Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

Lu Ziqing lowered his eyes and pointed to a certain part of his body, "Eunuch."

Su Chengfeng subconsciously gave it a light support with his hand and glanced around.

"I'm afraid that's not possible. I haven't even gotten married yet, so why would you let me be the last one to leave?"

"so what?"

Su Chengfeng sighed, "I'll listen to you."

There were only a few people who came to the government office to register, only five in total, and one of them was a handyman, Su Chengfeng.

When it comes to martial arts and killing enemies in battle, he can certainly show off his prowess.

But when it comes to medicine, it is really a cross-border job, so he can only follow Lu Ziqing to do odd jobs and serve as a bodyguard.

The next day, it was still dark.

The Beijing army joined forces with the border garrisons of Ningdong, Yongzhou and Zhongzhou and marched northward.

After passing through Ganshi, Changping, Desheng and other places, it took more than a month to finally arrive in the territory of Beidi.

The army advanced more than thirty miles into the grassland. The men and horses were exhausted, so they stopped to rest by a small stream.

"I've been searching for a few days, but there's not a single Ranger?"

The deputy general dismounted, frowned, put his hands on his hips and looked into the distance.

"Where on earth are these Di people hiding? If we keep wasting time like this, not only will we have trouble fighting, but we won't even be able to feed and drink these tens of thousands of troops."

At this moment, the young general in heavy armor next to him suddenly spoke.

"It's spring now, the time when they are conserving their energy, taking care of their women and livestock, and reproducing. They simply don't have the energy to fight."

"Besides, a few months ago, when the news of the imperial court's decision to launch a northern expedition spread, these Di people must have received the news and gone into hiding."

This person was none other than the up-and-coming court official that the common people had been talking about, the God of War of the Northwest, Xiao Yan, who had suppressed the rebellion in southern Xinjiang and recovered Zuo Yan.

No face could be seen under the iron mask of the steel helmet, only a pair of big, dark and bright eyes could be seen, looking forward like an eagle.

"This is their territory. If they're determined to hide and not fight, it will be difficult for us to find them! But..."

He turned his head to look at the stream.

"This man needs food and horses to chew. No matter how hard he tries to hide, he can't get away from water and grass. Send a message to the whole army: drink water and set out immediately."

"Yes!"

Immediately, Xiao Yan called out to the water, "Mo Kun."

A tall and strong black horse immediately galloped over.

The horse's fur was as shiny silver-black as silk, with a small white spot between its eyebrows, and its limbs were strong and steady.

The overall skeleton is much taller than that of an ordinary warhorse, just like its owner.

Even if a man and a horse are mixed in the crowd, they are still particularly unique and eye-catching.

Xiao Yan shook the reins, and Mo Kun had not gone far when he saw a scout riding a horse towards him from a distance. He reported directly without getting off the horse.

"General, we've spotted a Di cavalry unit on the slope twenty miles ahead. Our scouts are engaging them."

"Great! They're finally here." Xiao Yan ordered his deputy general, "Zhou Nan, order the entire army to speed up and give chase!"

Yang Zhounan turned his horse around and ran in front and behind the army, giving orders and shouting.

"Speed ​​up, hurry up!"

On the other side of the slope, the neighing of horses and men rang out. The Di people were all tall and strong, with broad shoulders and round waists, holding scimitars and looking as strong as bulls.

Their height and strength alone give them an advantage, and they are much more ferocious than people from the Central Plains.

Moreover, Di Duoning was outnumbered, and the dozen or so scouts were no match for him. Soon, only two or three were left.

Just when all the soldiers were about to be killed, the ground suddenly shook slightly and a loud rumbling sound was heard in the distance.

A Di man saw that something was wrong and immediately rode his horse uphill. He saw a dark mass in the distance and a large number of soldiers and horses rushing towards him.

His heart tightened, and he turned his horse and shouted, "It's the Ning army, run!"

By the time the army arrived, they had already run away.

Xiao Yan led the cavalry of the guards and galloped across the grassland, stirring up clouds of yellow dust.

In the distant sky, several gyrfalcons soared across the sky, their cries echoing out. From time to time, they flew low over his head.

They galloped and chased for more than ten miles. Seeing that they were approaching the mountains, Yang Zhounan whipped the horse's butt and chased after the people in front, shouting.

"The Buhablin territory is ahead. Are you sure you want to chase?"

Xiao Yan didn't look back. The whistling of the wind in his ears reduced the volume of the shouting beside him. He responded loudly.

"We have limited food and fodder on this trip. If we don't want to become nutrients for this grassland, we must fight quickly. Even if the front is a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, we must take it today."

