Before this, Jun Yu had already learned that there were only one or two main generals of the Northwest Army, and only one or two of them were able to read. Therefore, he did not promote the "Phoenix Army" here, but instead evolved and explained the key parts that were suitable for the northern cavalry formation in a simple and easy-to-understand manner.

When Bai Ruhui led the Phoenix Army into the city, Jun Yu was training the newly recruited 5,000 peasant militiamen on the school ground. The main generals who led the troops were Liu Zhiyuan, deputy general of Xining Prefecture, and Zhou Yida, who came to report on his work in Yushu Town.

Jun Yu immediately summoned generals of all sizes to discuss and assigned their respective defensive exercise tasks, because, according to information from all parties, every winter is the time for the Red Jin tribe to invade and plunder, and this winter is the time for the two sides to compete thoroughly.

When the imperial court received these two great victories, it immediately allocated a large amount of military pay, all of which were paid by Jun Yu personally, and he would personally pay the money and provide the deceased, or add armor, war horses, sharp blades, and the morale of the northwest was greatly shocked and his military appearance was completely renewed.

On the fifth day of the winter moon, heavy snow was flying, and the weather was cold. A group of defenders of "Bullfrozen" were attacked by a group of cavalry of the Chijin tribe. For two days, more than 9,000 defenders of Bullfrozen were killed and injured. At midnight, the defenders of Golmud arrived to reinforce. The cavalry of the Chijin tribe retreated without fighting and went straight to Yanshiping to join the 50,000 troops and headed straight to Panlong Mountain. On the 15th day of the winter moon, the entire army camped in the valley in the south of the mountain. As long as they crossed the empty "Yushu Town" not far ahead, they could go straight to Xining Prefecture.

Zhenmuthel has been reconnaissance for months and has clearly found that the newly arrived Northwest Army commander turned out to be his old enemy "Fei Shuai Fengcheng". These days, "Fei Shuai Fengcheng" is convening a large-scale training for the Northwest Army in Xining Prefecture.

Zhen Muthildo fought with "Fengcheng Feishuai" and knew it was amazing. If Jun Yu was asked to train these original mobs, the consequences would be unimaginable. Therefore, he had already made detailed arrangements and prepared to concentrate superior forces to capture Yushu Town, go straight to Xining Prefecture, and take down his confidant "Fengcheng Feishuai" in one fell swoop.

Panlong Mountain is staggered in the east and west, forming the momentum of Yijiao, and cooperating with each other. Below the valley is an frozen river.

At midnight on the fifteenth day of the winter moon, a group of people quietly climbed the mountain on the hillside behind the Red Jin army. Through the mountain, the Red Jin army was not alert at all.

When the first morning light of dawn came, 20,000 cavalry were dressed in full dress and looked down at the sleeping Red Jin camp in the valley.

Panlong Mountain is covered with snow, and the winter sun rises on the east horizon, illuminating the sleeping Panlong Mountain Valley. The cavalry of the Chijin tribe came out of the camp and saw the Northwest Army cavalry lined up on the hillside, and couldn't help but exclaim. Thousands of armored war horses led the cavalry to rush down from the high ground. The cavalry of the Chijin tribe cried and cried, either under the sword, trampled on each other, or fell into the river that broke the ice, with countless casualties.

Zhenmuthil led more than 10,000 troops to the river. When they barely rushed to the entrance of the valley, they found that not far ahead, another army had already arranged an array, with iron horses, golden swords and halberds, and the leader was a smiling boy.

The boy sat upright on the horse's back, graceful and clear voice. He looked at the blood-stained Zhenmuthel in the mouth of the valley with an old acquaintance: "Old friend, it's been a long time since I've been there."

Marutil spitted out a mouthful of blood, raised his sword and slashed at a soldier on the left, shouted loudly, and rushed to the path on the left. The valley entrance immediately fell into chaos. Marutil was riding a famous sweat-blooded BMW that traveled thousands of miles a day. With Sun Jia's long sword, Marutil was not a mediocre hand. Sun Jia couldn't stop it. A small group of people immediately rushed out of the siege and ran away.

Zhenmuthel only arranged an army of 50,000 in Panlong Mountain, and tens of thousands of cavalry from the tribal alliance were heading south along the Tanggula Mountain. Once he gathered his troops, he would make a comeback after resting.

Jun Yu immediately ordered to chase Zhenmuthel with all his might.

The horses that Zhenmuthir and the dozens of cavalrymen were all very rare Dayuan, and they were running away at the moment with a speed as fast as a whirlwind.

Everyone chased after several miles, and suddenly saw a black air as black as a bank appeared in the sky, which quickly occupied half of the sky. In an instant, the sky was dim and the sun and the moon were gone.

