The sun sets over the western mountains, and the sky is filled with red clouds.

Corpses littered the valley under Jinhao Pass, like a mountain of bones and a sea of ​​blood. Burnt horses and trampled corpses were everywhere.

The bone stubble stuck out of the waist and abdomen, half of the head was missing, rolled to the ground, the eyes were shining a little, and the intestines were exposed in a pool outside the body and were still squirming slightly...

Even though Yang Jun had been on the battlefield for a long time and was used to seeing dead bodies, his scalp was numb from shock and he was anxious.

The strange thing is that the white-robed soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield and collecting the dead bodies all had expressionless and indifferent faces, as if they were moving pieces of rotten wood instead of dead people.

Yang Jun kept swallowing his saliva, suppressing the nausea in his chest: "Why are they... not afraid?"

Li Chengzhi thought for a while and whispered: "You must be used to it!"

Yang Jun's eyes bulged outward: How many people must he have killed before he could reach the level of "getting used to it"?

Um...wrong?

Li Chengzhi doesn’t seem to be afraid either.

But he has only led a few armies, and how many battles have he fought?

With random suspicions in his mind, Yang Jun urged his horse and followed Li Chengzhi into Guancheng.

Behind him were Li Liang and a group of Li family retainers, with two handsome flags spread out in the wind, making a hunting sound.

The former is "Marshal Li", and the latter is "Zuo Sima Yang"!

A big man who was seven feet tall and even stronger than the Yuan Dynasty led a dozen military generals to greet him at the city gate. Seeing Li Chengzhi and Yang Jun being surrounded by guards, these people all

He bowed down and said, "Welcome to the superior officials of the Heavenly Dynasty!"

Celestial Dynasty...what a long-lost name?

Yang Jun couldn't help but sigh, and carefully looked at the people in front of him.

The body is covered with leather armor, just like the tiger-patterned armor of a tiger rider. It is very light. But it is completely white without any traces of lines. I don’t know how it was made.

There are dozens of people, some old and some young, some tall and some short, some Chinese and some with beards. But most of them seem to be Han Chinese, and there are only two people with yellow hair and blue eyes.

It seemed that they were a little timid about their hometown. Except for the two Hu people, the rest of them had flushed faces and gleaming eyes. They looked at him and Li Chengzhi as if they were seeing relatives.

Yang Jun bowed solemnly, but Li Chengzhi just nodded slightly and didn't even say a word.

Li Song, Li Song, even if you are just putting on a show, why don't you find some new faces?

The two of them had tears in their eyes and mixed emotions when they saw me. Are you afraid that Yang Jun won't be able to tell?

What's more, you actually asked Huangfu to pretend to be the leader of the surviving tribe?

If the Fourth Camp Woye Town Cavalry were here, maybe someone would recognize him as the second shopkeeper of Zhencheng Neilu Water Trading Company...

Li Chengzhi no longer knew what to say. His eyes passed over the faces of Huangfu Rang, Li Zhang, Li Hui, Li Tong, Zhang Xingyi and others in turn. He gave a slight hum, then dismounted and walked into the city gate.
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Yang Jun's face was full of surprise, he quickly followed up, and asked in a lower voice: "The army defeated Dou Ling in one fell swoop, which is considered a miracle. And with such a powerful force, it's too late to win over, so why do you put on such a bad face?"
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Making a face?

Do you believe that if I dare to hand over my hand, they will kneel down on the spot?

"Is it possible that you still want me to kowtow and kneel in thanks?"

Li Chengzhi stared at Yang Jun, "It's true that the posthumous department has meritorious service, but I have already asked the imperial court for a reward and a title. I think the Queen Mother and the princes will happily agree. So the thanks have been thanked, so why bother to be false?"

Lest these people take advantage of it..."

Have you ever thanked a bird feather?

He knew clearly that what Li Chengzhi said was fallacious, but it was difficult for Yang Jun to expose it. He had no choice but to fall one step behind and raised his fist towards Huangfu Rang: "Don't be surprised, General, the Duke has always been... always majestic, so he is used to being strict in speech and smile..."

Before Yang Jun could finish speaking, Huangfu Rang hurriedly apologized and said with a smile: "The official's words are serious, how dare we, the humble people in the corner, be disrespectful to the county prince?"

He said this, but in his heart he almost scolded Li Song to death.

Having said that Lang Jun will definitely not be happy, you insist on letting Li Zhang and others come to see him right now, you see?

Complaining in his heart, Huangfu took two quick steps and welcomed Li Chengzhi and Yang Jun into the Guan Yamen.

Leader Dou must have been discussing matters here these days, so the yamen is quite clean, but the smell of mutton is a bit strong.

Li Chengzhi didn't care, he took off his cloak and sat behind the case with a golden sword.

