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The person who spoke was probably in his twenties, with a fair complexion, but he exuded a strong heroic spirit.
"The last general, Li Yan, see the general."
Li Yan suppressed the fierce light in his eyes, and his tone was steady.
This Shen Heyan was the cavalier who rode a blue Dawan horse and held an iron spear that night in Chongwei, and was a military officer of the fifth rank. That is to say, this person had the aura of a dragon and a tiger, just like the black bear Li Yan saw that day (A fifth-rank general in the Ming Dynasty embroidered bears on his chest).
"I have already handed over to the admiral the things your brother seized from the Japanese."
"Thank you, General."
"Brothers, we Ming people don't talk dark words. This time, I will lead the cavalry of the right battalion with 1,300 cavalry as the captain. This time, you return to the battalion to listen to the instructions. Don't go back to General Zu. Follow me." How about doing it?"
"Everything is based on Shangfeng's orders."
Li Yan arched his hands, and raised his head as he spoke: "Did you ask the name of the general?"
"My surname is Shen, Shen Heyan."
The young man pulled the man in the bell-bottoms over.
"This is Song Yi, the pioneer of our right army. The two of you are from the same school in spearmanship, so maybe you are fellow villagers."
The man's face was stiff, and Li Yan cupped his hands proactively.
"I'm from Hejian, I don't know who my brother is?"
After a while, the man reluctantly replied: "Ba County."
Shen Heyan scratched his neck and said after a haha, "Lao Song has such a bad temper, don't take it for granted."
"Song Xianfeng looks like a upright and upright person at first glance. Dealing with such a person is the most worry-free. How could I be offended."
Li Yan smiled, without a trace of fireworks on his face.
"General"
A small school under the door walked up to Shen Heyan's side and whispered a few words.
"Really?" Shen Heyan raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Then don't blame me for not keeping alive."
Having said that, he hurriedly said to Li Yan: "Brother, let's talk after I have dealt with some trivial matters."
Li Yan watched the two go away, still thinking about the military officer and dragon and tiger spirit in his mind.
According to what is written in the exploration records, Dragon and Tiger Qi is not unique to Daming, but it is called differently. For example, Kobayakawa¡¯s daimyo bloodline ghost power is actually a kind of Dragon and Tiger Qi.
Killing a person with dragon and tiger aura, there will also be an option of dragon and tiger aura in the purchase authority, but the number is extremely rare and very dangerous, so Yan Fu walked later and chose another way, canonization.
The imperial examination system in the Ming Dynasty was perfect. Yan Fuxing wanted to obtain fame and be conferred by the emperor. Bao, Wei Zhongxian
cough cough
Military exploits!
There is no doubt that the vast majority of Yan Fu's walks are through this road to capture dragon and tiger energy.
However, Li Yan thought more, besides these three ways, if he wants to obtain the title of the imperial court, there are still shortcuts to take, such as the way of heavenly master
Thinking of this, Li Yan felt a little hungry, so he stepped out of the camp.
Speaking of it, although Li Yan has no impression of the Imchen War in history, but considering that in the domestic public opinion environment, this war is rarely mentioned, it should be a victory
The Ming army camp was stationed in Suzhou City, less than a hundred miles away from Pyongyang.
Uncle Ning Yuan, Li Rusong, general of the Shanxi army and Japanese admiral, is on the right side of the case, and Yi Yu, a master of celestial masters and Taoist masters, is on the left side of the case, and the head of the case is vacant.
The battalion included the Korean minister Liu Chenglong, the Korean general Li Yi, the Ming army generals Li Rumei, Li Rubai and other people.
Song Tongyi was at the bottom, and he felt uneasy.
"Master Jinglue?" Liu Chenglong asked.
"Song Jinglue said he was sick, so don't wait for him."
It was Yi Yu who spoke, and he smiled nonchalantly, picked up the pear on the table and took a big bite, splashing the juice.
Li Rusong looked a little embarrassed, but he still coughed.
"Let's get started~"
What everyone was discussing was related to the capture of Pyongyang. Everyone talked to each other about the terrain, military formations, food and grass, firearms the chat was heated.
Yi Yu was like a clay sculpture and woodcarving, unable to get in a word, and Li Rusong and the others didn't seem to be asking for his opinion.
This high-skilled mage, who is a master of heaven, played with the weapon in his hand.?? pointing, looking playful.
"Senior Brother, Senior Brother~" Xiao Daotong tugged at the corner of Yi Yu's clothes, "There are"
"Hush"
Yi Yu put his index finger to his mouth.
"Ah (fei), eat when you're hungry, don't gossip, don't ask about nonsense."
"Oh~"
After reassuring his junior brother, Yi Yu threw the pear core away and secretly glanced at his mouth.
"Grandfather Sanqing, there is no such thing as a moth, how do you guys, Qiu Ba, know my methods of celestial masters"
In the morning, there was a light rain, and the wind and rain fell for a long time, and military boots could pull up a piece of yellow mud when stepping on the road.
At the gate of Suzhou City, the streets are full of displaced North Korean people. They huddled together in the cold wind, their eyes numb,
Li Yan found a food stall and sat down, gestured for a bowl of pork offal soup, and handed over a few copper coins, the greasy boss waved his hands in fright, Li Yan put the copper plates on the edge of the cutting board, picked them up Haiwan walked to the only small wooden table under the felt cloth.
"Old man, squeeze it."
Li Yan was surprised when the diner at the wooden table raised his face.
On the one hand, he has a purple beard, with eyebrows that fly like temples, his coir raincoat and trousers are stained with snow and mud, and a long sword is slung around his waist.
The man moved aside and smiled at Li Yan.
The wind blew the straw hats hanging from the birch railings from side to side. Li Yan huddled and sat with the old man. He drank the soup in two or three gulps. It didn't taste very good, but it was good for warming up.
There were ripples in the pool, and the purple-bearded old man looked at the desolate and desolate street, the raindrops fell on the faces of the refugees, and slowly slid down the corners of his eyes. But he didn't know what he thought of, and he sighed: "The Xuanshi seeks talents to visit and chase ministers, and Jia Sheng's talents are even more incompetent. Poor Ye Midnight empty the front table, don't ask the common people and ask ghosts and gods."
"The old man is also a Ming man who accompanied the army?" Li Yan asked casually.
"Praise paintings (consultants) under Admiral Li's account are not accepted."
The old man took a good look at Li Yan: "Our Daming's army has entered Suzhou City all at once, lacking houses and bills, occupying the houses of the common people here, and sealing up the granaries here. There is nothing we can do about it. After all, we You come here to fight, and the soldiers have to have enough energy, but it should be counted as others, and nothing should be lost. You are a young man who looks down on wolves, and your conscience is not bad."
Li Yan twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking that he was praising himself, but he didn't have the desire to continue the chat.
The old man stretched, grabbed his straw hat and was about to leave when he suddenly stopped.
"Um?"
Li Yan stood up abruptly. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw clearly, a headless black corpse flashed past the corner of the street!
"Close the city gate!"
The chaotic sound of horseshoes from the street corner passed through, and the Ming army riding on the horse was tearing his eyes, the net scarf on his head was torn, his loose hair was stained with blood, his armor was pitted, and he was in a state of embarrassment. Seventeen or eighteen behind him rode horses and stepped on the yellow mud, rushing towards the city gate like thunder. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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