Chapter 155 Killing like crazy

Author: Sanchijinshu

Chapter 155 Killing like crazy

Fifty miles outside Zhenbeiguan, Darong and Beijin faced off. This battle had been going on for a month, and it was the time for a stalemate.

In the commander's tent, several generals banged the table, put down their stools, and were discussing how to fight next. But judging from the situation, they would probably quarrel for days and nights.

Yan Mu leaned crookedly on a chair covered with sheepskin, staying far away from those people, perhaps to avoid the spittle. He was playing with a grasshopper in his hand, and his thoughts were already far away.

Zhang Yang came in, paused for a moment, 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, "Is there any news?"

"Our people came back with news that the lady gave birth to a girl..."

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

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

"How is she?"

"lady……"

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

Zhang Yang lowered his head and said sadly: "The madam was burned to death, and the young lady is missing."

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

"There was a flood in an ancestral hall outside the city. When 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. Perhaps she was weak after giving birth and was unable to escape."

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

"master……"

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

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

At this time, a deputy general ran into the military tent and reported: "Commander Yan, Beijin is calling for formation again."

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

This battle was fought timidly. To put it bluntly, we only dared to defend but not attack. Why? Because the emperor was timid and the civil servants in the court still dreamed of peace in the world.

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

His eyes were sharp, with a faint murderous glint in his eyes, "Send the order, the whole army is ready!"

The gray-haired general's eyes widened, "Commander Yan, you must not be impulsive..."

"Those who are timid will be beheaded on the spot!"

The old general pursed his lips and did not dare to speak any more.

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

"I'm not a dog. I bark every day."

"Kill the fuck!"

"Killing one is a sign of skill, killing two is a reward, killing three is a sign of smoke coming from my ancestral grave!"

These days, Beijin finally realized that Da Rong did not dare to fight, and did not even dare to call out the formation loudly. They were destroying their momentum now, and only waited for them to lose their fighting spirit, and then go all out to capture Zhenbeiguan.

That's why today's call was for battle. In fact, Beijin was not prepared for battle. When they saw Da Rong's war drums suddenly beating and the entire army pressing in, they were stunned and in a panic.

Fighting on the battlefield, trampling on corpses, dripping blood, and in a blink of an eye it was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Zhang Yang tried his best to protect Yan Mu while killing the enemy, but he was unable to do anything on the battlefield. He saw Yan Mu, as the commander-in-chief, taking the lead in rushing into the enemy camp, and then quickly being submerged in the light of swords and shadows.

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

Zhang Yang was covered in blood, both his own and that of others. At this time, Beijin fled north in a hurry. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly thought of Yan Mu and hurriedly searched around.

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

The sound exploded, and all the soldiers were shocked.

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

The lead clouds are thick and the north wind is howling.

At night, it finally started to snow.

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

Zhang Yang looked at Yan Mu, who was covered in blood and had passed out, feeling extremely sad.

The military doctor was rushed in anxiously by the two soldiers. He glanced at Yan Mu and was shocked, "Quickly, take off the commander's armor first and cut open his clothes."

After three days of beating, the wounds in some places were stuck to the clothes, and the blood and flesh were pulled out after taking off the clothes.

Even the veteran general who had been killing people on the battlefield for decades did not dare to look at him at this moment.

After taking off his armor and clothes, he took another look and saw that his whole body was covered in blood and flesh, with numerous stab wounds crisscrossing it.

The military doctor didn't know where to start. After a moment of confusion, he quickly stopped the bleeding and sutured the wound.

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

Zhang Yang hurriedly came over and said: "Master, you rode into the enemy's army alone and chopped off the head of the opponent's coach. The Beijin army was in chaos. They died and fled. We also captured hundreds of people.

Most of them are generals in the army."

This battle was truly thrilling and beautiful, and it was bound to severely dampen Beijin's arrogance over the years.

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

He suddenly realized, "Master, I will send people back to Shengjing to investigate. The person who was burned to death is definitely not the madam, but also the young lady. We will definitely find it as soon as possible."

After hearing this, Yan Mu closed his eyes.

The gray-haired old general said with admiration: "This month, they have provoked many times, but we have suppressed them, making them think that we are timid and let down our vigilance, and then suddenly send troops. The coach's plan caught them off guard."

"Yes, the other side took it lightly, but our whole army was holding fire. This battle was fought happily. It also let the people of Da Rong know that even if the troops of Beijin are strong, we Da Rong will not give in."

"Exactly, but the court side..."

"We have won the battle, and the emperor will never punish us."

Zhang Yang looked at Yan Mu and sighed slightly.

The plan was a good one, but when his master chased him out in the end, he seemed to have gone crazy and lost his mind.

If his wife really died, he didn't dare to think of what crazy things his master would do.

Entering the twelfth lunar month, the weather gets even colder, and water drops turn into ice.

The beggar squatted at the door of the west room, with a sad look on his face.

"I heard that there was a cold epidemic in the Zhenbeiguan area, and many people died. The epidemic also spread to the military camp. Beijin thought it was a good time and started to make moves again. I don't know if Lao Qi can survive it."

Natural disasters plus man-made disasters can cause disaster to even the most capable people.

Liu Yunxiang was doing needlework and shaking the cradle beside him from time to time.

The little girl Xingyi was lying inside. She was plump because she had enough milk. She was blowing bubbles and playing with them.

Yan Mu said that if he is a girl, he will be called Yan Xingyi, and if he is a son, he will be called Yan Xingzhi.

Liu Yunxiang looked at the little girl and couldn't help but think of his son, hoping that he would be safe.

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

Liu Yunxiang sighed slightly, "He is such a scourge that he will never die."
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