Three Kingdoms

  Chapter 437 Looking South and North at Smoke and Dust

  Inside the tent, a lamp is like a bean.

  A black shadow sat in the big tent like a statue, motionless.

   I don’t know how long it took, and a low moan sounded, as if the wind blows through the wilderness, the grass...

   "The flower of sweet potato,

   "Yun is yellowish.

   "The heart is worried,

   "Wei Qi is injured.

   "The flower of sweet potato,

   "Qi Ye Qingqing.

   "Know me so... oh..."

  Yang Feng let out a long sigh, but did not continue singing in a low voice.

   How many years has this been?

  Yang Feng himself can't figure it out.

   Yang Feng’s surname is Yang, there is nothing wrong with that, but Yang Feng’s real name is not "Feng", but "Qiu", the character is "Zihuo", and his ancestral home is Hongnong...

  But nowadays not many people can know his real name, and no one knows how many years no one has called him by his name. They just know Yang Feng and Yang Qushuai.

  Yang Feng's father is Yang Chun, and his grandfather is Yang Li. If it is calculated according to seniority, Yang Feng and Yang Biao are of the same generation, but being of the same generation does not necessarily mean equality, he is as low as yellow mud on the ground, while Yang Biao is the third prince of the current dynasty...

  The gentry is not as beautiful as outsiders see it. If there are too many people, there will inevitably be disputes. There is nothing wrong with ordinary small fights, but if there is a major conflict in academic ambitions, it will not be so easy to resolve.

  Yang Li is the son of Yang Zhen. Yang Zhen was originally married to the Wang family and had sons: Yang Mu, Yang Li, and Yang Rang. Continuing to marry Bing's family and have sons: Yang Bing and Yang Feng (same name).

  When Yang Mushang was reborn, he could somewhat stand up to the entire Yang family, but unfortunately, Yang Mu died of a serious illness in his middle age. Who will be the leader of the Yang family?

  At this time, Yang Li and Yang Bing are about the same age, Yang Li is slightly older, and both have the qualifications to be candidates, so the competition naturally revolves around these two people.

  Yang Feng no longer knows the specific situation at the time, but he knows that his grandfather Yang Li may have failed in seizing power, may have escaped himself, or was expelled by the family. Anyway, he left the Hongnong Yang family and came to live in seclusion in Luliang Mountain.

   This seclusion lasted for decades.

  Yang Feng suddenly sneered. When his grandfather left Hongnong, did he ever think that this road to return would be so bumpy and tortuous?

When the Yang family came to him a few years ago, Yang Fenghe was also very conflicted. He wanted to return to the Hongnong Yang family in his heart, but he was unwilling to participate in such a plan and layout. On the other hand, if he did not If the Yang family did something, how could the Yang family accept him?

  So then there was one less Yang Qiu, and one more Yang Feng, Feng who was ordered.

  In these years, he has killed like hemp, and he has been stained with countless blood. In these years, he also drank blood.

  How did he look like a scholar now?

   Rather just like a beast.

  He just wanted to go back to Hongnong.

   Just want to go home.

   But why is the road home so long?

  Long night, a lamp like beans.

The light is like Yang Feng's remaining hope, fluttering in the deep night, but the oil in the lamp holder will always dry up, after the last few slight cracks of the wick, the light finally flickers a few times and turns into a wisp of blue smoke , curling up, disappearing without a trace...

  Yang Feng sat blankly, his eyes seemed to look to the south through the tent. I don't know how long it took, suddenly a personal guard came from outside the tent, lifted the curtain of the tent, and the light from outside the tent shone in, only then did he realize that he had sat withered all night, and it was dawn again the next day.

Yang Feng asked someone to fetch cold water, regardless of the freezing cold water temperature in the morning, after washing his face, he went out of the big tent proudly, like a black man who left all the darkness, hesitation, fear, and helplessness in his heart behind him. Inside the painted tent...

   "Decree, I will go to Pingyang today!"

   It was indeed negligence yesterday. Who would have thought that with the Huns cavalry guarding one side, someone would dare to attack the camp? What's even more unimaginable is that the Xiongnu didn't even send out scouts, not even a warning, so they weren't discovered until they got close, and they couldn't take care of both ends when they were caught off guard, which led to the attack on Pingyang ending in a hurry.

But today is different. Yang Feng has arranged personnel overnight to strengthen the defense of the entire rear camp, and drove all the people from the original front and rear camps to the south. Few are trapped in the horse pit, waiting for the more than one hundred cavalry to attack the rear battalion again...

The team attacking Pingyang has also been adjusted. In the morning, there will be a two-to-one mixture of civilians and soldiers attacking the city, consuming the strength of the Pingyang defenders. For the ambush in the rear battalion, all soldiers should be replaced directly, and the two sides attack together, and Pingyang can be captured in one fell swoop!

After taking Pingyang, he left the people and the like to Linfen, so that he could obtain supplies, put on armor, and take his troops and horses to Hongnong. Yang Feng didn't want to care about it at all.

   Yang Feng he just wanted to go home.

  I just want to be able to kowtow and offer a stick of incense in Hongnong Yang’s ancestral hall.

   Maybe after returning to Hongnong, I will still make some arrangements and activities, but after all, I can still go home, right?

The prelude to the **** and brutal siege has begun again, and human life at this time is not as good as a weed growing on the loess, as humble as the dust in the air, even if you see it Will not give any attention.

  Baibo's soldiers mingled with the common people and attacked Pingyang frantically.

  Jia Qu's soldiers couldn't tell which of the soldiers with sticks and guns were the original civilians and which were soldiers who had mixed in. They could only kill them all and resist on the whole front.

  The sun slowly climbed into the sky, and suddenly there was a scream of madness above Pingyang City!

Yang Feng was overjoyed, thinking that the soldiers had already attacked the city of Pingyang, he quickly looked up, but found that his soldiers had not been able to attack the city wall of Pingyang, but Jiaqu's soldiers on the city wall were jumping up and down. Jump, one by one ecstatically cheering...

  As for his subordinates, they turned their heads and looked towards the north one by one, all with flustered expressions...

  North? What happened to the north?

   Yang Feng's heart tightened, and he suddenly turned his head to look to the north, only to see that at some point in the distance in the north, smoke and dust rose up all over the sky!

In the rising smoke and dust in the north, I could faintly see strips of black shadows, and soon I saw rows and rows of soldiers coming out of the smoke and dust, one by one wearing armor, with shiny spear points Shining in the sun, the smoke and dust kicked up by the cavalry on both sides raised the dust all over the sky, the battle flag in the center fluttered high in the wind, and the dazzling, ugly, and extremely weird tricolor flag was right there in!

  Pingyang City is already full of ecstatic cheers...

  But under the city of Pingyang, whether it is Yang Feng in Baibo, or Yu Fuluo, Huchuquan, and the old man in black in the Xiongnu camp, they can't help but ask this question——

  This **** Feiqian, how come there are so many soldiers in the blink of an eye?

  Where did these soldiers come from?

   Could it still have fallen from the sky?

   When Liu Bei entered Sichuan, a group of counselors advised Liu Bei to deal with Liu Zhang at a banquet, and Yizhou would naturally be decided without a fight.

   Liu Bei said that people's hearts are not convinced, so don't act rashly.

   The battle in Sichuan dragged on for three years.

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   What kind of heart is this heart?

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