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Chapter 540: Luo Yi, Commander of the Yan-Liao Army

Seeing the carriage being taken away by other soldiers, Li Yan nodded with satisfaction. Now Chang Sheng could not find anything unusual. After Luo Yi's men took over, who could tell what else was in the carriage?
Before Li Yan got off the car, he put all the bedding he used to sleep last night into his private space.

If it weren't for the outsider Chang Sheng, Li Yan would probably have loaded the entire carriage and not left a single board for Luo Yi.

Entering the camp, there were groups of soldiers forming square formations and training everywhere. The northern soldiers were all tall and strong. The weather in August was already very hot. Everyone was bare-chested, sweating profusely, holding swords and shields, and shouting slogans that shook the earth.

He looked murderous and majestic, and an explosive aura unique to the battlefield came over him.

Chang Sheng was a little nervous and his right hand unconsciously tightly grasped the scabbard. He stared sharply at the nearby military formation, fearing that those people would rush up.

Li Yan, however, watched at leisure, with a look of curiosity in his eyes, and asked Chang Sheng from time to time what kind of soldiers this was, what kind of weapons that were, what they were used for, and what role they played. Chang Sheng looked around and explained to Li Yan absentmindedly.

Gradually, I wasn't so nervous anymore.

After walking for about half an incense stick of time, they arrived at a huge camp surrounded by military tents at the core of the military camp. The captain asked the two to wait at the door while he went in to report.

After a while, the gate of the village opened wide, and a shrill horn sounded into the sky, followed by the rumbling sound of war drums nearby. Teams of fully armed soldiers in helmets and armor, holding spears as tall as two people, marched out of the village with thunderous footsteps, and stood on both sides, staring coldly at the two people in front of the village without saying a word.

Afterwards, two teams of burly and strong wrestlers rushed out with their chests bare and long swords in their hands, and naturally lined up in the front.

With a 'swish', the long swords were unsheathed, with the tips of the swords standing upright, pointing diagonally upwards and faintly intersecting with each other.

Suddenly, the road leading to the commander's tent turned into a path in a forest of murderous steel knives. Walking on it, it seemed as if the sharp knives from above could fall down at any time and chop the two of them into meat paste. Coupled with the roaring war drums that resounded through the sky and made their blood boil, even the timid ones would be scared to death.

Chang Sheng had been in many battles and was very brave, but when he saw this scene, his face turned pale.

Li Yan's expression also changed slightly. He remembered that there was no such thing in the original drama. Why would he be given more drama?
Er Er thought about it and suddenly felt that it might be because of his performance just now that Luo Yi might think that he had a higher endurance, so he made the scene more "grand".

Li Yan thought about it and felt a little regretful.

It was because of his success with Li Shimin and Empress Zhangsun that he looked down on Luo Yi, so much so that he increased his power to intimidate himself. After realizing this, Li Yan suddenly felt that it would be better to pretend to be stupid, so that it would be easier for others to look down on him.

Of course, Li Yan III had always been a man of intrigue and schemes, relying on his brain to make a living. He had seldom seen the fierce scenes of fighting on the battlefield, and the number of people he had killed was very small. After all, he was not a hero like Li Shimin who had walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​fire. Seeing such a scene, he could not help but feel uneasy. He swallowed his saliva unconsciously, and his throat felt a little dry.

After secretly greeting several generations of Luo Yi's ancestors in his heart, Li Yan's legs trembled slightly unconsciously, his face turned pale, and his expression was the same as when he was facing a teacher who asked his parents to come. He reached out and tugged at the corner of Chang Sheng's clothes beside him, and said tremblingly: "Little Shengzi, they are not going to chop me into meat sauce, are they?"

"Otherwise, let's go back and ask our father to find another prince. I'm afraid."

Li Yan did not lower his voice deliberately, which immediately aroused the contempt of the soldiers on both sides. They all looked at the little prince with disdain, and many of them secretly glanced between Li Yan's trembling legs, wanting to see if this son of the dragon and the grandson of the phoenix had wet his pants.

However, after seeing the dark coarse cloth trousers, everyone was a little disappointed. They couldn't tell what it was!

For some reason, Chang Sheng felt relieved when he saw Li Yan like this. Like a tiger protecting its cubs, he pulled Li Yan behind him and said bravely, "Don't be afraid, Your Majesty. Luo Yi just deliberately put these things up to scare you. You are the eldest son of the Emperor. As long as the Emperor is here, Luo Yi won't dare to do anything to you."

During the four years of guarding the border in Zhongshan County, Li Chengqian relied on Changsheng like a child. Although Changsheng was sent by Li Jiancheng, he did not regard Li Chengqian as an enemy. After four years of living together day and night, a deep affection developed between the two.

Since the Xuanwu Gate Incident, although Chang Sheng acted in the name of revenge for his old master, he did not anger Li Chengqian. On the surface, he had always been fulfilling his duty as a guard and protecting Li Chengqian's safety, although he was also afraid at this time.

But facing Li Yan's request for help, his desire to protect was naturally aroused, and he subconsciously stood up and blocked Li Yan behind him.