The entrance to Bukhabrin is mountainous, surrounded by mountains on the east, west and north sides, with a valley formed in the middle. The exit on the north is also relatively narrow, and there are stones of different sizes on both sides of the road.

The heavily armored cavalry marched into the gorge in a mighty force. The hills on both sides were not very high, but they were sloping and difficult to climb.

There were some sand pines scattered on the slope, and along with the dry grass, they rustled in the strong wind.

When they reached the middle section of the road, the sky suddenly became gloomy and covered with war clouds.

Several hilltops were dark, and soon several black and red flags with the words "Chishuo" on them were raised and fluttered in the wind.

It was Chi Shuo's army. They were all wearing heavy armor, pointing their scimitars and crossbows at the foot of the mountain and shouting.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The shouts were so loud and resounding that they startled the war horses into pacing back and forth restlessly and neighing.

Yang Zhounan tightened the reins, and the horse neighed twice. He said, "Those rangers deliberately led us here."

"The Di people often use tricks." Xiao Yan glanced towards the top of the mountain.

"At this moment, their forces are limited, probably less than 40,000. However, the terrain here means a fierce battle is inevitable today."

Speaking of which, this time is a little different from the past.

In the past, when Da Ning announced its Northern Expedition to the world, most of the Khans fled at the first sign of the news in order to protect the herdsmen. The active attacks were mostly launched in autumn.

And now, they actually dared to take the initiative at this time, having already set up an ambush...

Yang Zhounan snorted, "The old guy has become more successful. I'm afraid he borrowed the courage from his uncle Yongribu. The rumors of their rift are not to be believed."

"Just because the prince and princess of the Chishuo tribe call Yongri Bu uncle, the relationship between the two tribes will not be strained." Xiao Yan stared at the mountain.

"Blood ties are a strange thing. On ordinary days, you fight for them without any scruples, but when the critical moment comes, its true meaning is revealed."

Leading the group were an old man and a young man.

The older man had tall, sharp white eyebrows, a fierce gaze, and deep, sunken nasolabial folds that looked like they were carved with a knife, making people shudder.

The man wearing heavy black armor was none other than the Khan of the Chishuo tribe, Aru Khan.

The young child next to him had never seen it. Yang Zhounan picked up the telescope, squinted his eyes and looked at the mountain, asking.

"Qingjun, who do you think that kid is? He... actually has a pair of blue eyes?"

Xiao Yan also noticed it, "It should be his youngest son."

"How do you know? Have you seen it?"

"rumor."

Yang Zhounan: “…”

Aru Khan had three children, two sons and one daughter.

The eldest son died in battle three years ago, and this man is a stranger.

Anyone who can stand beside the king, and is still so young, must be either a general or his son.

There is a rumor about this youngest son. Everyone says that he is the most handsome man in the Chishuo tribe.

Unfortunately, no face could be seen under the iron mask, only a pair of very pale eyes with gray-blue pupils and half of a high nose bridge were exposed.

Aruhan's voice came from the top of the mountain, "Xiao Yan, you didn't expect that I would be waiting for you here today, did you?"

The Di people were not only tall and strong, but also had deep and penetrating voices.

"It's only been three years since we last met, and the Khan is so old he can't even lift a sword?" Xiao Yan asked, "Even children are being dragged into the fight. Are you completely destitute?"

Three years ago, Aruhan's eldest son was beheaded by Xiao Yan's long sword.

The loss of his son made him depressed. He rested for three years. The pain of losing his son was like a knife cutting through his heart, and the scar in his heart was suddenly torn open.

Aruh Khan didn't know how to respond for a moment and was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

"You..." He said angrily, "You bastard, you are so arrogant! Today, I will take your head and dismember your bodies in the valley to commemorate the heroic spirits of my son and my departed people."

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The shouts of the Chishuo cavalry rang out again.

"Okay, then it depends on whether you have the ability to take it."

All the soldiers looked solemn, with their swords and spears drawn, keeping a close eye on the movements on the hilltop.

"kill--"

A torrential downpour of arrows came down from the mountain, making a sound of breaking through the air, as if they had pierced countless holes in the wind.

The soldiers suddenly swarmed like a hive of bees, and it was impossible to stop them, and shouts came one after another.

Xiao Yan raised his sword to block left and right, and ordered the entire army to retreat quickly, using rocks as shields.

There were too few places to take cover, and in a very short time, a large number of soldiers fell off their horses and onto the ground.

He ordered the swordsmen to quickly fill in the gaps and attack upwards in an orderly manner. Aruh Khan saw this and his white beard curled up slightly along with the corners of his mouth.

"A mere swordsman wants to break through the Khan's defenses and is courting death."

He picked up the small flag from the soldier next to him, waved it suddenly, and gave a clear order.

"Vanguard Battalion, get down!"