Yang Fan had been very angry recently. It was about marriage. In recent years, he also realized that Fan Lihua was unwilling to marry him. Every time he sent someone to propose to her, she would always be rejected. Later, he sent people to inquire. Most of the old Fan family agreed to this marriage. Only Fan Lihua and her mother did not agree. Fan Lihua even left home in a fit of anger. Yang Fan secretly laughed in his heart,'Just because I can't get a wife, but I don't want anyone else. I have to marry you.'”Recently, he heard that Fan Lihua killed her father and brother, offered Hanjiang Pass, and betrothed her life to Tang Ying Second Marshal Xue Dingshan. Yang Fan was so angry that he flipped in the room. He thought to himself,'Fan Lihua, you like the new and hate the old. You've fallen in love with the white-faced girl. There's no need to ask. Xue Dingshan must have used his tricks to seduce you with his face.' I want to see you dog couple, I want to kill you all, skin you alive, gouge out your eyes and light the sky lamp! Yang Fan seemed to have gone crazy these days. He was angry for no reason and was looking forward to Tang Bing coming. Today, he came. He saw that the Tang army had suffered some losses when they attacked the city, and his heart brightened a little. As soon as the Tang soldiers retreated, he locked the switch and took the lead. He rushed to the front of the two armies and met Zhou Qing. He saw that the Tang general was wearing an iron helmet, iron armor, black robe, and a big black horse. He held a three-stop saber in his hand and was not much shorter than him. He pointed at the enemy with his sword and said,"Hey, who are you?"”Zhou Qing laughed coldly." If you want to ask me, I'm the commander of the army. I'm Zhou Qing, the vanguard of the front.”"Hahaha, where did this Zhou Qing come from? You're a nobody. Move the potatoes for me! You have a Xue Dingshan there, right? If you ask Xue Dingshan to go out, I have a feud with him. I must personally take his dog life. I don't have any grudges against you, Zhou. I don't need to fight you. Quickly call Xue Dingshan over." Zhou Qing looked at him. This guy was really barbaric. It was as if an adult was nagging a child. "Who are you?" Zhou Qing was furious. "I am Yang Fan." "Ah, you are Yang Fan!" Zhou Qing thought to himself," It's really annoying. No wonder Miss Fan doesn't want to marry you. Who wants to be with a ghost?" Zhou Qing was also a person with a fiery temper. If he said something wrong, he would start to move. He urged his horse to swing the three-stop saber and go straight for Yang Fan."Ugly ghost, if you beat me, Xue Dingshan will naturally come.”A cold light came slashing at him. Yang Fan dodged to the side and swung his Ban Men saber. The two of them fought. As soon as they fought, Zhou Qing felt that something was wrong. He realized that Yang Fan's horse was fast and his knife was sharp. His strength was not as great as Yang Fan's. His knife was not as sharp as Yang Fan's. His horse was not as fast as Yang Fan's. These three points were insufficient. The victor was immediately revealed. Zhou Qing was so tired that his armor was slanted and his soft robe was loose. Each move was not as good as the last. After more than a dozen moves, two horses crossed each other. Yang Fan used the Death Blade. He flipped his wrist and the blade faced back as he slashed at Zhou Qing. Although Zhou Qing knew that it was not good, he could not dodge in time. With a " kacha " sound, Zhou Qing's head fell to the ground and his corpse fell under the horse. Yang Fan reined in the horse and lifted Zhou Qing's head with the tip of his knife. He shook it at the Tang camp."Did you see that? This is your end. Which one of you is going to die!"
When Marshal Xue Rengui saw Zhou Qing's death, he could not help but feel his vision go black. His chest heated up, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The generals rushed forward and rescued the marshal. Someone rushed forward to snatch Zhou Qing's corpse back.
Before Xue Rengui could dispatch his men, Zhou Wen, Zhou Wu, and Xue Xiantu, the three deputies under Zhou Qing's command, had their eyes turn red with anxiety. They urged their mounts to charge at Yang Fan like arrows. "Ugly ghost, give me your life!" Two guns and a knife surrounded Yang Fan. Yang Fan laughed out loud." How many more do you have? If you're willing to die, all of you come. Today, I'll take in all of you."”He brandished the Door Closing Blade and fought against the three generals. After more than ten rounds, not only were the three of them unable to defeat Yang Fan, but they were also gradually unable to withstand it. Yang Fan first used a left and right bow. Puff!" Zhou Wen and Zhou Wu were chopped off their horses, killing them on the spot. Seeing that things were not looking good, Xue Xiantu turned his horse and fled. Yang Fan hung his saber and reached out for his bow. He pulled out a three-edged armor-piercing awl and with a crack, he pulled the bow in a circle. He casually shot an arrow at Xue Xiantu's throat. Xue Xiantu cried out and fell off his horse. Half of the three generals died. The Tang camp generals were all shocked and quickly snatched the three corpses back. Xue Rengui had fainted again.
