Climb Mount Tai and make the world small.

The bleak winter wind whistled across the battlefield, rolling up a large piece of beacon smoke and residual snow. Outside the drum horns, outside the swords and guns, between the yellow sand and the red flames, there is a personal foothold, which is the top of thousands of troops.

At this moment, in his eyes, the world is as small as dust; he has always been arrogant, looking at the court, the martial arts arena and the battlefield - except for the war itself, he cannot despise it. He has always respected the urgency brought by the war.

, danger and death...

Wanyan Yonglian. No one can see him on the battlefield, but no one in the Jin and Song Dynasties knows about him.

He exists in everyone's heart. There is no doubt that everyone in the Jin Army is fighting for him. The Song Army, whether here or not, who is not fighting for him!

Lin Qian, Xu Yuan, Hong Hanshu, Yue Feng, Li Junqian, Li Fengxing, and even Dugu Qingjue whose heart is not on the battlefield.

The best in the world. The country has ever been so perfectly unified.

This is not a legend...

"Your Majesty, General Chu won a great victory. He captured Yang An's seven strongholds in one battle, and the Song bandits suffered heavy casualties." The Yueguan Peak battle report came. Chu Fengyue and Yang An had been fighting for half a month, and they had always been evenly matched, with each other winning or losing. Until

After hearing that the prince was approaching the battle, the morale of the Flower Hat Army finally rose sharply, and they actually wiped out Yang An's troops in the south of Yueguan Peak in one go. It can be said that they did an extremely good job.

"What a Chu Fengyue. Even the enemy couldn't catch her for so many days. I just asked her to let go of her hands and feet to fight, so she just gave me a clean sweep." The prince put his hands behind his back and stood at a commanding height, but did not turn around. He shook his head with a wry smile.

At that time, his tone contained 70% approval and 30% love.

"Feng Yue is the number one general of the Flower Hat Army. He must not be in good condition these days. Will the prince be able to do well as soon as he arrives? It just so happens that he has accumulated a lot of experience." When Huang Slap said, he looked at the other stranger the prince brought with him this time.

The man is in his forties, with a pair of arms and a wolf's waist. If his guess is correct, he should be from Prince Yu's palace. Prince Wanyan Yongcheng, the Prince of Yu, was very knowledgeable during his lifetime.

He loves to compete with scribes, but instead, these masters are buried as bodyguards. Among the Qinnan army, most of the generals have not very good reputations. If only some of them can be selected and put to practical use... Huang slapped him for a moment.

Isn't that what the prince did? As he was thinking to himself, the wounds on his body kept hurting, reminding Huang Slap and those lingering fears about Lin Qian.

"I report to the prince that Tianzun has defeated Zhu Mengchang. However, General Shao was captured alive by Song bandits, and General Nalan also died on the battlefield." Not long after, Feng Zhangzhuang's battle report also arrived, but it was not as gratifying as Chu Fengyue's victory.

"I wish Mengchang... Both Dajie and Hongyuan underestimated this man. As far as Lin Qian is concerned, he is really a lucky general." The prince sighed, "That day, Hongyuan took advantage of the civil strife of the Song bandits to capture Feng Zhangzhuang. It was clear that

We have surrounded this man's army, and we fought with him for several times in the mountains and forests without encountering him. Finally, he fled to Tianwai Village to add wings to the phoenix flute singing like a tiger."

When the prince said that, the middle-aged man smiled and said yes, slapped his head and nodded, convinced - just like Yue Li back then, the prince knew everything about the situation in Mount Tai.

"Your Majesty, General Pusan ​​is here..." The last thing that came was the battle report from Motianling. Huang La's heart suddenly broke.

The battle reports of Yue Guanfeng, Feng Zhangzhuang, and Motian Ridge are like a steep ladder going down all the way: Chu Fengyue defeated Yang An, Yue Li and Zhu Mengchang were tied, and here, it was Lin Qian who fell under the sword.

It was tragic with countless casualties.

Yes, Pusan ​​Anzhen came, and he came sideways. He lost too much blood and was seriously injured and was about to die. Perhaps only the prince's skills in the world could be used to save him.

The prince turned around and glanced at Pu San Anzhen, who was not far away, with a look of regret on his face: "Let's carry him to General Tu Chan first."

Tu Chanyong, who was severely injured by Lin Qian before Pusan ​​Anzhen, was also carried to the prince's side at Yueguan Peak before Pusan. However, due to the serious injury, the delay was too long, and even the prince could not piece together his fragmented body.

