Le Zhengming was born in a family of military generals. Generations of his ancestors had spilled their blood on the frontiers and were loyal to the Wei State. The sun and the moon can teach him a lesson.

When he was young, his grandfather, father, uncles, and uncles were all defeated in a battle. The reason was not a failure of command, but that the surrounding friendly forces deliberately ignored their calls for help.

They led more than 100,000 men and horses to fight fiercely on the prairie with hundreds of thousands of alien coalition troops. In the end, no one was left alive, and their bodies were chopped into piles of minced meat and fed to the wolves outside the pass.

When the news of the defeat came back to Wei, the monarch at that time pretended to shed a few tears and gave some pieces of brocade. The betrayal of the Lezheng family by the reinforcements was over. They died like dirt on the ground.

Apart from letting others step in, it has no value at all.

If it weren't for the fact that none of the generals who succeeded him were able to fight, and the foreign armies were approaching year after year, and gradually penetrated deep into the hinterland of the Central Plains, the jealous Wei royal family would never have re-activated Le Zhengming.

He grew up in this kind of persecuted and marginalized environment. He could not be said to be loyal to the Wei State, but he had to be loyal to this land.

His desire to protect this world seemed to have been there since he was born.

Therefore, when the Jie tribe's army came in force, he was actually determined to die. The only thing that could make him worry about him was probably the cunning curly fox. He felt pity that the other party was still young, so he was far away

Send people away.

He wanted Little Curly Hair to live a good life with what he had.

However, the outcome of this battle was completely beyond Le Zhengming's expectation. First, he survived; second, most of his soldiers also survived; and then, they also achieved a great victory, defeating eight

The Wanjie people were killed until no one was left alive.

But he didn't know where Curly Curly would dismount. If they met the Jie Clan's 100,000-strong army on the way...

Thinking of this, Le Zhengming's heart burned like a cannon.

He took a quick inventory of the battlefield, then raised his sword and shouted: "Soldiers, follow me to outflank Guancheng!"

Everyone was already red-eyed from the hearty battle just now. It was when the momentum was at its highest, so they all roared in response: "Surround Guancheng and kill all the Jie people! Kill, kill, kill!"

The words "kill" three times in a row made everyone's eyes red. They tightened their reins and quickly marched towards Guancheng under the leadership of various lieutenants.

Le Zhengming ran at the front, his handsome face covered with a layer of frost, and his eyes were constantly flashing with emotions such as anxiety, regret, frustration, fear, etc.

If he had known that this battle could be won, he would never have let Little Curly Leave. If Little Curly met a Jie tribesman on the way and something unexpected happened, what should he do?

A bloody picture unfolded in Le Zhengming's mind, making his eyes red and his heart bursting. He kept clamping the horse's belly, urging the horse to run faster, faster...

The next moment, he opened his eyes wide and froze on the spot.

I saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy standing by the mountain road ahead. He was dressed like a commoner in ordinary linen clothes. His long hair with slightly curly hair was draped casually behind his back, blown by the wind.

Scattered around, the long and narrow eyes were as bright as the cold stars in the sky, and the corners of the bright red mouth had a pleasant arc.

Looking at it this way, he doesn't look like an ordinary person at all, but more like a spirit in the mountains.

Facing the attack of tens of thousands of troops, he did not avoid it at all, and even waved his hand in a good mood.

Seeing this familiar face, Le Zhengming almost shed tears.

That was Curly Hair, the one who made him feel heartbroken and worried!

Le Zhengming rushed over faster and faster, ran forward and stretched out his arms. He easily picked up the young man on his horse and continued to rush forward with him.

The soldiers who followed were all stunned, but they had no time to ask about the young man's identity or the general's unusual behavior.

"You didn't leave?" Le Zhengming asked in the swift wind.

"I said, I will be wherever you are." Zhuang Li sat sideways in his lover's arms, gently opened his collar with his slender fingertips, revealing half of his shoulders with dots of red plums printed on them, half smiling but not smiling.

He asked: "We are already like this, do you want to default on your debt?"

Le Zhengming's eyes were immediately attracted by the creamy snow-like skin and the colorful marks. He quickly pulled down Curly's hand and gently covered the marks that made his head feel dizzy, his body heated, and his voice...

He said hoarsely: "I will naturally take on the responsibility of taking care of you."

"Then you must promise me that no matter what the reason is in the future, you will never leave me alone." Zhuang Li poked his lover's hard chest, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised showed the pleasure of having everything under control.

He knew that this person could never do anything to him.

"Okay, I promise you, I will never let you leave me even half a step in the future." As expected, Le Zhengming was led by the little curly hair. Although they had just met each other not long ago, he seemed to be eaten to death by the other party.

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However, this oath did not come from persecution, but a promise from the heart. He is here, and Little Curly is here, and they will never be separated in the future.

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Not long after the Ninth Prince and others left, the Jie Clan army launched a sneak attack on Guancheng.

General Xu, who was temporarily transferred to manage the city, was originally very happy, thinking that he could finally replace Le Zhengming's position, but unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, he fell into the same situation as Le Zhengming.

His own troops were still stationed in Qiuzhuang and had not had time to mobilize. Most of the troops in charge of the city did not obey his command. As soon as the enemy troops came, the entire military camp was in chaos, and there was no way to launch an effective counterattack in the first place.

