Chapter 118 The Canglong’s First Rise

In Mo Di’s Axeguan military camp, the aroma of cattle and sheep cooking, and the smell of wine linger, the soldiers danced and talked loudly as if they were celebrating the New Year:

"These wines are fucking good! Take a sip of Sai Shen Xian!"

"I have never drank such a good wine in my life. This time I tasted the tribute wine, and I can be regarded as a nobleman!"

"The people of Dajing are quite capable in making these things."

"The people of Da Jing are just doing these low-level techniques. No matter how good the wine is or how good the paintings are, how can they be as strong as our iron cavalry! When Mo Di steps down Dajing, their wine paintings and beauties will all be ours!"

Boss Huang and Mr. Ye were very angry when they heard the obscene and disgusting conversation outside.

The two looked at each other meaningfully, and opened their mouths at the same time: "You—"

He swallowed at the same time, motioning for the other party to speak first.

There are more than a hundred Modi's men, most of them are locked up with them, only a few well-connected Modi's big men were released by the officers, and they are drinking and fisting with Mo Di soldiers outside at this time, calling each other brothers.

Boss Huang looked at the guys one by one, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Ye, can you trust the Modi people you brought?"

Mr. Ye raised his eyes slowly, glanced around, and said firmly: "These I brought are Mo Di people, but they grew up in Dajing, and they are Da Jing people at heart. I have been with them.You can trust the fateful friendship. Where is your Mo Di subordinate?"

Boss Huang changed his previous timid and fearful appearance, and spoke calmly: "Except for the oily guys outside, the few in the tent are all poor people from Mo Di. Five years ago, they were beaten almost to death by Mo Di's master.I sold them. I bought them. Although they are masters and servants, they are partners in business. Everyone’s business and family are tied together, and it is also a life-threatening friendship.”

Mr. Ye was about thirty years old, and the fire outside shone on his face, making him look extraordinarily gentle.He was probably very thoughtful, and at this age there was already a gully between his brows. He stared and pondered for a moment and said: "The spices that Zhou Beiye mixes in the food can become poisonous when they meet wine, and it will take half an hour to take effect. Your batch of winehow?"

Boss Huang said: "Our third master has lost his blood. The wines he brought are all genuine and high-quality wines, no worse than tribute wines. The good wines that Anbu has accumulated over the years are of extremely high purity and can be ignited at a touch.And this time the amount brought is enough, even if the whole battalion of Modi drink together, there will still be half left over."

Mr. Ye asked in front of everyone, so that the brothers next to him knew what to do. Even though he was tied up, he was quite dignified. He nodded while sitting upright and said, "That's good. Just pour the wine on the granary.", All burning at one point, after you succeed, you lead the brothers to retreat first."

Boss Huang immediately shook his head and said, "The third master ordered that those who want to take care of the Lord retreat first, and I will light the fire."

"Third Master...Master..." Mr. Ye thought about these two titles, frowned suddenly, and said with a slight smile, "They are very good together. I have the best kung fu, and I will come back. If I can't get backGo, give a message to His Royal Highness Wei Yu for me."

When he said this, he paused, heard the wind outside, and said, "It's snowing."

Seeing Mr. Ye's serious expression, Boss Huang didn't dare to intervene.

"Please speak to His Royal Highness Wei Yu," Mr. Ye said, "'Life is a teacher's humble alley, and I am happy everywhere①'. My home is in heaven and earth, not in court, not in life and death. No matter whether I can get out of my body or not, I will wait for you.I can see the day when all the flowers are new."

Your Highness Wei Yu?

Boss Huang has never heard anyone address the master like that. It sounds like Mr. Ye and Yan Xi are not like master and servant or subordinates, but a relationship of equals.

It is inconvenient for him to ask more questions about the matter of the lord.What worried him even more at this time was that he could hear Mr. Ye's desperate intentions, so he moved his body anxiously, and persuaded: "The third master will lead the troops to meet the fire when he sees the fire. When the army arrives, we canGet out of here and we'll be fine."

Mr. Ye smiled calmly and said: "Although I was born in winter, I can see spring. No matter what happens during this trip, it is a great fortune in life to be able to contribute to the soaring of the blue dragon."

After half an hour.

The barracks gradually quieted down. Boss Huang winked, and Mo's man under his command took out a tiny blade and cut the rope to untie him.