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Everyone saw Tu Chanyong's miserable appearance and knew that death would be the greatest relief for him. After seeing that even the prince was helpless, everyone sincerely hoped that he would suffer less if he died... However, it was a fool's errand.

The old general who has lived for half his life still refused to listen to everyone this time. He lay there without knowing anything about his personnel but just hung on for a breath. Old general, why are you holding on to this breath?

Huang Slap watched Pusan ​​Anzhen being carried to Tu Chanyong's side, hoping that Pusan ​​would still have hope because of the timely rescue. When his eyes turned back, he finally saw the prince's face that he had not seen for a long time. His eyebrows flew into his temples and his eyes were as clear as ever.

The usual divine light was intimidating and domineering. Although there was no weapon in his hand, he still had an intoxicating demeanor. Huang Slap was stunned for a moment.

"Huang Slap." The prince came to the side, and Huang Slap finally realized: "Your Majesty?!"

"You and Xie Tao need to recover the Motian Ridge area of ​​Dagu Mountain immediately," the prince said.

"But neither Xie Tao nor I have the highest combat power. We need to recover immediately, I'm afraid..." Huang Lai said truthfully.

"Mr. Sima will help you two." The prince introduced the stranger with a smile.

Huang Slap was startled at first, and then he was overjoyed: "Mr. Sima? Isn't it Sima Long, the sword god in Prince Yu's palace? I've admired him for a long time!" Huang Slap finally remembered this name. Someone in the master hall had mentioned that there was a swordsman in Prince Yu's palace.

, "Broken Step Sword" is the best.

"Don't you dare? How dare you call me the God of Swords in front of the prince?" That Sima Long kept saying that he didn't dare to be so humble. He was obviously still a little jerky and didn't know what color he should use when getting along with the prince.

"Your Majesty doesn't care about false reputations, he only appreciates real talents. He often praises us and says that Mr. Sima is superb in martial arts. With such a master in charge, the recovery of the Motian Ridge of Dagu Mountain is in sight." Huang Slap looked happy and immediately got ready to go. Sima Long

He also said goodbye to the prince and was going to fight the first battle after surrendering.

Wu Yue in Dagu Mountain, Shi Gui, Liu Wujin/Li Siwen, Motianling Sea, Peng Yibin/Shi Poli, Wang Lin.

Wanyan Yonglian watched Huang Slap and Sima Long walk away, his expression suddenly becoming solemn.

Huang Slap's back is obviously not as tall as it used to be. Today we can only talk to each other for a few words. Although he insists on being optimistic and pretending to be relaxed, he can smile and praise Sima Long, but he has not escaped Wanyan Yonglian's eyes. Huang Slap always subconsciously

He went to press the wound, but he didn't cover it up at all

He couldn't help but have injuries all over his body. It's easy to imagine how difficult it was for Huang Slap to deal with Lin Qian these past few months. Huang Slap and Xie Tao's "combat power is not the highest"? They are both at the lowest.

When Yin Ruoru was already damaged, how could he not send Sima Long to replace it?

In fact, Huang La's current disappointment also appeared on Xuanyuan's face a few months ago. Xuanyuan Jiuye was also lost because of the same person. At that time, it was Huang La who persuaded Xuanyuan that I would help you defeat Lin Qian and use the whole

An Ding from Shandong came to greet the prince. As a result, what greeted the prince was the most uncontrollable war and chaos. Xuanyuan Jiuye had no chance to see all this.

Wanyan Yonglian admired Xuanyuan's ruthlessness and Huang Slap's roundness, and once praised them for dividing Yang An and Lin Qian. Unfortunately, Wanyan Yonglian did not expect this to happen within a mere ten days from hearing about the victory to personally visiting the battlefield.

There were two deadly battles in Dago Mountain and Motian Ridge, tragedies and murders! Although the battlefield in the north was not much more intense than the battles at Feng Zhangzhuang and Yueguan Peak, how could they not be given top priority because so many beloved generals of Wanyan Yonglian were killed?

Heavy!

Wanyan Yonglian helped Pusan ​​Anzhen sit up, and poured the true energy into Pusan's body continuously - Yin Ruoru died, Xuanyuan Jiuye died, Tu Chanyong must die, and Shao Hongyuan, who was on the battlefield in the south, was alive but still dead... Pusan

How could San Anzhen be included among the generals of death! This is the most courageous talent among the twelve souls.

