The Beacon Record of the Eight Parts of the Dragon [Xiao Feng x Murong Fu colleagues]

"In Khan's mind, the empire is reflected by a desert whose grains of sand are unstable and interchangeable data, and the image of each city and county in the Venetian crossword puzzle is in it Appear."

——Italo Calvino

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After finishing this unpleasant negotiation, Liu Changzuo did not stop when he returned from the Huanqing military camp, summoning the generals of the Jingyuan Army to his tent, and briefly explained the situation, omitting Gao Zunyu's arrogant appearance.

Even so, Guo Cheng and the other young generals were already furious.

"Brothers are working hard all the way, and Gao Zunyu follows behind to reap the rewards. It's a good thing now, he snatched the siege job and left the camp to us. Isn't this an obvious bully!"

"Give me almost a little!" Liu Changzuo sternly stopped when he saw that the more he talked, the worse he looked. "The powerful enemy of Xixia, should not distinguish between you and me, and work together to defeat it. Jingyuan and Huanqing belonged to the same robe, but they have not yet faced the enemy, and there has been a gap inside. How can this be the reason for victory?"

Guo Cheng and the others were stunned and didn't dare to say any more. They each took the order, touched their noses and went to deploy troops resentfully.

From then on, Liu Changzuo really led the Jingyuan army to do camp defense errands wholeheartedly.Occasionally Xixia roaming warriors come to attack, but they are not successful, they will be defeated in one blow, and the battle is over before the rear army comes to help.Going around like this for three days, only collected a few small encounters.

Gao Zunyu did what he said.On the second day, as expected, a group of civilian husbands and soldiers were mobilized to pile up soil under the city at night.Before they were piled up three feet high, the Xixia soldiers who were watching the night noticed the movement, and condescendingly fired arrows, leaving a lot of casualties.

The rest, those who were still alive retreated quietly.The corpses were carried away, the battlefield was cleaned up, and when the sky was bright and the morning light first appeared, it was as if this absurd siege battle, which was doomed to fail from the beginning, had never happened.

Murong Fu heard about the defeat from Liu Changzuo the next day.At that moment Liu Changzuo hid it very well, but Murong Fu clearly saw the shock and intolerance in his eyes.

But so what?Victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs, and death is a very normal thing.There was no order for them to go forward, and no order for them to back off.The Huanqing army remained on hold, while the Jingyuan army lingered around.There is only one huge Lingzhou city, dormant quietly and alone in the desolate wilderness, the banners on the top of the city are changing, occasionally people's shadows flicker, other than that, there is no other movement.It seems that this city has been the only one since ancient times, standing silently and unquestionably between the heaven and the earth.

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The air was filled with damp, sharp, iron-smelling snow.

Guo Cheng led a team of soldiers and walked slowly, patrolling to an uninhabited place.

Suddenly there was a long beep from the sky.Guo Cheng raised his eyes and saw a gray shadow flickering on the deep white winter sky.It was a white falcon, with its wings outstretched, swift and swift, and it was slowly gliding across the sky.

Guo Cheng looked at it for a while, then suddenly stretched his hand to the back, slowly pulled out an iron bone arrow from the arrow stick, took off the black lacquered bow on his shoulder, bent the bow and set the arrow, and aimed at the bird of prey hovering in the sky.

"This eagle has never provoked you, so why not shoot it for no reason."

Guo Cheng was holding his breath and concentrating, ready to go, but he didn't prevent a person from the side to come and say this out loud.Guo Cheng was taken aback, and when he turned his head to look, the person who came was Murong Fu, riding on a horse, looking at him with a slight frown.

"Isn't there nothing to do?" Seeing him coming, Guo Cheng shyly retracted his bow, touched the back of his neck and smiled shyly.

"As far as your accuracy is concerned, you can't waste an arrow." Murong Fu still said calmly, tilting his head slightly, and Yu Ma looked at him quietly.

"It makes me so sulking." Guo Cheng was not angry, and sighed with a smile, "I haven't fought a happy battle in almost ten days."

"There are dust heads in the southeast direction." Murong Fu said plainly. "It's foreign aid from Xixia. Looking at the battle, there are always less than 2 people coming. Liu Qianzhi called you to go and obey orders." Speaking of this, the corner of his mouth finally raised slightly imperceptibly.

"...Let's go."

When Murong Fu and Guo Cheng led his troops to arrive, Liu Changzuo had personally supervised the formation before the formation.At this time, the two armies did not engage in battle, but confronted each other outside the city.There are many banners and flags, the armor is bright, and there is no sound of people. Both sides hold their breath and concentrate, and they are about to explode.

"Who is here?" Murong Fu stared at the opponent's flag for a while, but couldn't see anything.

"I can't see it." Guo Cheng squinted his eyes and looked at the army array spread out in a crescent formation on the opposite side, "I don't understand Xixia script."

Murong Fu turned his head to look at him, and was about to speak, when there was a commotion in the Xixia army formation, dust and smoke rose, and a group of light cavalry galloped out.The leading general looked very brave. He rode a white horse, dressed in white robes and silver armor, and led ten cavalry in a fierce manner. He galloped to the front of the Song army and stood still. provocative gesture.Song Jun was not willing to show weakness, so he yelled back in Chinese loudly, with a few curse words from Xixia mixed in.The Western Army has guarded the border for generations, and they have been at loggerheads with the Xixia Army for a long time. The two armies faced each other, and most of the time they could not understand each other. The enemy's language is a system of swear words, but they can learn quickly, so it is not a disadvantage to speak quickly.