It's the same with Mr. Ye.

The Mo Di guys on both sides spoke fluent Dajing dialect, and Boss Huang also knew Kung Fu. He opened the tent door and saw the soldiers stumbling around outside. When he turned around, he saw Mr. Ye standing behind him with a sword in his hand.

Mr. Ye raised his sword with an expression of no anger and prestige, and suddenly he was no longer a weak scholar, but a graceful swordsman.Seeing this, Boss Huang couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He admired him even more, and said respectfully, "Mr. Ye, shall we do it?"

Mr. Ye glanced sideways at the main tent and said: "The Modi people are brave and good at fighting, and they are highly vigilant. It is impossible for everyone to drink. I will lead people to cover, and you go to pour the wine. The name of the success is the altar.The man threw the fire and retreated at full speed."

Boss Huang was about to persuade him, but Mr. Ye had already lifted the tent and went out. He raised the knife in his hand and pierced Mo Di soldiers who were crookedly guarding the tent without even blinking an eye.

The Mo Di guy brought by Mr. Ye moved nimbly, jumped out, the sword light flashed, and dealt with several Mo Di soldiers who were still conscious in the blink of an eye.

Boss Huang didn't dare to delay, and immediately led his men down to find wine.

Song Beiming crouched in the night.

He has remained motionless for a long time, the coach is like this, and the soldiers behind him are also standing on their stomachs.

After two months of urgent training, the Canglong Army has achieved remarkable results.Under the leadership of the general and veterans, the recruits quickly learned to ride horses, handle knives, archery and use artillery and guns, and they were also familiar with tactical formations.

In order to train recruits this time, Song Beiming brought in 3,000 new recruits out of the 20,000 elite. After this battle, the veterans and recruits will be better integrated, and the recruits will also start to emerge.

With this victory, the Canglong Army will be a giant dragon that shakes the borders of the Three Kingdoms.

Song Beiming stared at the direction of the Fuchengguan barracks, with Sad Feng at his side, Beifeng Jingxue sniffed softly in the cold wind, Song Beiming was forcing himself to calm down.

His Wei Yu was going to a dangerous situation tomorrow morning, and he would give the order to charge at the first moment when the fire appeared, and end the battle before sunrise, and go back to protect his wife.

For a moment, he understood what his mother said - don't be afraid of weaknesses, weaknesses can make people strong.

Song Beiming has been close to his mother since he was a child, and has been raised by Su Hongying himself since he was born. Su Hongying was also his first teacher. Before he was six years old, he taught him the Song family's sword skills and the Su-style female sword.Ask the master to teach him the northern and southern sword techniques.

Song Beiming grew up recklessly and happily when Song Qing and Su Hongying were alive, and in those years he was a pampered playboy.He has no responsibilities, no burdens, as long as he doesn't grow crooked, no one cares about him.

When he was six years old, Xiao Song Beiming once saw silver threads appearing on his mother's temples, and asked, "Why does my mother have gray hair when I am so young?"

Su Hongying said: "Because my mother gave birth to you late."

Xiao Song Beiming rolled his black eyes and asked, "But I'm only six years younger than the elder sister, and four years younger than the second brother. I didn't come too late."

Su Hongying said: "Because your father and I got married very late. He married me at thirty-five, and I married him at thirty. We didn't know each other when we were young."

Xiao Song Beiming said: "I heard from my uncle that my father was the dream man of his daughter's family when he was in Jing. There were daughters in the aristocratic family and even the royal family who wanted to marry him, but the father never looked at him and said that he would never marry him. Fortunately, when my father was youngI didn't fall in love with other girls, otherwise my mother wouldn't be Su Hongying, I only want mother to kiss you."

"You—" Su Hongying said with a smile, "Do you know why your father didn't talk about marriage when he was young, and he even said that he would never marry for life?"

Xiao Song Beiming said: "Because I have never met a girl as beautiful as my mother, my father must have wanted to gather the most beautiful girls in Da Jing, so I have been waiting to meet my mother."

Su Hongying patted Xiao Song Beiming's forehead, laughed and said, "You are only so young, and you think about who is the most beautiful every day."

Xiao Song Beiming said innocently but firmly: "Because I like the most beautiful ones."

Su Hongying didn't correct Song Beiming's thinking, she just laughed it off and indulged Song Beiming's preference.