"Your Highness... An Zhen, you are not worthy of His Highness's... personal... saving. There is no need to waste His Majesty's... Infuriating energy..." Anzhen was sweating profusely. After half an hour's exercise, she woke up and realized that it was the Prince.

I personally saved him and was moved to tears, but I kept begging.

"An Zhen." Wanyan Yonglian smiled with ease, and whispered without resistance, "I can't bear to have that 'Nightmare' BMW without an owner."

Pusan ​​Anzhen's tears burst out of her eyes immediately, but her own body didn't know it yet: "Your Majesty... In the next life, Anzhen will repay your kindness to Your Majesty..."

"Don't mention the afterlife. It's still too early in the next life." Wanyan Yonglian said sternly, "The injury is indeed serious, but it is not impossible to recover. If you recover in five years, you will return to the battlefield in five years. If you recover in ten years, you will be back in ten years.

Order Shandong An Zhen, this seven-foot body should repay the kindness of the country until death."

"An Zhen... remember..." Pu San An Zhen choked up at one point, "No matter how many years it takes, you must return to the battlefield. Remember the prince's teachings, and serve you until you die."

At that moment, Tu Chanyong, who was a few steps away and had no idea what was going on, suddenly had a reaction: "Your Majesty, please remember your teachings...remember..." Both Wanyan Yonglian and Pusan ​​Anzhen were startled and remained silent for a moment.

, the reaction became more and more intense: "Swear to death, kill the enemy! Kill the enemy!" Tu Chanyong yelled, but his mouth was full of blood, his eyes widened. Half of his body was lying on the couch, but the other half of his body seemed to be disconnected from him.

miserable.

Who knew that this was a flashback? He suddenly stopped shouting and regained his composure. He just stared at the prince calmly, as if he knew him and yet seemed a stranger, but his eyes were full of soft light. Wanyan Yonglian was startled and immediately put down his eyes.

Pu San went to see him. But Pu San was worried, struggled to turn around, and looked back at Tu Chanyong: "General Tu Chan..."

"Your Majesty?" Tu Chanyong's eyes were blurred and he was distracted, but he finally recognized him, "Your Majesty, how come you have gray hair?" He was confused, as if he was in the time and space twenty years ago.

"Tu Zen..." Wanyan Yonglian finally refused to give up and tried to heal his luck, but it was really self-consuming.

"My lord, the death of the princess was due to Tu Chan's dereliction of duty. Tu Chan admits this crime!... But Tu Chan is right!" His eyes suddenly became sharp and his tone was so firm. Wanyan Yonglian was startled, and his eyes flashed.

Even though he was a little angry, he still didn't stop working for him, and Tu Chan's sanity gradually recovered.

Fu Ying also knew what happened, and while vomiting blood, he held his hand tightly, "But, Your Majesty, Tu Chan regrets it, after so many years... How did the prince live? Tu Chan just can't speak.

Isn't there any other way to not admit your mistakes... Why do you always have to, always have to

..." Unable to lift it in one breath, Wanyan Yonglian immediately resumed his strength, but his breath was also disturbed due to excessive haste. He was extremely distressed for a moment: "Stop talking, I understand. Yue'er's death was in the Battle of Longnan.

Later I felt relieved. Later I realized that the battle should not have been fought.

I am not a saint - but you, how could you refuse to forgive me for my mistakes, and even give up on yourself and destroy your future!" Tu Chanyong defeated Lin Qian in the Battle of Dagu Mountain, making everyone familiar with the matter understand that Tu Chanyong has been defeated by Lin Qian in these years.

It was intentional. Because of this, Wanyan Yonglian was even more heartbroken!

"My lord, you are indeed the same lord as before..." A smile of satisfaction flashed across Tu Chanyong's pale face, "The reason why I have given up on myself and ruined my future these years is because, during the Battle of Longnan, Tu Chanyong had long wanted to

I want to thank the world with my death, because Tu Chanyong was the culprit of that battle... But

However, Tu Chanyong lives shamelessly... Living is waiting for the prince to be relieved... Your Majesty, I am relieved, I am relieved... I have not lived in vain, the wait is worth it!" As soon as he finished speaking, his body sank, "

Zen!" Wanyan Yonglian shouted in tears. When he helped him up, he had already died, but he smiled with relief.

"General Tuchan..." Pusan ​​Anzhen cried out.

We have seen many vicissitudes of life, and the country remains picturesque. In the blink of an eye, many heroes have made great achievements, and then their reputations have all been destroyed...
Chapter completed!