Chapter 2861 Wang Ziteng: If Jia Chang Can Do It, so Can I!

That day, it rained late at night, knocking down countless red flowers, making the ground gorgeous and lonely.

After Lin Daiyu got up in the morning, she looked at the fallen red flowers in the yard, and her heart was moved. She asked the maid in the yard to help collect the fallen red flowers, took a small hoe, dug a hole in the ground, and prepared to bury the fallen red flowers in the hole.

But since Jia Chang was demoted for killing the chief of the Zhongshun Palace, he had some free time. Today, he happened to come to Rongguo Mansion and admire the beauty in the Grand View Garden, and encountered this scene.

The breeze was gentle, the beauty was like a painting, and Lin Daiyu was like the floating catkins in the wind, the orchid in the rain, with a faint fragrance and elegant heart. She was squatting under a tree, burying the collected fallen red flowers in the hole, muttering to herself.

"Flowers fade and fly all over the sky. Who will pity them when their red fades and their fragrance is gone? Soft silk threads float in the spring pavilion, and falling catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtains. The girl in the boudoir cherishes the end of spring, and is filled with sorrow and has no place to release it. She takes the flower hoe and walks out of the boudoir, reluctant to step on the fallen flowers. Willow branches and elm pods are fragrant, regardless of the peach blossoms and plum blossoms. The peach and plum blossoms will bloom again next year, but who will be in the boudoir next year? The fragrant nest has been built in March, and the swallows on the beams are too ruthless. Although the flowers will bloom next year, they will not know that the empty nest will fall when people leave! There are 360 ​​days in a year, and the wind Frost and sword are pressing hard. How long can the beauty last? Once it drifts away, it is hard to find. Flowers are easy to see when they bloom, but hard to find when they fall. The person who buried the flowers in front of the steps was killed. I leaned on the flower hoe alone and shed tears secretly. Blood stains were seen on the empty branches. The cuckoo was silent at dusk. I went home with the hoe and closed the heavy door. The green lamp illuminated the wall and people just fell asleep. The cold rain knocked on the window, but the quilt was not warm. I blame my servant for making me so worried. Half of it was because I felt pity for spring and half of it was because I was annoyed with spring: pity for spring came suddenly and annoyance with spring suddenly left. When it came, I didn’t say anything and when it left, I didn’t hear anything. Last night, a sad song was heard outside the courtyard. Who knows if it was the soul of the flower or the soul of the bird? The soul of the flower or the soul of the bird is always hard to keep , birds are speechless and flowers are shy. I wish I could grow wings under my arms and fly to the end of the sky with the flowers. Where is the fragrant hill at the end of the sky? It is better to collect the beautiful bones in a brocade bag and cover the romantic life with a handful of pure soil. The nature is pure and will be pure again, which is better than being trapped in the mud and ditches. You are dead now and I bury you, but I don’t know when I will die? People laugh at you for burying flowers now, but who will bury you next year? Look at the flowers falling gradually in the spring, that is the time when the beauty grows old and dies. Once spring is over, the beauty grows old, and the flowers fall and the person dies without knowing it. "

"Since ancient times, beauties are like famous generals , no white hair is allowed in the world!"

"Sister Lin is sad again today. It's too negative to be sad about the fallen petals all over the ground!"

Jia Chang interrupted Lin Daiyu who was in a trance, and teased her with a smile. He walked in front of the beauty and slowly squatted down. Looking at Lin Daiyu's fair and delicate face, he slowly stretched out his hand and gently pushed away a strand of messy hair in front of her eyes. The smile on her face was bright and bright, without any sign of being punished.

"Sister Lin is already weak, don't let your mind wander. Thinking too much will hurt your mind. Deep love will not live long, and extreme wisdom will hurt you. It is most important to be happy!"

Jia Chang's words brought Lin Daiyu back to her senses. Her eyes were rippled, her eyes slightly dodged, she lowered her head shyly, a blush climbed up her cheeks, her crystal earlobes turned slightly red, she stretched out her hand unnaturally to pin the messy hair behind her ears, and then buried the pit, then slowly stood up, looking at Jia Chang squatting on the ground, and said unconvinced.

"How dare you say that to me? Extreme strength leads to humiliation. A gentleman should be as gentle as jade!"

Lin Daiyu was saying that Jia Chang was too strong in character and killed the chief historian of King Zhongshun without authorization. He was punished by Emperor Yuankang and demoted his title. She meant to persuade and enlighten him.

Jia Chang laughed when he heard this, stood up, put his right hand behind his back, raised his head slightly, looked towards the north, his eyes flashed with sharpness, an inexplicable momentum rose up, confident and domineering, strong and majestic, he said in a deep voice.

