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Chapter 1184: Letter of Invitation (Part )
Cheng Yaojin was getting more and more angry as he fought. He saw that the other side was like a leech, rushing up in waves. He had shown mercy many times, but these people were ungrateful and turned around to kill him with knives, determined to kill him.

After beating back the crowd with another move of "Taishan Yading", Cheng Yaojin leaned on his long spear and said breathlessly: "We are of the same roots, why are we so eager to fight each other?"

"Everyone, although we are from different affiliations, we are all comrades in the army. Why do you have to force each other and kill each other? This is clearly a trick of the Turks. I don't want to believe that you can't see it. Why do you fall for it?"

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

As veteran generals with a great reputation, they were still quite timid. They were a little anxious after failing to take it down for so long. After winking at each other, Yuwen Yong loudly questioned, "Cheng Yaojin, you are a general of the Tang Dynasty, but now you have been defeated in Hebei."

"Instead of serving the king, he surrendered to the enemy and betrayed his country."

"If I were you, I would just sit there and wait for death. This would repay the country's kindness and comfort the souls of the hundreds of thousands of Longxi men who died under your banner."

Helan's thousand-man general also agreed: "If I were you, I would have drawn my sword and killed myself in ten days if I had sacrificed two hundred thousand soldiers on the battlefield. But you, Cheng Yaojin, are a famous general, but you live in disgrace and surrender to the Turks."

"How can you face the emperor in Chang'an? How can you face the emperor's spirit in heaven?"

Well.
The kid from the Helan clan talks so much that he actually forgot that Li Shimin is not dead yet? Shi Luodie, who was sitting on a high place, frowned and looked at the group of second-generation ancestors with disgust. None of them thought there was anything wrong with what he said.

This shows that in their hearts, Li Shimin had already died.

When Cheng Yaojin heard these heart-piercing words, he was shocked and his face changed drastically, as if he had received a great shock. He unconsciously took two steps back.

At this moment, Yu Wenyong's eyes lit up and he suddenly said, "Quick, kill him while he is distracted, go ahead..."

After saying that, he bent his legs, suddenly rebounded, and rushed out like a sharp arrow, leaping into the air, and with a move of force, he chopped down Cheng Yaojin's neck with great force. Although the opponent was wearing armor, he did not wear a helmet, let alone shin guards.

If this knife hits, Cheng Yaojin's head will surely fly into the sky the next moment.

At this moment, the knife flashed, and the dazzling sunlight instantly rushed into Cheng Yaojin's eyes. He was suddenly startled and woke up. It was too late to retreat, because several horizontal hands were stabbing straight up from behind.

As soon as you retreat, you will be stabbed in several holes.

Having fought in battles for a lifetime, Cheng Yaojin might not have a good overall vision, but his ability to respond to situations on the spot was not inferior to others. In a flash, he did not retreat but advanced and fiercely rushed into Yuwen Yong's arms.

The two men were approaching quickly, and Cheng Yaojin's move was beyond Yuwen Yong's expectation, but he did not hesitate. A ferocious look appeared in his eyes. He added another third of strength to his right arm and pulled back hard, but the blade was still heading towards the opponent's head.

The two figures collided in an instant, and with a bang, Yuwen Yong was knocked away.

Cheng Yaojin was hit hard on the shoulder, but fortunately he adjusted his body at the last moment and slashed the blade towards his head on his shoulder. The tiger-headed beast shoulder guard of Ming Guang Armor was chopped off by the blade.

The blade also pierced through the armor, leaving a deep bloody mark on the shoulder. Red blood splashed out instantly, and a cloud of blood mist floated in the air.

"Ah!" Cheng Yaojin screamed towards the sky like a wounded tiger roaring in the mountains.

Then he lowered his head and looked at the knife on his left shoulder. Cheng Yaojin became furious and became fearful.

Well, you wolf cubs, I'm soft-hearted everywhere, but you kill with every strike, so don't blame me for being ruthless. Do you really think that I'm too old to lift the knife? It's no problem to kill you guys who are still wet behind the ears.

As soon as they started fighting, he knew that these people's skills were just for show.

The sons of the noble families were born in secret jars and had never suffered hardship. How could they know how the lower class struggled to survive, let alone practice martial arts in the coldest days of winter and hottest days of summer. Usually, those lower class generals gave in everywhere, and they really thought they were superior in martial arts.

They had the fighting ability but not the fighting spirit, they had excellent war horses and equipment but not the determination to fight the enemy to the death. This was the real reason why the Longxi Flying Cavalry was defeated.

If it was the Flying Tiger Cavalry that Hou Junji had carefully trained, even if he couldn't win, Cheng Yaojin would have the confidence to retreat unscathed. Although there were many Turks, they couldn't defeat him. Now, you haven't trained enough, but now you are putting all the responsibility on yourselves.

This is the situation now. One can imagine how these people would vilify themselves if they returned to Chang'an.

Cheng Yao was unwilling to bear the eternal infamy even after his death.

In this short moment, all the heads flashed by, Cheng Yaojin's blood boiled, and he decided to survive. When he raised his head again, there was no emotion in his eyes, and his icy cold eyes made Shi Luodie in the distance feel nervous.