These are the preferences that people with a good temperament will have. Only when there are ordinary people’s desires can ordinary people be happy.

Su Hongying thought, this youngest son is the most out-of-the-way among the three children, with clear preferences and even a little emotional.This is not a quality that a good general should have, but she and Song Qing have already raised two successors for the Snow-Treading Army. As a mother, she doesn't want to erase the naive romance of the youngest son.

The Song family is living too hard, and there must be someone who can live comfortably.

But Su Hongying still wants to teach Song Beiming martial arts and principles, because a baby bird has to learn skills to grow up and fly.

She thought for a while, and said to Xiao Song Beiming: "You like the most beautiful, it is your desire now; your father didn't want to get married when he was young, it was his desire at that time. Your father used to be a person who only had success or failure in his eyes. HisHappiness comes from the battlefield, so he cannot have weaknesses, and anyone who may limit or threaten his desire to realize his desires will be strangled."

Xiao Song Beiming asked half-understood: "Then why did father get married again in the end?"

Su Hongying smiled and said: "Because people's desires will change, and marriage is something that is uncertain. Once you meet it, you can't let it go."

"Really?" Xiao Song Beiming disagreed, "As long as you meet a more beautiful one, you can give up the previous one, why can't you let it go?"

Su Hongying looked at her younger son speechlessly, her childish words were unscrupulous, she was afraid that what the younger son said was the truth, Su Hongying was afraid of misleading her younger son, so she thought about it and said: "Ah Ming, beauty is endless, face is easy to die, there is no such thing as the most beautiful woman in the world."Good things will always be updated, and you have to learn to choose.”

Song Beiming didn't do it, saying: "I like swordsmanship, I will learn all the best swordsmanship in the world, and choose the best moves from them. I like beautiful things, and I will find out all the beautiful ones in the world., choose the most beautiful one."

If Su Hongying was younger, she might pick up the child and give him a good beating now, telling him to improve his memory and remember not to be so extreme. This is not only demanding others, but also embarrassing himself.

But she had already raised the first two children too well, and she couldn't bear to restrain this youngest son any longer.

At that time, Su Hongying indulged Song Beiming with a single thought of kindness.The Song family still has a family background to raise a young dude, with elder sisters and elder brothers in front of them to take care of them, so the youngest can live comfortably all his life.As long as he doesn't make the mistake of treason and injustice, no one can do anything to Song Beiming in this life.

But Song Beiming became the child of the Song family who suffered the most.

At that time, Su Hongying didn't know that one day the title of eldest son would fall to the younger son, that the one who went to Beijing to be the proton was also the younger son, and that the one who used up was the younger son.Otherwise, she would have taught the child to suffer earlier, so that Song Beiming would not be so helpless when he lost his parents in Jingdu alone.

Su Hongying was in the spirit of the sky, if she saw her youngest son who was extremely gloomy in those five years, and saw little Ah Ming on the verge of madness several times, her heart would probably be broken.

Su Hongying talked with Xiao Song Beiming for a long time that day, and finally she said: "Your father has a weakness because he has a family. But this has not become his weakness. While he has become more cautious, he has also become more cautious.Powerful. There are fewer things that can stump him, and he can see farther mountains. You see, your father finally built Beiyuan into a strong shield for Da Jing, and was named the king of Beiyuan. This is because he got marriedThe foundation created later. Ah Ming, you must learn to accept this world and accept others. One day, you will also have weaknesses. Don’t think about removing your weaknesses, but make yourself an iron wall. My mother hopes that youTo be able to perceive joy like ordinary people.”

At this moment, outside the Fucheng Pass in Dinghou Mountain, Song Beiming thought in the raging cold wind - I already have a weakness.

When he lost his parents five years ago, he hated this world. He lost his life overnight. When he drank "Ku", he thought that he would die with this world.

At that time, he was free, indulgent and crazy.

The elder sister and the second elder brother did not become his weakness, but became his desperate support. He could do anything regardless of the consequences. Anyway, the Song family did not have him, and there were still brothers and sisters.

When he was suffering from the effect of the "dry", he even thought that if he really died, he would be freed from the position of the son of the world.

Return the son to the second brother.

When he was in contact with Yan Xi, he never thought that Wei Yu Moistur would be so irresistible.When he first sensed that Yanxi was infiltrating him, he resisted.So what about the stunning beauty, as long as you get it, possession is the end point, there is no need to hand over yourself.