Xue Rengui finally understood, as if he was possessed by a demon."All of you, observe the enemy's formation for me.”Cheng Yaojin looked at him." Don't, don't. Rengui, you just spat out blood. You can't go to this battlefield no matter what. There are so many battle generals. Who can't go?”"Old man, this is a battlefield. Don't say anything else.”Xue Rengui kicked his feet against the Flying Tiger's Phalberd and urged his horse forward. He swung the Lone Dragon Halberd and arrived in front of Yang Fan's horse. Yang Fan looked at Xue Rengui carefully. He saw that he was wearing a handsome helmet with three forks on his head, hugging his ears to protect his neck, hugging seaweed embroidered with eight treasures, tightly wrapped with gold nails, wearing bright silver armor with nine swallowing eighteen circles, shoulder swallowing beasts on both shoulders, mouth swallowing beasts on the bottom, sea swallowing beasts in the middle, three layers of inverted fish tail, phoenix skirt covering his legs, tiger head battle boots, pair of golden stirrups, wearing a plain robe, riding a white dragon horse, holding a painted golden halberd in his hand, carrying a whip on his back, his face like a silver basin, three locks of black beard, and his eyebrows divided into eight colors. His eyes were bright like stars, and he sat on his horse as steady as Mount Tai.
When Yang Fan saw this, he also secretly raised his finger,""Hey, who are you?”"Xue Rengui!" "Ah! You are the Grand Marshal, Pingxi Prince Xue Rengui?”"That's right!" "Xue Dingshan is your son? Old Xue's family is my enemy. Xue Rengui, give me your life!" Yang Fan did not allow any explanation. He rode his horse and brandished his saber, pressing down like Mount Tai, slashing at Xue Rengui's beam. Xue Rengui held his halberd horizontally to parry the attack. This saber hit the halberd's shaft. With a clang, Marshal Xue almost fell off his horse. Because his health had not been good recently, and Yang Fan's strength was too great, so he was like this. However, in order to avenge his brothers, Marshal Xue gritted his teeth and did not flinch. He shook his halberd and continued to charge forward and fight with Yang Fan. On one side was the Great Marshal of the Tang Army, and on the other side was the General of the White Tiger Pass in Western Liang. The leaders of the two sides bumped into each other, so the soldiers of the two sides fought hard for their leaders. They wished they could beat the war drums and shout until their throats were hoarse. The two of them fought for more than fifty rounds without a winner. Xue Li thought to himself, I might as well use the whip in my halberd to defeat him. Thinking of this, he shook his halberd and stepped up his attack, stabbing at Yang Fan's neck. Yang Fan tilted his head to the left and dodged the halberd. Xue Rengui took advantage of the moment when the two horses crossed stirrels to put the halberd in his left hand and stretched out his arm to pull out the whip from the deerskin cover. This whip of his weighed 32 pounds, and when he swung it, one string per pound was equivalent to 320 pounds of weight. With a backhand whip, he whipped towards the back of Yang Fan's head. Yang Fan was indeed a general. He had eyes and ears. Although he didn't know what to use to hit him, he knew that Xue Rengui had won him with a clever trick. It was too late to look back. Yang Fan quickly shrunk his neck and hid his head. He lowered his head, raised his shoulder, and put his broadsword behind his back. He leaned on the horse with all his strength. Xue Rengui's whip missed. The whip hit the back of the helmet, making an ear-piercing sound. It hit the helmet and made stars fly everywhere. Yang Fan was scared out of his wits. The warhorse fell off its horse, and it was sent flying more than a hundred steps away. He brought the warhorse and touched the back of his head. His helmet was broken, but fortunately, his head was not injured. This time, Yang Fan was anxious." Xue Rengui, good. You are the Grand Marshal. How dare you use a hidden weapon to hurt people? I won't let you off."”He urged his horse to dance with his knife and rushed to Xue Rengui to kill him. Xue Rengui hated that his whip was too high. If he had moved two inches lower, the back of his head would have been cut off. He picked up the whip and swung the halberd, still fighting with Yang Fan.
