Cangzhou beacon fire

Chapter 20
The sun was rising and the sun was shining everywhere. It seemed that the sun was concentrated on the position where Zhong Yao and Li An were dueling each other, because that position was particularly eye-catching.

Zhong Yao sat upright, the long spear he held on his back was straightened in front of him, and the one-on-one battle was the moment, life and death in a moment.

"Ah!" After rushing forward, Li An held knives in both hands, and switched to a slashing posture. This roar was both courageous and intimidating.

When the two riders rubbed against each other, Li An shouted, raised his knife and slashed at Zhong Yao's head. Although this attack was simple, it was practical, borrowing speed, momentum, and position.

At this moment, everyone held their breath and fixed their eyes on the battlefield. This victory or defeat will determine the direction of the next battle.

The long knife slashed like lightning, "It's too slow." Zhong Yao calmed down, leaned down, and Zhong Yao easily dodged Li Anshi's powerful blow.

While avoiding the body, Zhong Yao didn't stop the spear in his hand. With a flick of his right wrist, the spear came out like a dragon, and a cold light pointed directly at Li An's chest.

A long spear pierced his chest, and blood spurted out. As a veteran for many years, Li An looked at the unlucky Yue Guo in front of him in surprise, and he didn't see Zhong Yao's movement of shooting the gun clearly.

How is it possible, so fast!
Accompanied by a scream, under the strong impact, Li An's men and horses were separated, and his body was carried out several meters by Zhong Yao's spear. Then Zhong Yao pushed his right arm, and Li An flew out with his gun and fell heavily to the ground. The veteran Chao Sanyuan died on the spot without even uttering a scream.

When the cheers of the Golden Feather Cavalry sounded, the faces of the Sanyuan Army, including Qi Sheng, were ashen. Many Sanyuan soldiers were so frightened that they couldn't even hold the weapons in their hands. The army diffused.

If the Golden Feather Cavalry's three thousand vs. three thousand had dealt a huge blow to the morale of the Sanyuan army, then Zhong Yao's attack had completely shattered the morale of the Sanyuan army.

Zhong Yao slowly rode back to Li An's corpse, pulled out the spear from his corpse, and aimed his sharp eyes at the Sanyuan army, like a wolf staring at a sheep: "It's them, let's not leave one!"

After finishing speaking, Zhong Yao swung his spear forward, and the blood remaining on the tip of the spear flew out little by little, dripping on the loess in a deadly atmosphere.

The order had already been issued, and the Golden Feather Rider behind Zhong Yao rushed out with a thunderous killing cry.

The killing was fierce, and Qi Sheng's mount instinctively backed up a few steps. He reined in the horse and shouted at the back: "Let me line up! Let me block it!"

However, at this time, none of the Sanyuan generals dared to step forward. Many Sanyuan veterans seemed to have seen the Death God standing next to the corpses of the two Sanyuan generals. They would never forget that terrifying deterrent force.

The golden feather riders passed behind Zhong Yao one by one. When Xiang Zheng approached, he threw the spear back to its owner.

Seeing that Sanyuan's decline was evident on the opposite side, Zhong Yao knew that the overall situation was settled, so he slowly drew his sword and rushed forward.

In the past ten years, Golden Feather Riders have received the hardest training. Ordinary cavalry train for three hours a day, but Golden Feather Riders train for six hours a day. Riding, spear skills, physical strength, and endurance are all without exception. There are not a few people like Xiang Zheng who secretly train on their own after six hours. There are many motivations, belief is one, and survival is another, but hatred is undoubtedly the most effective one.

Once the morale collapsed, the combat power also disappeared. In just an hour, Qi Sheng's army was defeated by Zhong Yao and Zhong Lin. .

After Zhong Yao's Golden Feather Rider joined Zhong Lin's army, they turned to attack Fan Yi's army.

In a hidden grove not far from the battlefield, several people dressed in black looked at the battlefield from a distance, and then the leader winked at the people behind, who knew how to tie the written note on three The pigeons fly out on their legs.

The white dove flapped its wings and flew north across the battlefield.

Fan Yi really didn't understand how Qi Sheng's [-] troops were defeated. Facing Qi Sheng's troops fleeing hastily and the menacing Yue army, retreating was his only choice.

After the First World War, the Yue Army suffered [-] casualties from being surrounded to counterattacking, including nearly [-] Qingyu Cavalry casualties. As for the Sanyuan Army, Qi Sheng's troops lost nearly [-], and Fan Yi retreated. In time, the casualties were slightly smaller.

The scorching sun was in the sky, and Zhong Lin watched the battlefield full of corpses under the scorching sun above his head. The gunpowder smoke gradually dissipated, and the air was filled with the disgusting smell of blood.

The medical workers who Zeping and Ping Sanyuan transferred to Yue State were shuttled on the battlefield to treat the wounded soldiers.

Zhong Yao rode his horse and slowly came to Zhong Lin's side: "Father, my son is late, please forgive me."

Zhong Lin shook his head: "I gave you the news about Baili Nan, and I also approved the temporary diversion to Yanshui City. It's not your fault."

"I checked the battlefield, and there is no body of Qi Sheng, so he must have escaped." Zhong Yao seemed a little unwilling.

Zhong Lin looked at his son and said: "It's okay, although the Sanyuan Army was defeated this time, the Yue Army suffered heavy losses, it's all because of my father's carelessness."

"Father, my son's advice is to put stability first. The city that has been occupied now needs to be rectified, and Qingyuqi has suffered heavy losses. Zeming's medical staff are doing their best to treat them."

"This is?" Zhong Lin discovered the golden feather on Zhong Yao's horse head at this moment.

"The feathers of the green pheasant, father has seen such a golden color?" Zhong Yao took off the golden feathers from the horse's head and handed them to Zhong Lin, asking.

Zhong Lin took it, looked at it carefully, nodded and said: "I've seen it, not many, only old pheasants with a lifespan of more than ten years give birth to golden feathers, and when golden feathers are produced, it also indicates the end of their lifespan. Of course Some green pheasants live less than ten years, so golden feathers are rare." After Zhong Lin finished speaking, he returned the feathers to Zhong Yao, and then asked, "What is the meaning of putting them on the horse's head?"

Zhong Yao took the feather and inserted it back again, saying: "My son gave this new army a new name."

The military laws of the Yue Kingdom are established, and the commanders of the new army have the right to choose names, but they must be approved by the monarch: "Well, tell me, what is the name?"

"Golden Feather Rider."

"Golden Feather Cavalry? Hmm, good name!" Zhong Lin looked at the new army on the battlefield, and after ten years of experience, it soared to the sky, but it was close.

"One more thing, father."

"Say."

"Your grandson hasn't been named yet, and I want my father to choose one."

Zhong Lin looked far away, looking in the direction of the sunrise. "Yuejun won a big victory, let's call him Zhong Sheng."

"This... the newly defeated leader of the Three Yuans is also called Sheng."

"Doesn't it sound good? Let's win the battle, how about it?"

"..."

"Doesn't sound good? Watching the sun rise, is it called Zhongri?"

"Father, you didn't choose the names of me and my brother, did you?"

"Er..., your mother gave it to me. She said that my name is not very nice. I originally wanted to name you Zhong Dang. At that time, I just defeated the bandits."

Not only is it not very pleasant to hear, it is simply ugly!

"Father, the matter of naming the grandson should be decided after returning to the capital."

"Zhong Ri is not bad. Hey, tell me, isn't this name nice?" Zhong Lin still asked the generals behind him.

"........."

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(End of this chapter)