Yang Biao sat in the tent with his head lowered, looking at the documents on the case in trance.
Yang Xiu sat aside, peeking at the tent where the emperor lived from the corner of his eye from time to time.
Jia Xu never came out, but he was given wine and food twice. It seemed that the emperor had a very good conversation with him, and might even have to talk all night long.
What on earth are they talking about, so speculative?
Yang Xiu felt a little sour in his heart.
"Dudu." Yang Biao tapped the table with his finger.
Yang Xiu came to his senses and asked, "What does father want?"
Yang Biao smiled bitterly. "Although the emperor is young, he still has a strategy in mind. This is to make me retreat in the face of difficulties. Dezu, what do you think?"
Yang Xiu thought for a while and said cautiously: "Father, when it comes to politics and the people, Confucianism is unrivaled in the benevolence and benevolence of Confucianism. Confucianism does have some shortcomings in managing chaos and military affairs. Perhaps we should follow Shusun Tong's story and hold off for the time being.
For a while?”
Yang Biao glared at Yang Xiu and scolded sternly: "It's full of nonsense. Are you comparing my great Han Dynasty to the violent Qin Dynasty that died in the second generation?"
Yang Xiu was slightly startled, as if waking up from a dream, his face turned pale.
It is a grave sin to use inappropriate metaphors.
Fortunately, he was facing his father, not the emperor.
He immediately realized that the reason why he quoted the metaphor inappropriately was due to the influence of the emperor.
The emperor was much more impudent than him just now.
Yang Xiu was speechless and felt that he had been led astray by the emperor.
"Speak!" Yang Biao urged, his voice stern.
"Uh..." Yang Xiu subconsciously shrank his neck. "Father, do you think that without His Majesty in charge, the guards can command the generals and repel Li Jue and Guo Si?"
Yang Biao was a little anxious, his eyes widened, and his palms were eager to try.
If Shi Sunrui could handle it, why would he bother with it?
Shisun Rui could handle the Northern and Southern armies, but he could not handle Yang Feng and others. These Xiliang soldiers and generals who were born in Baibo bandits would not take Shisun Rui seriously.
Even Dong Cheng may not be able to like the sergeant Sun Rui.
Trying to repel Li Jue and Guo Si with only the Northern and Southern armies is nothing more than a dream.
However, this is indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
If you miss this opportunity, how can you ask the emperor for military power in the future?
Yang Biao thought for a long time and finally decided to write a letter to Shisun Rui to explain the current situation and ask Shisun Rui for his opinion.
One night is enough for messengers to communicate.
If it doesn't work, just wait for another half day.
Yang Biao did what he said, picked up his pen and studied ink, wrote an urgent letter to Shi Sunrui, and sent someone to the imperial camp immediately.
Yang Xiu watched from the side, peeking at the emperor's tent from time to time, feeling very confused.
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In the night, several fast horses galloped over, and the sound of hoofbeats was special, which was particularly clear in the night.
Xu Huang galloped while riding the horse, while watching the surroundings vigilantly, holding the shield in his left hand, and raising and lowering the whip in his right hand, urging the horse to move quickly.
"Gongming, don't be so hasty." A knight chased after him. "The general's camp is nearby, and the Xiliang people are not so brave."
"Don't be careless." Xu Huang whispered: "The general once served under Li Jue. Li Jue knows his strength and the limited number of cavalry. He will definitely send rangers to go deep and spy on the military situation."
He swallowed and said: "Li Jue is arrogant and hates traitors the most. The general and Song Guo are planning to assassinate him. He holds a grudge and will definitely go all out. Didn't you see Li Shi's battle flag? That's
The most elite flying bear army under Li Jue."
The knight also became uneasy, raised his arms, and prepared to whip his whip faster.
"Whoosh!" The sound of breaking wind sounded, and a feather arrow flew towards the knight's chest.
The knight exclaimed and fell off his horse.
