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date="2021-11-25"

title="Section 1"

weight="151822"

series = ["General’s Gown"]

mode = "manual"

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Silver-faced Yama 1

Heavenly.

In the cold winter of March 9th, at dusk, the sun was hidden in the gray clouds, and the black wind blew up, adding a bit of biting coldness.

The few scattered soldiers guarding this remote pass were also battered by the northwest wind mixed with icy ballast. One by one, their heads and sleeves were draped, and their shoulders were slanted with frozen weapons. He kept stomping his feet and breathed out, wishing to end this squad quickly and hide in the tent to warm himself.

It is now the moment when the two armies of the State of Yan and Bei Rong are facing off. Their troops in Bei Rong have been stationed at this gate for nearly half a month. The reason for the stalemate is that in addition to the desperate resistance of the State of Yan and the severe cold weather, it could have been done in one fell swoop. The conquered territory was delayed by a heavy snowfall. It's not easy for a horse's legs to get out of the snow, let alone people.

Is it possible that even the gods help Yan Guo's grandsons?

The little soldiers have a headache when they think about the game between countries. Hi, think about it yourself. Thinking far away, how to keep your life on the battlefield is the most important thing. Thinking closer, how to pour hot shochu is the most important thing.

The soldier happily recalled the taste of shochu, and couldn't help squinting his eyes.

However, there was no shochu in front of him, only a muddy black dirt road, winding to the end of the line of sight, like a thin black snake lying on the ground in the white snow.

Suddenly, the end of the "Black Snake" seemed to shake suddenly.

The soldier blinked and wiped off the ice on his eyelashes.

Someone.

When the man was pressed into the magnificent king's tent in Beirong, it was already dark outside. He was curled up and fettered, shaking like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in a sheepfold.

The soldier knelt down and asked for credit with a flattering look: "Report to the general that this afternoon we found three carts of grain and grass at the opening of Heifengguan. Thanks to my cleverness, I quickly stopped it. It is said that it was a farmer who lived in the surrounding area. The soldiers are forced to conscript and regularly send supplies to the army. As a result, the weather is bad, and I hit this place on the wrong path. This is really a good treat for us to eat!"

The soldier raised his eyes to look at the head coach's face, hesitated, and then said: "The subordinates have checked the stuff. There are rice, meat, and knives. They are all good things. But what should this man do..."

A stranger came in inexplicably in the camp, and he was still sending food to the country of Yan. The leader of the little soldier was afraid of fraud and did not dare to deal with it without authorization.

The captured man squinted timidly, and a group of exposed dancers were twisting the seductive waist, singing and dancing. The strange thing is that it is not the coach this time who sits in the main seat and enjoys the beautiful wine, the second prince Bei Rong Shu Wutu. But another man. The man leaned lazily on the beautifully embroidered cushion of Bei Rong's specialty. The sturdy, explosive pectoral muscles were looming under the open placket, and his face could not be seen clearly under the bright and extinguished candles. Several good-looking dancers have already moved forward and shook them brightly, but the man didn't even bother to lift his hands.

It seems that this person is not from Beirong. Who would be the man whom Bei Rong coach had regarded as the guest of honor?

The captive squinted his eyes, trying to see the face hidden in the shadows clearly.

As if the conversation had been interrupted, Shu Wutu turned his head to say something to the second prince of Dongyun Kingdom Helian Rongchuan who was sitting on the main seat, and walked over impatiently.

"Huh!"

A silver light flashed in front of the man's eyes, and a cold and sharp object suddenly hit his chin. It's the tip of a knife!

The tip of the knife forced him to raise his head. The man's Adam's apple slipped, but he couldn't make a sound.

Shu Wutu looked at the dirty man in front of him.

The long hair was tangled in disorder, covering most of his face, and his beard was covered with snow and mud, dripping with melted dirty water.

Shu Wutu frowned in disgust, and the tip of the knife slowly moved down to the man's neck.

Well, this man’s neck is pretty good...

The sharp edge of the blade flashed and moved upward again.

PuffPuff

The man swallowed nervously. The occlusion in front of him suddenly flashed, and it was Shu Wutu who used the tip of a knife to open the messy long hair on his forehead.