After shouting and cursing for a while, Liu Changzuo suddenly frowned and shouted: "Enough!" He turned his head and looked at the generals: "They are here to disturb the morale of the army and wait for an opportunity to rush into the formation. However, it is not proper to scold each other before the formation. Which one of you will go?" Cut him off the horse?"

Guo Cheng and Murong Fu looked at each other, knowing each other's intentions, they both urged their horses to move forward and get out of the crowd.

The team of light cavalry saw that the front of the Song army suddenly separated, and two young generals galloped out. One was heroic and the other was handsome.

Mr. Murong's Wen Tao and Wu Lue, although he doesn't understand the Han family's songs and prose, for the purpose of restoring the country, he also knows a few Western Xia scripts, but he has never heard of such vulgar words, and he listened patiently for a long time, but still couldn't understand .At this time, Guo Cheng didn't know which sentence suddenly angered him, he slapped his horse and galloped forward, and began to scold those people in Xixia language.

"Guo Cheng! Guo Cheng!" Murong Fu yelled twice before stopping him, "Didn't you say you don't understand Xixia?"

"I understand swear words." Guo Cheng still stared at the other party with hatred, his face full of anger.

"What are they scolding?" Murong Fu already guessed, most of the words were aimed at himself, and most of them were not good words.

Sure enough, Guo Cheng's expression froze, and he smiled wryly, "It's just those silly words, nothing else."

Murong Fu's heart was clear, he sneered, stretched out his hand, he took the black lacquer bow straddling Guo Cheng's shoulder, and smoothly pulled out an arrow from the arrow stick beside his saddle.

That black lacquer bow is the standard eight-stone bow of the generals of the Song Army. It cannot be opened without strong arm strength, but in his hands, it is like a small bamboo bow for children's games. strength.He bent his bow and set an arrow, his left hand was like Mount Totai, and his right hand was like holding a baby.

Seeing this handsome young man gently pull an eight-stone bow away without any effort, everyone in Xixia was startled, because people in their hearts can't be judged by their appearance, they actually underestimated him just now.At this time, seeing the arrow pointing at him, the white-robed general involuntarily shrank his head on the horse, but unexpectedly Murong Fuyuan's move was false, seeing him dodging, he turned around abruptly, flipped the bow and arrow with lightning speed, and turned his head forward The chest was switched to the back, and an arrow was shot with the backhand, like a shooting star chasing the moon, it shot out.

This arrow was going extremely fast, with a faint sound of piercing through the air, but its destination was not a person, but aimed at a handsome flag flying in front of the Xixia army formation.When the arrow hits, only a few sounds of "cracking" are heard, and the flagpole with a height of more than ten feet and a thickness of a bowl slams down, causing the people under the banner to back away, and a cloud of dust is stirred up.

Murong Fu succeeded with one arrow, and immediately retracted the bow.

"This man is vulgar, I don't bother to fight with him."

He said indifferently, turned the horse's head, and knocked on the horse's belly, urging it to trot, and the moment it passed Guo Cheng, he gently threw the bow and arrow in his hand at him. "It's time to trust me."

He didn't even look at that team anymore, and turned directly to the Song Army formation.

Guo Cheng caught the bow and arrow thrown over, smiled, put it away as it was, and then shook the long gun in his hand, his face became serious, and he shouted:

"Come up and teach me!"

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In the evening, the long-awaited heavy snow finally fell.

When Qiao Feng led a team of galloping horses to meet up with Murong Fu who was fighting in front of the city, the snow was falling like a goose feather, covering the fresh wound on his forehead, and the blood-stained armor was stuck with blood, Never wipe it off again.

Xixia coach Liu Changzuo shot an arrow in the arm and fled with injuries.Seeing this, Murong Fu led a hundred cavalrymen, chased Yu Yong of Xixia who was fleeing all the way, and forced his way into the city.

When Qiao Feng arrived, the situation was over.A group of dead men kept Murong Fu and his party outside the city, bought a precious moment, and covered the Xixia coach and his party to escape into the city.

"Murong!" Qiao Feng couldn't help being startled when he saw Murong Fu rushing left and right among the broken soldiers, his eyes were already red-eyed.

He rode his horse and rushed forward, shouted loudly, concentrated his strength on his arms, and made a move of "Cloud Crossing the Qinling Mountains", with the long knife slashing one by one, with a sound of "Dang", he swung away the long sword that Murong Fu had slashed at him, He clasped the bridle of his mount with one hand, and tugged hard: "Enough! Call back!"

Murong Fu missed a hit, and when he heard this on horseback, he was stunned for a moment, staring fixedly at Qiao Feng for a while, then he seemed to wake up suddenly, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Leave Rendo Dingling!"

"Our army killed seven thousand enemies, handed over two general seals, and two hundred horses." Qiao Feng persuaded earnestly. "We won this battle. Liu Qianzhi sent me to bring orders to you. Call back."

"That guy was shot by an arrow in his arm, and he escaped!" Murong Fu said angrily, as if he had never heard of it, "I just saw him retreating into Lingzhou City with his remnant soldiers. If there is more benevolence in this trip, People like Ding Ling preside over the city defense..."

He hesitated to speak, closed his eyes, and let out a long sigh. It seemed that his whole strength was exhausted in an instant, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".