The First Great Ancestor of the Five Dynasties

Chapter 308
A uniform roar spread into the camp. Dozens of soldiers with loud voices took the lead in roaring, and then Pan Mei led all the soldiers to shout in unison.

The majestic voice was quite desolate, echoing among the hills.

Behind the camp gate, the Forbidden Army soldiers who were waiting in full formation opened their eyes wide and were all stunned.

A small school boy who didn't know why was curious to find out the meaning of the rebels' shouting, was slapped hard on the back of the head by the leader and cursed a few times.

All the generals who understood the content of the shouting had different expressions.

The old troops who had followed Murong Yanchao from the returned army were naturally full of anger. The rest of the Forbidden Army generals looked at each other, wanting to laugh but not daring to do so. It was very hard to hold it in.

On top of the watchtower, Murong Yanchao stumbled and clung to the railing, his dark face turning purple.

Hou Yi laughed "ha" and cut it off. Murong Yanchao suddenly turned his head and glared. Hou Yi turned around and looked around, but did not look at him, pretending that nothing happened.

Jiao Jixun shook his head. Now he was sure that the person coming was really a subordinate of Zhang Yijun.

This shameless practice of exposing the enemy's scars and poking the enemy's sore spots before the war is the consistent style of Zhang Yijun and Zhu Xiu.

Moreover, these sentences are short, powerful, and catchy, and they are probably Zhu Xiu's handwriting.

Jiao Jixun stared at it, but he didn't know where the kid was hiding.

Based on his understanding of Zhu Xiu, that boy must be hiding behind his back and controlling remotely, and would never show up easily to commit danger.

"I swear to tear this person into pieces!" Murong Yanchao roared sharply and slapped the railing heavily.

"The last general is willing to go to war and retrieve this thief's head for the commander-in-chief!" Luan Hu, the general of the returning German army, said loudly.

Another Imperial Guardsman, Yu Hou, named Xu Hetong, quietly retreated and did not fight for the chance to fight again.

The rebels were calling Murong Yanchao by name, and how did it have anything to do with their imperial army.

If revenge was to be taken, it would naturally be Murong Yanchao's direct descendants who would come forward.

Murong Yanchao immediately ordered: "Luan Hu immediately mobilized three thousand soldiers and horses and went out to fight. We must retrieve this thief's head!"

"The general has the order!" Luan Hu accepted the order excitedly and left.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

Soon, the dull war drums rumbled, the camp door opened wide, the suspension bridge was lowered, Luan Hu led his troops out of the camp, crossed the trench on the suspension bridge, and formed an array outside the camp.

Pan Mei waved her hand to signal the whole army to return to the formation, lined up to meet the enemy, got on her horse and looked into the distance.

He had met Murong Yanchao once before, and Murong Yanchao's figure and appearance were very easy to recognize, so he could be recognized among the people in the watchtower at a glance.

Pan Mei saw that Murong Yanchao did not go to the battle in person, and put the flower knife on his shoulder, and said lazily: "A certain sword will not kill the unknown people. If you want to survive, go back quickly and tell the old thief Murong Yanchao to get out and die!"

Luan Hu was furious and pointed his spear at him: "Where did you come from, a red-faced and long-bearded thief? You are worthy of my commander?"

"Hehe~" There was a hint of ferocity in Pan Mei's eyes, and she spat into the palm of her hand, "You guys, do you dare to challenge someone in front of the two armies?"

Luan Hu was full of confidence and shouted: "Why don't you dare? Remember this red-faced thief, the one who takes your head belongs to the German military commander Luan Hu!"

With a roar, Luan Hu clapped his horse and rushed out of the military formation.

"I am General Pan Mei!" Pan Mei clamped her legs together, and her men and horses rushed out like dragons, waving their sabers to kill Luan Hu.

Luan Hu waved his gun to fight with a sneer in his heart. He was so laughable that a nobody dared to call himself a general.

The imperial army beat drums to aid the battle, and the soldiers behind Pan Mei roared in unison to increase their momentum.

Under the shining winter sun, the horses' hooves splashed with mud and snow. The heads and necks of the two war horses touched each other. The two generals on horseback brandished their swords and guns and fought fiercely together.

Judging from the scene, the two men were fighting extremely fiercely, and they were quite inseparable.

