Chapter 1:

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In the northern part of the Serbian desert, the two armies fought for several months.
Close to the battle, a handsome flag was wedged on the thick sandy soil, and the flag was covered with the thick and majestic word-Huo. This boundary, the wind shouted all year round, the flag was spreading against the wind, there were shares Indescribable spirit.
At this moment, just after noon, the sun was the most poisonous, and the wind was clamoring, but far away, the human voice overwhelmed the sound of the wind, and it was mixed with the sound of iron impact. Dayong's soldiers and Turkic people fought against Zhenglie, and Dayong's soldiers understood better, and this battle seemed to win.
As the saying goes, the woman who smells Zhifen powder knows that Lancao Danxin is the girl of Boudoir, and the taste of camellia is a girl in the field. Armor distinguishes rank.
In the middle of the group of soldiers, a dark horse, nailed with iron palms, stepped out of the deep and light footprints, the man on the horse has a resolute face, even if his brows are locked, he also feels power and anger instead of evil. .
He wore a dark gold armor, and his chest goggles were refracting, and he looked bright. When the sword was stretched out, a Tibetan blue scarf was raised on his arm, shaking, like a coach's identity.
The man who was fighting hard in front of him was young and wearing silver-gray armor. He was covered with blood because of his face, so he covered up the three-pointer handsome, and killed the mountain to fill the sea with twelve points of heroism.
His arm was also wrapped in scarves, red and red, and it was beautiful in a touch of yellow sand, and his armor was cold and light. "Yi", the sound of the sword stabbing into the stomach, with the spurting wetness, and the sticky stickiness of the lungs, was drawn out, and the wind was blown against the sand, and the blade was half thick.
This fierce battle is about to end, this sword has killed the people around, it turned out that General Turk was thoroughly penetrated. The thief captures the king first. The leader loses his life, and the soldier will automatically panic for seven minutes, but there are even more stubborn. This Turk general was cut to the first level by a sword.
It was rumored in Saibei that the young general of the Huo family in the Yong dynasty loved to cut and cut heads, battles of all sizes, and they would take each other's first rank in every battle, and they would have to show off. No, the fresh and hot head was like blood cells, and he hung on the saddle, as simple as hanging a jade pendant.
The wind on this plug did not break, but the yellow sand was small and could not be blown away. The general was dead, and the remnants saw that the situation was gone. All those who had full legs and legs fled one after another.
Win, the coach shakes his arm: "Captives return to camp!"
Let ’s make it clear that no matter how hurt, tired, or dead, let go of your throat to let go of the remaining murderous energy, but unexpectedly, the deputy handsome in the red scarf is not good, pursing his lips, not sulking, and pinching Horse belly ran to hunt down the remnants.
"Huo Linfeng!" The coach shouted, but didn't call back, "Stop!" Another voice, but saw only the figure, the figure is far away.
With horseshoes stepping on the blood, Huo Linfeng chased out Qiba Lidi, carrying a sword and a saddle of people on his saddle, a bit of an illusion. As far as the eyes were concerned, that team of soldiers will be defeated by a handful, a total of thirty-four. When the other party saw him chasing each other, they looked at each other for a few moments to discuss, and then they stopped fighting.
"Yu" Huo Linfeng stopped thirty steps away, and it was estimated that he ran hot, took off his helmet, sweated heavily, and raised his pony tail, all his brain saw the light. He wiped his face, blood stains on his lips, and it was smoky.
A group of disabled soldiers stepped on the end of the road, raised their swords over their heads, and their hearts sank: "Chong! Kill!" The eyes revealed, but they said, "I am ready to die."
Huo Linfeng looked at the dead man's eyes, lightened himself, and pointed his boots at the tip of his horse. He knew that the later he went back, the fiercer the coach, the faster he would be.
So he exaggerated to the extreme, and his shot was a trick. Golden light and Mars raised the yellow sand. He manipulated the potential of the catastrophe, like Yan Luo, and claimed his life with a sword. Except for the wind coming and going, everyone with a sound told him to kill everything.
The Liao Liao desert blasted his face, and the last person was screaming and panting. The next second, Huang Sha covered his body with a dead body, turned to kick the horse, and even the bones were swallowed up.
Returning to the camp after being dragged, Huo Linfeng stopped and hummed for a while, and he was a nameless tragedy. After each battle, no matter he wins or loses, he must hum the song to comfort the sacrifice of the boneless soul of the general.
After the song was over, the gallop returned to the camp, and the camp was far away, and the coach stood up in front of him. A small soldier waited outside the camp door, grabbed his leg and dragged him down. "Ah!" He choked, escorted to the account, and faced the coach's iron face.
