The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 291 Crazy and Crazy, Why War?

"General Shi—"

Li Siyuan was dragged to a stop on the hillside by a small school around him, looking at the canine-toothed fighting group, Shi Jingsi reined in his horse and turned back, hearing the reminder from the hillside, instinctively raised his arm, and put the big gun in his hand above his head.

What came into his eyes was a cold gleam as he slashed down angrily, hitting the gun barrel straightly, and the moment the knife edge was pressed against the copper rod, there was a bang, splashing a cloud of sparks.

With the power of the horse's charge, he directly smashed the big spear in Shi Jingsi's hand and fell to the ground with the heavy blade. The next moment, the blade slashed at his right arm, and the remaining arm was still holding the gun and flew out. A bloody arrow shot out from the broken arm.

"Ahhh-"

Shi Jingsi screamed hysterically, clutching his severed right arm and falling to the ground, with blood vessels and veins protruding from his face, rolling twice, pulling out the saber at his waist, leaning on his body, enduring the severe pain, and opening his mouth wide Roaring: "Li Siyuan, protect the King of Jin and go first, otherwise I will not let you go even if I am a ghost!!"

On the half of the hillside behind, Li Siyuan looked at Shi Jingsi, who had lost his arm, with tears in his eyes, and shouted "Ah--", he called the small school around him, and led dozens of people to chase after Li Keyong.

Probably noticing that the people behind him had left, Shi Jingsi held a knife in one arm, dragging half of his body with blood, screaming hysterically, and galloped towards the enemy general riding a black horse opposite him.

Then, he kicked his feet, leaped forward, jumped up, and chopped off the horse's head with a knife in one arm. Only in this way, it would take a lot of effort for the enemy general in front of him to catch up with Li Siyuan and the others.

He thought like this, but what greeted Shi Jingsi was a slash on his knife edge, and his head was thrown into the sky. In the only bit of consciousness left, he turned his vision and saw the chaotic soldiers at the foot of the mountain being chased and killed by cavalry , Died one by one, and for a moment, the dark tide flooded into the field of vision, and they could never be seen again.

Under the sky, a headless figure jumped up in mid-air, and fell to the ground with a bloody line. Yang Huaixiong, who was on top of the black horse, shook the blade, flung off the foam on it, pulled the reins, turned the horse to the hillside, and clamped the horse's belly , shouted violently: "Drive!"

More than a thousand cavalrymen of the Longxiang Army followed closely. The hillside was not too steep, but it was a little slower, but it was not difficult to catch up with the fleeing Jin army generals.

Arrived horses galloped into the forest, Li Siyuan and others had just entered, the two sides immediately began to fight, in the chaos, Yang Huaixiong took aim at Li Siyuan, swung his sword to force the Jin soldiers who blocked the way, and the extremely fierce heavy soldiers would attack him from time to time. People were beaten into the air and killed.

"Siyuan, go—"

A small school yelled, Li Siyuan over there is holding a long sword, his hands are trembling a little, although his martial arts skills are good, but it is not enough to face a fierce general, not to mention that the opponent is riding a horse and has more soldiers than this side, and it is almost impossible to escape. Impossible, if it drags on for a while, maybe the foster father can go further.

The schoolboy dodged a cavalryman's spear, ran to pull Li Siyuan, and shouted: "Hurry up!"

The latter didn't move, just clenched the hilt of the sword, pushed the opponent away, looked at the enemy general who was galloping more than ten steps away, with the sword standing on his shoulder, roared "Ah—" and charged forward .

Several Jin soldiers who followed him also followed the cavalry around the enemy general. Seeing this, the small school had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow up with a long knife. The next moment——

The leaves in the forest flew down one after another, and in a moment, the figure that charged up flew back upside down, Li Siyuan fell heavily to the ground, his long sword turned in mid-air and stuck in the ground not far away, and blood spurted out while clutching his chest.

