to the date, he will arrive in three to five days."

"Lan Ying? General of Conquering the Enemy?"

Yang Ge recited softly without saying much.

He had an impression of this Marquis of Liuyang Lan Ying. The Wei Dynasty's turnaround against the Tartars was commanded by this General Lan Yinglan. He was indeed a brave general who could win a battle.

But the title of "General of Conquering the Enemy" doesn't seem like he is here to organize defense, but to organize counterattack!

Yang Ge turned and asked: "I always feel that something is wrong in the battle just now. Did you find anything?"

"You also found it?"

Liu Tang smiled with a relaxed look: "Judging from the frequency of the Tartars' attacks and the shouts of killing, the Tartars outside the city just now had no more than 70,000 soldiers and horses!"

Yang Ge said in his heart, "No wonder": "What a good 'make it real when it's empty, and make it empty when it's real'... General Yu asked me to go over, is it to ask me to investigate the whereabouts of the main force of the Tartars?"

Liu Tang nodded: "It's almost certain... The Tartars are coming back with great momentum this time, maybe life on the grassland is really going to be unbearable, we must prevent them from repairing the plank road in the open and marching through Chencang in secret."

Yang Ge knew what was going on.