Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Before the cold gate, the two armies faced each other.

There were only a few dozen people who really followed Wu Anjun out of the customs, most of them were soldiers who had followed him for a long time, and some unarmed advisers, retainers who served the Lord all their lives.

After standing still, Wu Anjun held the Great Summer Dragon Sparrow and stared at it.

When they were on the city wall, looking at the army cut by Wuyangyang and snow, they knew the gap between the numbers of the two armies.

Not to mention standing on the ground with both feet and feeling the battle with your own eyes.

Not to mention the infantry troops who came to the rear to support, that is, the Xuanqi wearing cold armor, and because of the first battle of the return of the main general, there were thousands of them.

One side has an army of 100,000 people, and the other side has dozens of people.

Before King Yu surrendered, there were still 30,000 troops at Hanmenguan. If they were supported by the rear and concentrated their strength, they could barely gather 100,000 troops. If Da Yuan does not continue to send more reinforcements, and the battle is resolved quickly, this battle is not impossible.

It's a pity that King Yu's surrender of the book completely shattered this possibility.

In all fairness, Wu Anjun was not so unacceptable.

In his entire life, he has never surrendered, and this time he is ready to die. But on the premise that King Yu had already surrendered, there was obviously no need to let the soldiers die in vain.

There was a sound of hooves from inside the Xuanqi.

The black horses were like Moses dividing the red sea. The snow-white horses stepped on the white snow, and their generals had a calm face.

Wu Anjun asked hesitantly: "Is the person who came here the third prince of Dayuan?"

Although riding a thousand miles of divine horses and shining white at night, wearing the iconic white clothes of the third prince of the Great Yuan Dynasty. But whether it was the sword in his hand that was obviously not Qixing Longyuan or the white hair that seemed to be tied up in frost, Jun Wu An did not dare to confirm it directly.

"Exactly." Zong Luo nodded.

He rolled over and dismounted, clasped his fists and said, "Jun Wu An, you have long admired your name."

Zongluo did not insist on not surrendering to Lord Wu'an, but said more about the behavior of going out of the city to challenge.

If he hadn't knocked over the glass of poisoned wine with an arrow, I'm afraid Lord Wu An would have drank it by now. Just like in the previous life, there is no resistance until death.

In other words, both sides are dead.

Kindness does not control the soldiers. Zongluo has led the army to fight for so many years. He has long been accustomed to seeing helplessness.

He admired the integrity of Jun Wu'an, and the nobleness of Jun Wu'an. Also willing to be an opponent, to do the greatest achievement.

"That being the case, it's better to be a teacher, and the leaders of both sides will play."

Zong Luo put forward his own idea: "I have heard the name of the general for a long time, and I am willing to fight for a war!"

Different battles have different ways of fighting.

For example, in the battle of defending the city, it is the confrontation between the siege and the defender. There are also a lot of attention to the formation of the formation. For example, the siege side puts the sword and shield soldiers at the front, and the defender side arranges the archers, all for the knowledge of the generals. .

If the plains are at war, and the two armies confront each other, according to the rules of the previous dynasty, they must first "send the division".

Reaching a teacher is a very ancient and primitive way of fighting, which originated from the rituals of the previous dynasty. The rituals of the previous dynasty collapsed, and the emperor existed in name only, but the rituals and laws were well preserved.

It originally referred to the fact that before the two armies fought, the two sides sent two or three chariots to rush into the local camp with lightning speed to catch a few lucky prisoners back. Or send a single person to ride alone, rush to the front of the formation and swing around, shouting and scolding, trying their best to provoke and boost morale.

Later, with the improvement of etiquette, this barbaric and vulgar way was gradually replaced. Nowadays, most of the divisions referred to refer to the fact that before the two armies fought, each side sent a few generals to fight one-on-one.

The result of the heads-up will have an important morale impact on the ensuing battle between the two armies, and it also has the elegance of a lone hero.

Zongluo's reason for the teacher is very simple.

Surrendering without a fight is equivalent to giving in vain, both from a military and political point of view. Why waste troops if they can win without spending a single pawn?

In the end, it's still for Wu Anjun's face.

Wu Anjun laughed: "Although this old man is old, the treasured sword in his hand is not yet old."

Although people who practice martial arts will age, their martial arts will not regress.

When it comes to martial arts alone, unless it is a martial arts genius with clear bones, the decades of practice for the elderly are definitely not for nothing.

Now that he has accepted the love, he does not hesitate, holding the big summer dragonfinch and saying: "This sword is the big summer dragonfinch, with the head of the sword and the head of the snake, the body of the ancient snake, and the dragonfly decorated in illusion, hence the name."

It's not like the competition between the main generals of the two armies, but it is more like a duel of famous heroes in the rivers and lakes. Before the fight, you have to introduce your weapons to your opponent.

For no reason, Zong Luo remembered the martial arts TV series he watched when he was a child, and responded: "This is the Zhan Lu sword, the hilt is black, so it is called Lu. ."

"Zhanlu Baojian!" Wu Anjun was shocked.

As we all know, the owner of Zhanlu today is Emperor Dayuan, and the sword of the third prince of Dayuan is Qixing Longyuan, which is also one of the top ten famous swords. Now that the third prince is holding the sword of Ren Dao, Zhanlu, without seeing Qixing Longyuan, why is it not surprising.

Wu Anjun sighed with emotion: "For many years, Daxia Longque and Zhanlu have been as famous as swordsmen for a long time. I didn't expect to meet again, which is really amazing."

He looked at the third prince with white hair and white clothes in front of him, and only felt that he seemed to see the ambitious overlord of the future great wilderness... No, not the overlord, but the Ming Jun who opened the dynasty.

