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Chapter 977 Old silver coin, pretending to be a dead dog

Right wing.

As soon as the battle started, the enemy launched an attack in the most violent way.

At the front were more than a hundred tall and heavy armored soldiers, they held big axes and knives, and a guy broke in unexpectedly.

The cause was nothing more than a cavalry soldier of the Northern Xinjiang Army stumbled, and then dragged his comrades behind him down.

This is a bit like the story of a nail deciding the success or failure of a battle.

But it really happened right under Tu Chang's nose.

"Get them out!"

Tu Chang said.

A group of cavalry went up and strangled most of this group of fierce enemy soldiers, and the rest retreated.

But just like that, the morale of the right wing of the Northern Xinjiang Army dropped.

"The morale of the enemy army is low, don't stagnate, keep attacking!"

The enemy army rushed violently, like waves of monstrous waves.

The Beijiang army was like a rock, motionless under the pounding of the huge waves.

"Duke, the right wing is stable," Han Ji said.

Yang Xuan had already seen it, "It should have been an accident just now, Duke Tu responded in time."

"Actually, Mr. Tu is pretty good." Han Ji and Tu Chang have a normal relationship, so this is a recommendation.

"He's not bad, but he's a little less aggressive."

As he said that, Yang Xuan couldn't help looking to the left wing, the old thief had rushed up with his troops and was fighting with the enemy.

Compared with the old thief's desire for fame and fortune, Tu Chang is like an accomplished monk.

On weekdays, he likes to stay at Yang's house when he has nothing to do, sitting under the eaves, watching the flowers, trees, and people coming and going calmly.

When people are old, they will remember.

Although the first half of Tu Chang's life was mediocre, it can be regarded as a quiet and good time.

Once there was a big change, all the family members were burned to death, and this old man with superb marksmanship and military skills was forced to go to Liangshan, and finally followed Yang Xuan to the northern border.

But what about the future?

Tu Chang didn't know.

The only thing he cares about is Wang Er Er, who runs rampant like a bison all day long.Of course, I will also come to accompany him from time to time.

Time flows, reminding us of the past.

But Tu Chang's past can never repeat itself.

Yang Xuan didn't know what he was thinking, whether it was a memory or a daze.

But he knew that there was hatred in Tu Chang's heart.

Hatred for Southern Zhou.

As long as the officials of the Southern Zhou Dynasty were more diligent, that tragedy would not have happened.

As long as the officials of the Southern Zhou Dynasty acted fairly, they would not be punished with three glasses of wine afterward.

"Perhaps, we need to force it." Han Ji said: "The world is too big, and the Duke needs many great talents to help."

Tu Chang doesn't talk about great talent, but if he can survive from the past, then sitting on one side is not a problem.

Yang Xuan said: "Only the second child can persuade him about such matters."

"Kingdom!"

Wang Lao Er was eating jerky, and when he heard his name, he rode over, "But there is a decisive battle?"

This mallet!

Yang Xuan said angrily: "Go and help Tu Gong."

"Oh!"

Wang Lao Er threw the jerky into his mouth, "Follow me!"

Yang Xuan said: "Even if it's not for himself, he has to fight for the sake of the second child!"

Han Ji smiled and said, "Who doesn't like the second child?"

"Simple people, everyone likes them." Yang Xuan said.

The group of people around him were not simple, from Han Ji to Nan He, to He Lianyan... Not to mention that they were all full of conspiracies and tricks, but they were also ruthless.

And everyone has a story.

He Lianyan wanted to kill the Beiliao Emperor.

Han Ji wanted to rebel.

Nan He wanted to kill the false emperor.

Pei Jian wanted to seek justice for his father Pei Jiu.

The old thief wants to look ahead and become the best general among tomb robbers.

Even Jiang He'er has her own ambitions... Yang Xuan once heard her muttering that she wanted to make the teacher look at her differently.

These merged together, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a big quagmire.

Once people get used to living in the big quagmire, they will ignore many problems.

The smelly ones will feel fragrant.

Seeing someone in this big quagmire without getting a little bit of dirt, I was immediately blown away.

When they saw that the man was Wang's second child, they all said "oh", and then they did what they should do.

As the old thief said: "Who doesn't like the second child?"

Those who don't like the second child either have ulterior motives or are psychopaths!
This is the consensus of all.

Even Ah Liang likes Wang Laoer.

Children's intuition is close to Tao. Although they can't hear those words, they can know who is friendly to them and who is dissatisfied with them by intuition.

Wang Laoer can play with Ah Liang, and the two can watch for a long time just by watching ants.

Another person, such as Zhang Siniang, felt sore all over after watching it for a while, so she found an excuse to run away.

People are innocent, looking at everything in this world is the simplest and the most beautiful.

But Yang Xuan sees everything in this world as multi-layered and complicated.

Also, dark.

On the left wing, the northern border army continued to attack fiercely. The enemy army seemed to be a bit outstretched, but Lin Jun turned a blind eye.

