Early summer, scorching sun, bloody.

Xu Hu and many soldiers were searching for the fleeing horses all over the mountains and fields, sweating profusely, but they were in a very good mood.

Xu Jie and Xu Laoba sat side by side under the shade of the tree. The two of them had a serious expression. The eighteen corpses placed in front of them were mostly the corpses of soldiers under Fang Xing, but there were also three corpses of old Xu family soldiers.

Three hundred dark horse thieves were not killed in the end. After dozens of people fled, Xu Jie had no intention of chasing them again.

"Jie'er, don't be too sad, the soldiers will inevitably die in front of the formation." Xu Laoba looked solemn, but he still spoke to comfort Xu Jie. Xu Laoba has faced such a scene many times, but he still can't be as hard as iron.

Xu Jie nodded, as if he was comforted by Xu Laoba, but said, "I still miss Xiang Yu, and I dare not cross the Yangtze River."

Xu Laoba could understand that because Xu Laoba had had this feeling before. In that battle, Xu Laoba and Xu Zhong brought the people who had lived for the rest of their lives after the hundred and ten battles back to their hometown. This was the feeling. More than 300 people went out together, saying that they would go home together, buy land, get married, and have ten or eight sons.

In the end, these 100 people stood at the intersection from Qingshan County to Xujia Town, but they could not move their legs any longer.

Because when you go home, you have to face the sadness of more than a thousand people, the crying of more than a thousand people, and even the blame of more than a thousand people. Just like the old lady once blamed Xu Zhong for why Xu Zhong came back, why your elder brother couldn't come back, why your third brother and fourth brother couldn't come back. What would you feel like while crying?

King Xiang Yu of Chu brought his 800 children out of the east of the Yangtze River to Wujiang, but he could not cross the river in his hometown. He could only commit suicide and slash his way to the riverside. With such thoughts, Xu Jie could really feel it deeply when facing the corpse.

In the past, if Xiang Yu had crossed the Wujiang River, returned to his hometown, and returned to the Jiangdong elders who supported him, he might also be able to turn the tables again. Perhaps the elders and villagers could still take up weapons for him and defend the city, and perhaps there would be a day to make a comeback. Although it was just a matter of chance, at least Xiang Yu still had the possibility of fighting again. At least Xiang Yu would not die, and the beloved Yu Ji would not die.

But Xiang Yu just couldn't get on the boat that took him home, and could not pass the not-wide Wujiang River.

So why didn't Xu Laoba understand these things, but he was still comforting: "The Overlord took off his armor, that's the defeat. We won or a big victory. Jie'er should be more happy."

Xu Jie naturally wanted to be happy, but he couldn't be happy at all. Xu Jie had a very personal experience in some things. Not to mention the soldiers under Fang Xing who died in battle, just say that the three bodies of the Xu family's old soldiers were all young and old at home, which was no longer a matter of pension and money.

The scorching sun slowly sets, blood rises, and the fishy smell turns into a fishy smell, filling the air.

The bonfire was lit, with wine and meat. The men didn't care about the fishy smell around them, and they could still feast on them.

Xu Jie seemed to be unable to eat anything, watching the bonfire swaying, listening to the crackling sound of the fire, and drinking a few glasses of wine.

Xu Laoba was holding a stone to hit his sword and simply repairing the curled blade. No matter how powerful it is, after experiencing such chopping, the blade will have many damages and many curls.

Xu Jie also pulled out the blood-drinking sword, drank all the remaining little wine in the bowl, took the bowl to hit the blade, and sang a song: "The yellow sand sky is sunny, the setting sun is smiling. I wonder how many people dream of being young?

The horse is neighing, and the battle is fierce. There are children and grandchildren on the knees.

Don’t teach heroes to remember their comrades, and hundreds of thousands of households are all plain.

The dry bones don’t want to hear the wail of their relatives, and they wish to wait for the tumbling tomb to arrive in Qingming Festival.

The yellow sand sky is sunny and the setting sun is smiling. Can you no longer dream of young people?

The horse's hooves are light and the songs are good. The general died in Baizhan.

The old woman wakes up from her dream and she is crying, while the child plays with the bamboo pole in the water.

How can the princes and ministers cherish the people's fat? The princes still remember the passing of Huashao."

The old master sings and Xu Jie sang them again, it was different from the feeling of being in the dilapidated temple that day, and it was a bit more desolate in the battlefield.

Xu Laoba stopped the movements in his hand, looked at Xu Jie, then lowered his head, twitched his nose a few times, and then raised his head, and the tears in his eyes were collected.

"Jie'er's song is well written. Uncle Ba can't hear any of the songs he wrote in the past. Uncle Ba can understand this song, which is really good!" Xu Laoba said, and smiled a little.

Xu Jie also smiled: "Uncle Ba, this song is called "Old Master Song". If you have a piano by your side in the future, you will definitely sing it for you."

