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Fang Jie had no idea how many days he had been in the secret prison of the Great Neiwei Office. He had no idea about it. It was very difficult to seize the time in such a place where black and white are confused day and night. Fortunately, after Zhuo Buyi visited and left, he was no longer alone.

Qiu Yu comes every day, either because of her apologies to the boy or because of her curiosity about her body, but no matter which one is it, Fang Jie must respect her. Professor Ning Yan said that on the day when Fang Jie was detained and imprisoned, Qiu Yu angrily smashed Dean Zhou's desk and demolished Dean Zhou's house. This is something that requires great courage to do. Fang Jie is sure that he will not dare to do this in the Martial Arts Academy, and he may not say that Professor Qiu is the only one.

It is a blessing to just a few words, let alone the savage demolition of President Zhou’s house.

Fang Jie once asked Qiu Yu what it felt like to smash Dean Zhou’s desk and demolish his house. It was just when Qiu Yu was about to leave and return to the Martial Arts Academy. The woman walked with her hands behind her back. When she reached the door, she paused slightly, and then said a word without looking back.

"Cool"

So Fang Jie is sure that this woman must not be messed with.

When he was idle, he couldn't help but wonder how long he would be imprisoned? He would not let go of his lockup, nor would he kill, nor would he forgive him, which was the most difficult thing. Fortunately, Professor Ning Yan's words made him understand many things, so he gradually calmed down. Although he could not enjoy it, he could barely study calmly and practice quietly and steadily.

What he didn't know was that His Majesty the Emperor had actually forgotten him during this period.

The war in the northwest is about to break out. Hundreds of thousands of troops transferred from other roads to the northwest have already been in place, and the supplies enough to supply millions of troops have been in place. In addition, the garrisons and border troops in the northwest have now gathered in Shandong Road. At this time, there is no need to hide anything.

And Fan Gucheng became more important.

It is already winter in Chang'an City, so it is naturally colder in Fan Gu. However, there is no difference between four seasons here. Instead, it goes westward and becomes warmer in the depths of the Mongol Empire. It is said that the Golden Treasure is located like spring all year round, but no one has seen it in the Sui Dynasty.

Fan Gu went westward and crossed the Wolf Rushan Mountains to be the territory of the Mandu Banner of the Mongol Empire. There is basically no difference here with Fan Gu, but the wind seems to be stronger. Mandu Latu, the owner of the Mandu Banner, was a tough warring faction, and he has always advocated fighting against the Great Sui army. Over the years, the friction between the Northwest Frontier Army of the Great Sui and the Mongolian Yuan border army was mostly due to the instruction of this Mandu Latu.

Opposite Langru Mountain is Nirvana City, which is the easternmost border city of the Mongol Yuan. There are two thousand Mongol Yuan cavalry in Nirvana City, and the general is the rising Mandu wolf of the Mandu family.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers gathered in Shandong Road in the Sui Dynasty, and Mandu Wolf naturally knew about it. On the day he received the news, he sent people back to Yuntai City, the city of Mandu Banner. The Mandu Banner is a relatively small territory of the Mongolian Yuan Banner, but it is also thousands of miles away. Mandu Latu has more or less blood ties with the Golden Family. Although it is extremely remote, this blood relationship allows him to justify himself as a noble.

The golden family that ruled the Mongolian Yuan was named Kuoke Taimeng. The Mongolian Yuan language means winged wolf. The current Khan's name is Kuoke Taimengge, which is commonly called Mengge by the Sui people. The Golden Family has ruled this huge grassland for thousands of years. Since the first Dalun Ming King crowned the Golden Family in the Daxue Mountains, it has been around for dozens of generations.

The rise of the Kuk Taimeng family and the extreme west of the grassland is said to have been ruled by the dark devils a thousand years ago. The herders had to sacrifice living people every year, and they also offered almost all cattle and sheep, and the people were living in poverty. Later, when the dark devil messenger arrived at the Kuk Taimeng family territory, the young tribal leader Kok Taimengku used a scimitar to kill the devil's messenger with a scimitar, stood on the snowy mountain and issued an order to overthrow the devil's rule.

The herdsmen of various tribes who had been oppressed for too long responded and raised troops to follow Mengkuo. After hundreds of battles, they finally defeated the demon's army. With the help of the first Dalun King of the Buddha Sect, they killed the demons with high magic power and established a powerful and unified Mongolian Empire.

Meng represents the Quak Taimeng family. Yuan represents the meaning of the beginning and the cycle of endless cycles. It is said that the name of this empire was also given by the Ming King of the Great Wheel.

Of course, this is just a legend. But there is no doubt that in the war to unify the grasslands of the Kuoke Taimeng family, the Buddha Sect played a crucial role. Every Mongol Yuan Khan was a sincere believer of the Buddhist Sect and worshipped as a disciple under the Dalun Mingwang. Although this was just a false name, the Khan would not really practice in the Daxue Mountains, this false name was the most effective way to help the Kuoke Taimeng family rule the grasslands.

The authority of the Golden Family Kok Taimont is unquestionable. If anyone dares to offend the Golden Family, he will be punished the most severely and implicated.

Although the Mongolian Yuan did not have a very clear division of labor in the court like the Central Plains Empire, it had a very complete mechanism after thousands of years. The biggest difference with the Central Plains countries is that the Mongolian Yuan has always believed in force. In their opinion, the literati who could write poetry in the Central Plains were like clowns who performed acrobatics in their country. It was difficult for them to understand that the emperors of the Central Plains would let those who were powerless to take charge of the power of the court.

In the eyes of the Mongols, only warriors deserve respect.