"Subordinates are willing to take the punishment." He confessed his mistakes first, and then put on patches, "Subordinates will never commit any more crimes."
The coach Huo Jinghai, the brother of Huo Linfeng, is as calm as a reef in the middle of the sea. It is just impossible to climb: "As a deputy commander, do you not understand the truth?" , According to military law, sixty. "
At this point, Huo Linfeng had to be obedient. If he was to be re-elected, he must still chase the poor. He read the soldiers' books when he was literate. He entered the battlefield at the beginning of the thirteenth year. Today, he has more lives than he eats.
The pinch was loosened, the nails were stripped, and the clothes were undressed. The old bodies staggered with streaks were exposed, and the rod was low. Ten sticks are red, thirty sticks are swollen like a hill, and sixty sticks are complete. If it was not for martial arts, it would have rotten muscles.
Huo Linfeng didn't snor, but he also complained, glancing at Huo Jinghai secretly.
This fierce battle lasted for half a year, with intermittent and deadly injuries. In this victory, he immediately slammed Dayong Tianzi, and the turmoil on the frontier was quelled. After reading, Tianzi will send someone to send a letter with a few rewards.
Left and right are waiting, can't wait. Huo Linfeng, who had previously been a fangs tiger, conquered the battlefield. Now that he is peaceful, he immediately starts a lazy cricket and keeps it in the tent for three days. He is bare-chested and his legs are called off by him.
The wound was crusted, and he was willing to wear clothes, a dark blue and almost black uniform, tied with a right hip, tied with narrow sleeves, rolled texture on the edges, and a dark crown. He is well-organized and can stand "Yushu Linfeng".
Leaving the account and looking for Huo Jinghai, "brother," the scolding and beating of the anger disappeared, and he called intimately, happily launched, "back to the city!"
The two brothers galloped outside the city, and the people in the city greeted each other, and there was a lively wedding ceremony. Huo Linfeng was tired of socializing: "Brother, I'll go one step ahead." He betrayed his elder brother, dragged his wail, and went away.
The northern part of Saibei is vast and the city is lined up in a row. "Yu!" Kuanjie, Huo Linfeng dismounted, third-order blue-grey masonry, Dan Zhuo carved a seal, the on-duty guard fisted at him, he responded, and stepped into this wide gate wide house.
There is an ebony plaque high on the door-Dingbei Houfu.
Inside the door, the old manager who guarded the door probed: "Whew! Master is not hurt, the old servant has to go!"
Huo Linfeng's step Dala La passed, heard the sound turned back, like a frivolous mule: "Sixty military staff only got stubborn, my brother supervised it in person."
He didn't understand the words later, he crossed the front yard and asked Jinger by the porch to suck. A magnolia tree as tall as a tree has just broken its buds and is full of vitality. After asking Yulan to punch his eyes, he entered the head room, straight out the side door, and lifted the heavy curtain on the door for a while.
The sweeper, the sprinkler, the little sister-in-law saw him, stopped working, and shouted "Master" earnestly, and the older sister-in-law saw, "Oh!" The exaggerated "little ancestor" has not yet exhaled, The person is far away, rubbing his heart and rubbing, "Old, you have a real eye!"
Hou's house is deep, the main hall is more covered than the young lady in the high gate, and another threshold is reached. Huo Linfeng's eyes passed quickly and he flashed into the hall first. "Dad," the door was open, and he couldn't stand still. He could hear all the corners of his throat. "Dad, I'm back." He screamed respectfully again.
Inside the hall, a thick, dark-colored flower blanket turned the boot sound, a copper torch coiled with four toads, and smoke blew out of the pores. On the main seat, the Nanmu box contains a few pieces of good wax, a piece of skin of a deer neck, and a sword.
The chair and the chair around the table sat one by one, with two or three points, and the remaining seven or eight points were all majestic.
The dark robe was dark, and the waist was rolled with the edge of the indigo, the side of the jade was hanging, and a pile of red knots was a little messy. The clothes are meticulous, and people are more leisurely. There is a whisker on the jaw, a stiff eyebrow, a bridge of the nose, two deep eyes, black hair, and a high crown to stand up.
This man was in his forties and was Huo Zhao, the father of Huo Linfeng.
Huo Zhao wiped the sword without raising his eyes. He didn't look at the child's weight loss, nor looked at the injury. "I heard," his eyes were cold like a sword, and his voice was like a bell, "You have violated the military order again?"
Huo Linfeng sat down first, leaning next to his body: "I have been punished." After answering the question, he lifted the small lid box, and the bean cakes, steamed pears, and sugar-stained flowers were all in size. "Big brother is too conservative, don't chase the poor, but don't fake it, but we have clear strength against me and call chase with victory." If there is a rule, he will simmer the steamed pear after answering.