Murong Yanchao knew Luan Hu's strength. He stared at him closely for a while and said solemnly: "This man's martial arts skills are slightly superior. I'm afraid Luan Hu is no match for him."

Just as he was about to order Ming Jin to withdraw his troops and re-select generals to fight, he saw the situation on the battlefield suddenly change.

Pan Mei straddled the horse's back, dragged the knife back and slashed, and actually cut off Luan Hu's head and shoulders with one knife!

Blood sprayed, heads fell to the ground, headless corpses fell under the horses, and the uncontrolled horses wandered towards the distant grassland.

The sound of the Imperial Guards beating drums and cheering suddenly stopped, and there was a huge uproar.

The soldiers of the Forbidden Army who were watching the battle in the camp were also shocked. They did not expect that the two generals who seemed to be matched against each other would decide the winner in less than a hundred rounds.

Moreover, Luan Hu didn't even have a chance to escape and was killed on the spot.

Pan Mei picked up Luan Hu's helmet and held up her flower knife to display, and cheers came from behind her.

"Ugh!"

Murong Yanchao slapped the railing heavily in frustration, and all the generals around him also looked regretful.

In their opinion, Pan Mei's martial arts skills were on par with Luan Hu's, but she was just smarter than Luan Hu.

"The last general requested to go to war to avenge General Luan!" Xu Hetong, the Marquis of the Forbidden Army, stood up and shouted loudly.

He knew that his martial arts skills were superior to Luan Hu's. As long as he was careful, he would be able to capture the red-faced thief alive, gain an early start for the army, restore morale, and make the first contribution to the army.

When the official arrives, he will be rewarded heavily.

There are many Forbidden Army generals who are eager to try. Luan Hu's martial arts is not top-notch, so there should be nothing to be afraid of if he fights with a thief general who is on par with him.

Murong Yanchao's expression turned ugly. The generals of the imperial army who swarmed forward when they smelled the smell of meat really didn't have the same heart with him.

Murong Yanchao was not stupid. He knew that many people in the Forbidden Army were dissatisfied with him, so he would naturally not give them the opportunity to make meritorious deeds.

Murong Yanchao glanced at the generals and remained silent.

Pan Mei raised her bloody helmet high, leaped to the enemy's formation, and shouted loudly at the watchtower: "Murong Yanchao, if you have the guts, come out and have a fight with your Grandpa Pan! I heard that you were also in front of the two armies' formation back then. Why is this hero who has killed five generals in a row huddled in the camp today, staying behind closed doors and sending some soldiers and crabs to fight you, Grandpa Pan?
Is it possible that I have become a coward as I get older?If you don't dare to fight, Grandpa Pan advises you to surrender as soon as possible and follow me to kowtow to Marshal Guo to apologize! "

Pan Mei's voice was like thunder, and the shouts made all the soldiers of the Forbidden Army change their expressions.

Those who are angry have it, and those who watch jokes have it.

Murong Yanchao clenched his fists, his face getting darker with anger and his eyes spitting fire.

Pan Mei whistled, and there was another mocking voice behind her: "Yan Kunlun, with a black pockmarked face, the son of a wild man, knows his mother but does not know his father, and knows his father who dare not see him."

"I swear to kill this thief!" Murong Yanchao was extremely angry, "Here, come on horseback and get my sword!"

Murong Yanchao was about to go downstairs and leave the camp to fight Pan Mei, but Jiao Jixun hurriedly stopped him: "The enemy will use words to provoke him. I am afraid he is deliberately provoking the general to fight in person. You must not fall into the trap!"

Murong Yanchao said angrily: "There are only more than two thousand rebels outside the camp, and there is no place for ambushes around. How can there be any ambush? No need to say more, General Jiao is sitting in the camp. Let's see this commander kill this thief in front of the formation!" "

Murong Yanchao pushed away Jiao Jixun's hand, climbed down the ladder to the watchtower, took the sword, mounted his horse and left the camp.

Pan Mei returned to the front of the formation to prepare for the battle, and watched Murong Yanchao dash out of the camp gate, clutching the flower knife tightly.

If it weren't for Zhu Xiu's repeated orders to promise defeat but not victory, Pan Mei would have really wanted to let go and fight Murong Yanchao happily.