Cheng Yaojin knew that he was old and had limited physical strength. If he continued to be soft-hearted, he would die once his strength was exhausted.

Besides, he was injured now, and his energy was constantly flowing out with the blood, so the time was even shorter. If he couldn't kill these little bastards in the shortest time, he wouldn't have a chance to fight back. This time, without waiting for the opponent to attack, Cheng Yaojin rushed forward first.

Like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, the long spear stabbed towards Yuwen Yong who had just stood up in the crowd with the force of thunder.

This attack was so fast, like a comet hitting the moon. Yuwen Yong's pupils shrank. This move was completely different from his previous show of mercy. He felt that he was completely locked in by the murderous intent released by the spear, and he could not dodge it no matter which direction he went.

Fierce murderous intent rushed towards him. At the last moment, Yuwen Yong swung his sword with all his strength, slashing at Shao Ren, and shouted: "Cheng Yaojin, how dare you? I am a direct descendant of the Yuwen family. If you dare to kill me, the Yuwen family and the Guanlong clan will not let you go."

Cheng Yaojin, who was holding the spear, had a slightly changed cold expression on his face. After a slight hesitation, he added another point of strength.

'Dang puff.'

Two sounds were heard in succession. The first one was a sword that hit the spear, but was bounced back.

The second was a long spear that rushed into Yuwen Yong's chest with unstoppable force. The sound of the spear piercing the flesh and the sound of blood spurting out made the entire venue quiet for a moment.

A quarter of an hour after the fight started, the first casualty appeared. Yuwen Yong, the youngest son of the Yuwen family, died.

"you"

As Cheng Yaojin was in the posture of a tiger diving south, Yuwen Yong, who was sitting on the lance in front of him, looked down in disbelief at the golden iron lance head that had pierced his chest. Blood gushed out of his mouth uncontrollably, and he stretched out his finger with difficulty and pointed at Cheng Yaojin.

He wanted to say something but couldn't. In the end, his eyes dimmed, his head tilted, and he left.

The thousand-man general of the Helan clan looked at Cheng Yaojin angrily and shouted, "Old Cheng, you are so brave! How dare you kill our noble family? Brothers, let's go together and kill this traitor and eliminate this scourge for the Tang Dynasty."

"kill"

After seeing the blood, everyone's blood boiled and they rushed forward desperately like trapped beasts.

After killing the first one, he would not show mercy to the second one. Facing the group of wolves rushing towards him, Cheng Yaojin smiled indifferently, drew out his long spear, and rushed forward like a tiger among a flock of sheep.

Afterwards, swords flew like flying swords and long spears stretched out like dragons, and the two sides fought mercilessly.

Facts have proved that no matter how weak a tiger is, it is still a tiger, and no matter how powerful a vicious dog is, it is no match for it. It only took Cheng Yaojin a while to kill twenty of the twenty-eight young generals from the aristocratic families, leaving only eight people, covered in wounds, trembling together.

On the opposite side, Cheng Yaojin, with great power and white hair, stood among a group of corpses like a peerless demon.

These eight men had been frightened by the sight of killing, but they did not expect that Cheng Yaojin was still as strong as ever and still able to fight.

What was even more unexpected was that the young master of the Helan clan had managed to hold on until now. He covered the wound on his thigh, held his sword horizontally, and said in great grief and indignation: "General Cheng, are you really going to go against my clan?"

"You should know that this Tang Dynasty was established by my Guanlong clan."

"Even the Emperor has to act according to our wishes. You are just a general who took advantage of the chaos. If you put down your lance and commit suicide to apologize, I can guarantee that our family will protect your family and let them continue to enjoy wealth and glory."

Cheng Yaojin looked sad, looking at the bodies on the ground. Almost half of the direct descendants of more than 20 core families in Guanlong died in his hands. If he really let these people go, his family would surely die without a burial place.

Even if the court does not punish them, the nobles will not let them go.

Not to mention that they don't know the Turkic Khan's tricks, even if they knew, they would not tolerate me. From today on, I and the Guanlong clan are sworn enemies, and there is no way out. Either you die or I live.

General Helan’s words also reminded him that, yes, the aristocracy is the aristocracy, the imperial power is the power, and even the emperor is trapped by the aristocracy.

The greatest wish of the retired emperor in his life was to eliminate the politics of the aristocracy and restore the family, the country and the world. Although the current emperor seems to be in the same mind with the aristocracy, who knows what he is thinking in his heart? Perhaps he is also very afraid of the aristocracy.

As long as he stood on the side of the emperor, usurped the throne and attacked the nobles, his Cheng family might be able to survive and fight their way out.

Originally, Cheng Yaojin knew that the nobles were powerful and unshakable, so he played both sides. Now, by chance, he and the nobles have formed an irreconcilable feud that can no longer be reconciled. He can only stand on the side of the emperor and fight the nobles to the end.

A glimmer of hidden hope arose in his heart. Cheng Yaojin's face turned cold and he walked forward with his spear in hand.

(End of this chapter)