"I am a military general, not a gentleman. A military man cannot bear humiliation, he must be sharp, otherwise how can he ride into the enemy camp and take the enemy general's head in the midst of thousands of troops!"

Lin Daiyu was silent, her eyes flashed, and she didn't know what she was thinking. She just felt that Jia Chang was different from all the men she had seen. She thought that the best men in the world should be like her father Lin Ruhai, gentle and elegant, humble, or talented, elegant and handsome, but Jia Chang was different, domineering and strong, sharp, free and easy, but gave people an inexplicable sense of peace.

"Brother Chang, you are really extraordinary. It seems that you are not affected by this at all!"

Lin Daiyu was worried that Jia Chang would be depressed and decadent because of his demotion. Now it seems that she underestimated Jia Chang's ability. He is a free and easy person who is not happy with things or sad with himself.

"It's just a demotion of one level. What's the big deal? He only wants fame and honor. He is really a hero!"

"As long as Daqian still has external enemies, the title is just a piece of cake. Why should I be depressed!"

Jia Chang's mouth corners slightly raised, and his eyes flashed with cold light. The north should be about to restart the war again at this time. Emperor Yuankang will definitely reuse him again. Why should he care about the ups and downs of the moment?

In the northern border, Zhenbei City, Wang Ziteng, the commander of the nine provinces, stood on the top of the city, looking into the distance, his eyes were full of heaviness, followed by several generals, and he spoke slowly.

"Have you found out?"

A burly, big and strong general bowed his hands, his voice was so loud that it hurt people's ears.

"Reporting to the commander, I have found out that the Tatar tribe annexed the Wala and its power has increased greatly. Now 150,000 troops are coming to Daqian with great momentum!"

Wang Ziteng looked to be in his forties or fifties, with a square face, upright and majestic, tiger eyes, straight nose, giving people a sense of fortitude, and a beard under his chin, which was black, shiny and smooth. After careful grooming, Wang Ziteng stroked his beard with his right hand, his eyes fluctuated, and thought for a long time before speaking.

"Now that the Tatars are coming fiercely, it is a good opportunity for us to make great achievements. All the generals are willing to follow me to defeat them and show my great power!"

Now Wang Ziteng is in an embarrassing situation. He originally relied on the military connections of Ning Rong and became a very important general. However, now that Jia Chang came out of the way, the political power behind him has been reduced. He has made a lot of money and is simply unable to go further and enter the cabinet.

Becoming a general or becoming a prime minister is one of the highest pursuits of military commanders in ancient and modern times, and there are very few people who can achieve this step. The same is naturally true for Wang Ziteng's ambition. Originally, he had not thought of a way to break the situation.

Now, just in time, the Tatar tribe has raised 150,000 troops. If Wang Ziteng can defeat them like Jia Chang and achieve great achievements, he will surely make great progress and go one step further to enter the cabinet of Daqian and become a cabinet university. A scholar is inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people. Even Jia Chang cannot threaten his status.

"Jia Chang can do it, but I can't do it without reason!"

The people behind Wang Ziteng were all his confidants, so they naturally knew what Wang Ziteng was thinking. They looked at each other, their eyes showing their desire and greed for making achievements, they bowed and clasped their fists, and shouted in unison.

"I am willing to listen to the commander-in-chief's orders!"

As the commander of the nine provinces, Wang Ziteng had the right to control the border generals. When he heard everyone's answers, he felt satisfied, waved his hand and said sternly.

"Pass my order to mobilize 80,000 troops from the nine border provinces and follow me to intercept the Tatar army halfway. What Jia Chang can do, I, Wang Ziteng, can naturally do too!"

"Here!"

The generals took the order and shouted loudly, all of them looked excited. Who didn't want to make contributions and leave a name in history?

As the leader of the four major families, Wang Ziteng naturally has real abilities, otherwise he would not be entrusted with important tasks by Emperor Yuankang. Whether it is martial arts, military skills, strategy, or courage, Wang Ziteng is outstanding among the Daqian army. , unlike the men in the Ning and Rong houses, he is a true general.

At night, Wang Ziteng led the army quietly out of the city and toward the grassland. They marched very fast and elusive, without showing any signs to the outside world.

The Tatar tribe leader Su He was a descendant of the great Genghis Khan and a member of the Golden Family. After the Oara tribe was defeated by Jia Chang, he annexed part of the Oara tribe. He did not choose to show his strength and allowed the Jurchens to run rampant until Jia Chang general After the Jurchens were massacred, he unified all the grassland tribes in one fell swoop and became the master of the grassland and the khan of all tribes in Mongolia.