"interesting."

Yang Xuan laughed and said, "Is this trying to induce me to mobilize my troops to bet on the breakthrough of the left wing? That's fine, just mobilize my troops to the left wing!"

"Leader!"

Two thousand cavalry swarmed away.

"My lord, the enemy's left wing has increased."

Lin Jun saw it.

"Tell the right wing that if you die, you have to die there!"

"Leader!"

Lin Jun's expression was indifferent, and he could not see any excitement or nervousness in the battle.

"Da da da!"

The cavalry came from behind, "Emissary, Ning Xing has an envoy."

Shen Changhe was startled, "The news of Yang Xuan's dispatch of troops hasn't reached Ningxing yet! Is this...a beating beforehand or a warning?"

Lin Jun was watching the battle situation, "No see!"

"what!"

The emperor's envoy, if you say you don't see it, you won't see it?

Shen Changhe said softly: "At least I'll see you later, so I won't fall into the shoes of others."

Lin Jun looked at the attack and defense of the right wing, and said: "Yang Xuan opened his mouth and went north in the beginning of spring. After Ning Xing found out, he sent an envoy, just to fight for the title.

What is this battle as a soldier, I look forward to the victory in Ningxing.These words were nothing more than in the past, but if they were heard by the soldiers during the war, they would turn into reminders! "

The Lin family and the imperial family were mortal enemies. During the war, the emperor sent envoys to spread the word. Whether good or bad, it would be a blow to the morale of the army.

"Then...the old man is going to take a look?"

This kind of thing is big if it is big, and small if it is small, but it is best not to give Ning Xing a handle.

"Never mind!"

Lin Jun's voice was soft, but decisive.

Behind, the envoy became noisy.

"What, Mr. Lin didn't see me?"

"The envoy said that during the war, the order of the emperor will not be obeyed!"

"It's the other way around!"

The envoy is making a fuss.

Just when everyone was helpless, a guard of Lin Jun came.

"My lord asked, do you want a head or something?"

In an instant, the messenger stopped.

But still refused to bow his head, "I am the messenger..."

"Even if the emperor is here at this moment, he has to condescend!"

The guard grinned and said, "Killing you in wartime is like killing a chicken!"

Looking at the malicious eyes, the messenger was timid.

Yes!

If Lin Jun had someone behead him, and he would be charged with a crime, what disturbed the morale of the army... Not only the envoy was unlucky, but the emperor was also ashamed.

Great battle, dear, what are you making trouble for?

The messenger fell silent.

On the right wing, the old thief continued to increase the size. He even made the crossbow arrows approach, sending waves of arrows raining down on the opposite side from time to time.

If the enemy army is more than capable, such an arrangement will lead to catastrophe... Once the enemy army makes up their minds, abandon the front and hit those crossbowmen from the flanks, or they will collapse.

The enemy suffered heavy casualties, but they gritted their teeth and withstood it.

"Kingdom."

King Yong is here.

There is something wrong with the riding posture.

"Your Majesty can rest!"

Yang Xuan could understand his hard work.

Since the night of the palace change, King Yong has been confined in the mansion, maybe he can practice in the mansion, or practice sword skills or something.But treks and gallops never existed.

This trip from Chang'an to Northern Xinjiang caused him a lot of hardships. Yang Xuan didn't want to bring him here, but King Yong couldn't resist taking the initiative to invite Ying!
Except for the occasional rest, this road has been on the road.

King Yong's legs were probably worn out, and he was trying to put his legs aside at this moment, looking very weird.

"How about this battle?"

King Yong took a closer look. On the right wing, the Northern Frontier Army and the enemy army were indistinguishable from each other.

On the left wing, the Northern Border Army's offensive was smooth and smooth, and the enemy's situation was somewhat difficult.

"Equal share?" Yong Wang asked.

Yang Xuan nodded, "Almost."

From the beginning of the war to now, Lin Jun didn't give him a chance.

Not even an accident.

"It's a strong opponent."

King Yong was a little surprised by his praise for his opponent, and asked: "Facing this kind of opponent, can the Duke be sure?"

Yang Xuan glanced at him, "A war horse was nailing the horseshoe before the battle, and the groom missed a nail. After arriving on the battlefield, the horse's shoe fell off, and the horse stumbled, and immediately fell down... Being tripped, the already invincible enemy army took advantage of the situation to counterattack and won a big victory... Grasping this thing and saying it is just a way to boost morale."

"So it is!" Yong Wang praised: "This story is thought-provoking."

"Certainly, I certainly have it."

King Yong was astonished.

Yang Xuan pointed to the right wing, "The enemy army is rushing wildly on the right wing. If Tu Chang had responded well, they would have already collapsed."

"Is the Northern Liao army so powerful?" King Yong's face was serious.

"No, they are weak." Yang Xuan said: "They are just admirable in the first wave of attack, and then, they are like useless men. Look, the front is fierce, and the follow-up is weak."

