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The First Champion Chapter 649

Today's Huanglong Mansion has also been built into a military state, which is filled with elite soldiers from various Jurchens.

As for the Shangjing Mansion in the rear, they were already unable to take care of it. The people flocking to the grassland were trying to restore Shangjing under the banner of Khitan.

A Guda put all his eggs in one basket, and wanted to fight the Song Army in the Zhongjing Mansion. If he won, the enemy behind him would be the fat meat that came to his door.

Now that Jin Guo's power has almost been assembled, there is little room for reinforcement for Jurchen in the future.

But the background behind Da Song allowed them to continue to become stronger, so Aguda made a decisive decision and fought a decisive battle recently.

Every decision he made, from the perspective of God, is undoubtedly wise.

It's a pity that facing an enemy like the Central Plains Dynasty, you can't win by being wise.

As long as the Central Plains Dynasty doesn't use too many stupid tricks, the foreign race has no chance of defeating him.

It is useless to let you be the pride of the generation, the hero of the prairie, or the overlord of the northern border.

The vast mountains were lush and green, Wanyan Zongpan looked back at the Huanglong Mansion, behind the Huanglong Mansion was the deep mountain where the Jurchens had fished for generations.

The white mountains and black waters bred ferocious beasts.

Mashi Liaodong is a tall horse, a bear is a brown bear with the worst temper, a tiger is the biggest tiger, and a human is the most ferocious Jurchen in the world today.

They have been silent for hundreds of years. At this time, this generation broke out and killed the north.

Countless Liao people became their slaves and drove them away like dogs and sheep. The noble women became their slaves and abused them wantonly. They enjoyed a lot of big cities, big counties, and extravagant palaces.

Now, to face a more powerful enemy, Wanyan Zongpan suddenly felt a little tragic for some reason.

Wanyan Zongpan felt a little hairy. It is said that wild beasts, when they are about to die, will have a sense, how could he have...

He smirked, cursed secretly, turned his head and pulled the rein to continue moving forward.

Behind him, female true cavalry one by one, their bodies are like millstones, marching on horseback.

The Jurchen Tartars cherish their horses the most, many even more than their relatives.

It was cold, and if they snatched thick cotton coats, they would usually wrap them on the horses.

Nowadays, most of these Tartars have two or three war horses, and they take turns riding them, and they refuse to put all the burden on one horse.

Daliao's countless resources armed these few warriors, so that they even had the strength to fully arm their horses to form the terrifying kidnapper horses and iron stupas.

This group of people, not only did not revitalize the ancient road in the deep mountain, but seemed to embellish the desolation and loneliness of this place.

On Mount Ma Yu, the wind and sand had calmed down.

There are more than a dozen "spaceships" floating high above, equipped with increasingly sophisticated telescopes, which can clearly see the situation in a radius of ten miles.

In the barracks on the top of the mountain, the instructor was giving lessons to the big soldiers, and the sound of hundreds of people reading aloud came from time to time.

People from Yao Pingzhong's first battalion were stationed on the west side of the mountain. When they heard the recitation above, they all smiled, full of sarcasm.

They have been fighting abroad all year round, and they hardly have a moment to rest, so the teaching is not as popular as other arms.

Holding the steel helmet in his hand, Yang Keshi glanced at the distance, spit out the grass stalk in his mouth, and said in a loud voice: "We Xijun, how can we be suppressed by someone, and our drum sticks are knocked up?" .”

Yao Pingzhong, who was lying on the grass basking in the sun, heard this, a carp stood up straight, laughed and took the waist drum from the soldiers, stood on a high place and started beating.

Little Taiwei Yao Pingzhong is not only the commander of the Western Army, but also the popularity of the Western Army, all the soldiers shouted happily.

Yang Keshi waved the white spear in his hand and directed the soldiers to sing.

After a while, a majestic singing voice came from the West Army Camp, overwhelming all the voices in this world.

"Take the twelve prefectures of Shanxi first, and other elements will attack the Yatou. Looking back, Qinsai is as low as a horse, and gradually the Yellow River flows straight north.

The might of the sky crosses the Yellow River, and the thousands of Qiang people perform Han songs.Moyan Hengshanshui flowed backwards, and went from the teaching west to be Enbo.

The horse-tailed huqin follows the Han chariot, and the sound of the tune is still self-pitying Shanyu.Bow your bow and don't shoot the geese in the clouds, the geese don't memorize books now. "

The Great Wall Corps on the top of the mountain had many supporters, and most of them were Qin Long soldiers.

Yanzhao Han'er in Zongze's formation was not convinced, and soon someone took the lead, and began to sing loudly.

They beat each other with their weapons as musical instruments, and their voices were low and desolate:

"A young man armed with a sword and an arrow, he was under his command to garrison Youzhou. Yanzhao soldiers and horses, only see the ancient hills.

Looking north from the Great Wall, thousands of miles away Di Qiu.On the day of triumph, the husband has turned white. "

In the camp of the main general, Wang Xuan wanted to go out to stop him, but Zong Ze stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Boss, it's teaching time, if you keep singing like this, won't it delay the daily teaching?"

Zongze Nianxu smiled and said: "Teachers, let soldiers know why to fight, dare to die before the battle, and not be timid when encountering the enemy. This... is the best teaching."

In Songzhou City, Cui Hongxu was very nervous, and was led to meet Yang Lin, the Young Master of Song Dynasty.

What he did recently was clearly aimed at rebelling against Yang Ziqian, but Yang Ziqian was single-handedly supported by the young master Yang Lin, and even took Yang Lin's surname.

The Li family of Inju, a prominent family in Goryeo, did not even want the clan's surname.

Cui Hongxu was told today that the young master wanted to see him, which really scared him a lot.

When he came to the heavily guarded other courtyard in Songzhou, Cui Hongxu saw a young man in black and short-sport punching in the courtyard.

Cui Hongxu secretly thought in his heart that this person must be Yang Lin, so he looked carefully.

His every move is very gentle, not like the martial arts of fighting on the battlefield.

The most popular in the Song Dynasty was the Taizu Changquan handed down by Zhao Kuangyin. This boxing method is strong and powerful, and many Koreans also practiced it.

Yang Shaozai didn't seem to have any killing intent in this way, and Yuhou next to him smiled and said: "Just wait a moment, Shaozai has already hit the sixth form, and there is only one more to complete."

Cui Hongxu nodded quickly and said with a smile, "Thank you, General, for leading the way."

Lu Qian shook his head with a smile and stopped talking.

Cui Hongxu was not very interested in boxing, especially this soft-looking boxing. He began to think in his heart, what would Yang Shaozai ask himself later.

If he helps Yang Ziqian and that rebel put pressure on him, what should he do? His power is the nearly 20 Koryo civilian husbands. Song people said that they would be destroyed by themselves, which is as simple as cutting off food.

As long as the boxing young man in front of him wants to help Yang Ziqian, he won't be able to cause any disturbances by himself.

Chapter 722 Piety

After punching, Yang Lin took the towel from the soldiers and wiped his face casually, then walked towards Cui Hongxu.