Su He then showed his ambition and mobilized 150,000 cavalry from various ministries to attack Daqian. He wanted to revive the reputation of the Golden Family and become the emperor of the fertile land in the south, ruling the north and south of the Yangtze River and the Central Plains of Kyushu.

For this southern invasion, Su He specially invited the Immortality Sect shaman who has been worshiped by the Golden Family for generations. As the belief of the grassland people, the Immortality Sect shaman relied on this incense and luck to develop tyrannical magical powers and possess the power of ghosts and gods. The method of testing is one of the reasons why the Golden Family still stands on the grassland.

It was dark at night, and Su He walked into a luxurious yurt. Inside, three old men wearing sheepskin coats were sitting. Their beards and hair were all white, their faces were full of wrinkles, and they were extremely old. Their eyes were cloudy and dark yellow, and their bodies were stooped. They were old and dying, but these three old bodies contained terrifying power, which made Su He even awed by them.

Su He bowed respectfully and sat down opposite the three old men. With a bit of humility and awe on his face, he slowly spoke.

"Three shamans, you are the wise men of the grassland and the spokespersons of the Immortal Heaven. I will rely on you more for this southern invasion!"

The old man in the middle seemed to have a higher status. He had long eyebrows on his face, and a smile appeared on his extremely old face. The wrinkles on his face suddenly opened up, like blooming chrysanthemums. He slowly opened his mouth, revealing A few withered yellow teeth, the sound was distant and empty, as if falling from the sky.

"Don't worry, Khan, I will definitely do my best, and the glory of the Immortal Sky will be spread throughout the Central Plains!"

Su He nodded with satisfaction. The cooperation between the Golden Family and the Immortality Sect has lasted for hundreds of years. If it had not been for the sudden rise of Daqian Taizu and the support of the Taoist Sect of the Central Plains, who paid a heavy price to kill the prairie dragon spirit, Huang Jin would have The family has long conquered the Central Plains and has conquered the plains.

"This time the secret impulse of several shamans must not be expected by Daqian. They can catch them off guard. By the time they react, it will be too late, which is enough for us to capture the northern provinces and greatly damage Daqian's national strength. , the national destiny is in decline!”

Su He had no intention of conquering Daqian in one fell swoop. He just wanted to catch Daqian by surprise, take a big bite, occupy part of Daqian's territory, increase his own strength, and after digesting this harvest, he could devour Daqian bit by bit. .

"The Great Khan is right. Although we were driven out of the Central Plains back then, the Taoist sect had a hard time with almost all the casualties. Now only Longhu Mountain still has some strength, but it still does not belong to the three of me. The opponent is enough to make us tear off a piece of fat from Da Gan!"

After all, Yuanmeng's luck was prosperous at that time, and Taizu Daqian successfully drove them out of the Central Plains, but the Taoist sect also paid a heavy price. However, the masters of the Taoist sect joined forces to use the dragon-slaying technique to kill Yuanmeng's national luck, and they all reincarnated. Only the old Celestial Master from Longhu Mountain had a high level and managed to survive. After supporting him for decades, he passed away while waiting for the new generation of descendants of the Celestial Master's House in Longhu Mountain to grow up.

Although the inheritance of Longhu Mountain has not been broken, it is not as good as before. There are only two top real people in the world. One is Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain today, and the other is the old Taoist priest in the depths of Daming Palace.

What is a real person? The ancient real people do not go against the few, do not dominate, and do not seek advice from scholars. They do not dream when they sleep, they do not worry when they wake up, they do not eat sweet food, and they breathe deeply. They do not know how to talk about life, nor do they hate death; they do not go out, nor do they come in; they go and come freely. They do not forget their beginning, nor do they seek their end; they are happy when they receive, and forget and return. This is called not giving up Tao with their heart, and not helping heaven with people. This is called a real person. If so, their mind, their expression, and their forehead; sad like autumn, warm like spring, joy and anger are connected to the four seasons, and they are appropriate to things but no one knows their limit.

The real person is the unity of heaven and man, the heart of Tao rotates in four seasons, and they do not know life and death. Such a state is the best in the world, and even immortals and gods can do nothing about it.

The three shamans have lived for hundreds of years. Although they were repelled by the masters of Taoism, they did not die thanks to the luck of Yuanmeng. Now that their injuries have recovered, they naturally want to make a comeback and invade the Central Plains, in order to obtain more luck in the world, so that their Taoism can be further improved, and they can ascend to the thirty-third heaven and become more sacred.

Just as Su He and the three shamans were discussing the details of the southern invasion, the shaman in the middle suddenly moved slightly, raised his long eyebrows slightly, and showed a bit of surprise. He said to Su He beside him with a serious expression.