Looking at the Li family's retainers filing in, he narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Everyone, please leave!"

Li Zhang barely stepped over the threshold with his front foot, and was stunned for a moment. His face was full of astonishment. He could neither advance nor retreat.

Huangfu Rang's heart tightened and he quickly scolded: "Why don't you back down?"

Everyone responded in succession and retreated obediently. Only Huangfu Jean remained in the hall, with a look of sincerity and fear on his face, as if he had committed a serious crime.

Yang Jun's face was full of strange expressions. He looked at Huangfu Rang, then at Li Chengzhi. Then at Huangfu Rang, then at Li Chengzhi.

Why do you think that when the leader of the relics met Li Chengzhi, he was more frightened than the ministers when they met the emperor?

"What's your last name?" Li Chengzhi asked leisurely.

Huangfu Rang quickly lowered his head: "Mr. Bing, my surname is Mu, Mu Zirang!"

Li Chengzhi narrowly missed a mouthful of old blood from spraying onto Huangfu Rang's face.

Good guy, why don’t you tell me Huangfu Rang’s real name?

With a thought in his heart, Li Chengzhi said solemnly: "Where is the list of applicants?"

Huangfu Rang took out a booklet from his arms and presented it.

After just one glance, the corners of Li Chengzhi's mouth couldn't stop twitching.

Mu Zifeng, Mu Zishi, Mu Zizhang...

It would be better not to change the surname and just give the surname Li, at least like the Wuzhi Li family, pretending to be the descendant of Li Ling who surrendered to the Huns during the Han Dynasty.

Or, for example, the Han surnames such as the Long family and the Gao family among the Hus in the Western Regions are said to be that the family fled westward when Emperor Taiwu plundered Hexi, and now they have moved back.

Jia has five or six thousand riders, and the household should have at least three or four thousand tents. Let alone the same surname, why is it so uncommon?

How many lies do I need to make up to give you a foothold?

He narrowly avoided throwing the booklet into Huangfu Rang's face.

Yang Jun was about to come up and take a look, but Li Chengzhi turned over his hand and said coldly: "You just write some names on the book, how can I report it to the court, and how should the court reward you?

I have rewritten it, and I will write it immediately: who killed so many enemies, who captured so many enemies, who conquered the first city of Manchester, who captured and killed the first of the twelve tribes, etc. It must be detailed..."

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"Yes, yes, yes..."

Huangfu nodded like a chicken eating rice. Sweat appeared on his forehead and his waist seemed to be bent. He stepped backwards out of the Yamen hall.

No matter how late he was, he could tell that Li Chengzhi was really angry...

Yang Jun was as curious as a cat scratching his heart: "Since this Mu Zirang is a relic of Liangzhou, it must be the first time he sees you, but why is he so afraid?"

"Do you think it's me he's afraid of? What he's afraid of is the thunder that day... Otherwise, do you think Dou Ling can be defeated so quickly just by relying on the fire horse formation?"

"Thunder, what kind of thunder..."

Just after asking, Yang Jun suddenly thought of how Li Chengzhi captured Woye Town with more than a hundred retainers, and also thought of Li Liang and the hundreds of Li retainers who had left the city all night last night, but had just appeared out of nowhere like thieves.

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Is that so?

"What exactly is this thunder?"

"I can't explain it to you in one or two sentences, but don't worry, you will see it sooner or later!"

Yang Jun's eyes widened: "Is it Jizi's rhetoric again?"

"How could it be?"

Li Chengzhi smiled awkwardly: Change the flour this time!

Sure enough, when it comes to thunder, Yang Jun has no time to take care of the Liangzhou relics.

Li Chengzhi also knew clearly that he rebelled against Gaoche and moved to the West Sea, with thirty thousand households, six thousand or seven thousand armored cavalry, etc. Yang Jun, Yuan Zhi and others believed at most one or two sentences out of ten. More

I don’t even believe a sentence or two.

But what else can be done?

It is true that Li Song is too impatient. The huge Du Lun tribe can be destroyed at a moment's notice, and the city of Manchester, which has stood for hundreds of years, can be destroyed at a moment's notice. It is just child's play. It is quite good for Li Chengzhi to make up such an excuse in a hurry.

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For the current plan, we can only let Yang Jun, Luo Jian and others try not to have contact with the white-armored soldiers. As soon as the reward from the imperial court arrives, it will become a settled fact, let alone rebel from Gao Che, say that they are from Gao Che.

In the royal court of Rouran, no one dared to doubt what was revealed in the sweat tent of the ugly slave of Yu Jiulu.

There is no need to worry in the court. At this time, they should have received their first two urgent reports. They have just learned that Yuan Yi’s life and death are not known, the fertile fields will be in chaos, and Dou Ling wants to invade the south.
To be continued...