In the astonishing fight, the little school snatched the blade whizzing past above his head, heard the movement, turned his head and looked at Li Siyuan, but before he could yell out, the sound of breaking wind came, he squatted down suddenly and lifted the blade, the blade broke with a bang , the figure turning Yanyue on horseback smashed the long knife viciously at the end of the knife handle, and flew the little schoolboy out and slid on the ground, the nail leaves on his chest scattered in mid-air.

"Take these two down."

Yang Huaixiong took a look at the two people's clothes, and gave an order in a low voice, and immediately slapped horses and wielded knives and led more than a thousand dragon troops to continue chasing deep into the forest.

The fainted people were dragged away. In the forest where the Jin soldiers died or surrendered, they gradually quieted down. Soon the chasing cavalry turned around and left the forest with rumbling hooves to the foot of the mountain.

Not long after, the hustle and bustle outside also quieted down, only the wind was blowing in the forest, and the cicadas that had been quiet for a long time were screaming again and again.

In the forest dripping with blood and corpses, a fallen leaf suddenly moved, and then it was lifted, and a head popped out, staring at the fallen leaf and looking around, before speaking.

"Father, Liang Jun is gone."

The head that popped out was Li Sizhao. Seeing that there was no threat around him, he quickly retreated into the cave, and after a while, he helped Li Keyong out of the cave.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Li Ke used his eyes blankly, and he was still walking forward with the help of his adopted son like a rotten tree. Wherever he passed, there were all the corpses of Jin soldiers who had been slaughtered. With only one breath left, he wriggled his lips, stretched out his hand with difficulty, and said: "Help me" and then fell silent.

In the depths of the forest ahead, most of the soldiers and horses who fled with him before had turned into corpses. After walking out of the forest and over the mountain, they found a few escaped soldiers.

"Tens of thousands of troops came. In the end, only a few hundred people left to go back."

With the setting sun shining on his face, Li Keyong sat on a blue rock on the top of the mountain and murmured blankly, like a dream, making him in a trance.

In Luzhou, under the red sunset, slender rain falls.

Soldiers and horses in the city patrolled the city, posting lists to calm the people. A small cavalry team stopped at the gate of the government office. Geng Qing, who was hiding outside the city to observe the whole battle, looked tired and was helped off the horse by Chen Hu.

The way of charging into battle is not suitable for him. Even if he enters the city or cavalry field battles, there are too many risks. Geng Qing, who has always spared his life, will naturally not go to these two places. With a piece of news, he hurried into the city.

"How is the person? Is there any injury?"

Quickly crossing the threshold of the mansion, he took off his cloak and handed it to Jiuyu beside him, and asked two questions in quick succession to the soldiers of Liang Jun who were leading the way.

The soldier took two steps slowly, and shook his head beside him: "Returning to the supervising army, the military medical officer has already seen it, that General Feihu is not injured, just..."

Bypassing the government office and stepping into the crescent gate in the backyard, Geng Qing slowed down and looked sideways at the other party.

"Just what?"

"I just lost my soul. I didn't say a word, I couldn't get a drop of water, and I was lying on the couch like a log."

"Well, you've worked hard too, go down and rest, I'll leave it to you here."

"Yes!"

The soldiers stopped following. When they clasped their fists together, Geng Qing took Jiuyu to the master bedroom in the backyard. It was easy to see that there were soldiers guarding there.

"Supervisor, please."

The two soldiers pushed the door open, and the bright red sunlight entered the bedroom, sprinkled on the wall in the middle, reflecting Geng Qing's shadow as he stepped into the threshold, under the wall facing east and west, a tall figure lay lying down as if dead. On the wooden couch, he stared at the roof without blinking.

I heard Geng Qing calling: "Cunxiao."

Only then did the figure on the couch move slightly, and finally there was a look in his eyes, and he tilted his head slightly, "Brother."

"The war has been decided, your adoptive father abandoned the city and ran away."

Geng Qing asked Jiuyu to move a stool, sat down on the couch and said with a smile: "However, for my brother, I have already set up an army to ambush. I guess at this moment, the Longxiang army is already on the way back."

On the couch, Li Cunxiao gently sat up and leaned against it, looking at the opposite window with the glowing light, did not answer this sentence, but asked softly: "Brother, you said that father and son have been father and son for many years, why did you just abandon them like this? You never talked about any friendship."