Fearing who came, who was late, Huo Jinghai returned home late, and called "father" before entering the door.
Huo Linfeng chewed his flowers, sweetened his throat, poured a large mouthful of salty tea, tilted his cup and glanced at Xiaomen with a round face. The ear lobe hung with beads, and her face became more and more round. It was his wife's maiden plum.
This is calling him too! He put down the cup, slipped, and came out the small door to the back: "Plum, you eat less!" Distraught little girl, crossing the flower gate, the weeping lotus pillar is wrapped in a bell, he jumped a beat, jingled The bell rang.
Mei Zi covered her mouth and laughed: "Mrs. is for you to hang, others don't call it."
Huo Linfeng said rarely, "I'm twenty-three years old, and I'm still playing bells for me?"
Meizi laughed: "Where is it, Madam Ji Ji, think about hanging a bell to see you, and it will jump up," raised his finger, toward the inner court, "Madam heard that, you know you are home."
The bell was still swirling, turning Huo Linfeng's heart into a rush, and rushing into the inner courtyard, the servants outside the Buddha Hall were busy calling him to the room. Before the Buddha shouted loudly, he shouted "Mother" under his throat.
Holborn Bai, a young woman who was a first-class beauty, was aging in her twilight years, but she was as polished as a hairpin. She turned back, changed her unpretentious mistress, saw her son, and hurriedly got up from the futon.
Huo Linfeng said bluntly: "Mother, I have won a great victory. What other bodhisattva?"
Bai's took a silk scarf to cover his mouth: "Either you beat your elder brother, or you bumped into the bodhisattva." He covered it, moved away, and held Huo Linfeng's cheek, "Isn't the food glutinous enough?
Huo Linfeng said: "If you eat more, you can't ride a horse. Just hungry and kill the enemy."
For my mother's distress, it's not time to eat, no matter what it is, let people prepare extravagant banquets. Huo Linfeng accompanied Bai's, laughing and swearing, but he didn't worry about it. When Bai's look at the wound, his feet slipped quickly.
He was sleeping in the same courtyard for a few months, and had not returned for several months. If he wanted to assault the people, he quietly explored, but he saw that each of them was careful. "Master!" He hurriedly followed, and it was his close lad Du Du.
Du Yi is short and thin, just like that. Huo Linfeng is two years younger and has a life-saving grace for him. "Master! Master!" He shouted three times and ran out of breath, but smiled stupidly, "Master, hey."
That stupid smoked Huo Linfeng dizzy, turned around and returned to the room, untied the sword, and laid a restraint on the couch. Du Yan knelt down on the couch and gave him a lame leg, muscular muscles. He didn't feel anything. Du Yan's rough hands turned red first.
"Master, is this battle happy?" Du Yan asked.
Huo Linfeng replied: "It's a joy to protect the people and affect people's lives." Seriously, something settled in his eyes. Withdrawing from bad faith, not betrayal with his father and brother, or coquettish with his mother, such a tone of emotion, is General Huo Shalifei tied with a red scarf.
"It's so peaceful," he said, looking out the window. "Without him, that's fine."
Later in the day, the girl-in-law picked a tall one, pinched an incense, and dragged a skirt to light a string of lights. Xiaoxiong couldn't make it with rough hands, and often a corridor didn't finish.
Point to the corner of the garden pavilion, the screen lamp is bright, boiling water to cook tea, and then pour a cup for the master before leaving. Huo Linfeng glanced at the onion and pointed to Dan Kou, turning a page: "I don't have to come here." Lazily commanded, secretly, that the suspect's house disturbed him quietly.
The girl-in-law called Baoyue and whispered softly: "My wife called the slave-in-law to patrol more, sweeping the young master Yaxing, young master don't blame."
Let's go silently, how can we catch up with the situation? Huo Linfeng waved his hand: "I'll be stubborn in the future, busy you."
Holding the moon skirt and walking away, the waist of the pair of models looks like a favorite girl. "Master," Du Yan came up, offered tea, and moved the yarn lamp closer. "Hey." The face of the honest Ba Jia, a rare flash of light.
Huo Linfeng was a little bit suspicious: "What smirks all day?"
Du Xun said, "Good things are coming, and of course I laugh." He couldn't wait to be a good news officer, and boldly made up. "Listening to Meizi, Madam didn't tell Baoyue to do rough work anymore. I'm going to collect the room for the young master! "
It is not uncommon to marry one or two girls who are not married. Flipping, Huo Linfeng closed the book, and opened Du Du by the waist, so boring, what a happy thing to take a room girl? After thinking about it, Xu would light up more conveniently.