Mandu Latu was already in his fifties. He always hoped that he could lead the fierce grassland cavalry to fight the Sui people to the death in his lifetime. He thought he would not have lived that day, but God favored him and the war suddenly came without warning.

When Mandu Wolf received an urgent report, Mandu Latu, who had a gray beard, was silent for a long time. He suddenly felt a little frightened, not knowing whether he should be angry or happy.

People in their fifties have actually understood a truth about war.

War... has never been beautiful.

The Mandu family's tough attitude towards the Sui Dynasty was just a habit. When the war really came, Mandu Latu realized that he had been clamoring for decades, but was still not prepared.

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He Dazhuang is a veteran who has been in the army for seven years and belongs to the Right Guard. When he first joined the army, he always fantasized that one day he would like his father, step onto the enemy's land with a horizontal sword, cut off all those who dared to resist the Great Sui army and carry it in his hand to exchange military merits.

His father was also a soldier of the Right Guard of the Great Sui Dynasty and had participated in the war to destroy Shang. His entire childhood was spent in his father's memories. He liked to see his father's flushed face as if he was drunk whenever he was excited, and the heat that could not be suppressed in his eyes.

Although his father did not get into a position of a long life until his old age, he still could not stop the old man's sense of pride for decades of military service. His father's story was full of killing and plundering, and he was also inseparable from rape and lust of women from the enemy country. However, his father did not think it was a betrayal of his mother. On the contrary, even his mother did not think there was anything wrong with doing this.

When He Dazhuang was a teenager, his favorite game was to wield the wooden knife that his father had cut for him and play battles with his friends in the village. The weakest children were always forced to pretend to be Shang soldiers, while the strong children always competed for the opportunity to play the role of the Sui army.

What He Dazhuang was helpless was that he was very short when he was a child. The one who was always bullied was always played by the game he loved to play since he was a child. He then died under someone else's wooden knife. Although this made him unhappy, it did not prevent him from loving the game.

He felt that one day he would grow tall and burly. He took the robe of the Great Sui warrior from his father, took the extremely sharp horizontal sword, and became the protagonist on the battlefield, trampling all the enemies under his feet.

He longed for many years until he really became a soldier.

In the first two years of joining the army, he still maintained his desire for war. However, as he grew older and his thoughts became more and more mature, he found that he was actually a little afraid of war. He did not dare to raise such concerns to anyone because he was afraid of being ridiculed by others. As a member of the Great Sui warrior, how could he be afraid of fighting?

Although he is really tall now, although what he is holding is no longer a wooden knife but a real horizontal knife.

He was proud of his father, and his father was also proud of him. His father never did anything in his life, and He Dazhuang was promoted to the ranks after five years of joining the army. He was accompanied by fifty elite soldiers. Whenever he mentioned it, his father would smile proudly and couldn't stop.

Just over a year ago, the luck of being promoted again favored him. He Dazhuang was promoted to the brigade leader and had 100 soldiers under his command.

But he was not happy with this promotion.

The killing more than a year ago still makes him unable to sleep. He and many of the comrades of the Right Guards drove away, left the station, and arrived at this place called Fan Gu. That night, they were ordered to rush into the small town and killed everyone.

The above order says that the people of Fan Gu had been bribed by the Mongols. They shamelessly betrayed the country's intelligence and no longer belonged to the proud Sui people. The angry soldiers rushed in and killed every strange face. The people who were still sleeping all became ghosts under the knife, including old men, women and children.

That night, He Dazhuang also killed many people.

Anger blindfolded his eyes, killing dyed his hands red. When he finally stopped, he calmed down and suddenly felt a chill on his back.

Those slaughtered people are really spies from the Mongol Yuan?

He could not confirm and dared not to verify.

He heard that Fan Gu's defenders had been killed. Just half a day before they rushed into Fan Gu City, the 800-sided army was crushed into meat paste by heavy cavalry under the command of the general.

These things have become nightmares that he will never get rid of. I don’t know how many nights he has been awakened from his dream with sweat. The faces of women and children still remain in his mind, which cannot be removed.

He began to drink heavily, but he became more and more drunk, but he became less likely to get drunk.

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He Dazhuang looked back at the soldiers following him. He pressed his hand down and signaled the soldiers to lower their bodies. One hundred soldiers armed to the teeth followed him closely, and the two teams were always protecting his wings, one left and one right. They set out from Fan Gu at night, and then lurked on Langru Mountain for a whole night.

The Sui army knew that the Mongols and Yuan people had set up many secret whistles on Langru Mountain, but they never cared about them. The existence of those secret whistles was just proof that the Mongols and Yuan people were afraid of the Sui army. They were afraid that the Sui people would cross Langru Mountain, so they sneaked in and sent many scouts on the mountain.

He Dazhuang's task is to clean up the Mengyuan scouts on the mountain overnight.

That night, He Dazhuang and the others quietly killed at least twenty Mengyuan scouts. Before dawn, there was still the last place left without arriving. It was the highest point of Langru Mountain, and at least thirty Mengyuan soldiers were stationed here for a long time. When they saw the Mengyuan scouts wearing leather helmets and gray leather armor appearing a hundred meters away, He Dazhuang rubbed his frown and threw away the thoughts in his mind.

"Split two teams to encircle, one team goes around the other side of the mountain to prevent someone from escaping, and the other team follows me and walk up."

He gave a low command, then slowly aimed the crossbow Duanping, patrolling and entering the thirty meters of Inner Mongolia Yuan scout.

"kill!"

A low roar squeezed out from his throat, and several crossbow arrows shot out at the same time to put the Mongolian Yuan people to the ground. He stood up and pulled out the horizontal knife: "Da Sui!"

"forward!"

The soldiers shouted and rushed towards the last Mongolian stronghold on Langru Mountain.

war
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