The cold winter wind finally blew all over the northern land, announcing to everyone that the winter of this year is coming~

Spring goes and winter comes, year after year, I don’t know how many years the battles on the northern border will take to fight.

Maybe it was because of the defeat of Dongting. The colder the weather was, the more powerful the Yan army outside the pass fought, and they were sieging the city almost every day.

Even if they use human lives, they will still eat the Beiliang border.

...

There is no sign of the bleakness or desolation of winter on some unknown grassland, but it is a lively scene.

A long and narrow marching formation crisscrossed with flags, coming from the north and going south. This scene has lasted for many days~

This place is less than two hundred miles away from Shule Mountain.

The main force of the Yan army, who were urgently mobilized, arrived at the front line one after another.

This time, the Yan people learned to be smart and did not hesitate to the scouts' physical strength. They were covered with scouts within a radius of hundreds of miles, and strictly guarded against the crossbowmen who guarded the Liang army.

Up to now, the Liang army can only vaguely guess that the Yan army was mobilizing reinforcements from the rear, and they don’t know anything about the force.

After suffering so much loss, Yan people finally understand the importance of confidentiality~

On a small hill, there was a strong middle-aged man standing with his hands behind his back, wearing black armor and a firm face. On the armor was embroidered with an eight-clawed eagle flying with wings spreading its wings.

The Dayan royal family, the right-wing king Mu Yun Longsheng!

Rows of soldiers lagged behind dozens of steps and spread out, silently.

There are large troops marching on both sides of the hillside. Although they belong to the Yan army, the soldiers on both sides did not know that there were comrades on the opposite side on the road. Only Mu Yunlongsheng, who was condescending, could see the situation on both sides.

On the left are armoured cavalrymen, five cavalry in one row, and they slowly move forward apart from two horses. The formation does not need to be deliberately maintained at all. It is silky and smooth, and the entire army is integrated.

Military flags fluttered in the cold wind. The flags were black as the base, and a silver tiger was embroidered in the middle. Their teeth and claws were constantly fluttering in the wind, lifelike.

The Eight Banners of the Great Yan rank first and are also the only main force of the Eight Banners that has not yet appeared on the battlefield:

Silver tiger flag on black background.

As Mu Yun Canglan's second brother, Mu Yun Longsheng is naturally the best candidate to take charge of this elite team.

In the early years, Mu Yunlongsheng fought too many battles, was tired and exhausted, so although he was the commander of the first army, he was mainly responsible for guarding the grasslands and did not participate in the Liangyan Battle.

A few days ago, he had always believed that the Liangyan battle was a must-win situation, and he certainly did not need to go to the battlefield.

But when the news of his third brother's death was sent back to the grassland, the right-wing king put on armor without hesitation and led the entire army to come in a fierce manner, vowing to take revenge.

However, at this time, Mu Yunlongsheng's attention was not on his personal troops, but kept turning to the other side.

The cavalry here is completely different from the black-bottomed silver tiger flag. The entire army only wore a single piece of clothing and was light and slow.

A strong and expressionless soldier pulled the reins and followed the horse's back and forth, and the whole army was silent.

There were also a large number of horse-drawn carriages and flatbed carts in the riding team. The car was covered with thick cowhide canvas, so it was impossible to see what was being carried on the car.

But judging from the traces left after the ruts were pressed, the things on the carriage must be very heavy.

The cavalry did not even raise the military flag. It was roughly estimated that there were only a team of thousands of people, but it was equipped with thousands of carriages, and the team was dragged by the elders.

Mysterious identity~

"Da da da da~"

A fast horse ran out of the queue and climbed straight to the hillside where Mu Yunlongsheng stopped.

Perhaps he had received orders long ago, and the soldiers guarding the hillside did not stop the mysterious man and allowed him to carry his carry-on scimitar forward.

A middle-aged man came down from the horse, who was about the same age as Mu Yunlong, and he was wearing only a single dress. He didn't know if the winter wind slapped him on his body.

"See the prince!"

The middle-aged man bowed and bowed slightly, and his height was as good as Mu Yunlongsheng.

Mu Yunlongsheng's figure is already quite burly, but at first glance this guy is a circle thicker than Mu Yunlongsheng, and his arms are full of bulging muscles, giving people a rough beauty.

I guess this guy can kill a person with just one punch.

Mu Yunlongsheng was still watching the slowly moving army and whispered:

"Menglitai, we haven't seen each other for several years, right?"

Mu Yunlongsheng seems to be very familiar with this man~

"It's going to take three years."

The strong Menglitai replied calmly: "The prince still looks as energetic as he used to be."

Menglitai did not answer Mu Yunlongsheng's question in a humble tone, but communicated in an almost equal manner.

He is not a royal family, nor does he have a background as a grand family, but he has been with Mu Yun Canglan since he was a teenager.

He followed Mu Yun Canglan to fight south and north, escaping death again and again, pacifying the grassland tribe again and again, and was the person Mu Yun Canglan trusted the most.

In order to protect Mu Yun Canglan, Menglitai left countless knife and arrow wounds on his body.

He has no home, no job, no children, and has been alone all his life. Mu Yun Canglan once said personally that Meng Litai will be buried with royal courtesy in the future.

This name is rare in the current Dayan court, and many people have never even heard of it.

The head coach of the Jinlangwei of Dayan, Menglitai.

It won't take long before this name will resound throughout the Liangyan battlefield.

"Is it the same as back then?"

Mu Yunlongsheng smiled as if he was ridiculed: "No, we are old~

I was so old that I was bullied by a young man who was still stinky and had no dry breasts on his head!”

Who else can this young man with a stinky breast in Mu Yunlongsheng's mouth besides Chen Yue?

Menglitai said silently:

"The Left Wing King has died in battle, so I would like to express my grief.

Soldiers will die on the battlefield when they are killed in battle, and the left-wing king will not be ashamed of death."

“Haha~”

Mu Yunlongsheng smiled sadly: "Do you remember the days when we fought with His Majesty?

It was so satisfying back then, and there was no such thing as looking back now.

If we can fight, we will fight, if we can’t fight, we will run away, if we can’t fight, we will keep our lives behind us.

Look at the present, even if you die, I can make me cry~

Alas~”

Mu Yunlongsheng sighed softly, yes, when he heard the news of his brother's death in battle, the iron-blooded prince cried, and for the first time in his life.

Menglitai remained silent. He hadn't experienced this feeling of losing a relative for many years.

Although his surname is not Mu Yun, in the eyes of Mu Yun Canglan and Mu Yun Longyou, he is no different from his family.

"Okay, let's not talk about this for now."

Mu Yunlongsheng wiped his slightly wet eyes and raised his eyebrows and said:

"I heard that you have been practicing troops in the past few years, how are you practicing?"

Meng Litai smiled slightly, and only two words were spit out of his mouth:

"Enough~"

"That's good~"

Mu Yunlongsheng stretched in the cold wind:
Chapter completed!