The captain who led the two men all the way here saw that the effect was achieved, smiled proudly, and stretched out his hand: "Young Prince, please come in, our commander is waiting for you inside." Chang Sheng glanced at the captain with disdain, and walked towards the passage under the forest of steel knives with Li Yanyi without hesitation.

When passing by the lieutenant, he quickly reached out his hand, snatched the weapon from Changsheng, threw it to the followers behind him, looked at Changsheng who was glaring at him, raised his head high, and ignored him.

Chang Sheng was helpless, although he knew that holding a waist knife would not help him in the enemy's camp. But psychologically he always felt a sense of security, and walking into the knife-studded jungle with nothing in his hands was even more frightening.

Li Yan portrayed the image of a timid prince to the fullest, with a sad face, and followed Chang Sheng forward timidly, occasionally looking up at Li Ren hanging over his head, and walked into the camp under the slightly sneering gaze of everyone.

As soon as the two men walked past, everyone put away their knives and stood there like squatting sculptures. A murderous atmosphere filled the air.

"He's handsome!"

A guard shouted loudly, and with the sound of urgent drums, an old veteran in bright armor walked out of the tent. The followers carried a chair to the platform in front of the tent, and the old veteran sat down calmly.

Li Yan stood opposite and looked at Luo Yi secretly. The old general opposite had thick eyebrows, a lion-like nose and a wide mouth, and a short beard. He looked down and his eyes were like lightning, flashing a sharp light and fell on Li Yan who was slightly behind.

Li Yan's heart suddenly shuddered, his whole body trembled visibly, and he even took half a step back.

It was half true and half false. At this moment, Li Yan was amazed. The old man's gaze was as real as substance. He could feel the murderous aura coming from him even from more than ten meters away.

It is said that the might of the generals in the Sui and Tang dynasties was far greater than that of any previous dynasty, and they could almost be used as door gods. This is true!
Li Yan had seen many fierce generals in the Qing Dynasty, among whom Tulichen was the most outstanding. However, compared with Luo Yi, the momentum of Old Tu was like a child facing a strong man. Moreover, Luo Yi was no longer in his prime, and he was nearly forty years old. For a fierce general who had fought on the battlefield, he already looked a little old.

During the Sui and Tang dynasties, there were many young generals who began fighting on the battlefield at the age of fifteen. By the age of twenty-five or twenty-six, they had basically achieved some success. After the age of thirty-five or thirty-six, most of them were in command positions and would not personally draw their swords or guns unless they were in danger of death.

Luo Yi is still a low-ranking figure among them. If he really meets Yuchi Gong, Qin Shubao, and Li Ji, wouldn’t he be even more powerful and impossible to look directly at?

There are also those invincible generals Li Yuanba, Tianbao General Yuwen Chengdu, Purple-faced Heavenly King Xiong Kuohai, Thunderbolt Pei Yuanqing, and King of Backers Yang Lin, who were famous in the early days but failed in the end. What kind of style do those heroes who rank at the top have?
Li Yan felt that when he arrived in the Sui and Tang Dynasties, he had arrived at an era in history when there were many brilliant generals and heroes!

It's a pity that it's a little late, and gradually entered a peaceful era of fighting wits rather than strength. Yuchi is old, Shubao is about to die, Li Ji and Hou Junji have to restrain their bravery, and start to spend time trying to figure out the emperor's intentions and expression, seeking a way to survive by defilement. It can only be said that this is the sorrow of these brave generals on the battlefield.

Sitting on the steps, Luo Yi looked down at his colleagues and waved his hand. The deafening drumbeats stopped abruptly and the scene instantly became silent. From extremely noisy to extremely quiet, the strong contrast made everyone feel a little trembling subconsciously.

While everyone was adjusting their mentality, an angry and powerful shout suddenly exploded in the air: "Bring the people up!"

Li Yan was stunned. He knew that what Luo Yi was going to do next was to use a trick to intimidate him. He was not the one being called at this time, but Li Yan felt that his timid personality was there. In order to make Luo Yi look down on him even more, he took a step forward naturally after a flash of thought.

"The Marshal is not calling you!"

A thin general nearby seemed to have expected this. He pulled Li Yan back, gave him a cold glance and signaled Li Yan to watch carefully.

Li Yan looked at this person quietly. If he guessed correctly, this person was Yang Ji, the deputy general of the Yan Liao army who later killed Luo Yi.

Luo Yi, who was sitting on the stage, had never taken his attention away from Li Yan from the beginning. At this moment, Li Yan's obscene actions caught his eyes. Luo Yi showed a slight contempt on his face. If all of Li Shimin's sons were of this kind, then why would he bother?
It had been heard a long time ago that the eldest prince was weak in character and irresponsible. Now that he saw it with his own eyes, Luo Yi curled his lips in disdain. No wonder Li Shimin was so straightforward. It was said that there was a commotion in the capital this time about choosing a crown prince. Li Shimin picked the eldest son Li Chengqian and the third son Li Ke, and wanted to choose one of them to be the crown prince in order to stabilize the hearts of the ministers and officials.

I thought the eldest son would be more valued, but I didn't expect him to be a weak and useless boy. If I had known, I would have chosen the second son Li Ke, who was said to be as good at military strategy as Li Shimin.

(End of this chapter)