Huo Linfeng went back to the room. After the battle was over, he was really uncomfortable in a qi, and he just blew a candlelight all the way. Du Yan followed, his eyelids wrinkled: "Master, why did you blow ..." It seems to understand, her eyelids tensed, "You don't like to hold the moon! What about Biyu? I see Wan Sheng also Not bad ... "
Suddenly, the carved gate shook, and Huo Linfeng played with his temper. Du Yan dare not speak again. He made a futon next to the door, sat tightly, rolled up his cuffs, and stayed vigilantly.
He secretly thought, "Let ’s not look at plums, plums. He likes them ..."
Huo Linfeng did not know Xiaoyan's heart, rolled in the bed, the silk pillow slipped, quite uncomfortable. The barracks were rudimentary, with hard-lined beds made of hemp bedding, and the core did not know what kind of crusts to pour, and the armor did not come off when the situation was urgent, lying like a dead body.
Two of them settled in the desert, lit a few bonfires at night, and the soldiers snuggled to rest. I ca n’t lie down. I ’ll be buried by the sand in the middle of the night, so I ’m sitting with two shields, but it ’s cold or bitter.
Huo Linfeng remembered these, and he was half-seated with bones, and the brocade pattern was quilted, and his tent was closed. He thought, it's time to accept his own company? At this moment, lean on his arms, listen to him, give him pillows to run around?
His mind and heart were numb, without a specific outline or a vivid face. I'm sure, it's not good to hold the moon, neither can Biyu, and late Sheng is not good, plum, that round-faced girl, it's enough to eat, what kind of man ... he wants to have someone who will let him speak out.
What the man looked like was at the end of the world, and he was so sleepy after listening to it, or he babbled comfortably, "Little Houye", he didn't know.
An Lesheng was troubled. He lowered his tent and touched his injuries across his lining. When he fell asleep, he would return to the army.
Huo Linfeng will carefully raise, in addition to discussing with Huo Zhao, Huo Jinghai, but also leisurely. The first was a magnolia tree, a branch was cut, and his garden was transplanted. When he went out, he met Hou Mu's soldiers on the go bar. He was the East and asked Youling to play the battle song and drink a lot of time.
The head-in-law changed his shift: "It's so drunk, which one doesn't care." Lao Yuan, smelling the smell, approaching people, scared out, "Master, how can it be you? Soup goes! "
Huo Linfeng said: "I'm not drunk again, so I don't need to sober up." The three altars have bright eyes, like deep springs. When he went to the inner court room, Bai heard him come and beckoned like a child. He took a stool and sat down: "Mother, I have a little wine."
Bai's holding the silk quilt, asked him to smoke, and beckoned: "Hold the moon, cook a bowl of sour soup for the young master."
Huo Linfeng did not refuse, his fingers crossed, his thumb was forefinger, and the sour soup was cooked, and the skin of the clip was hot. He hesitated, took a sip, and lifted his eyes as if touting him.
"Sour soup, it's not sour when you hold it." He looked at Baoyue, next to Baoyue Li, and Fan Ning's skirt was matched with a noodle.
He took only one sip and got up: "Your bowl of sour soup is not sour and tasteless. You don't need to cook it later, just turn on the light." Saying, to the regretful look of Shang Bai's, "Mother, I'm hurt, Return to the barracks tomorrow morning to train. "
Huo Linfeng acted neatly, let out his words, and went back to pack his luggage. The left is just some clothes, cloth socks, baggage, and half of the window is open, seeing some moonlight. He got close to the back of the fan and wiped the sword with light, his first treasure.
There was a sound of steps, Du Yan came to the vigil again, after a while, a lighter one, I do not know who it is. "... Don't be angry, how dare she be angry?" Meizi murmured, accompanied by Du Yan, "Bi Chen laughed at her, strangely, they didn't even have the chance to cook sour soup, they might as well hold the moon."
Du Yi said: "The young master said it was not sour, so Baoyue should go and stale vinegar!"
The two giggled, covered their mouths, and let out flowers under the window. Huo Linfeng wiped it off and glanced at the probe: "Are there any jokes? If not, I'll rest."
Du Yan looked up in horror, Meizi's face flushed with red, and she talked about it with Xiaoyao, and told the master to catch it, oh my ... Huo Linfeng scratched a little bit in his heart, and felt like these two people It's like being arrested. However, it cannot be said that if it were said, Meizi would have cast into the lake within an hour.
"No more words?" He asked, waving his hand. "That's gone, it's all out."