Liu Zhiyuan hurriedly said, "The sandstorm is coming, retreat quickly."

Although Jun Yu saw such a sandstorm for the first time, he knew its power and immediately ordered everyone to retreat. When the sandstorm retreated, there were no signs of Zhenmuth and others under the snow.

In the battle of Panlong Mountain, all the 50,000 troops led by Zhenmuthel himself were annihilated except Zhenmuthel himself and dozens of cavalry guards. At this moment, the city of Xining was decorated with lights and brightly celebrated.

Although the victory was great, Jun Yu was not as happy as the soldiers. She was vacant in Xining Prefecture and stationed troops in Yushu Town to confuse Zhenmuthel, and then she won a great victory in one fell swoop. However, at a great opportunity, it was really a pity that Zhenmuthel escaped due to a sandstorm. She knew that Zhenmuthel had a strong appeal in the grassland tribe, and some of his old subordinates, centipede insects, died without being stiff. After resting, they were afraid that they would make a comeback and start a war.

The next day, Jun Yugang arranged the distribution of the garrisons of each town, but suddenly reported that an envoy came.

Jun Yu invited him in, but he was a ritual officer sent by the neighboring ministers of the Western Regions. The ritual officer went to Xining Prefecture first, but he immediately rushed to Yushu Town without seeing the commander. It turned out that the ritual officer was here to invite the Northwest traitor to visit the "Roy Change Festival" to be held at the end of the month.

Every time the "Brobe Change Festival", the resident ministers would lead officials of all sizes to personally congratulate "Bokedo" and invite many people to watch the ceremony. Due to the transfer of the former, the new resident ministers would take this opportunity to establish good relations with all parties, but it was still very surprising to send people to the neighboring "Yushu Town" to invite the commander of the Northwest Army.

"Brobe Change Festival" is a major festival in the Holy Palace. After changing clothes, it is the "Bokedo" retreat for a month every year. No one is seen here and no official documents are processed.

Jun Yu knew that the people from "Qianjimen" went to investigate the "Love Poems" and had been vaguely worried about Takusang's situation, so he immediately agreed.

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Takusan reached out the window. After a long time, the light of dawn became stronger and stronger, and he could see the palm lines clearly. He knew that his day's life was about to begin.

From the age when he had just learned to drive away the crows, he began his life year after year, day after day. He sat cross-legged in the glimmer of dawn, concentrating on studying the scriptures. If he looked around, his master would sternly correct it. He used a bamboo-skinned pen to learn to write on the painted blackboard with tung oil, and then write it.

Although he is a "Bokedo", he cannot wrinkle his robes, eat, eat, and walk without tilting his head, and sleep with only bent his legs and curled up on a mat a meter square...

Slowly, he gradually forgot how envious he was in his childhood that the little monks who were outside the closure played stones, played shuttlecocks, and played chess together.

Slowly, he gradually became as calm as water, his energy was as vast as the sea, and his brows would not be slightly frowning even when the sky collapsed and the earth broke.

However, for the first time in his life, he accidentally broke this balance. When it started, his heart was no longer as calm as water, and his soul sometimes trembled.

He locked himself in the retreat room again and again, meditating on the Buddha's face, but what appeared before him was the graceful boy smiling under the yellow tree and playing the flute under the moon. Then, the graceful boy turned into the seriously injured figure wearing a moon-white shirt in the secret room of the "Cold Garden" - but the figure of the moon-white shirt dared not make people think about it carefully. Every time the middle of the imagination, it would be blurred and dissipated, like a dream that would wake up at dawn, coming and going suddenly, and it could not be separated.

His desk was empty, and he had no paper and pen for a long time. Since two pages of paper were accidentally picked up by the shady monk, he never wrote again.

At the beginning of the year, the Iron Rod Precepts Monk and the "Qianjimen" masters were patrolling the streets and alleys outside the Holy Palace all day long. The folk pastorals, singing halls and restaurants were almost overturned, and no suspicious woman could be found. After half a year of hard work, I was already unable to bear it. Finally, I came to the conclusion and reported to the court: the current "Bokedo" loves poetry and scribbling at will.

However, he understood that it was a long way to see the handsome young man in this life.

He stood quietly by the window. The palm lines under dawn were completely clear, and the dew was cold, and the palms were as cold as the soul.

"Mimize Wade Qingjianse (Great Compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva)." The thick chest sound of the monk on duty resounded throughout the palace with three high-fives. All the monks got up in the shouting and rushed into the sutra hall from all the monks' houses to pray for morning prayers.

"Bokedo, the new winter clothes are ready, please change them." The personal monks will respectfully present the winter clothes for the "Roir Change Festival".
Chapter completed!