The two of them fought for more than ten rounds. Yang Fan thought in his heart, you know how to use bits and pieces, I know better than you. It seems that I can't win against Xue Rengui with this blade, so I might as well use hidden weapons to win against him. At the thought of this, he put the saber in his left hand and reached out his arm to pull out the throwing knife from behind. He realized that Xue Rengui was relatively close to him. He estimated that Xue Rengui was about thirty feet away from him, and he could reach him with his strength. He then used his fingers to clamp the tassel of the flying knife. Weng, he pulled it out and shook his wrist. With a " chi " sound, a cold light flew towards Xue Rengui's face. Xue Rengui is very diligent. Pay attention. Seeing Yang Fan's shoulder move, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes. He quickly lay down on the horse, and the saber flew over his head and landed in front of the two armies. Marshal Xue raised his head." Whoosh!" The second round arrived. Xue Rengui quickly turned his face to the side, and the flying knife brushed past the tip of his nose. Yang Fan carried twelve throwing knives, one left and one right. When he hit the seventh knife, Xue Rengui didn't dodge. With a pu sound, it pierced more than two inches deep. Xue Rengui was wearing three layers of heavy armor. There was a heart armor inside, a golden chain armor in the middle, and a large leaf golden armor outside. Only the shoulder was the joint, and the two arms had to be shaken, so the armor was thin. Yang Fan only chose these places to attack. Xue Rengui did not care about the depth. As a general, he could survive. However, after the knife stabbed into him, he felt pain first, followed by numbness. He felt that half of his body was numb from his toes to the top of his head. Marshal Xue knew that it was not good."My life is over. No matter what, I can't fall into their hands.”He gritted his teeth. His feet knocked against the flying tiger's tail, and he turned his horse's head back to his team. Yang Fan was reluctant to give up. He rode his horse and brandished his saber as he chased after them. Cheng Yaojin ordered the bow to shoot arrows, and the arrows rained down, blocking Yang Fan.
Marshal Xue came to the front of the team and fell off his horse, unconscious. Cheng Yaojin saw that the generals were dead and the marshal was injured. It was difficult to guarantee his life and death. There was no way to fight this battle. He discussed with the generals and quickly withdrew his troops. The gate was closed, and the sign of exemption from battle hung high.
Yang Fan won five rounds in a row and was proud of himself. He thought, Although I didn't kill Xue Rengui personally, he definitely won't live. Yang Fan was satisfied. He ordered his soldiers to pick up the flying knives on the ground and return to White Tiger Pass.
After the Tang army withdrew their troops, they wrapped the bodies of Zhou Qing and the other three in their battle robes and placed them on the bed. They stopped in the empty tent. The injured soldiers all went to treat their injuries. After Marshal Xue was carried back, more than a dozen military doctors surrounded the hospital bed. They took off their helmets and armor in a flurry, revealing the wound. When the doctors saw it, they all grinned. The blood that flowed out of the wound was black, similar to ink, and had a pungent smell. The knife was still stabbed into it. Why didn't he pull out the knife? Because he hadn't seen through it yet, he couldn't act casually in the past. After the dozen military doctors finished reading, they frowned. They knew that he had been poisoned. What kind of poison? They wiped off a piece of black blood and carefully identified it. They smelled it again, but they still could not tell. "How are your injuries?" Cheng Yaojin asked.”"Returning Duke, the Marshal was poisoned by a flying knife. His injuries aren't serious, but the poison is powerful.”"Is there a way?" "Let's try." After some discussion, the military doctor gave a prescription. He first let the marshal take the antidote and then pulled out the flying knife. The wound was like a small hole, right in the middle of the acupoint. He also applied painkillers and antidotes. After more than four hours, he finally calmed down, but the marshal was still unconscious. The emperor also sighed.
Everyone discussed how to fight this battle. Should they retreat and wait for the general to recover before fighting, or what should they do? There was a lot of discussion on the altar, but nothing could be done. Cheng Yaojin said,"Your Majesty, I think if you want to defeat Yang Fan, you must have Xue Dingshan." However, Ding Shan was useless. He lost his official position and served in the labor camp! Your Majesty, why don't you just write an imperial edict and pardon him from the Lao Military Camp? Tell him to atone for his sins and make contributions. He must win Yang Fan and save his father. Otherwise, he will be severely punished. What do you think?”"That's right. Your words have reminded me of something. I'll read the decree now.”The emperor raised his brush and passed the edict to Cheng Yaojin. Old Cheng got on his horse, carried the imperial edict, and rushed to the barracks with his men.