"Ouch!" The man screamed, and Shu Wutu kicked his chest. This foot is full of anger and strength. The man fell down in pain, facing up to the sky, and his full face was revealed.

What an ugly face. The painful expression made the tangled face look even uglier. The eyes, nose, and mouth seemed to be in the wrong position, his huge nose wrinkled tightly, making the lower half of his face crowded, so his mouth had to abdicate to let Xian, barely open to the ears, but the upper half of his face was deserted and there were only two. The triangular eyes of different sizes and shapes will not be packed together like a space, and the bumpy acne marks on the forehead make the upper half of the face that is too empty and less lonely.

As soon as this face appeared, even the little soldier who was used to seeing the ugly and ugly bottom stepped back a few steps in disgust.

Helian Rongchuan on the side had already seen through the dirty thoughts of Shu Wutu just now. In his opinion, Shu Wutu is a complete straw bag, he can't walk when he sees beauty, and even a dirty prisoner has to look at his condition. don't know what the Bei Rong royal family thought, letting such a straw bag be the commander-in-chief of the ar.

But Helian Rongchuan didn't say anything, just chuckled, seemingly joking. Inadvertently, he had bent over and stretched out to the poor prisoner who fell to the ground, seeming to be benevolent, trying to lift up the poor worm.

Between the lightning and flint, no one noticed that he seemingly inadvertently clasped his hand gently to the life gate in the middle of the man's back waist.

For a martial artist, being caught by someone's life gate is equivalent to being stuck in his throat with a knife.

The captive raised his head and looked directly at Helen Rongchuan's eyes.

The man in front of him is rare and handsome, his eyebrows are uninhibited and unrestrained, his eyes are the dark brown that is unique to the Dongyun royal family, deep and crystal clear, even if he is smiling now, he seems to have hidden insight into all the blades.

Almost for an instant, a sharp edge flashed in the captive's eyes that did not belong to him. But immediately, he became cowering again, and got up like a stupid dog.

Helian Rongchuan opened the captive lightly, still with a smile that was always romantic. He didn't say a word, and looked at the men curled up on the ground with some playfulness, as if watching a play.

Shu Wutu didn't notice the strangeness at this moment. Just when there is a simple unlucky ghost in front of you. He waved his hand impatiently, and his heart had already been placed on the supple beauty: "Come and come, quickly fork this ugly monster out for me! If you ask clearly, just cut it out."

It is late at night.

The war was tense, and the so-called death row was just a few large cages surrounded by wood and surrounded by dirt slopes that leaked air and looked up at the stars. A gloomy wind swept over, and someone in the death row's cage let out a few chilly wailing, like a dying trapped beast.

There was only one person hiding in a corner where the moonlight could not shine, and it seemed to be frozen.

but……

...

sixteen

Seventeen

eighteen

nineteen

twenty!

The captive counted to twenty in his heart, and suddenly opened his eyes.

Several black clouds drifted past the sky, blocking the moon tightly. There were a few greetings not far away, it was the time when the guard was changing of the guard.

He calmly moved his fingers that were stiff from the cold. No one noticed that although his face was ugly, his fingers were long and beautiful, and there was a thin cocoon on the tiger's mouth.

Click.

With an inaudible sound, the death row's cage flashed and the black figure in the aisle went straight to the camp of grain and grass, as vigorous as a cat.

"His Royal Highness, that person has already come out." The guard whispered.

Brightly lit in the camp, the exposed beauties sang and danced, Helen Rongchuan squinted his eyes to play with the luminous cups filled with grapes and wine, and was noncommittal to the guard's report. After one dance, he put on the silver fox head slowly: "Go, go out and have a look."

"It's not good! It's on fire!"

Without taking a few steps, a terrifying cry suddenly came from the cold night sky.

boom! boom! boom!

A few loud noises, thick smoke and flames burst, which is the direction of the grain and grass camp. The soldiers rushed out of the camp to put out the fire. But before they arrived, the raging flames took advantage of the northwest wind and swallowed the grain and grass camp, slowly approaching other camps.

The fire shining on Helian Rongchuan's handsome profile, his eyes didn't panic at all, but a little joke.

