Vol 4 Chapter 29: 3 Young Master's Sword

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The next day the army was about to attack Omi. Wu Sangui unloaded his armor and slept with his sword under the pillow. Chen Yuanyuan couldn't sleep, quietly got up and put on Diaoqiu, walked out of the account, looked at the snow in the sky, and chanted the word.
Outside the curtain
Looking off the Jiangnan Hualuoqiaobian Post
Chuan is full of green and blue dew, weeping, and always remembering to the end of the world
Silence
I hate this body forever, and I lose my wings
A song of Zhangtai heart restrained 　 the mountains and rivers are broken to nowhere.
This word expresses Chen Yuanyuan’s aspirations. The country is ruined and the family is ruined. The life and death of her beloved lover is unclear. She was sent and sent as goods and robbed. Tian Hongyu, Chongzhen, Liu Zongmin, Wu Sangui, these men looked at their eyes like a hungry wolf staring at a fat sheep. It is hard for a woman to save her life in the troubled times. She has seen the wives and daughters of the officials and eunuchs of the capital city be taken into the army by thieves. As a prostitute, after Li Zicheng's defeat, these women became a drag on the march. They were killed directly and abandoned on the side of the road. They were already ready to die, but they were unexpectedly found by Wu Sangui in the chaos army.
Sangui is a young hero, a southerner who looks to the north, he is handsome and gentle, but he has a good martial arts. He used to enter and exit seven times in the enemy line. It is comparable to Zhao Zilong. He became a military officer at the age of 27. I am also very affectionate. Everyone in the world said that the general was angry and turned into a beauty. Sangui opened Shanhaiguan for himself and introduced the Qing army into the customs. But Chen Yuanyuan knew that Wu Sangui was not the kind of man who could abandon Jiangshan for a woman. , He is just desperate.
But what about this, the world is in chaos, and it is enough to have an upright man to protect and cherish oneself.
With a sigh, the snow fell even more urgently.
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Three hours ago, Liu Yanzhi and the others successfully landed on the opposite bank of the Huaijiang River. Looking back at the top of Cuiwei Mountain, the party patriotic was heartbroken: "Well, it's dangerous to cross the cabin."
The working method of the traversing module is similar to that of the space shuttle. Although it can go back and forth multiple times, it is limited to time anchors and reference time and space, and cannot go to other time anchors arbitrarily. This time there is an error, and God knows what went wrong.
"Perhaps it was destroyed during the Song Dynasty." Guan Lu said.
Liu Yan retorted: "Impossible. It won't be broken if you shoot with a gun. A few farmers in the Song Dynasty can break it with a twice? In my opinion, there are too many things, overloaded, and fall halfway at the end of the Ming Dynasty."
Guan Lu said ashamed: "Professor Party, isn't it really because I bought too many things?"
Dang Paiguo Road: "Of course not. I will not be able to find out the cause for a while, but I am confident that we will go back. It shouldn't be too late, Yanzhi, do you have the ability to fly with the transit cabin?"
Liu Yan knew what he meant, shook his head and said: "I can probably carry it, but the weight of the transit cabin will counteract the anti-gravity, and it will not fly. If I carry it on the ground, I will not be able to defend myself and will be slaughtered. ."
Dang Aiguo nodded: "Understood, you first go scouting to see where they got the transit cabin. Let's meet at the long pavilion ten miles outside of Jinjiang City."
Liu Yanzhi flew back to Cuiwei Mountain again and saw the Qing army transporting the transit module down the mountain. He did not stop him, and determined the position of the transit module in the camp before returning.
Qin ruled a long pavilion for ten miles and a short pavilion for five miles. Later, the long pavilion became synonymous with the place of farewell. Basically, there will be long pavilions outside the big cities. Of course, the distance from the city does not have to be ten miles. Liu Yan walked straight through the snow and saw a pavilion in the shadow of the shadow from a distance, but there was no figure inside or outside.
Could it be that the Party Patriotic and the others have gone a bit? He used the radio to contact the other party, but there was no response. Liu Yanzhi couldn't help being alert and listened carefully. In the screaming north wind, he heard the breathing of many people deliberately suppressed, and there was an ambush!
Perhaps Dang Aiguo and others were captured, Liu Yanzhi deliberately cast himself into the trap, and calmly stepped forward. When the Changting Pavilion was still five steps away, someone yelled, and suddenly a dozen people stood up in the surrounding snow, all dressed in clothes. The swordsmen with hats on their heads lurked in the heavy snow for a long time. After they stood up, there were more than a dozen shocking black holes in the snow.
No one spoke, and a big net threw directly at Liu Yan. He didn't resist, so he caught it.
The swordsmen tied Liu Yanzhi's five flowers with ropes, and four people carried him to the near river mansion. The group of people were all Han people with hair buns. They should be the lurking posts set up by the Ming army outside the city. The heavy snow gradually stopped in the middle of the night. When the group came to the city, they raised lanterns on the wall and the password was correct. Then they put down a hanging basket and hung Liu Yan straight up.
Liu Yan was hung to the top of the city and looked around. There were black holes on the city wall. It looked like an undefended city, but there were a large number of soldiers hidden in the darkness, with knives, spears, bows, and arrows.
"What are you looking at!" someone scolded. Two tall soldiers pinched Liu Yanzhi on the left and the other, and escorted him to the enemy building. They all wore high-topped metal bowls and helmets, clanging armor, long knives and bows and arrows hanging from their waists, and they were dressed as regular soldiers of the Ming Dynasty.
