"I will be at the camp north of Huangcheng. If you are interested, come and find me." Xu Mu stood up and saluted Yan Yong with a flat hand.
Yanyong remained silent, and finally responded with a fist-cup from a Central Plains man.
"Si Hu, stop fucking eating and come here to carry the wine!"
Yan Yong raised his head, looked at the people leaving on the street, and for a moment, he clenched his lowered fist.
Bang.
He closed the shop door, walked into the house, opened the sheepskin rug, and walked down the stairs through a small cellar-like door.
The cellar was filled with the light of candles. Countless tablets glowed faintly in the light of candles.
In the corner, there is still an empty armor. The empty armor is already a bit old, but judging from the standard, it is clearly the armor-making craftsmanship of the Central Plains. There are wolf heads embedded in the shoulders. Next to the empty armor, there is a
The same old horse war crescent halberd, including the shaft, is made of pure iron.
Yanyong knelt down and picked up an old book in front of him, his eyes suddenly turned red.
It is not that his ancestors had never returned to the Central Plains. But when they first entered the country, their identities were found out, and the army was quickly dispatched to kill them.
Until his grandfather finally became completely disappointed and began to intermarry with the barbarians.
By his generation, his facial appearance was no different from that of a barbarian. He gradually gave up his dream of returning to the Central Plains.
But now, the King of Western Shu found out his identity and gave him hope again.
No matter how the tiger changes, he will never give birth to a sick dog.
Yan Yong's face darkened, he stood up, put on his wolf head armor, grabbed the horse and crescent halberd in the corner, and waved it into the wind in the small cellar.
…
"Lord, will the descendants of the Yan family come?" Zhao Dun came over anxiously after finishing his work.
Xu Mu shook his head, "I don't know either. If he doesn't want to be born, he will most likely move to other places in the Western Region to avoid being disturbed again."
"If not, tie him up first?"
"Inappropriate. To conquer the general, return to your heart is the most important thing."
It is true that both Chao Yi and Lu Xiu voluntarily returned to the Western Shu sect.
"Zhao Dun, I plan to leave tomorrow and go back to Zhenlan City to discuss some things with Yin Hu. In Huangcheng, you can arrange the camp with Wei Feng for the time being."
"Lord, don't worry... Then Yan Yong——"
Xu Mu sighed, "Do your best and obey fate. If he had a temperament that sought wealth and honor, and had really learned the true family tradition, he would have become a general in Dawan Kingdom long ago."
"That's true." Zhao Dun also nodded regretfully.
…
The next morning.
Knowing that Xu Mu was going back to Zhenlan City first, Lou Zhu hurried over. Many countries in the west also sent envoys to see him off.
Xu Mu was a little speechless. It's not like he won't come back. It's not too far to come and go to this place in the Western Regions.
"Zhao Dun, remember my words, if there is really a big army surprise attack, you will retreat to Dawan City first. The current building is considered to be from Xishu."
"My lord, please rest assured."
Xu Mu nodded and got on his horse. For some reason, his eyes were a little reluctant and he looked towards the settlement in the south. Unfortunately, Yan Yong still did not appear.
Presumably, he has no intention of joining Xishu.
"Si Hu, let people march."
He only brought more than 7,000 troops with him, and he was ready to rush back to Zhenlan City. This time when he went back, he wanted to discuss the deployment of troops with Yin Hu.
"Old Wei, when we entered Dawan City two days ago, you peeked at those dancing Orchids. I will tell your wife when I go back." Si Hu laughed loudly while riding on the horse.
"Brother Tiger, come down if you dare!"
"I laid an egg. Hey, I rode away. I'll go back and tell your wife."
"You stupid piling tiger!"
"Sue your wife!"
"Shut up." Xu Mu rubbed his forehead and began to pull up the reins. Amid the scoldings of Wei Feng and Si Hu, he began to drive on the road somewhat dullly.
"Hey, Brother Mu? Someone is blocking the way!"
Xu Mu was overjoyed. He looked up and saw a figure on horseback, wearing armor, coming in a roundabout way.
"It must be a thief blocking the road!" Si Hu dragged his giant ax and jumped out on horseback, cursing.
“Si Hu, you fucking wait a minute—”
Xu Mu exclaimed, he recognized that the person coming around was none other than Yan Yong. At this time, he was wearing a wolf's head armor, and there was no belt on the horse's belly, so he could only hold a weapon in his hand.
"Si Hu, stop!"
"Whoa whoa whoa!"
Si Hu, who rushed out, had already picked up the giant axe, and when he missed his body, he struck hard at Yan Yong.
Xu Mu turned around in shock and couldn't bear to look any further.
Between heaven and earth, there was a huge collision sound, and it was accompanied by wind and sand, but for a long time, no screams were heard.
Xu Mu turned his head, and when he saw it again, he became extremely ecstatic.
Si Hu's angrily slashing ax was blocked in mid-air by Yan Yong's halberd. Unfortunately, the skinny horse under his crotch could not bear the force of Si Hu's slashing axe, and fell to the ground.
The armored Yanyong had an extremely calm expression and kicked out a splash of yellow sand. When Sihu returned his hand and rubbed his eyes blankly, Yanyong roared and overturned Sihu's men and horses to the ground.
"Oh my God, what did I see? General Tiger is defeated..." Beside Xu Mu, an old assistant general spoke in a trembling voice.
Xu Mu was even more excited.
I heard that the founding tiger general Yanzhang’s family-inherited halberd technique could lift mountains and cut off rivers. Although it was a bit exaggerated, it seems clear now that he was really capable.
Si Hu's face turned red with anger. Ever since he debuted on Po'er Street, he had never experienced such shame.
"Si Hu, stop it!" Xu Mu was in shock. If it had been someone else, he would have been killed by the sky.
"What's the matter? Brother Mu, why don't you fight?"
"It's from my family."
Xu Mu jumped off his horse, walked to Yan Yong, and helped him up. Only then did he realize that Yan Yong had almost exhausted all his strength in order to overturn Si Hu.
"Brother Yan, is there something wrong? My silly brother has a bit of a reckless temper. I, Xu Mu, will admit my mistake on my behalf."
Yan Yong took a breath and knelt in front of Xu Mu without any pretense.
"As my lord said at the beginning, I, Yan Yong, am willing to surrender to Western Shu and follow my lord to bring justice to the troubled times!" Yan Yong bowed his hands and knelt his head on the sand.
"Okay, okay!" Xu Mu was overjoyed. He stretched out his hand and helped Yanyong up again.
"If I, Xu Mu, gain the most from this trip to the Western Region, it is that I have the help of Brother Yan! What a great blessing!"
"Si Hu, come here."
Si Hu bulged his eyes and kept chattering, "If I didn't rub my eyes before, you couldn't beat me."
"I have long heard that there is a tiger general in Western Shu. His strength is unparalleled in the world. He is worshiped at a banquet."
"Si Hu, look at me." Xu Mu cursed.
Si Hu was startled for a moment and then started to smile naively, "You are more interesting than Lao Wei. When I get back to Zhenlan City, I will treat you to mutton soup."
"That's right."
Xu Mu raised his head, held Yan Yong's hand, and exhaled comfortably.
"Come here, pick the best of the blood-stained horses presented by Lou Zhu and give it to Brother Yan!"