"Damn it, how could this fire burn so fast!" Shu Wutu ran out of the camp angrily, still carrying his unworn pants in one hand. As soon as the voice was finished, I suddenly heard a long, gloomy horn from the hillside opposite the camp.

Woo!

Amid the billowing smoke, a dark green flag fluttered on the hillside, and the swallow characters that danced like dragons and phoenixes were like the most terrifying reminders. Under the banner, don't know when many people have appeared, and the flash of the blade reflected on the soldier's face, like a ghostly Shura.

"Kill!!!"

The drums of war rang, and every sound hit the heart of the person who was attacked. The flag was flying, and the brigade descended down the hillside, in the thick smoke, like a sharp dagger thrusting into the enemy's vital point.

"Not good! Yan Jun sneak attack!"

Silver-faced Yama 2

The drums of war rang, and every sound hit the heart of the person who was attacked. The flag was flying, and the brigade descended down the hillside, in the thick smoke, like a sharp dagger thrusting into the enemy's vital point.

"Not good! Yan Jun sneak attack!"

"Ah!!!" screamed suddenly.

After knowing where the Beirong garrison had resisted the sudden sneak attack, before they had time to line up to fight, they were immediately rushed to the ground by the aggressive Yan army.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Yan Jun’s roar resounded throughout the cold night. In sharp contrast, Bei Rong soldiers screamed in embarrassment.

Seeing that the soldiers around him fought less and less, he was afraid that even the soldiers around him would fold in and almost peeed his pants. Turning his head to see Helian Rongchuan who came out leisurely at some unknown time, he instantly seemed to see a life-saving straw.

The Eastern Cloud Kingdom did not intervene in this battle between the Yan Kingdom and the Bei Rong Kingdom, but only dealt with on both sides of the battlefield, doing some exchanges between soldiers, horses, food and grass. Dongyun has strong national strength and is far away from war. It is a side hegemon that no one dares to easily provoke. So if you want to survive, you can only get into this Dongyun prince's team.

Shu Wutu leaned over with a smile on his face: "His Royal Highness! Good brother! Big Brother! You are a neutral country, and the Yan army must not dare to attack. I wonder if you can let this king join your team and retreat together?"

"Oh?" Helian Rongchuan seemed to have just recovered from a splendid drama. He folded his hands on his chest and looked at Shu Wutu with some bewildered and even naive eyes: "Why?"

"By—?" Shu Wutu was at a loss for words.

Just as he said, the East Yun country behind Helian Rongchuan was the neutral country in this battle. This time he came to the battlefield to do nothing more than a business of soldiers, horses, food, and grass. You can't risk saving him and offending other countries.

Why?

Seeing that Helian Rongchuan was about to go far, between the electric light and flint, Shuwutu suddenly enlightened him, and quickly grabbed the life-saving straw: "Only the 8,000 carts of food and grass sold to me! I will add another 10% to the price. Give you!"

Helian Rongchuan kept walking without squinting.

"Twenty%! Twenty%——30%!" Shu Wutu chased after him. But Helian Rongchuan turned on his horse neatly, and did not stop to pay attention to him.

"Four-five percent! Fifty percent!" Shu Wutu hugged Helian Rongchuan's calf tightly, without the manners of the coach, almost crying.

Helian Rongchuan lowered his eyes and looked at the shivering Shuwutu indifferently.

"Double."

Shu Wutu's eyes widened. He looked at Helian Rongchuan with some surprise, the other party's cold, unsentimental dark brown eyes, the first time he felt strange and utterly cold.

Between the lightning and the flint, he suddenly realized that the second prince who usually laughed and wandered around, turned out to be a scheming wolf.

Shu Wutu swallowed hard, clenched his fist, and said, "Okay... doubled!"

"Words?" Helian Rongchuan lazily stretched out his palm.

Shu Wutu was anxious, but it was important to save his life. He gritted his teeth and took out the inseparable seal in his arms: "This is the proof!"

Helian Rongchuan unfolded a sunny, but somewhat creepy smile in the eyes of Shu Wutu, and with a wave of his hand, a fast horse rushed forward. Shu Wutu was in a hurry, and was about to get on his horse when he turned over.

