After traveling through time, I became Han Zhang’s grandson?

Looking at the veteran general Yang Wenguang rushing forward with boundless momentum, Yelu Xiyin's expression hardened. He raised the big iron spear in his hand, clamped it hard on the horse's belly, and rushed out.

"Let this younger generation experience the Yang Family Spear Technique!"

Yelu Xiyin was not afraid at all, and swung his big iron spear and smashed it fiercely.

"Well done-!"

Yang Wenguang's hair and beard stood up, his eyes were instantly filled with light, and with a loud shout, he pointed the spear in his hand and went straight forward, using a "Sweeping the Eight Desolations" move to throw it out, confronting Yelu Xiyin head-on.

"boom--!"

The two guns clashed, and a roar resounded throughout the battlefield. The flying snow in the sky was cleared away in an instant, leaving only the bright and clear sky.

"Good, good, good!" Yang Wenguang was inexplicably excited, and felt that the blood that had been dormant for many years began to surge.

"Your father was defeated and fled after taking thirteen of my moves. Today, let's see how many of his son's moves he can take!"

Yang Wenguang reined in his horse with his left hand, and his dry right hand slightly circled the gun. Then he slowly gathered his strength, and an aura like that of an ancient ferocious beast began to permeate the battlefield.

Yelu Xiyin stared at Yang Wenguang with a serious expression, and was also constantly accumulating his own aura. The big iron spear in his hand became even colder in the cold wind and snow.

"General Yang, as the saying goes, young and strong are more feared in a fight. I won't necessarily lose today!"

Hearing this, Yang Wenguang looked at him with some admiration, nodded repeatedly, and laughed loudly, saying, "Well said, then let's see for ourselves!"

The steel spear turned into a ray of dazzling cold light in the dark night, crossing the sky and hitting Yelu Xiyin's throat.

"open--!"

Yelu Xiyin lowered his head and bent down, sweeping out the enemy troops and charging straight at Yang Wenguang's waist and abdomen.

The dragon swung its tail!

Yang Wenguang immediately pulled back his steel spear, turned it at his waist, and pushed the spear sideways, colliding fiercely with the big iron spear swept by Yelu Xiyin.

"Buzz!" The vibration of the weapons made people's teeth ache, and the two gunmen also felt numb in their palms.

This attack was surprisingly evenly matched, and both the Song and Liao armies were amazed.

On the one hand, they were surprised that Yelu Xiyin could fight against Yang Wenguang, and on the other hand, they were amazed that Yang Wenguang was still strong despite his old age. He was able to withstand such a heavy blow as if nothing had happened. It can be seen that his martial arts skills had not declined at all due to his old age.

"Come again-!"

At this moment, Yang Wenguang's hair and beard were all standing up, giving him the aura of "an old man trying to exude the passion of youth". The steel spear in his hand pressed down madly like a storm.

Stab, pierce, beat, attack, wrap, circle, block, grab, pounce, tap, pluck, and dance with flowers.

In just a short moment, Yang Wenguang brought his momentum to its peak. Each strike was a combination of strength and beauty, which made people exclaim in excitement.

However, the opponent was extremely depressed. Not only was every move and every form extremely strenuous, but the hidden murderous intent surrounded him at all times, making him dare not relax even a little.

As time went on, Yang Wenguang's aura became more and more condensed, and the atmosphere of the entire battlefield seemed to be driven by it.

Under the leadership of Cao Ping, the Song army shouted wildly and beat drums to cheer, and the sound could be heard for dozens of miles. The "audience" on both sides of the Juma River watched this battle with great enthusiasm.

"This man is Yang Ye's grandson and Yang Yanzhao's son—General Yang Wenguang, right? He's truly a descendant of the Yang family. He's truly formidable!"

Yelu Hongji smiled at Xiao Boyu, the commander-in-chief of the three armies beside him, with deep admiration and love in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, you may like it, but please do not be lenient!"

As a descendant of a royal family, Xiao Boyu had a close relationship with Xiao Guanyin. He was a distant relative of the Queen's father, Xiao Xiaozhong. He had to call him "brother" and was a figure of the king's uncle-in-law.

However, Xiao Boyu was able to hold the post of staying in the General Administration Office in charge of the military and political affairs of all states in the Liaonan Circuit, all thanks to his outstanding abilities.

Moreover, compared to the title of a royal relative and important official, Xiao Boyu, like Yelu Liang, was a retainer in Yelu Hongji's early secret residence.

He was the first to board Yelu Hongji's ship, and later with the help of Xiao Guanyin entering the palace, he was entrusted with important tasks.

"Aqi, what are you doing to me?"

Yelu Hongji glanced at Xiao Boyu with a half-smile.

Xiao Boyu's nickname was Aqi. Apart from Yelu Hongji, no one else in the world could be called that, not even Xiao Guanyin.

"Your Majesty, it is well that you understand. If your excessive affection leads to the failure of the Southern Expedition, I will not bear the blame."

Compared with Yelu Liang's cautious attitude, Xiao Boyu and Yelu Hongji get along like friends in private, and are not even as good as brothers.