Geng Qing was silent for a while, not knowing what to say, got up and went to the basin rack, twisted a towel to cover his face to wake up, after a while, his words were whispered under the towel and asked back.

"You regard him as a father, but can he regard you as a son?"

Li Cunxiao fell silent.

Over there, Geng Qing took off the towel and threw it into the water, came back and sat down again, patted him on the shoulder: "I recognize you as a foster son, but it's just because you are brave and good at fighting. Look at Zhu Wen, there are many foster sons, right? Wang Jian of the Shu region also had many adopted sons, and the dead Yang Fugong had even more adopted sons, and Li Keyong, the same is true. Why do you think they accepted so many adopted sons? It’s just that they, Including you, as a tool, it’s just an extra layer of father-son relationship, so it’s more reassuring to use.”

"In the past, I just wanted to say it. It can be seen that you defended Li Keyong, so I chose to shut up. I was afraid that if I said too much, it would hurt you and my brother's feelings. It is the right time to say it now, but this time, fortunately, you didn't Injured, otherwise he won’t be able to kill him this time, and I will run to Taiyuan as a brother, making his family restless!”

Geng Qing waved his hands with joy, and Li Cunxiao smiled a little more, but it might take some time to get out of the depression, but Geng Qing is not in a hurry, just take your time for this kind of thing, and ask someone to prepare it After receiving some soothing soup, he told Li Cunxiao to rest well, and then left the bedroom.

"Yang Huaixiong hasn't come back yet?"

Coming out of the inner room, Geng Qing stepped down from the eaves and called Zhao Long. While the latter shook his head, footsteps suddenly came from outside. Li Biao hurried over with joy on his face.

"My lord, the Longxiang army is back. Commander Yang is outside and will be there soon."

As soon as the words were finished, Geng Qing looked away from Li Biao, and saw the burly Yang Huaixiong striding in at the Crescent Gate, leading several cavalry soldiers of the Dragon Army, holding two figures in his hands.

"Yang Huaixiong, the commander of the Longxiang Army, pays homage to Shang Shuling!"

"Li Keyong ran away?"

Geng Qing raised his hand to make him stand upright, his eyes passed over the tall figure, and fell on the two figures with locked hands. In Yang Huaixiong's words of "I didn't catch him", among the two figures with locked hands, Li Siyuan also looked straight at the dark-faced Geng Qing, dragging the iron chain, and bowed slightly.

"Siyuan pays homage to sir."

Geng Qing stayed in Taiyuan for a while back then, and had some contacts with Li Keyong's generals and adopted sons, so he naturally recognized them.

"Li Siyuan." Geng Qing laughed and patted him on the shoulder, "I have grown a lot taller in recent years."

Li Siyuan smiled embarrassingly, but a young man of fourteen or fifteen who was dressed in a small school next to him opened his eyes angrily.

"Black face, how do you talk to my family!"

It was Jiuyu who answered him with a light slap on his face. The boy didn't even move his body, but his cheeks swelled rapidly, leaving only a slit in his left eye.

"When the adults talk, the children don't interrupt." Jiuyu withdrew his hands behind his back.

Experts look at the doorway, and laymen watch the excitement. With this slap, Yang Huaixiong who was next to him took half a step back in shock. Li Siyuan also knows martial arts, so it is natural to see what kind of ingenuity is contained in this seemingly weak slap.

It turns out that this person who has been by Mr. Fox's side is so terrifying, how did Mr. Hu keep this person by his side?

Yes, it is rumored that Mr. will have a palm of fire
At this time, Geng Qing didn't know what these people were thinking, so his eyes fell on the young school with a swollen face, and he asked casually, "Who are you?"

The young man covered his swollen side face, and looked at Jiuyu who was polishing his nails with some fear, but he stammered an answer despite his courage.

"Shi Shi. Jing Tang."

Ok.

Ok?
Geng Qing looked at the young man again, his eyes were stern, and he raised his hand to call around: "Pull him out and chop him up!"

(End of this chapter)