But thinking of Zhu Xiu's instructions, Pan Mei gritted her teeth and suppressed the raging fighting spirit in her heart.

If Murong Yanchao can be killed in one battle today, he will be able to achieve the reputation of General Pan Mei tomorrow.

"Boy Zhu, for you, our old Pan gave up the opportunity to become famous in the world!" Pan Mei secretly muttered, already thinking about asking for compensation from Zhu Xiu.After restraining Luan Hu's body, Murong Yanchao rode forward on his horse, pointed his sword and said sternly: "The red-faced thief, why don't you step forward and die!"

Pan Mei pretended to be furious, slapped her horse and rushed forward.

Both of them wielded the sword of a hundred battles, and their body shapes were relatively similar. One had a black face and the other had a red face. They roared and fought dozens of people together with no outcome in sight.

Murong Yan was a little frightened by Chaoyue, always feeling that Pan Mei's martial arts skills fluctuated.

Pan Mei gasped for air, looking exhausted.

Murong Yanchao saw this and became energetic and fought harder and harder.

Looking upstairs, Hou Yi stroked his beard and suddenly whispered: "I'm afraid this man's martial arts skills are more than that. He is deliberately showing weakness!"

Jiao Jixun nodded sympathetically: "Duke Lu has bright eyes!"

After nearly a hundred rounds, a gap suddenly appeared under Pan Mei's armpit. Murong Yanchao seized the opportunity and swept it across with his sword.

"Wow~ The wild beasts are really powerful. We, Old Pan, are no match for us! Get out now~"

Pan Mei let out a strange scream, and used the knife pole to fend off the attack. She turned her horse's head and screamed at the top of her throat.

The two thousand soldiers and horses threw down their flags and weapons as if defeated, retreated like a tide with a crash, and scrambled to flee towards the rear.

Looking at that appearance, those who didn't know it thought they had suffered a major defeat.

Murong Yanchao was also startled, he did not expect the rebels to withdraw so simply.

Just as he was about to give the order to pursue, there was a sound of gold ringing from the top of the city.

Murong Yanchao looked angrily at Pan Mei leading the people to flee in a panic, he pouted bitterly, waved his hand and said, "Clean the battlefield, withdraw the troops and return to the camp."

Back in the camp, Murong Yanchao jumped off his horse, threw the sword to the soldiers, and said angrily, "Who ordered the gold call?"

Jiao Jixun said hurriedly: "It's me."

Murong Yanchao gritted his teeth and said: "I am about to kill the red-faced thief, so I sent the cavalry to catch up and bite him tightly. If we find the rebel hiding place, we will definitely annihilate them in one go. Why did General Jiao order the gold medal?" "

Jiao Jixun smiled bitterly and said: "The enemy general's martial arts are not weak, but he may have a back-up plan and show signs of fraud. General Murong is in danger of the safety of the army, so he must not take risks easily!"

Murong Yanchao was furious: "General Jiao, do you think that my martial arts skills are not as good as that of the red-faced thief? I was able to win the battle just now because that red-faced thief deliberately exposed his flaws?"

"This." Jiao Jixun was speechless.

Murong Yanchao snorted heavily, glared at him angrily, and walked away.

After the soldiers dispersed, some scouts came out of the camp from a side gate to inquire about the movements of the rebels.

Hou Yi slowly put his hands on his hands and stepped forward, smiling: "Murong Yanchao is conceited. If he wants to chase him, just let him chase him. There is no need to meddle in other people's business."

Jiao Jixun smiled bitterly and said: "The red-faced general with a flower sword is not weak in martial arts. He must be cheating if he pursues him rashly. You and I are the official deputy generals. Since we see something is wrong, how can we not advise him?"

Hou Yi shook his head and said: "Yan Kunlun is arrogant. No matter what you say, he will not believe it. Instead, he will think that you are competing with him for credit. Simply shut up and say nothing, and there is no need to make yourself unhappy."

Jiao Jixun was silent for a moment and sighed: "Does the Duke of Lu want to watch the imperial court's defeat?"

Hou Yi disagreed and blurted out: "There is nothing wrong with defeat, as long as you and I remain rich and powerful, it doesn't matter who is sitting in the imperial city of Kaifeng!"