He sent out beacon smoke and flying pigeons to ask for help from the Ninth Prince who was still halfway there, but there was no movement there.

Thinking about it, the Ninth Prince is the favorite son of the new emperor. He is very likely to aspire to the supreme throne in the future, so how can he let himself stand under a dangerous wall?

After an hour of hard fighting and no reinforcements arriving to take control of the city, General Xu was desperate. He could not imagine what kind of disaster would happen if the enemy's horse hooves broke through the city gate.

These Jie people are all beasts. They slaughter Han people as if they were cattle and sheep. They also pile Han people's corpses into high towers and place them on the grasslands outside the pass, just to attract wolves to bite and vultures to peck at them.

For their enjoyment.

They regarded the Central Plains as a hunting ground, and the Han people could only run wildly under their horses' hooves, with no way to live or die.

Seeing the red army gathered under the city wall and the precarious city gate, General Xu actually shed tears of regret on the spot.

If General Lezheng was still there, the frontier would never have been trampled to this point by the enemy. General Lezheng was the pinnacle of the Wei Kingdom. Who was Zhuang Ran, the Duke of Zhen Guo? What was Zhuang Xu, the divine fortune teller? Even the Ninth Prince and Xin

The emperor must also rely on General Lezheng's bravery and skill to stay in the imperial city safely.

We soldiers are working hard on the front line, but the Ninth Prince and the dignitaries are enjoying high beds, soft pillows, fine clothes and fine food in the back. What is the reason for this?

In despair, General Xu had such treasonous thoughts.

He walked to the city wall, drew his bow and shot arrows himself, but was almost shot to death by the enemy.

In a state of shock, he suddenly heard someone shouting above him: "It's General Lezheng! He's coming to the rescue!"

"What? General Lezheng is not dead?" Xu Hui asked in horror.

There are 100,000 Jie troops here in Guancheng, which means there must be 80,000 on the other side of Guandu. Forty thousand versus 80,000. With such a disparity in strength, Le Zhengming didn't even die?

Xu Hui seriously doubted that he heard correctly.

But the soldier standing on the watchtower was extremely sure: "It's General Lezheng. I saw his tiger-head flag! He's coming from behind!"

Xu Hui rushed up to the watchtower, took a brief look, and immediately shouted: "Open the city gate, open the city gate, let's fight out and join General Le Zheng!"

Several generals who had previously refused to obey his orders now opened the city gates without hesitation and rushed out on war horses. What kind of prestige and weight do these three words "Le Zhengming" have on the battlefield?

This is evident from this.

The Jie people also heard the cry of "Le Zheng Ming", and the originally orderly offensive suddenly became chaotic. The Jie people at the rear of the team looked back and saw a tiger head flag with a blue background and black stripes flying in the strong wind.

Zhongzhaozhan is like a dark cloud, pressing down heavily.

"Le Zhengming is not dead! He has attacked!" This news caused all the Jie tribe members to panic. They couldn't understand how Le Zhengming could escape under the crushing force of 80,000 troops. Could it be that he would

Black magic?

However, there was no time for the Jie army to think about this difficult problem. They were attacked from the front and back by the Wei army, and the neatly arranged square formation was scattered. They could only choose a direction each, and fell to the ground in pieces.

flee.

These brave and skilled Jie people actually lost the courage to continue fighting after just one encounter.

Le Zhengming was like the god of death falling from the sky, waving a big knife to harvest their lives.

In just one hour, Guancheng had weathered the crisis safely.

The common people far away on the towers raised their hands and cheered, and the soldiers near the battlefield also walked towards General Le Zheng, with fanatical admiration and deep awe in their eyes.

Le Zhengming suddenly turned his horse around, ran to the back of the team, picked up a thin, handsome young man from the carriage transporting grain and grass, and then let him sit on his shoulders, and declared with great pride:

"This is my military advisor Zhuang Li, who formulated the Crescent Battle Formation and brought you the final victory."

He carried the boy around the battlefield, like an extremely wealthy king showing off his priceless treasure.

"What? Our victory in the war is due to this military advisor?"

"When did we have a military advisor?"

"The Ninth Prince's military advisor is called Zhuang Xu, and he is known as a divine fortune teller. This man is called Zhuang Li. Are they brothers?"

"They are indeed brothers, otherwise how could they be so powerful?"

"It's just, how did we win the previous battle? I haven't figured it out yet!"

All the soldiers were surprised and puzzled, and couldn't help but gather together to discuss. Only a tall, dark-faced deputy general sneered at the young man sitting on the general's shoulder.

What kind of strategist is this Zhuang Li? He is clearly a timid, cowardly, yet extremely arrogant and arrogant loser! He can't even pretend to be dead, so what real ability can he have?

"Mr. Zhuang, you are a military advisor, so you should tell us how we won the previous battle!" the black-faced deputy general shouted loudly.

The other soldiers also responded eagerly: "Yes, yes, Mr. Zhuang, tell us quickly! We are still confused and confused at this moment!"

7480 was also very curious about this question. He hung two broken arms and endured the humiliation and asked: "Master, how did you win? Did you pick up some golden finger when I wasn't paying attention?"

Apart from the golden finger of the Lord God, what else can allow the host to win such a beautiful victory in a desperate situation?
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