In the early morning of the next day, the Liangzhou army broke out of camp and continued to march south. Along with the army was a large amount of military rations supplied by Qingyang and Yangzhou, which was enough for 80,000 Liangzhou soldiers for two months.

On top of Qingzhou City, Xue Shen looked deeply at the rolling iron stream going away and sighed.

"Grandpa?" Xue Leihan on the side called softly.

"Leihan, your father has been upright for half of his life, and there is no sand in his eyes. He is a qualified minister, but not a qualified head of the family." The old man's vicissitudes of life showed a trace of emotion on his face.

I don’t know why, but the old man suddenly got up and went to Xue Chengyi, who was far away in the court.

"What father did is right. Today's court is too short of people like my father. Everyone is like a fly and a dog. Otherwise, the great Zhou court would not have fallen to this point." Xue Leihan responded softly.

In fact, the Xue family has been over the years because Xue Leihan's father is too upright and has never opened the back door even to allies. Many families that were originally attached to the Xue family have defected to the Zhao family or other factions, causing the Xue family to be vaguely weak.

It's not that the Xue family is deeply rooted in Qingzhou and there are still many old friends, I'm afraid it would be difficult to move forward in the court.

The old man knew this very well, but he was extremely conflicted in his heart. On the one hand, he did not want his son to lose his innocent heart and join in the same deeds as others. But on the other hand, he watched helplessly as the family began to decline. This century-old foundation was in deep decline.

I can't bear it.

Xue Leihan naturally knew what grandpa was thinking, so it was hard for her to say anything.

"Haha, it doesn't matter, I have you in my Xue family." The old man laughed and patted Xue Leihan on the shoulder.

Xue Leihan was stunned.

The old man smiled and pointed at the army and said, "It is a great honor for my Xue family that you can be friends with this person!"

After saying this, the old man walked down the tower at a fast pace, not showing any sign of aging, leaving Xue Leihan with a proud look on his face.

The army moved all the way south and finally arrived at the front line in early autumn and set up camp forty miles away from Lingzhou City.

Also arriving with the army were military reports from Yuwen Chenghua and Wu King Zhou Jiaqing:

The battle in the middle route was specifically planned by Annan General Chen Yue. He did not need to report everything and could make his own decisions. He must defeat the rebels as soon as possible and conquer Lingzhou.

Outside Wuzhou City, King Zhou Tongfu personally led the troops. The weather has turned cold recently. The rebels have arrived in large quantities and are ready to attack. It is expected that they will attack the city soon. I hope that General Annan will pacify Nangong early and march westward to aid Wuzhou.

It seemed that the situation was urgent. The army led by Yuwen Chenghua on the east road lingered outside Donghai City for a long time, and attacked the city several times without success. Wuzhou on the west road did not have many troops, and most of them were stationed troops in the south of the Yangtze River.

He was not strong enough and was no match for King Fu, so he could only hold on to the city.

Looking at it this way, the way for both sides to break the deadlock lies in the middle of Chenyue. Which of the Nangong family's troops is better, or the Liangzhou cavalry can take the lead in defeating the enemy.

Chenyue looked at the map hanging in the tent, thought for a moment and said, "Nangong Yu, I don't know if he has made any progress after all this time."

Chu Yucheng stood aside wearing white armor. I don’t know why, but since he wore more white clothes, Chu Yucheng was no longer used to clothes of other colors. Before going on the expedition, he had someone make a set of silver-white armor, with a white one hanging on the outside.

The cloak is particularly eye-catching among the army.

"He is just a traitor. Nangong Yu is probably more timid than during the Tianlang War." Chu Yucheng said nonchalantly: "But the foundation of Nangong's pro-army is still good. We need to pay attention to this."

Chen Yue nodded and waved his hand: "First send out the scouts and find out the terrain outside Lingzhou City before making a decision. In addition, we urge the rear to speed up the transportation of siege vehicles. I guess a siege battle will be inevitable."

Everyone nodded and prepared to go. Waves of scouts rushed out of the camp and dispersed.

In the autumn of the first year of Jingtai, war broke out again in the southern border.

Outside Lingzhou City, on a hillside, a team of 50 Liangzhou scouts approached seven or eight miles away from the city wall to investigate the specific enemy situation.

"Boss, how do you think the combat power of the Nangong pro-army compares to our Liangzhou cavalry? I heard that it was created by Zhen Guo Gong himself. I'm afraid there are a few brushes." A dark-faced young man was looking at Lingzhou.

City wall, he kept mumbling.

"Heizi, you are the only one who talks a lot!" Gao Jin, the leader of the scouts on the side, laughed and scolded: "If you go to the city alone and scold Nangong Yu, I believe they will soon let you know who is strong and who is weak."

"Hahaha." Dozens of cavalrymen around burst into laughter, and a young man named Heizi scratched his head in embarrassment.

Just as they were about to speak, the sound of horse hoofbeats came from the side. Everyone looked around and saw a group of 100 cavalrymen wearing Nangong military uniforms running straight towards them. It seemed that everyone was getting too close without knowing it.

was discovered.

The centurion leading the Nangong cavalry had a sinister smile on his face and muttered: "This Liangzhou army really doesn't know how to die. Such a small number of people dare to get close to the city wall. Isn't this a military merit given to me, haha!"

The Nangong pro-army have always set their sights on the highest level. After all, the troops stationed in the capital were the most powerful in and outside the capital. In their eyes, the Liangzhou army was the same and vulnerable.

"Let's go!" Gao Jin spat out one word indifferently, with no expression on his face, turned his horse around, and fifty riders followed closely.

Nangong Qinjun did not hesitate to attack, kept accelerating, and instantly closed the distance.

"Whoosh whoosh!" A wave of arrows fell into the crowd. In an instant, more than ten people fell off their horses and died. Liangzhou scouts all bent their bows and arrows, looking back with mocking eyes.

Centurion Nangong was instantly furious and rushed forward with a roar.

After another two bursts of arrow rain, the 50-horse Liangzhou scouts suddenly made a small arc to the right and turned to face the Nangong soldiers.

Several waves of arrows slowed down the forward speed of the Nangong soldiers, but the Liangzhou scouts' guns were well preserved and they suddenly accelerated. Fifty people drew their swords at the same time without any verbal communication, and the cooperation was extremely tacit.

"kill!"

A roar came from the lips of the Liangzhou scouts. The enemy was outnumbered but showed no fear. The centurion of the Nangong pro-army trembled in his heart. Two groups of horses collided. There were no spears in the battle. They all fought with short knives and fought at close range.

, the knife will see blood.

The autumn wind rustled, and the battle between Chen Yue and Nangong Yu officially began with the battle of a hundred or ten scouts.

A moment later, Heizi was covered in blood. He knelt on the ground and silently placed the corpse of the leading scout Gao Jin on the back of the horse. On the battlefield, more than a hundred corpses were lying in random directions. Only the Liangzhou scout was left with his whole body.

The nine injured people were still standing, silently carrying their fallen comrades onto their horses.

The nine-man team slowly returned to the camp, each holding several Liangzhou war horses in their hands, with a trace of sadness on their faces, and on the backs of the horses were their deceased comrades.

"Tou, I'll take you home." Heizi muttered silently.

The son of Liangzhou may die in battle outside his hometown, but he will never become a ghost in a foreign land.
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