The enemy tower is a tower on the city wall to defend against the enemy. Its scale is proportional to the overall size of the city. The Zhengyangmen tower in Beijing is magnificent, with four or five stories high. The enemy tower in the small county town is just a small house. Jinjiang Mansion is a medium-sized city. The perimeter of the city is twenty-five miles long, the high walls are thick, and the water of the Huai River surrounds it as a moat. It can be regarded as a strong city. Its enemy building has two floors and is spacious. The building is where the Chinese army of the city defense commander is located. There was a charcoal brazier, the weapon rack was filled with axes, hooks and forks, and a handsome tiger-skin chair was placed in the center, and the seat was empty.
The Qing army soldiers approached the city, and the guards of the Jinjiang Mansion were able to do well in the face of danger and command properly. They also arranged secret posts outside the city to deal with the Qing army's meticulous work. These alone can be called one in the chaos of the late Ming Dynasty. The number one person, Liu Yan would really like to meet this general.
After a while, a young man walked in the door, looked up at Liu Yanzhi, and asked, "Your Excellency is Liu Yanzhi?"
"Exactly." Liu Yan looked at the opponent straight, wearing a white dark-flowered splendid shirt, a jade belt around his waist, a seven-star sword hanging on his head, a hair tie on his head, and a trembling red velvet hydrangea. At the age of seven or eight, he is clearly an armed version of Jia Baoyu.
"Quickly untie it," the boy ordered.
Liu Yan straightforwardly showed his heart, and said: "I'll do it myself." His arms were slightly hardened, the hemp rope was broken, and the boy's face was surprised: "Mr. Dang is true, your Excellency is really a fairy, the life and death of 100,000 people in Jinjiang Mansion , It’s on your Excellency, please be respected by me."
Liu Yanzhi held on to the young man who bowed down and said: "Wait a minute, I am still confused, where are my three companions?"
Juvenile said: "The three gentlemen have already arranged to eat at the post, Mr. Dang said you can come there, I am here to pick you up specially."
Now Liu Yan was relieved, the party patriot, the big flicker, was so dizzy that he was not ashamed of his title as a professor of history, and said: "Also, go have two glasses of wine together."
The young man waved his hand and offered Diao Qiu from others. He did not put it on himself, but put it on Liu Yan's shoulders, saying: "This cloak is made of silver fox fur. It was bought by my father in Liaodong for many years, and he gave it to him today. Lord, keep out the cold."
Liu Yan smiled straight and said, "I don't need this."
The young man took back the Greatcloak in a somewhat hesitant manner, but he was too embarrassed to put it on himself. The two went out of the enemy building and walked down the city wall along the horse road. The city gate of Jinjiang City was sealed with bricks and stones. Maluzhai seemed to be preparing to fight a street battle with the incoming enemy. On the way to Guanyi, at least three waves of patrols were encountered, which shows that the city is heavily guarded.
The museum station arrived in a moment, and the Dang Aiguo and others were sitting in the hall eating hot pot. The hot copper hot pot was boiled with fat beef and mutton, and the scent was full of the smell of food. Nian rice wine, rice wine and plum rock sugar are heated in a small copper pot, and you will get drunk just by smelling it.
"Yanzhi, you are here, sit down and eat." Party Paiguo greeted.
"What's the matter, is the radio broken?" Liu Yan took a seat and took a sip from his wine glass. In this cold weather, a cup of hot rice wine was on his stomach, and the whole body was warm. One word, comfortable.
"It's probably due to electromagnetic interference, so I can't use it anymore. Fortunately, I met the Third Young Master." Dang Aiguodao, "I'm here to introduce this Liu Yanzhi, who has obtained the true biography of Chunyang Zi Lu Dongbin's swordsmanship. This is the famous genius Fang Fusan from the Jinjiang Prefecture. The son, a scholar at the age of twelve, and Fang Chenglong, a juren at the age of 16."
Liu Yan nodded straightly: "Oh." The chopsticks fluttered, feasting, eating hot pot on a snowy night, cool.
Fang Chenglong said: "Mr. Dang is absurdly praised."
The other party is not polite at all, just eating and drinking, but Fang Chenglong is not at all angry, because he knows that the more arrogant and non-trivial people are, the more the worldly masters with stunts, can Omi Castle hold on, he counts on these four Personally.
Omi has reached the critical moment of life and death~EbookFREE.me~ The Qing soldiers marched south, the leading general is the famous Dodor, and the Guanning iron cavalry of the surrender Wu Sangui cooperated. Exhausting his wealth and recruiting dead men, although the third son of Fang was not in the age of a weak crown, he was both civil and military and shouldered the task of urban defense. He sent a team of scouts to scout outside the city. It was discovered that these three people were all dressed in Song dynasties, and they had good conversations, and they definitely did not seem to be meticulous.
Then it was the party’s patriotism. Fang Chenglong received these people with a rather credible attitude. In fact, he has not fully believed that these four people came from the Song Dynasty and specially rescued Wanmin. For Yu Shuihuo, he also didn't believe that Liu Yanzhi was Lu Dongbin's apprentice. In his opinion, he was a gangster at best. It was at the time of employment. As long as he was willing to contribute, he would be courteous and corporal regardless of where he came from.
Suddenly there was a noise, Fang Chenglong opened the window, and saw a group of sergeants rushing in from outside, the arrow wound knife out of the sheath, and quickly disarmed Fang Chenglong's personal soldiers. The general led the group standing in the snow, holding the handle of the knife proudly: "San Gongzi, our general asks you to go over and discuss something important." However, the stretched strong bows and the cold arrowheads are not like the etiquette of a normal invitation to others.
Fang Chenglong was furious: "What's important, it's nothing more than to be cleared! Fang would rather die than surrender!" He drew his sword out of its sheath and placed it on his neck.