After saying that, Hou Yi felt something was wrong and looked around, but fortunately no one was approaching.

Jiao Jixun looked at him with complicated eyes.

Hou Yi chuckled and said: "My dear brother, how old are you? I would like to give you a few words of advice. The flags on the city walls are changing at any time these days. Liu Han has only been in power for three years. He has neither prestige nor popular support. He repeatedly killed Zhongliang, and finally aroused the hatred of the Ye army.

Just imagine, if we were Guo Wei, what would we do?What can be done?

There is no other choice but to fight! "

Hou Yi patted him on the shoulder and chuckled: "To say the least, even if you don't want to rebel, you don't need to care about Murong Yanchao's life or death. Wouldn't it be better for him to be defeated and die? The officials might rely on you to do it." Commander of the army.

But it’s hard to say how much of the military spirit will be able to be united by then~"

Hou Yi's tone was leisurely, and he didn't seem to be worried about his future at all.

"You and I have been in the same boat for the past two years. You might as well say something bluntly. In fact, before I left Beijing, I secretly sent someone to Chanzhou to ask for Guo Wei." Hou Yi suddenly said in a low voice.

Jiao Jixun was startled and looked around cautiously. He pulled Hou Yi aside and asked, "Have you surrendered Guo Wei?"

Hou Yi smiled and said: "Guo Gong promised that after he takes over Kaifeng, he will still grant the title of Duke of our country, so that my Hou family will be rich and noble forever, and I can enjoy my old age in peace. With such favorable conditions, why don't you surrender?"

Jiao Jixun's expression changed unpredictably, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Aren't you afraid that I will report it to the officials?"

Hou Yi's wrinkled old face smiled very furtively: "I have already made arrangements for my family, and even if I die, it will only be me.

But my dear brother, have you ever thought about what will happen to you when Duke Guo's army enters the city? "

Jiao Jixun's eyes flickered, his face gloomy and he said nothing.

"If my prediction is correct, someone will come to see you within the next two days. If you don't believe what I say, you can listen to what other people say."

Hou Yi narrowed his eyes and smiled, and walked slowly to his military tent with his hands behind his back. He was still humming the words used by Yedu's army to curse the formation just now: "Yan Kunlun, with a black pockmarked face, is a son of a barbarian. He knows his mother but not his father. He knows his father." I dare not see that this little tune is quite interesting, well done, well done~"

Jiao Jixun stood there, his mind a mess.

Looking around the camp blankly, I suddenly felt like I had no place to stand.

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In the mountain forest more than ten miles away, Pan Mei led a group of defeated soldiers who abandoned their helmets and armor and rushed back. Zhu Xiu stood on the high slope and nodded with satisfaction.

Look at this look, Pan Mei's deception was very well executed.

Pan Mei glared at Zhu Xiu angrily, sat down on the withered grass, and lay sprawled on her back: "Damn it, this battle was really frustrating! Murong Yanchao really didn't live up to his reputation. If he fights for a hundred more In the remaining rounds, I will definitely be able to capture him alive!"

Zhu Xiu comforted him: "Capturing Murong Yanchao alone is not enough to accomplish the task. We will send the imperial army to Liu Zipo, and then we will let you go and do it as you please."

Pan Mei curled her lips and yelled loudly: "I'm tired, I want to eat meat!"

Zhu Xiu turned around and said, "Come here, bring the hare you just shot to General Pan and roast one!"

Pan Mei stood up and swallowed greedily.

"Why is Hu Guangyue missing?" After looking around, he found that Zhu Xiu's personal bodyguard Hu Guangyue was missing.

Zhu Xiu said angrily: "Eat your rabbit, why do you care so much?"

Pan Mei lazily got up, ready to go to the stream to wash up.

"Go ahead and call for battle tomorrow and try to fight Murong Yanchao again." Zhu Xiu shouted to him.

"I know~" Pan Mei's face was filled with dissatisfaction, "If you talk too much, I'll have to break my legs, damn it~"

Zhu Xiu smiled, turned around and walked up the high slope, overlooking the direction of Kaifeng. The golden sunset slowly set against the outline of Kaifeng City.

Soon, he will become a witness as this ancient capital opens a new chapter in its history.

(End of this chapter)