"It can't last." Han Ji smiled.

Why does this king feel that there is something in your words?
King Yong said: "Actually, it would be better if the battle was fought peacefully."

This word...

Han Ji's eyes flickered, "What does your majesty mean..."

"My king doesn't mean anything."

King Yong regained his composure.

Hit calmly, just fight longer, don't fight desperately.

"Actually, I thought about it too."

Since King Yong showed his favor, no matter what his purpose was, Yang Xuan also gave a positive response, "If we are in a stalemate between Northern Xinjiang and Beiliao, we will keep sending people to Chang'an to ask for help... Although it may destroy our prestige, it will make Chang'an Don’t dare to go one step beyond the threshold. But this is to support the bandits’ self-respect.”

Yang Xuan pursed his lips slightly, "I don't care about it!"

What a Yang Zitai!

King Yong nodded slightly, thinking that this person still has a heroic side, which is very rare.

"The chivalrous spirit of the Duke is rare!"

"is it?"

"This king never lies."

"Are you chivalrous?"

"Nature is good."

"Pei Jiuren is famous all over the world, and finally died in Chang'an."

This is which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted... King Yong can't say that the false emperor is shameless, he can only remain silent.

Tu Chang sent someone over, "Tu Gong said that the enemy army is determined, but their strength is ordinary."

"Opportunity!" King Yong's eyes lit up.

This time he came to supervise the army, although he didn't dare to make any big noises, but if he wins this battle, regardless of whether he contributes or not, the public opinion in Chang'an will look at him differently.

"It's about the same as us."

Han Ji's words stunned King Yong.

"The enemy's false right wing, our army's false right wing, it's interesting."

Yang Xuan said with a smile: "If we follow the steps, the two armies probably won't be able to decide the winner after fighting for a whole day. From the very beginning, Lin Jun asked me a question."

"The previous attack seemed powerful, but it was actually anticlimactic." Han Ji smiled like a fox, "But Lin Jun didn't expect that most of the old and weak on our trip were on the right wing."

Two mallets gather together to hack and kill, where is the main force?

Yang Xuan raised his eyes and looked opposite.

The enemy army on the left flank seemed to be in danger, but it could not be defeated.

Han Ji looked at the left wing, "The old thief must not be impatient."

Yang Xuan shook his head, "He has followed me to learn the art of war for many years, and he has not learned anything else, so the word stability is the first."

What about the Chinese army?
Yang Xuan looked at the enemy's middle army.

The Chinese army was awe-inspiring, seeing that the armor was neat and the banner was stable.

People under the big banner can't see clearly, but they can feel the calmness.

"Where are the elite of the enemy army?"

On the opposite side, Lin Ya said: "The enemy's right wing looks ordinary, so it can be seen that it is not elite. However, we must beware of Yang Xuan looking for opportunities to counterattack. As for the left wing, I conclude that it is mediocre and not enough to affect the overall situation."

Shen Changhe nodded, "The enemy's left wing is the main attack. There is no need to hide their strength. If they can defeat our right wing, they will win a big victory in an instant. Therefore, it is impossible for them to hide their strength."

"Yang Xuan will also come to the conclusion that our army's left wing is weak, and he will also guess where our army's elite are."

Soldiers are expensive and elite, not expensive. From this sentence, we can see how few elites are in a large army.

Where the elite is, there is the trump card, which is the direction that determines the outcome.

For example, where is the Xuanjia rider of the Northern Border Army? If it is in the Zhongjun, then the Zhongjun will be Yang Xuan's winner.

On the left wing, the left wing is the decisive force that determines the direction of the battle.

Lin Jun looked at the right wing of the Northern Border Army, "Could he be dormant too, proud enemy..."

On the opposite side, Yang Xuan looked at the enemy's middle army, "Could Lin Jun also hide his back..."

The war continues.

Lin Jun observed for a long time, "There is no need to wait any longer!"

Shen Changhe said: "The envoy has decided?"

Lin Jun nodded, "There are only two ways for our army to come from afar. One is to enter the city and help Sang Yuanxing defend it, but what I dislike most is such a situation of being passively beaten. I don't want to take it!"

The second is to defeat the main force of the northern border army, at least contain the main force of the northern border army, and give Sang Yuanxing a chance to breathe. After reinforcements from all directions arrive, Yang Xuan can only retreat, and our army will chase after him..."

He looked at the Northern Border Army again.

"I conclude that the elite of the northern border army is on the right wing or in the middle army! Yang Xuan is waiting for the opportunity."

He raised his hand, "Right wing! Fight back!"

On the opposite side, Yang Xuan said: "The enemy's left wing is unable to attack, and the right wing... the enemy has moved."

The formation of the enemy on the right wing suddenly changed, and a passage was opened in the middle...

Grass mud horse!
"Old silver coins!"

Yang Xuan scolded: "His elite are playing dead dogs on the right wing."

(End of this chapter)