He enjoys the process of conquest and confrontation, and he has no interest in chasing things once he succeeds.

But Yan Weiyu is not only the antidote to save people but also the deadly poison, which made him worry about it, and he couldn't let it go, and gradually merged into his flesh and blood, and grew into a rib of him.

With weaknesses, there must be trade-offs. Song Beiming was tied up in chains, thinking about looking behind every step he took.

Song Beiming lost his freedom, and he was chained back to the human world after he almost turned into a demon.

Song Beiming felt tormented by the sudden cold tonight. He understood the overall situation set by Yanxi, and he also understood which step Yanxi was going to take next.Yan Xi spent countless efforts to arrange this situation.

Don't miss this opportunity.

He couldn't stay at home.

This is the responsibility of King Beiyuan and Lord Yan Xi.

From the day he became the son of Beiyuan, he no longer had the freedom of his youth.

He wanted to be a dude, but the current situation pushed him to this position.

Song Beiming hated it.

But he doesn't hate this arrangement now. If he wasn't the King of Beiyuan, he probably wouldn't have had the chance to go to the Crown Prince's side.

He once thought that his happiest time was over five years ago, and God allowed him to find happiness again after five years.

However, he knew that Yan Xi would definitely do something.

Yan Xi will not wait for him.

He knew it all too clearly at this moment.

But damn it, he can't go back now!

He said softly to the night sky: God, please don't take away my light rain.

I have no other pleasure.

Song Beiming brought two lieutenants with him on this trip.

One was Shi Yuan from the Snow Walking Army, and the other was Han Qi from the Han Army. He took care of the integration of the two armies in various military operations.

And he himself was gradually removed from the logo of the Little Prince of Beiyuan, and became the head coach of the Canglong Army.

He is Yan Xi's general, and will be the new emperor's Fengyue minister in the future.

On the handsome flag with the word "Song" written on it, the background color is a green dragon soaring toward the sun.

The snow was heavy, and it was blown down by the cold wind, and the Canglong army flag lay dormant in the snow.

Bai Xue covered his helmet, Song Beiming remained motionless like a statue, the Canglong Army was covered with a fine layer of snow, the military order was like a mountain, and no one moved.

The hour is approaching.

Song Beiming seemed to feel something, and looked closely to the north.

Tongues of flames sprang up in Er'er's night sky, Song Beiming didn't hesitate, and ordered: "Get up!"

The Canglong army got up neatly, and the snow fell from the cold armor.

The tongue of fire suddenly soared into the sky, rising up like a fire dragon in the night.

The snowflakes were covered with sorrowful wind, Song Beiming raised his knife, and said in the wind and snow, "We have set foot on this territory again, let Jiuzhou and the world remember the name of the Canglong Army, go!"

This land has been a subject of Da Jing for a hundred years. Da Jing has paid the price of blood to protect this place. Da Jing has given this place a hundred years of peace in exchange for Mo Di's 30 years of rebellion and inflicted pain.

Most of the 3,000 new recruits in the Canglong Army are from the western region. They were frightened by the sound of the horseshoes of the Modi people. They have long since had enough of being slaughtered by others.Hot tears.

They are no longer the worms of the Western Region crawling to survive. From now on, they will re-engrave the name of the Dajing people on this land with the Canglong Saber!

The recruits grasped the sabers they had entered the battlefield for the first time, and silently recited in their hearts what Song Beiming said before departure:

"I give you etiquette, and I return aggression.

We have witnessed and remembered all betrayals, and in this battle, we will repay all of them to you.

We have waited too long for this day."

Song Beiming rode his horse and rushed out, the Canglong army suddenly exerted strength.

The horses are hoofing, the saber is cutting the snow, the dragon is stepping on the grassland, and the night of Mo Di is ablaze.

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Note ①: "My life is a teacher's humble alley, and I am happy everywhere." - This is from "Li Dong Ri Zuo" Song Lu You, the whole poem is as follows:

The room is small and rich, and the wall is only as low as the shoulder.Fang passed the month of granting clothes, and met Shi Qiutian again.

The charcoal of the bonfire is accumulated by an inch, and the baht is called cloth quilt.My life is a teacher's back alley, and I am happy everywhere.