The Lao camp was fifteen miles away from the enemy. There were soldiers guarding it like a prisoner. When Old Cheng arrived, the deputy general quickly welcomed him. "Where does Xue Dingshan work?" Cheng Yaojin asked.”"Returning Duke, Xue Dingshan is in the third camp of the first eight tents.”"Please lead the way. I want to see him.”When Old Cheng arrived at the place, he was angry and distressed. It turned out that Xue Dingshan was hammering iron. This place specialized in making arrowheads, which was the most tiring job. He set a number for them, and they couldn't sleep if they couldn't make enough. Why did he put Xue Dingshan here? This was the marshal's intention. Wherever it was tough and tiring, he would go to work. Who would dare to disobey! Xue Dingshan's small face was dark, and his nose and eyes were also black. He was wearing an apron and sweating profusely. He was holding a hammer in his hand and was knocking on it. "General Xue, please wash your hands. The Duke of Lu is here to see you."”Xue Dingshan looked up and saw that it was Cheng Yaojin. He was still a little unconvinced, but he didn't dare to do so. He quickly ran over and bowed to Cheng Yaojin."Grandpa, why do you have the time to come here to see me?”"Can I not look? I miss you. Go and wash your little face. I have something to talk to you about.”"Hey." Xue Dingshan finished washing his face and took off his apron. Cheng Yaojin led him to a place where no one was around and held Xue Dingshan's hand."Do you know that the two armies are fighting?”"I heard that the battle was fierce.”"Do you know what exactly is going on?”"I don't know about that. I can't hear any news in this place.”"Son, I'll tell you the truth. Zhou Qing, Zhou Wen, Zhou Wu, and Xue Xiantu, your four uncles have all died.”"What? Who killed him? How did he die?" "They died in Yang Fan's hands. It was tragic enough. Yang Fan slashed and shot, and the four of them died. Don't be anxious. Your father is also going to battle.”"So what if my father goes to battle?" "I came to tell my son about this. In the beginning, your father and Yang Fan were evenly matched. Later on, Yang Fan, this kid, used a poisonous flying knife and injured my father. We returned with a great defeat. Now, your father is unconscious and his life is on the verge of death.”
When Xue Dingshan heard this, he let out an " Aiya " and stamped his feet and pounded his chest. Tears fell from his eyes. This was what it meant to be a mother and son. No matter how his father punished him or beat him, he was still his father. When Xue Dingshan heard this news, he was in great pain."Grandpa, you must think of a way to save my father.”"Do I even need you to say that? He is not only your father, but also the marshal of the country. Even if the emperor does not want to give up the country, he has to save him. However, no one had any idea how to save him. They were taking the medicine and waiting there to see how things developed. Perhaps he would recover, but perhaps he would not be able to keep his life. Seeing this, I thought of you. If you were an obedient child, would your father be where he is today? It was enough for him to command the troops in front of the two armies. Was there a need for him to fight personally? You're so old that you're so angry that you're sick. Before you started fighting, you kept vomiting blood. I saw him crying! Ding Shan, you're a son. Are you worthy of your father? " You should pat your conscience and think about it. You're the culprit for your father's plight." Xue Dingshan had nothing to say at this time. He was filled with regret and hatred. He squatted there and hugged his head as he cried. "Don't cry. What's the use of crying? I have something to tell my son. Xue Dingshan, accept the decree!" As soon as he heard the order, Xue Dingshan quickly stood up and tidied his clothes, then knelt down. Cheng Yaojin opened the imperial edict. He didn't know how to read, so he explained the general idea. It meant that Xue Dingshan should be pardoned from the military camp first, so that he could atone for his sins and make contributions. Xue Dingshan kowtowed on the ground. Long live!" Cheng Yaojin pulled him up." Pack your things and follow me."”
Xue Dingshan rode his horse and Old Cheng brought him to the front. Xue Dingshan changed his clothes and looked at his father's injuries first. When he arrived at the room, he saw Xue Rengui lying on the bed, stiff as a corpse. Xue Dingshan strode to the bed and separated the military doctors from each other. He wanted to cry. The military doctors shook their heads and waved their hands at him, indicating that they did not want him to alert the marshal. Xue Dingshan endured his grief and pulled up the blanket. Seeing that his father's entire body was swollen, he knew that his injuries were particularly serious. He turned around and pulled Cheng Yaojin."Grandpa, did Yang Fan hit you?”"How can that be wrong?" "I want to rush to the front of the two armies and capture Yang Fan alive to avenge my father. Come on! Bring the horse and raise the spear!"
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