Jiaohua

Chapter 755
Dai Yu glanced at Shen Lie, stepped forward to caress the horse's neck and back, and couldn't help saying: "It's really a good horse!"

The horse lowered its head and rubbed against his big palm.

"Master, you are quite spiritual!" Dai Yu laughed.

Shen Lie has no shortage of horses, with as many as ten mounts, two of which are sweat horses.

Having known horses for many years, he knew at a glance that the horse in front of him was worthy of the word "BMW".

It was just about the horses, and he paid more attention to the names of people and places mentioned in Lin Jianrui's words.

"Is there any relationship between the general and He Chuan?" Shen Lie asked.

"He Chuan is in the west, and has been in business for many years, so how can he not come and go?" Lin Jianrui said.

"Commercial?"

"Haha!" Lin Jianrui laughed, full of youthful vigor, "It's hard to say about this in the early years. If people above the court knew about it, they would be imprisoned for ten years at least, and their families would be ransacked. But in fact, more than half of the people in Tanzhou The chamber of commerce, including the barracks of our military department, has always been in business with He Chuan. Their goods are good! The horses raised are strong and tall, with strong limbs. That's totally different!"

"Speaking of ransacking the family and exterminating the family, I think of Dingguo's mansion," Shen Lie said in a deep voice, "After the Guogong's mansion was copied, more than [-] people were exiled to the Hechuan wasteland. two?"

"Hey, this is a coincidence, it really happened. Back then they were going to go from Ningsi's Huishui Road. When Liu Mutang attacked Cangjin, Li's soldiers changed their way to visit my state!"

Dai Yu hurriedly asked, "Then where are they now?"

"I don't know," Lin Jianrui shook his head, "I was still young at that time, but every exile from Yong'an traveled thousands of miles in vain, without food for hunger, clothes for cold, and illnesses that could not be cured. It’s good to be half alive.”

"Then at least someone is still alive!" Dai Yu said, turning his head to look at Shen Lie, his eyes bright and expectant.

Shen Lie knew what he wanted to do, but if those people were easy to find, she should have found them in the past few years.

He stepped forward and raised his hand to caress the neck of the horse, patted the strong back, and turned his head to order his subordinates to lead Longying away.

All good horses are strong, but on the battlefield, only when you have no choice will you ride a strong horse you have never ridden before.

Chuanchang Gorge is located in the southeast of Mount Ligen. The gorge is eight miles long and very narrow. Lin Jianrui made arrangements to block it back and forth, and to catch a turtle in an urn.

Zhan Song led less than a thousand troops this time, and rushed to join Zhan Ke's main army of the Tianli camp.

Lin Jianrui and his deputy Ai Shan led the troops separately, one east and one north.

The scouting cavalry in front galloped back, saying that the enemy had arrived, and there were still about two miles to go.

Lin Jianrui tied a piece of long white silk to his forehead, pulled out the saber left by his father, and his eyes were sharp and deep: "With my current strength, I can't kill Zhan Ke for now. He made me lose my father, so I will let him die." He lost his son!"

He turned around and looked to the back, shouting loudly: "All officers and soldiers listen to the order!! Get ready for battle! Avenge the old general!"

"Yes!"

"Revenge for the old general!"

cried the soldiers.

"Don't!" He hurriedly raised his hand again, "Don't make a sound, don't scare the enemy away!"

The morale that had just exploded suddenly fell silent.

Dai Yu suppressed a smile, and looked at Shen Lie at the side.

Shen Lie's profile was cold and handsome, his black eyes looked at the opening of the downhill canyon, and there seemed to be a brittle silver light in his eyes.

"Master." Dai Yu called out in a low voice.

Shen Lie glanced at him, then turned to Lin Jianrui.

"General Lin, I've got your BMW as a present, so I'll capture Zhan Song alive as a gift," Shen Lie clasped his fists as he spoke, "Shen Lie petitioned for a fight first!"

Lin Jianrui was taken aback: "What does Mr. Shen mean?"

"Let me go first." Shen Lie said.

Lin Jianrui looked at him, his eyes brightened, and he nodded: "Okay!"

The noon sun was scorching and blazing, directly hitting the heavy and dull armor, and the body under the armor seemed to be thrown into an iron furnace.

The lush vegetation in the canyon, under the scorching sun, seemed to have twists and turns of smoke. At the end of the canyon road, the first infantry gradually appeared.

In the eyes of the infantry, a man and a horse appeared in front of them.

The young man was alone and single-handedly, sitting on horseback, his armor was shining brightly under the sun, and his handsome face was as smooth as jade.

The infantry gradually stopped.

"Zhan Song come out!" The man's voice was clear, "Do you dare to fight me?"

The infantry looked at me and I looked at you. Some laughed, and some felt uneasy for no reason and couldn't laugh.

It is a tradition of military strategists to call the battle before the army. In ancient times, the generals were named, and if the generals dared to refuse, more than one person would lose face.

But since the beginning of the Zhang Dynasty, it has been acceptable or inappropriate, and it is really embarrassing to die for nothing for the sake of face.

Zhan Song kicked his horse forward and looked at the man in the distance coldly: "Who are you?"

Shen Lie narrowed his gaze, and suddenly rode his horse and rushed away.

The horse's hooves hit the ground and rushed to him in an instant.

The infantry hurriedly rushed forward, trying to stop them, but the strong and ruthless front hooves of the steed broke through the formation in an instant.

The long and narrow canyon has too much influence on the formation and support of the follow-up troops. No matter how many troops there are in the long team, the tail cannot be lost.

Zhan Song hurriedly slashed over with the long knife in his hand, Shen Lie fended off several long guns, swept across with a "snap", and slapped Zhan Song's back heavily.

A mouthful of thick blood spewed out from Zhan Song's mouth immediately.

The captain of the guard rushed to stop him, but was easily killed.

Shen Lie's spear picked up the reins of Zhan Song's mount, pulled him along with the horse, and then cut off another part, quickly wrapped the broken rein around Zhan Song's right arm, and turned away.

"General!"

The soldiers clapped their horses and gave chase.

Lin Jianrui was dumbfounded, and raised his sword in his hand: "Soldiers! Go for me! Go!!"

The queue rushed down with him, and the raised swords and spears shone brightly in the sun.

Zhan Song spat out a few more mouthfuls of blood. Even with the armor on his back, he was dragged all the way, and half his life was worn out.

Several soldiers grabbed him from the ground and brought him to Lin Jianrui.

Seeing Lin Jianrui, Zhan Song wanted to straighten his back, but was kicked to the ground by several soldiers.

Lin Jianrui was ecstatic, and shouted angrily: "The revenge of killing your father is irreconcilable! You go to the spring to ask my father for sins, and I will send your dog father down soon!"

"Bah!" Zhan Song spat blood.

Lin Jianrui slashed down with his knife, and Zhan Song's head rolled several times on the ground.

"Pick it up!" Zhan Song looked at the guard, "Send someone to Yanggong Valley, and give it to Zhan Ke, that old man!"

"Yes!"

Lin Jianrui turned to look at Shen Lie, and shouted happily: "Mr. Shen, don't blame my uncle and Mr. Wang for inviting you here. Winning Mr. Shen is like winning thousands of troops!"

Shen Lie didn't speak, his deep black eyes didn't show any ups and downs of emotion, and his handsome face, which was already slightly affectionate, became more indifferent and alienated.

He looked at the blood on the ground. The soldiers were cleaning up the decapitated corpses. The spilled blood was still hot, and it seemed to be even hotter under the sun.

(End of this chapter)