Chapter 957 of Changning Imperial Army He came to Mojia Dongfeng,

Scattered dark clouds,

Seeing the moon born.

Singing far away,

All bowstrings,

The war drum is shaking and the spear is shaking and the clanging.

The moon in the western Xinjiang always seems a bit desolate. For some reason, looking at the moon in the western Xinjiang seems to be bigger and brighter than looking at the moon in Chang'an. Standing on the wall of Xisai, looking out of the frontier, it seems that under the moon there will be lonely souls coming out of the ground, floating in the cold night, still wearing armor and armour, as if they are looking for enemies and themselves.

The wars in the western border never seemed to be comparable to those in the northern border, so when the people of Daning mentioned the border army, most of them thought of the northern border army. They were not only familiar with the border army in the northern border, like the iron cavalry, but also the border army of the black warriors, like the Qilie army and the Great Power Tianlang Jiuzi Camp.

However, when it comes to Western Xinjiang, except for the heavy armor of Western Xinjiang, there is no other thing, because after fighting with the Western Regions, Daning has always been a crushing force, and it wins easily every time and wins quickly every time, which makes the people of Daning have the illusion that there is no war in the Western Xinjiang.

However, in the early days of the founding of Daning, the war in Western Xinjiang was far more tragic than in the northern border. Daning had just established a country, and there was only one black martial artist in the northern border. There were so many unconvincing Western borders. None of the foreign countries, big and small, took Ning, who had just unified the Central Plains seriously. They thought that civil strife in the Central Plains was their best opportunity to compete for a great country. They rushed over from west to east, and the Central Plains were beautiful, and they regarded it as meat on the plate.

Tang Anchen, one of the founding dukes, was ordered to lead the thirteen young generals of the Tang family, lead 60,000 tigers to the frontier, and kill a group of wolves.

There were two founding dukes in one family of the Tang family, and the other had captured nearly half of the territory of Chu. This founding duke swept the Western Regions hard.

Speaking of the glory of the Tang family in the northwest, it is the glory created by the two kings of this family.

Now the northwest has been branded with the mark of Talking about Jiuzhou, and this mark is also a mark made.

In the Bianguan City, there is a very tall statue in the city, which is the statue of the founding Duke Tang Anchen. Hundreds of years have passed, and some old people from Western tribes are still telling the story of their words from the previous generation, from the previous generation to the previous generation, from the previous generation to the previous generation, and from the previous generation to the previous generation, and from the previous generation to the previous generation, are just like this.

That year, the Western Regions were first pacified, but General Tang Anchen did not return to the Daofu City, but lived in the city of La Liga. Someone asked him why he hadn't returned yet. The general said: Your Majesty asked me to beat the people of the Western Regions, why are you afraid? I was sitting in the city of La Liga, and they didn't dare to look up, this is fear.

The small Western Regions countries that had just been captured that year have not been completely rectified, and there are still frequent rebellions in various places. Thousands of people gather here will kill officials and seize grain, and more than ten thousand people gather there will dare to claim to be the emperor and stand up for their own independence.

Someone came to report, and General Tang Anchen walked to the map and asked where to rebel. The person who reported the news quickly pointed to a certain place on the map and said that it was here, so the general would take a charcoal pen and draw a circle in the point where he pointed.

"Where are people in chaos, and where no one is left."

Kill them all.

Many years later, the general sat in La Liga, and indeed no one dared to look up eastward.

The moon sets and the sun rises. General Tan Jiuzhou stood under the statue of the founding Duke Tang Anchen. He came every year, sometimes sometimes three or five times. The city of La Liga reminds people of this meritorious minister who pacified the northwest for the Daningian. Tan Jiuzhou and his subordinates once said that the current border army is standing on the shoulders of General Tang, so don’t think you can see far, because General Tang raised you high.

"I won't let Xijiang go short."

Tan Jiuzhou sprinkled a glass of wine in front of the statue.

“Never.”

He leaned over and bowed, then left.

On the wall of La Liga City, General Tan Jiuzhou walked to the battlements and held the city wall and looked out. Outside the city, there was a large green grass near it, but further to the distance was a piece of yellow sand. This seemed to be a declaration given by nature. Those who are near the sun are prosperous, while those who are far away are desolate.

"General."

General Yang Qilin quickly walked over and leaned over and said, "I went to take a look again. The city has already gone to the city for seven or eight, and those who have not left are my Daning caravans."

"Send someone to arrange for them to leave here as soon as possible."

Tan Jiuzhou gave a plain command.

"Someone has been sent, but the caravans refused to leave."

"Don't leave?"

Tan Jiuzhou looked at Yang Qilin: "Why don't you leave?"

Yang Qilin's expression was a little excited: "Subordinates sent people to inform the caravans that they left La Liga, but the caravans refused to leave, so the subordinates went to ask themselves why they didn't leave. They said they could see that the people of the Western Regions were not at ease, and the caravan's reaction could explain everything. If the people of the Western Regions were not going to start a war, how could they rush to withdraw the caravans? The people of the Western Regions left but we could not leave. They left because they were afraid of death, and we did not leave because we were not afraid. Although we were merchants, the world said that there were many righteous people who practiced businessmen and valued profits.

It is a place where people are under the family and country. Maybe it is, but the merchants in Daning are not like this. We stay because we also want to do our best. Even if we cannot go to the city to defend the enemy, we can carry weapons, armor and weapons for the soldiers of the border, and cook a meal for the soldiers of the border, even if we can't. Even if we just boil some hot water for the soldiers of the border, we feel that we are not useless. We cannot point to the enemy's corpses outside the city and say that we killed, but we want to say that the saliva of the soldiers of the border was burned by us."