Zong Luo smiled.

In the next second, his smile subsided, and his inner strength was mobilized. It suddenly sharpened from the randomness just now, and the momentum was harmonious and happy, as if it was integrated with the sword in his hand, and the hem of his clothes was hunting and rolling.

Zhan Lu is a sword that is extremely majestic and charming. The scabbard and hilt of the sword are obviously thick black, and the light that shines when it is unsheathed is not inferior to the sword of the gentleman, Qixing Longyuan, which is famous for its beauty.

Since it was cast, over the years, scholars and writers have not hesitated to praise it, not only ranking the top ten swords in the world, but also the first sword in the world.

When Zong Luo danced it, it became the only black color on his body except for his pupils, swaying faintly like a lotus pond in the Tianshan Mountains, solitary and murderous.

It was as if back then, a prince who would become a tyrant held it and slaughtered it all over the wild north and south.

At the same time, Wu Anjun's face also became solemn, every gully seemed to describe the traces of the years, and there was a momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers beside him.

"Come!"

Almost at the same time, a little behind their feet, they flew violently, and the tip of the sword with inner strength touched the tip of the sword in the air, shaking off a shock-like air wave.

"boom--"

The falling snow rustled down, as if a blizzard was falling.

......

The battle did not last long.

Soon, with a tuft of falling white hair, Zhan Lu rested on the old general's shoulder under the witness of the two armies.

"This last trick is a beautiful feint!"

Wu Anjun praised: "The future generations are terrifying."

He laughed a few times: "Before the old man goes, I have no regrets on the road to Huangquan if I can win this battle."

"There is only one thing...I have accepted the love of the Third Highness today. If I don't pay it off, I am afraid that I will be very sorry. After thinking about it, there is only one thing that can be used to pay off the debt."

Wu Anjun put the Daxia Longque into the scabbard and offered it with both hands: "This is a treasured sword that has accompanied the old man for many years. It cuts iron like mud, and it is quite easy to use. Although the old man wants to leave, he can't bear to seal it with him. , please don't refuse your Third Highness."

Wu Anjun's remarks are really sincere.

The Great Summer Dragon Sparrow is a famous sword, can it be summed up in a sentence that cuts iron like mud?

Wu Anjun did not twist, and Zong Luo simply took the knife.

Tens of thousands of people watched this scene in silence, as if completing a handover between veterans and newcomers.

The old man finally sighed, and blood slowly dripped from the corner of his mouth, and he fell heavily into the soft snow that had been stepped on during the fight just now.

His stern eyes stared at the sky, and finally took a look at the homeland for which he had fought all his life, slowly and slowly dimmed, and finally closed.

Self-discipline is the most commonly used method of self-discipline for martial arts practitioners.

The advantage is that it is fast, not painful, and relatively simple.

Only Zong Luo's dead brains would really wipe his neck after he committed suicide by giving a sword to Emperor Yuan in his previous life.

After Wu Anjun completely closed his eyes, the retainers who had been crying silently behind him came forward, took the old general's body and returned to the cold gate with the body of his master.

In the past, he was given death by King Yu, openly resisted the decree, and was buried in the ancestral mausoleum.

Soon, however, the Yu Kingdom will also perish and become a piece of the Great Abyss. Wu Anjun can be buried wherever he wants.

The Hanmen Pass opened wide from the moment Wu Anjun left.

In the last life, Hanmenguan fell and surrendered. Before the Dayuan Iron Cavalry could advance too far, King Yu then slipped on his knees and surrendered.

As soon as the Yu Kingdom fell, Da Yuan then sent someone to take over their imperial city. These are all handled by special personnel, not the category that Zong Luo needs to worry about.

It can be said that for Zongluo, the battle of Hanmenguan was just over. Incredibly simple.

It was about two months before he left the imperial city. He took a few days to rest and then went back tomorrow. It would take another month on the road to return to the imperial city... It was almost just in time for the witch sacrifice ceremony.

It is better to say that it is a war, it is better to say that it is a distraction.

Zong Luo whispered to Mu Yuanlong: "You take your elite to go through the process with the envoy."

Mu Yuanlong keenly sensed that His Highness was in a bad mood, and nodded in understanding: "Yes!"

A qualified lieutenant has to do chores well. Mu Yuanlong has been with Zong Luo for many years and has long been familiar with the process.

Almost as soon as he gave the order, he started to do it and prepare the armament.

The soldiers of the Yu Kingdom also put down their weapons, put them aside, and squatted down facing the wall with their heads in their hands.

When Mu Yuanlong was sure that he could lead the troops into the Hanmen Pass and took over the place, when he turned around, the white figure had disappeared.

On the other side, the prince in white turned his head and returned to the barracks.

The mysterious knight who was guarding in front of the military camp saluted, "Your Highness."

Half of the soldiers dispatched to Hanmen Pass and the other half stayed in the barracks in preparation for a surprise attack.

Zong Luo nodded lightly and walked towards the main tent.

Just a second before he opened the curtain, his stagnant expression finally changed a little, and he turned around and left.

So the soldiers guarding the door looked suspiciously at the sight of his Highness again stepping on Zhao Yebai, and moving towards the dust outside the barracks, his back was decisive.

"Why did Your Highness leave without even entering the tent...?"

Xuan Qi scratched his head suspiciously, and suddenly saw a dark red afterimage passing by in front of the stable.

Immediately afterwards, the tied horse raised its hooves high in fright and roared in its mouth.

In just a flash, the uninvited guest in red and white fur rode away on a horse.