"Big man, Daqian's army is here. I didn't expect that Daqian actually has such a famous general. He is the best choice in courage and strategy. He dared to lead his army to raid my 150,000 troops. It was really beyond our expectations!"

The shaman looked outside the yurt. A tiger was approaching this place quickly. It was coming fiercely, and the killing aura was swarming in. He felt a little chilly, and goose bumps appeared on his skin, revealing surprise.

Su He was shocked when he heard this, and he quickly stood up and walked out, saying as he walked.

"Please help us, three shamans. The army is now sleeping. If the Daqian army rushes in, the camp will be blown up!"

"This is a simple matter. The Khan can rest assured and leave it to us. We will cast a spell and buy you half an hour!"

After that, the three shamans took out three skulls from their wide sleeves. The three skulls were crystal clear, warm like jade, and exuded a faint glow. The three people bit their index fingers and smeared the blood on the eyebrows of the skulls. A black magic power surged, and the three skulls opened and closed their mouths, making a clicking sound, and then suddenly flew up, penetrated the yurt, and landed in the air. When they spit out their mouths, countless black winds were generated and blew away.

Wang Ziteng led the army to the location of the Tatar army. The soldiers held their mouths shut and the horses wrapped their hooves. They approached the Tatar army ten miles away silently. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, sand and stones flew, and the sky and the earth were dark. The army was in disarray and could not see the direction of the road ahead. The whole army was spinning.

Wang Ziteng shouted angrily again and again, his voice was high, but it was still useless. The soldiers and horses could not open their eyes. The wind was noisy and chaotic.

Wang Ziteng was shocked and angry. He was a man who was proficient in military tactics. The army was now only ten miles away from the 150,000 Tatar army. If they were discovered, they would inevitably suffer a devastating blow.

Wang Ziteng tried his best to maintain the army's formation. After spending a lot of effort, he finally stabilized the formation. He led the army out of the storm and saw the Tatar army charging towards him and others.

Wang Ziteng was immediately disappointed. He barely kept calm, clenched the spear in his hand, and shouted loudly to the soldiers behind him.

"All soldiers, listen to my orders. Advance without retreat. Follow me and kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill"

The soldiers also knew that the situation was critical. Now the only way to survive was to defeat the Tatar army head-on. If they were afraid, they would die.

Su He was in the middle army. Seeing that the morale of the Daqian soldiers was high and they were determined to fight to the death, he did not dare to be careless and immediately gave orders.

"Shoot arrows from a distance, do not rush into the enemy formation, slowly wear down the enemy's morale and drag them down!"

The army received the order and immediately slowed down the pace of the charge. They drew their bows and shot arrows from a distance. Dense arrows fell from the sky and fell into the Daqian ranks. Rows of soldiers fell to the ground, like cutting wheat.

Wang Ziteng saw this, his eyes widened and he shouted loudly.

"Disperse the formation, don't gather together, and fight back with archery!"

The 80,000-strong army of Daqian immediately distanced themselves from each other, and shot arrows to fight back, but they were not as proficient in riding as the Tatar tribal warriors, and they were generally at a disadvantage.

However, as the two armies shot at each other, the distance gradually narrowed. Although the 80,000-strong army of Daqian suffered a lot of losses, it still maintained its strength to fight, and it was still unknown who would win.

The blood in Wang Ziteng's body surged. He was successful in martial arts and had strong blood. He could be called a first-class military general today. He led the way and rushed into the enemy army. The long spear in his hand was crisscrossed, and the cold light flashed. The surrounding Tatar soldiers fell to the ground one after another. Seeing this, the Daqian soldiers behind him felt their blood boiling and their fighting spirit was high. They followed closely and fought with the Tatar army.

For a while, the two sides fought fiercely, and countless figures dripped from their horses and blood flowed like a river. This place had become a meat grinder and a purgatory on earth, with corpses everywhere and blood soaking the earth. The entire area within a radius of dozens of miles was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The three shamans looked at the invincible Wang Ziteng, with a faint light in their eyes. They took out the skull again, mobilized the magic power in their bodies, grabbed the blood and qi of the battlefield, and merged into it. Countless black air lingered, turned into hideous faces, flew towards the Daqian army, and let out a shrill and terrifying roar.

Wang Ziteng felt the thick yin energy, swung out the long spear in his hand, and killed a Tatar general. Looking up, he saw dense black shadows covering the starlight, terrifying and gloomy, and felt that it was not good. Before he could speak, it was shrouded.

Wang Ziteng felt a chill in his heart, and the circulation of qi and blood in his body became much more obscure. He was a master of martial arts and could still hold on, but ordinary soldiers did not have this ability. His hands and feet were stiff, and his movements slowed down. He was immediately killed by the Tatar soldiers. In just a moment, there were no less than 5,000 casualties.