The python robe of the Liyang vassal king carved out the formation of the army, drove straight into the hinterland of the 400,000 Beimang army, Prince Yelu Hongcai of Beimang always stopped under the flag and did not take a step back. This nominal future grassland monarch not only did not show any fear, but his eyes were hot, just like the annual grassland autumn hunt, watching a fierce beast with his own eyes, step by step falling into carefully arranged traps. The more he struggled, the more he could make the knights involved in the hunting feel the pleasure of conquest.

Although the prince, who has been mediocre for many years, was always regarded as a puppet by the grassland nobles and grandmasters in Beiting, he was considered to be just a master of the middle-aged man, without any talent or strategy, and was even regarded as a defiling of the noble surname Yelu by many royal relatives who were angry with him. It cannot be denied that the young man who inherited the 70 to 80% of the appearance of the late emperor was wearing the dazzling armor that he would wear every time he personally fought for the emperor. At this time, he was on the battlefield, and he was indeed like a golden armored god of war like his father.

Yelu Hongcai held an exquisite dagger inlaid with several priceless gems in his right hand, gently tapped the palm of his left hand, raised his eyes and looked at it, trying his best to suppress the excitement in his heart, so that his entire angular face seemed a little stiff. This noble man from the grassland who had endured humiliation for many years kept breathing gently, fearing that he would reveal some clues, which would cause the great master of martial arts who rose like a comet in the world to "stop the cliff", resulting in a failure.

Yelu Hongcai subconsciously narrowed his eyes and felt in a complicated mood. If the King of Northern Liang could be given the word "young" as the prefix, it would be like the Emperor Zhao family in Liyang, a young vassal king and a young emperor, who were indeed well-deserved young, because they were several years apart from their thirty years. But Yelu Hongcai was different. He had already passed the age of the scholars in the Central Plains who started a family and started a career, and was thirty-five! According to the remnants of the Southern Dynasties, there is a saying in the Central Plains that life is rare in seventy years. He knew that his martial arts talent was mediocre, not to mention the Bodhisattva of Tuoba, Hong Jingyan and Jianqi were close to those of these few top masters, even those of the same age, such as Caitan, Li Fengshou and Tuoba Chunjun, were far inferior to those of peers, so he would definitely not be able to become a second-grade young master in this life, and naturally he could not enjoy the prolonged life after tempering his body.

In this way, half of his life has passed away. Except for marrying the woman with a prominent background and being boring at the instruction of the emperor, she became a man who has been holding hands with her. I remember that eight or nine out of ten powerful young children from Beiting at that time were waiting to see the jokes of His Royal Highness, and waiting for the people beside him to openly raise their heads. The princess who won the name of the two-character vocabulary in the Chess and Sword Yuefu was still quite obedient and always lived in simplicity. She had never learned from those noble women who were bold by nature and were confused with the grassland men like eagles, nor did she go to the Southern Dynasties to hook up with some nobles who were born with Spring and Autumn remnants. Apart from this, it seemed that Yelu Hongcai had no other deeds to show off.

The crown prince of a country and the future co-lord of millions of cavalry on the grassland. How sad and pitiful to live to this extent?!

Yelu Hong's face became ferocious, his five fingers tightened his scabbard, and his veins swelled up.

Finally, the young king of Li Yang's surname did not disappoint His Royal Highness, and fought a bloody path. He stood firm and held a cool knife in his hand. Although he was surrounded by hundreds of thousands of troops, the young vassal king still looked calm and had a brilliant appearance. This was probably what the world calls the kind of beauty that is so-called.

Yelu Hongcai realized that the jealousy in his heart was so strong, just like the dead grass on the vast grassland in the late autumn, throwing a fire note, which was a burning scene, and it was endless. Even though he knew that the young man standing a mile away was a dying person and a dying person, he could not suppress his mood. His Royal Highness Beimang had no reason to drink the Beiliang Green Ant Wine, which had long been known for, and really wanted to drink it in front of this pride of Li Yangtian.

In front of everyone, Yelu Hongcai, with a distinctive armor, was pinched with a horse's belly, and the spiritual sweat-blooded horse gently stepped forward a few steps. The man and horse left the shadow covered by the big cage. The prince of Beimang laughed and said, "What a 10,000-strong enemy of the King of Beiliang! If you hadn't met on the battlefield, I would have to talk to you. I, Yelu Hongcai, would have taken out the best horse milk wine on the grassland and never get drunk with you Xu Fengnian!"

Behind Prince Beimang was tens of thousands of Qinxue Army, and the two thousand elite guards closest to Yelu Hongcai, who were closest to Yelu Hongcai, most of them showed strange expressions. Obviously, they did not expect that the prince, who was not well-known, could be so majestic. Therefore, when they looked at the back of the golden armor, they restrained a little bit. Everyone did not even hide it. After all, the Qixue Army in the Grassland was more indifferent to the Imperial Guards of the Liyang Dynasty, which was praised as "the emperor's heavy armor" by the Zhao monarchs of all dynasties. They were all from the two-character family of A and B. Of course, this is also related to the relatively rare Chinese family in the Southern Dynasty and the large Beiting surnames. They were in the Xijing Temple where the Southern Dynasty was full of remnants.

The hall, as long as it is a descendant of the A and B tribes of the forefront of the Beimang Qin's genealogy, not to mention the direct lineage, even the members of the side branches with a little talent, can often hold a firm place, and there are also many people from B and D as important members of Xijing. In contrast, Beiting, whether it is the central court to discuss politics or the king's tent, there are almost no faces outside A and B. Yelu Hongcai, the old minister of the three dynasties who is homophonic with the name of Prince Beimang, still stands in bloody storms after the empress usurps the throne. The fundamental reason is that this old man who is not squinting his eyes and wanders thousands of miles away every time he discusses the matter, has mastered nearly half of the people of the Qie Xue army.

Murong Baoding, who was originally the first foreign relative, should have taken charge of the important food and grass and the source of war horses, but in the end he could only go to the lowest Orange State among the thirteen Prefectures. It was undoubtedly the secret force of Yelu Hongcai and a large group of "Lao Qiexue". Dong Zhuo was able to quickly stand out in the Southern Dynasty, and finally held military and political power at the same time. The early achievements of saving the country were certainly indispensable, but marrying the woman named Yelu was even more critical. His Majesty the Emperor valued Dong Zhuo and constantly promoted this person out of order. Isn't it that he hoped to relieve the fierce conflict between the two surnames of Murong Yelu to a certain extent?

You should know that for the past four hundred years, the emergence of heroic talents has always been that "those who have the cowardly Xue army have the grassland"!

The greatest contribution of the old North Court King Xu Huainan during his lifetime was that in the midst of internal and external troubles, he devoted his efforts to assist His Majesty the current Empress to break this iron law and help this unjust woman not only successfully sit on the dragon throne without mastering half of the Qie Xue army!

Faced with the bold words of His Highness Prince Beimang, the young vassal king of Beiliang, standing on the edge of the open space, was indifferent. He neither spoke any heroes' words of mutual appreciation, nor took advantage of the momentum to rush forward, and was always one mile away from Yelu Hongcai.

It was clearly already broken into two thousand Beimang iron armor, but when no one stopped him, he chose to hold his troops. This made both the Beimang infantry behind the young vassal king and the Qinxue army behind the Prince of Beimang, feel puzzled. Could it be that he finally reached the end of his strength?
Chapter completed!