Helian Rongchuan smiled contemptuously. It's no wonder that Bei Rong's national power has declined in recent years, and such a greedy straw bag can actually be used as the coach.

Not far away, Yan Jun had rushed over like a vigorous beast. Helian Rongchuan smiled triumphantly. Tonight, from the moment the prisoner entered the camp, he knew that this person was not simple, and 80% of them were made by Yan Guo. He didn't click to remind Shu Wutu, just to take advantage of the fire at this moment.

He was really grateful for this sneak attack.

The magnificent Dongyun royal banner raised high is his protective umbrella. This time, he was already able to retreat completely.

Helian Rongchuan smiled contemptuously at the helpless Yan Bing, and turned his horse's head to leave

Whoosh!

The sound of breaking the sky!

Suddenly a silver light flashed in front of Helian Rongchuan's eyes

"Ah!" Shu Wutu screamed, and fell straight down from the horse, his eyes wide open in terror, but he lost the look of a living person.

A silver arrow pierced through the back of his heart and shot a cross, but with no loss of energy, the arrow plunged straight into the solid snow that was stepped on, and almost all of it went in.

Who shot this arrow, the direction is so accurate, the force is so big, and the speed is so fast?

"Your Highness... Your... Your face..." The voice of the guard beside him was shaking horribly.

Helian Rongchuan felt a bit tingling on his cheeks, and when he reached out his hand, he saw blood.

It was scratched by the arrow just now.

The people around were stunned by this horrible scene.

Everyone looked towards the opposite hillside.

The moon peeked out of the dark clouds, and the silver light poured down like a silver waterfall through the shallow clouds. On the top of the hillside. saw a man and a horse standing under the moon, the battle armor and the steeds were white, and the face was covered with a silver ferocious mask, and only a red cloak was flying in the cold wind like a phoenix spreading its wings.

Everyone was stunned for a while. The soldiers from Bei Rong who had fought with the Yan army around, saw that the commander was shot to death with an arrow, which had already disturbed the military's mind. Seeing this person again is more like seeing a ghost, and the array that has not yet assembled violently commotion.

On the bloody battlefield, there is the most terrifying and legendary rumor. Yan Changqing, the general of Yan Guoyun, was powerful and mighty. At the age of seventeen, he was awarded the third rank general of Yunhu. At the age of eighteen, he was chasing the invading Beirong army coach Hunhu and the rest. He commanded eight hundred mysterious cavalry. Sleeplessly in the wild Gobi, he went straight for hundreds of miles, and eventually cut the exhausted Hu Hun to the rest, and captured more than 5,000 people.

Because it was too legendary, people secretly rumored that General Yan was actually a monster, with an ugly appearance, a black hair, and a mouthful of blood. Anyone who saw his true face was scared to death. So he always wears a silver mask. And because his surname happens to be Yan, which is the same as "Yan", people privately call him Silver-faced Yan Luo.

Isn't this the person in front of me?

Many people immediately hugged their heads, but more often dropped their helmets and armor, kneeling and shouting:

"Don't kill the army! The Yama King spare your life, the Yama King spare your life!"

The four words "Jiangjun's non-killing" are like a gold medal for avoiding death. In an instant, the soldiers of Bei Rong gave up resistance, knelt down and cried with their swords in both hands:

"King Yama, spare your life!"

"King Yama, spare your life!"

The sound of mercy over the mountains and plains was quite spectacular, and the drum of war representing the offensive command came to an abrupt end, and the well-trained Yan Nation Profound Armor Army really stopped the attack.

The Bei Rong army was on the verge of an amnesty.Only the Dongyun people who were surrounded by Tuantuan were left, quite at first glance.

The Profound Armor army was in trouble.This surrendered Beirong soldier was easy to deal with, but the Dongyun people who appeared out of nowhere left them with no choice. They had no choice but to fight or let them go. They had to be surrounded by them. Everyone's eyes were focused on Xuan.The coach of Army A.

Yan Changqing straightened his horse forward.

He looked condescendingly at the Dongyun people surrounded by TuanTuan from the war horse, under the gorgeous Dongyun royal banner, but the man was calm and relaxed without any embarrassment. He looked into his own eyes.