Tan Jiuzhou let out a long sigh: "This is Ningguo, what are the enemies in the world afraid of?"

Yang Qilin said: "Not only did our caravan not leave, the shops in the city were closed, and the businessmen were still there. All households began to prepare food and buy iron pots and stoves. Everyone thought of one place, but they had never discussed that they were ready to live and die with the border troops."

Yang Qilin lowered her head and her eyes were slightly red.

"When I was going up the city, I walked through the long street of La Liga. The people on both sides of the long street would salute us. They knew what the military salute symbolized. My subordinates also heard them say that La Liga is La Liga in Daning, and everyone's La Liga. If I abandon the city, even La Liga will despise them. There will be no face in the future to do business in La Liga. Many caravans from afar used all the money they earned to buy food and built many simple wooden sheds on the street. They said that if they really fight, even a bowl of hot porridge must be drunk by the soldiers."

Tan Jiuzhou held the city wall with his hands, and because of the force, the blue veins on the back of his hands became so obvious.

"So the border troops in Daning are never afraid of war."

Tan Jiuzhou let out a long breath again, not depression, but warmth.

"If they don't leave, let them stay, but if the war is tight, the east gate must be opened to let them out of the city."

"yes."

Yang Qilin leaned over: "I understand."

At this moment, a personal soldier quickly ran up the city wall, holding a letter in his hands and handed it to Tan Jiuzhou: "General, the military post has always rushed to a letter, saying that it was a handwritten letter from the Navy General Shen Leng."

"Duke Anguo?"

Tan Jiuzhou was stunned and reached out to open the letter. Yang Qilin couldn't help but wonder: "How could Duke An Guo who wrote for no reason? Could it be that the enemy sneaked into the spy who was a spy who was in trouble."

Tan Jiuzhou opened the letter and looked at it, and raised his lips: "Yang Qilin, have you seen Duke An Guo's name?"

Yang Qilin shook his head: "I have never seen it before, but I have heard of Duke An Guo's name, which has a unique style."

"hypocritical."

Tan Jiuzhou glanced at him: "If you say it, you will say it, his words are broken, this family has no semicolons."

He handed the letter to Yang Qilin: "The letter is definitely not fake."

Yang Qilin took it and looked at it and understood why the general said that it was impossible to fake it. This font, this trajectory, this staggered pattern, or this skewer, if you want to fake it, the person who made it might vomit blood. If you take out the words one by one, you can imitate it, and maybe you can imitate it with three or five points of charm. If you put the words together and imitate it, don't think about it, you have no desire to imitate it at all. You just want to tear it, burn it, crush it, grab it with your hands, and bite it with your teeth.

"really"

Yang Qilin's mouth twitched a few times: "It's true that he is well-known."

Tan Jiuzhou said: "You once asked me if Duke An Guo was able to become Duke An Guo at a young age because His Majesty was too favored. I told you at that time that you would know why Your Majesty valued and trusted so much. You will see him soon."

Yang Qilin: "Ah? Duke An Guo is going to Western Xinjiang?"

He read the letter again: "How did the general recognize the words on this letter?"

Talking about Jiuzhou: "Meng."

Yang Qilin: ""

"The reason why Duke An Guo is Duke An Guo is not biased by His Majesty. The reason why he is Duke An is just because he has already achieved the achievements of Duke and Duke of Guo. He only judged that there might be a war in the Western Regions based on some Qiang people who entered Chang'an. So he immediately wrote a letter to remind me halfway through the way, and you guessed that you were deduced by the lonely city of Fan City, but he is still thousands of miles away from here. So he told you, what do you think of the spirit fox?"

Yang Qilin immediately said: "The young master is rare in the world, regardless of his knowledge or martial arts."

"Pooh."

Tan Jiuzhou spat: "I know my own son. Although he is excellent, I also try to make him excellent, but he is at least ten Tan Linghu who is less than Shen Leng."

"If this battle really starts, Shen Leng will come again."

Talk to Jiuzhou and laughed more relaxed and calmer.

"It's God's will."

"General, what will do?"

"When did he lose wherever he went?"

Tan Jiuzhou said: "Have you sent people to the arsenal of Western Xinjiang?"

"It's already gone."

"Send people to go there again. There are tens of thousands of new recruits in the arsenal of Western Xinjiang, and these tens of thousands of people have been given to Duke Anguo."

Tan Jiuzhou opened his arms and stretched his strength for a moment, as if the worries in his heart were reduced by more than half. I don’t know when the name Shen Leng brought people confidence and comfort. It seemed that no matter how difficult the situation or how difficult the battle situation was, the name Shen Leng would change after it appeared.

Yang Qilin was still a little puzzled, and a little dissatisfied. They were all soldiers, so how could there be such a big gap? The general was so powerful in the Western Xinjiang, but he actually admired Shen Leng so much. He really wanted to see what style the legendary Duke An Guo who was invincible.

Style?

Six hundred miles away from La Liga.

Chen Leng kicked Que Yin's leg bend, and Que Yin couldn't help but kneel down. He walked behind Que Yin, grabbed Que Yin's hair with one hand, and wiped the black thread knife a few times around Que Yin's neck. As blood surged like a spring, the head was cut off by Chen Leng.

Chen Leng threw the head back, and Liuyunhui's disciples reached out to catch it.

"Go and kill the next one!"

Chen Leng turned his horse on his back.

The Qiang man just was dissatisfied and left alone to hide and wanted to assassinate Chen Leng, but he could not block the general's sword.

More than 20 young men followed Shen Leng and felt that they could break up the mountains and seas and be invincible in the world.

[Did I say I have written it hard after I got home today? Is it still too late to take it back now?]
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