Seeing Xiao Boyu's attitude, Yelu Hongji knew what he was worried about.

In the early years, because of his love for foreign talents, he repeatedly let them go. In the end, these foreign talents all became the vanguard of the anti-Liao movement.

As a result, Xiao Boyu and Yelu Liang took a lot of effort to put down the rebellion, and were later blamed by Xiao Ge and others. It could be said that they got into trouble for no reason.

"I understand. I won't make such a mistake this time!"

Yelu Hongji felt a little indignant as his past was exposed.

"Your Majesty, have you forgotten that there's another person, Han Jingyuan, whom you let go this time?!"

In order to teach Yelu Hongji a lesson, Xiao Boyu dragged Han out, but the emperor was immediately defeated.

"Let's not talk about this matter. You and I are still good friends!"

Yelu Hongji covered his face with a headache, feeling that all his negative information had been exposed.

"Ah, Your Majesty, don't worry. Asu will definitely deal with him once and for all."

Xiao Boyu still couldn't bear to continue attacking the other party, and whispered to comfort his majesty, but in the end he changed the subject and gave the other party another critical blow.

"If you had issued the order earlier, Xuan Chen would have led his troops back to Xijin Prefecture to garrison, and none of the Nanbang envoys would have been able to escape!"

Yelu Hongji could only shed tears in silence. There was nothing he could do. It was his fault that he was too confident in his abilities and ended up messing up a bit.

"Your Majesty, it's time to order the entire army to attack. Rather than letting this old Song general dampen our momentum, it's better to just push forward!"

Xiao Boyu looked at Yelu Hongji, whose brows showed a hint of fatigue, and couldn't help but say that he was afraid that his Majesty's body had not recovered yet, and it would be troublesome if something unexpected happened.

"Well, order the entire army to march straight ahead. I don't want to continue playing any more conspiracies and tricks with them. Let's cross the Song border as quickly as possible and march into the interior!"

As Yelu Hongji's order was conveyed, strange noises began to be heard throughout the Liaozhong Army formation, and then the army marched south, instantly scaring its own advance troops and Yang Wenguang's vanguard troops.

"not good!"

"Old General, please retreat! The Liao army is disobeying the rules and suddenly marching south!"

Cao Ping's heart sank, and he immediately prepared his troops and horses and rushed up to support Yang Wenguang.

"Old General, it seems that today's battle between you and me is going to end in a draw!"

Yelu Xiyin felt relieved and swung the spear in his hand even more vigorously, as if he wanted to stop Yang Wenguang and prevent him from easily withdrawing from the battlefield.

"Get out of my way!"

Yang Wenguang's eyes widened in anger, and he let out a thunderous roar that made the ears of those nearby ring.

The steel spear in his hand turned into a big iron stick, and he smashed it out with extraordinary ferocity, with the force of splitting Mount Hua.

"Boom——!"

Yelu Xiyin and his horse were knocked back dozens of steps by Yang Wenguang. This scene made everyone gasp.

Such terrifying strength is beyond the reach of ordinary people. It is truly amazing that a veteran who is only sixty-six years old still has such strength.

"The old general is mighty!"

Cao Ping rode his horse closer, stood in front of Yang Wenguang, raised his gun and shouted loudly.

"The old general is mighty!"

"The old general is mighty!"

"..."

The shouts of three thousand people shook the heaven and earth. Even the wind and snow could not stop such a majestic aura.

At this moment, the momentum between Song and Liao was reversed. Yelu Hongji and Xiao Boyu had never expected the situation to develop so quickly.

"It was a mistake. We shouldn't have let Yelu Xiyin fight the generals in front of the battlefield."

Xiao Boyu felt somewhat guilty and quickly issued an order: "The army should speed up and press forward, cross the Juma River, enter Baigouyi, and capture Gu Tingye alive!"

The flags of the flag bearers were almost leaving behind shadows, and the entire Liaozhong Army began to speed up and rushed straight towards Yang Wenguang's vanguard.

Seeing the Liao army all over the mountains, Cao Ping's heart trembled: "Old General!"

"Don't panic. This time the army has some newly developed firearms from the Military Equipment Supervisor. It's a good opportunity to try them out."

"First, order the entire army to retreat and retreat to the south bank of the Juma River. Gongzheng, you will lead a team of 100 people to deploy those firearms on the ice of the Juma River!"

Yang Wenguang exhaled a breath of turbid air after the war, stroked his white beard, and then smiled somewhat 'kindly'.

When Cao Ping heard this, he immediately smiled knowingly: "Don't worry, old general, I will be back soon!"

Watching Cao Ping's excited departure, Yang Wenguang frowned and coughed twice, then shook his head and smiled bitterly, "As expected, I'm getting older. I can't help but admit it!"

Looking up at the military flag with the word "Yang" on it, Yang Wenguang was a little distracted: "Grandfather, father, your spirits in heaven must bless the Song Dynasty to overcome this disaster and usher in a prosperous and peaceful era..."