Xu Huang instinctively raised the shield in his hand, and at the same time drew out the long knife from his waist and slashed into the air on the right.
"Duk duk!" Two feather arrows hit Xu Huang's shield, but the force did not weaken. Xu Huang's body shook slightly and he almost fell off his horse.
Xu Huang shouted: "Be careful of stumbling on the horse rope!"
Before he finished speaking, there was a "buzzing" sound on the ground a few feet in front of the horse, and two leather ropes suddenly appeared. A war horse was unable to react in time and was tripped to the ground. The knight on the horse was suppressed by the war horse and screamed.
, fell to the ground.
Xu Huang's horse was also tripped, but Xu Huang got off the horse in time to avoid being pinned down by the horse. He rolled on the spot and slashed at the tripping rope in front of him with his knife.
"Whoa!" The rope was cut, and there was a commotion in the grass nearby. The person who pulled the rope should have fallen to the ground.
A war horse passed by Xu Huang. The knight on the horse leaned over and stretched out his hand to pull Xu Huang onto the horse's back.
Before Xu Huang could sit firmly, several feather arrows came through the wind and hit the knight's chest. The knight grunted and shook his body twice. Xu Huang grabbed him and used the shield in his left hand to protect his vitals, and the sword in his right hand.
Slash the horse's butt.
The war horse neighed sadly and sprang forward, narrowly avoiding a few feather arrows.
The few knights behind were either tripped by the stumbling ropes or shot down by arrows. None of them survived and fell to the ground writhing and wailing.
Several figures rushed out from the grass, attacking from both sides, and rushed towards Xu Huang and his horse.
Seeing that the situation was critical, Xu Huang shouted "Return to camp to report the news", jumped off the horse, and slashed the horse's buttocks with a knife.
The war horse neighed and galloped with all its strength, rushing out before the figures on both sides arrived. Just as those figures hesitated, Xu Huang rushed over. Seeing this, the man subconsciously slashed with a knife. Xu Huang knelt on his knees, his body
He leaned back and slid forward more than a foot. The long knife in his right hand quietly passed over the opponent's inner thigh.
The man's legs weakened and he fell to the ground, blood flowing from between his thighs.
Xu Huang stood up, swung his long knife in a circle, and struck another black figure who was coming over.
The man raised his shield to resist, and with a "bang" sound, the shield split into two halves, and the shield's face was also split open, dripping with blood.
"Gongming, save me!" someone shouted urgently.
"Lie on the ground and don't move!" Xu Huang shouted sternly, wielding his sword and shield and rushed over. As long as he encountered a standing person, he would cut him with his sword regardless of whether he was standing. Although the opponent tried his best to resist, Xu Huang's footwork was erratic, and the sword
The law was fierce and they were chopped down to the ground one after another.
In the blink of an eye, the battle was over.
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Liu Xie and Jia Xu chatted for most of the night. When they woke up the next day, it was already broad daylight.
He didn't get up to practice martial arts. He lay on the bed, thinking about the chat with Jia Xu yesterday. He thought about it over and over again and felt that he didn't have any obvious flaws, so he got up and washed up.
Yang Xiu entered the tent to wait, his face a little haggard and his eyes evasive.
Liu Xie didn't rush him either.
In political struggles, sometimes it’s all about patience, and whoever loses his composure first loses.
While having breakfast, Xu Huang came back.
He was covered in blood and his left arm was injured and was wrapped in cloth.
"What's going on?" Liu Xie was shocked.
"It's just a flesh wound, nothing serious." Xu Huang said calmly: "I was ordered to go to the imperial camp to inquire. On the way back, I encountered the Xiliang Army's cavalry. We suffered losses from each other, but the horses were all dead. I left.
It was too late to come back."
Yang Xiu was surprised. "The Xiliang Army's rangers are nearby?"
Xu Huang nodded. "We met a team of about eight or nine people."
"About when?"
Xu Huang thought for a while. "About the first moment of childhood."