Chaos on the temples: You can't escape if you provoke treacherous ministers

Chapter 155
Fifty miles outside Zhenbei Pass, Darong and Beijin faced each other. This battle had been going on for a month, and it was time for a stalemate.

In the commander's tent, several generals slammed the table and put down the stools, discussing how to fight next, but judging by the posture, it is estimated that they will quarrel for several days and nights.

Yan Muwai leaned on a chair covered with sheepskin, perhaps to avoid spitting, and stayed away from those few.He was playing with a grasshopper in his hand, and his thoughts had drifted away.

Zhang Yang came in, paused for a while, and then walked towards Yan Mu.

"Master." Zhang Yang bent down and called softly.

Yan Mu came back to his senses, and tightened his grip on the grasshopper, "Any news?"

"Our people sent back news that the wife gave birth to a girl..."

Yan Mu grinned, "My daughter is good, I like my daughter."

Zhang Yang moved his mouth again, but he couldn't open it.

"How is she?"

"lady……"

Yan Mu looked serious, turned to look at Zhang Yang, "What's wrong with her?"

Zhang Yang lowered his head and said in deep pain: "The lady was burned to death, and the young lady is nowhere to be found."

Yan Mu rubbed the grasshopper, and his breathing suddenly became heavier, "What's going on?"

"There was water in an ancestral hall outside the city. After the fire was extinguished, a female body was found. Dongchang confirmed that it was his wife."

"How to prove it?"

"Someone saw Madam in the ancestral hall with their own eyes. Maybe it was because she had just given birth and was weak, so she couldn't escape."

Yan Mu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, "It's not her."

"master……"

"She's smart, it's not her."

Zhang Yang thought that Yan Mu would go crazy when he heard the news, but at the moment he was very calm, too calm.

At this time, a deputy general ran into the army tent and reported: "Shuai Yan, Bei Jin is calling for battle again."

At this time, it was time to make up his mind, but the generals stopped talking, and all turned to look at Yan Mu.

This battle was fought timidly. To put it bluntly, they only dared to defend and dare not attack. Why, because the emperor was timid to fight, the civil officials in the court still dreamed of peace in the world.

Yan Mu opened his hand, and the grasshopper fell to the ground.

His eyes sharpened, and there was a murderous light in his eyes, "Send the order, the whole army is ready!"

The gray-haired general stared wide-eyed, "Shuai Yan, don't be impulsive..."

"Warrior, behead on the spot!"

The old general pursed his lips and dared not speak any more.

The other generals look at me and I look at you. In fact, these days, everyone is holding back their anger. Since Yan Mu is responsible, they have no scruples.

"I'm not a dog, barking every day."

"Kill his mother!"

"Killing one is a skill, killing two is profitable, killing three, I will smoke from my ancestral grave!"

These days, Bei Jin could tell that Darong didn't dare to fight, and he didn't even dare to shout loudly.They are now trying to destroy their aura, and only wait for them to lose their fighting spirit before attacking Zhenbei Pass in one go.

That's why today's formation is called a battle. In fact, Beijin was not prepared to fight. When they saw that the drums of the Great Rong suddenly rang and the whole army came over, they were stunned and flustered.

Fighting on the battlefield, stepping on corpses, bleeding, and in a blink of an eye there will be mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Zhang Yang tried his best to protect Yan Mu while killing the enemy, but he was beyond his power on the battlefield.He saw Yan Mu as the commander, rushing into the enemy camp first, and then quickly submerged in the shadow of swords and swords.

This battle lasted for three full days, and Beijin suffered heavy casualties. Although the coach was unwilling, he had no choice but to retreat.

Zhang Yang was covered in blood, both his own and others'. At this moment, Bei Jin fled north in a panic. He was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he suddenly thought of Yan Mu and searched around.

"Yan Shuai chased him out alone!" someone shouted.

The sound exploded, and all the soldiers were shocked.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but staggered. After being shocked, he quickly raised his sword and shouted: "Follow me to protect Yan Shuai!"

The lead cloud is thick, and the north wind howls.

At night, it finally snowed.

In the military tent, Zhang Yang carried Yan Mu in with his red eyes, and put it on the sheepskin blanket, and the blood stained the white blanket red.

Zhang Yang looked at Yan Mu, who was covered in blood and passed out, and was filled with grief.

The military doctor was rushing in anxiously by two soldiers, glanced at Yan Mu, and was also shocked, "Quick, take off the commander's armor first, and cut off the clothes."

After three days of beating, the wounds in some places were glued to the clothes, and the blood was torn off when the clothes were taken off.

Even the veteran general who had killed on the battlefield for decades did not dare to look at it at this moment.

After taking off the armor and clothes, he took another look. His whole body was bloody and bloody, with countless stab wounds criss-crossing.

The military doctor didn't know where to start, he was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly stopped the bleeding and sewed up the wound.

At this time, Yan Mu suddenly opened his eyes, but his eyes were slack and unable to focus. He opened and closed his mouth obviously because he was worried.

Zhang Yang rushed over and said, "Master, you rode into the enemy army alone and cut off the head of the opponent's commander. The Beijin army was in a mess, and some died, and some fled. We also captured hundreds of people. Most of them are generals in the army."

This battle was really thrilling and beautiful, and it is bound to severely set back the arrogance of Beijin over the years.

After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he saw Yan Mu's eyes were staring and his lips were trembling.

He suddenly realized, "Master, I will send someone back to Shengjing to investigate. The person who was burned to death must not be Madam, but also Miss. We will definitely find it as soon as possible."

After hearing this, Yan Mu closed his eyes.

The grey-haired old general admired: "In this month, they provoked many times, but we couldn't bear it. Let them think that we were timid, let down our vigilance, and then sent troops suddenly. The commander's trick caught them off guard."

"Yeah, the other party took it lightly, but our whole army was full of anger. This battle was fought happily. Let the people of Darong know that even if the soldiers of Beijin are strong and strong, our Darong will not give in."

"Exactly, but the imperial court..."

"If we win the battle, the emperor will never punish us."

Zhang Yang looked at Yan Mu and sighed slightly.

The trick is a good trick, but his master finally chased him out, as if he had gone crazy and lost his mind.

If the wife is really dead, he dare not think about what crazy things the master will do.

Entering the twelfth lunar month, the sky is getting colder, and the dripping water turns into ice.

The beggar squatted at the door of the Westinghouse, his face hard to hide his sadness.

"I heard that there was a cold epidemic in the area of ​​Zhenbeiguan. Many people died, and the epidemic spread into the barracks. Bei Jin thought it was a good time, and started to move around again. I don't know if Lao Qi can handle it."

Natural disasters plus man-made disasters, no matter how capable people are, they may also fall.

Liu Yunxiang was doing needlework, shaking the shaker beside her from time to time.

The little girl Xingyi was lying in it, she was chubby because of the sufficient milk, and she was spitting bubbles to play at the moment.

Yan Mu said, if it's a girl, it's Yan Xingyi, if it's a son, it's Yan Xingzhi.

Looking at the little girl, Liu Yunxiang couldn't help but think of his son, and hoped that he was safe and sound.

"Aren't you worried about Lao Qi?" the beggar asked.

Liu Yunxiang sighed slightly, "He is a disaster, he cannot die."

(End of this chapter)