"Okay, when my elder brother is here tomorrow, I will invite the courtesan from Hangzhou to sing." Xu Laoba said.

"Uncle Eight can't believe me to play the piano?" Xu Jie asked.

Xu Laoba smiled a little embarrassedly.

Xu Jie said again: "Uncle Ba, don't underestimate me. This hand holding a knife is not bad at playing the piano."

Xu Laoba believed it and nodded and said, "That's right, if Jie'er wants to do anything, he will naturally do it well."

Yun Shuhuan filled the bowl that Xu Jie put down again, and Xu Jie picked it up and went to pay homage to Xu Laoba.

Xu Laoba drank it all in one sip, murmured a few words, trying to learn to sing this song of Lao Zu.

The night slowly deepened, the fire slowly faded away in the swaying, the stars in front of me were dotted, the moonlight was not bright, the wind in the forest made the leaves rustle, and there were a few shouts of beasts from time to time.

Perhaps there were pairs of green eyes in the dark, and while hesitating and wandering, thinking about whether to venture forward to have a full meal.

The old soldiers of the Xu family, who were whistling at night, sat on a tree, motionless, and even breathing followed the rhythm of the breeze in the forest, immersing themselves completely in the world. These old soldiers were really the elite among the elite.

When they got up early, the men got on the horse, each of whom had two or three horses, they had already entered the Datong realm, but the Datong city was still far away.

Xu Jie swayed left and right with the horse under his seat, and his gorgeous clothes were replaced with a Confucian shirt.

Xu Laoba began to teach some things about the battle formation and Xu Jie: "Those people yesterday did not wear iron armor, so it was not difficult to win. If those people were wearing iron armor, it would be a big trouble. On the battle formation, those wearing armor and those who did not wear armor had completely different combat power. Those wearing armor in the army must be elite."

These horse thieves are not wearing armor, but they are not unable to afford it, but because the people on the grassland are all light horses, wearing armor will slow down the horse's speed. Iron armor is not an advantage on the grassland, but it is easy to become a disadvantage, because they cannot catch up with others and cannot escape.

This is often the case, and it is not difficult, but it also requires experts to give some advice so that they can understand it. This is true for all walks of life. Outsiders seem to be simple, but only when they truly enter the industry can they know how many things are.

Xu Laoba talked slowly every detail, and Xu Jie shook his head and listened slowly, and remembered it.

The dust rose again in the distance, and the horse's hooves appeared and disappeared again.

Xu Jie frowned again, and Xu Niu was still skillful and moved up the hill.

"One hundred iron armor, three hundred light cavalry! The flag is always called, the imperial guard!" Xu Niu said concisely.

Xu Jie's hand holding the hilt of the knife also relaxed, and turned around and said to Yun Shuhuan: "Take out the imperial edict and official documents."

Xu Jie had an imperial edict, and he had been asked by the old emperor for more than ten days before departure. After Xu Jie took over the errand to investigate fraud, he had such an imperial edict. The content of the imperial edict was nothing else, which made Xu Jie the imperial envoy to investigate fraud cases in the border town.

When the people in front of the road came, Changqi, they naturally became the army of Datong border town. The general of Datong was Chang Kai, who also had a son named Changsheng, a fat man who was fatter than Yang San.

The Changqi stopped ten steps before he stopped in front of Xu Jie's head. In front of the flagpole, there was a strong military general. The military general was wearing iron armor but not wearing an iron helmet. The iron helmet was held by someone beside him, glanced at the person in front of him, and said, "Who is Commander Xu?"

Xu Jie was not surprised when he heard this, so he knew that the news that he had left Beijing and went to the border town could not be hidden. He immediately took two steps forward and replied: "Xu Jie, I wonder which general was in front of him?"

The general of the army said in a bad tone: "General Xuanwei, Chang Biao, I heard someone come to report last night that you were fighting fiercely with the horse thief, so I came to save him."

General Xuanwei, from the fourth rank, was even one-rate higher than Gong Shan, the commander of the logistics battalion. He was really a great officer.

But this words sounded to Xu Jie's ears, and it didn't seem like they were here to save people. Perhaps the General Xuanwei Chang Biao was probably a little disappointed at this time. What was disappointed was that Xu Jie was not killed by the horse thief. Perhaps he was also disappointed that there were so many people around Xu Jie at this time. If there were only a few people around Xu Jie were rushing to escape, it would be just right.

He happened to kill Xu Jie and blamed the horse thief. At this time, he could not do anything and killed the imperial envoy of the court, which exposed the fate of the family.

"General Chang, a slutty man, is not worth mentioning. Thank you General Chang for coming to rescue him!" Xu Jie's words of thanks were not very grateful.

Chang Biao frowned and waved his hand: "I am stationed not far from here, and escort Commander Xu for several miles."

After saying that, Chang Biao turned around and said that the matter was difficult to handle, so he had to send someone to report it and then decide.

Xu Jie was too lazy to thank him anymore, so he started to beat the horse and followed Chang Biao's team.

Xu Laoba kept looking at the cavalry in front, with some worry on his face, and murmured: "Damn, these lazy guys have taken off their armor and clothes..."

Xu Laoba is an expert in the art of looking at the tricks. The so-called hem of the armor and hem, which is the hem of the skirt, is an iron skirt hanging outside the armor, which protects the crotch, butt, shoulder blades, and neck.

Why did it be removed? It is what Xu Laoba said about laziness. A piece of iron armor can weigh more than fifty kilograms, and the lighter ones can be more than thirty or forty kilograms. It is extremely laborious to wear it. If you go out and wear heavy armor, it will be extremely physically exhausting. Especially in early summer, you will definitely sweat like rain. The iron skirt is swaying when you walk. It is really a burden if you don’t jingle.

Unloading these things can at least reduce the burden of more than ten or twenty kilograms.

Xu Laoba cursed that he was disliked as an old soldier, and it was also a comparison. The difference between the current iron armored cavalry in the border town and more than ten years ago. I think that more than ten years ago, the border town army would definitely not allow this, so Xu Laoba was disliked so.

Xu Jie smiled from the side and said, "Uncle Eighth, if you don't do your business if you don't have the position, why bother with me so much?"

Xu Laoba still cursed: "If you go into battle tomorrow, I will regret it if you teach these guys."

Xu Laoba has been unhappy with it all the way. It would be fine if the road was not built diligently, but he would even be lazy even if he had to pierce armor. Xu Laoba is really a worrying person.

Chang Biao did what he said, but he only escorted a few miles away without even saying goodbye. He looked for a fork in the road and left the avenue.

But Xu Jie didn't know that Ye Chang Biao appeared in a copycat.

The village is not small, with many women and children living in it, and many children, but the elderly are rarely seen. The committee hall of the village is also very small.

In the conference hall, two people sat opposite each other, one middle-aged man with eyes like an eagle, and the other was Chang Biao who had taken off his armor.

"Does the master of Cheng Village know who you intercepted yesterday?" Chang Biao spoke. The middle-aged man sitting opposite him was obviously Cheng Kun, the leader of the dark horse thief.

Cheng Kun was furious when he heard this and cursed: "I care about who he is. I first killed the ninth old man in my village, and then the third brother, and my more than 200 brothers. I will definitely stay with him!"

Chang Biao seemed extremely satisfied with this answer and smiled and said, "The leader of Chengzhai is so bold. That person is a disciple of the imperial envoy of the court and the Minister of Justice."

After saying this, Chang Biao turned to look at Cheng Kun.

Cheng Kun was really stunned for a moment when he heard this. The identity of the imperial envoy in the court was really a bit deterrent. He had to consider the matter of killing the imperial envoy in the court. Cheng Kun could do whatever he wanted in the town here, but he did not dare to do anything to the court. Cheng Kun, a congenital master, had to consider it.

Then Chang Biao said again: "What's wrong? Cheng's village leader is afraid?"

Cheng Kun looked at Chang Biao and said, "General Chang, you came to my village today, why didn't you come to scare me specifically?"

Chang Biao smiled even more strongly, bowed and said, "Master Cheng, Gao Ming, I have brought you a helper. You helped me kill this person in the Chang family. After the matter is completed, there will be rewards. How about it?"

Cheng Kun narrowed his eyes and knew that Chang Biao had come to the door, so he had business. After thinking about it, he asked, "What about after the killing? That's the imperial envoy."

Chang Biao was full of confidence and patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Master Cheng, this is a plan to kill two birds with one stone. Chengzhai mainly avenges brothers, and my Chang family is also for revenge. Even if the leader of Chengzhai became a rebel who murdered the imperial envoy, the matter of suppressing the thieves fell on my Chang family. Even if it was Taiyuan's troops, my Chang family could help the leader of Chengzhai to solve the problem. I think the leader of Chang would not take it in his heart. What worries does the leader of Chengzhai still have?"

Although the Dark Horse Thieves in Taiyuan have dangers to defend and forests to retreat in the mountains, who would have been willing to go there without any desolation? Those who could threaten Kunming are the soldiers of Datong border town in the north, the soldiers of Taiyuan border town in the west, and Hebei in the east, so there is no threat, and there is no threat in the south.

Chang Biao really solved all the worries for Cheng Kun. Cheng Kun and the Chang family still have some basic trust, because the cooperation between the two parties is not once or twice.

Cheng Kun thought for a moment, then asked, "I wonder what kind of helper General Chang brought? I just heard that there was Yang Sanpang next to the young master of the Blood Sword Hall, and this person is not easy to deal with."

Chang Biao said confidently: "That's naturally a master of innateness. Not such a master. In Chengzhaizhu, he can't be called a helper."
To be continued...