Chapter 112 Passing the torch from generation to generation

Chapter 112 Passing the torch from generation to generation

Chapter 112 Passing the torch from generation to generation
I don't know what Dingyuan Marquis Wang Bi said to Yu Tongyuan.
Finally, Yu Tongyuan left angrily, and before leaving, he glared at Lu Yunyi fiercely, revealing his vicious look.

Lu Yunyi looked calm, with even a hint of a smile on his face. This was a consequence that he had anticipated long ago.

Wang Bi ordered the soldiers to clear all the corpses on the ground, then he walked up with a smile on his face:

"If you encounter such a thing in the future, don't hesitate.

You have so many soldiers around you, it would be better to have a fair fight than to make yourself embarrassed."

Wang Bi raised his finger and pointed at Lu Yunyi's bloody body, but he saw that his eyes were fixed on his armor.
Looking down, I realized that I was the same.

Wang Bi was stunned for a moment, then he burst into laughter. His laughter spread far away, making Lu Baochuan, who was standing not far away, look strange.

Lu Yunyi lowered his voice and spoke softly:
"Lord Dingyuan, Yu Tongyuan and I have a grudge, and I don't want to implicate the soldiers. I have the general and you to protect me, so he can't do anything to me. But if those soldiers offend Yu Tongyuan, I'm afraid..."

Lu Yunyi looked worried, he still wanted to find out what generals like Wang Bi were thinking.

As expected, Wang Bi waved his hand gently:
"In troubled times, you must protect yourself first before you can take care of others."

Lu Yunyi's heart sank. These military commanders were indeed heroes who survived the troubled times and did not value human life.

Perhaps what they really value are just the few confidants from their hometown in the army.

Wang Bi looked solemn, and looked at Lu Yunyi:
"Yu Tongyuan is narrow-minded and has made no progress in recent years. He has acted somewhat extreme.

Now that you have ruined his good fortune, he will certainly suppress you. You must be mentally prepared.

But don't worry, you are my subordinate, he won't dare to go too far."

Lu Yunyi showed gratitude and said quickly:
"Thank you, sir. I am very grateful."

Wang Bi chuckled, very satisfied with Lu Yunyi's courtesy, took a step forward and patted him on the shoulder:

"The battle between the rear army and the central army has ended. We have won a great victory and you have made a great contribution.

If it weren't for your plan of using a substitute, the war would have been more difficult.
Now it’s easy. ”

"The general and the other dukes have given good command. I am just doing my job."

"What are your plans after this battle?
Do you want to go to the local guard post or join the Five Military Commandery?
You can talk to me in advance and I will arrange it for you."

Wang Bi, Marquis of Dingyuan, lowered his voice a little, but did not hide his intention to promote him.

Even Dingyuan Hou thought about it and whispered:

"I can also help you solve Yu Tongyuan's problem and ensure that he won't cause you any trouble in the future."

Lu Yunyi could naturally understand the meaning.

He has now emerged and is qualified to choose a side.
If he follows Wang Bi, Dingyuan Marquisate will help him bear all the troubles he is facing now, and he will also receive strong training.

But Lu Yunyi was a little speechless for a moment, not knowing what to do.
Just a few hours ago, Lan Yu wanted to take him to the capital to meet His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and he agreed.
From then on, he was a member of the prince's party.

Seeing him like this, Dingyuan Marquis Wang Bi was stunned, a hint of pity flashed in his eyes, and his voice became calmer:
"Has the general already made arrangements?"

Lu Yunyi nodded and told the truth:

"The general wants to take me to the capital to meet His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. I don't know the specific arrangements yet."

Wang Bi put his hands on his hips, feeling a little annoyed, and paced back and forth, finally revealing a bitter smile:
"I tried my best to catch up with him, but I didn't expect him to get there first." Wang Bi sighed heavily, with a look of relief on his face.

"I heard that your father's teacher was Liu Sanwu."

"Exactly."

"Then it is natural for me to serve under the Crown Prince. It is just that I do not have the opportunity."

Lu Yunyi remained silent, not knowing what to say. It was also the first time for him to encounter something that was fought over by big shots.

"Forget it, forget it. I have to go to the general to report military affairs. You should take a good rest. If you have anything, please come to me. Don't be polite."

"Thank you, Lord Dingyuan."

With a sigh, Wang Bi turned and left.

For some reason, he felt sad when he looked at the desolate and bloody ground.

He is old, and it is imperative to find someone to inherit his legacy. There is no time to delay.

I finally met a young man with extraordinary talent in the art of battle, but he was taken away by someone else early on.

This seems to be a microcosm of his experiences over the years.

He has followed the current emperor for a long time, fighting in all directions for many years.

I can make great achievements in every battle, but I always fall short by just a little bit.
If he had been a little bit lucky, he would have been granted a title as early as the third year of Hongwu.

Wang Bi put away his thoughts, sighed, got back on his horse,

Lu Baochuan on the side quickly followed and asked in a low voice:

"My Lord, what do you think of Lord Lu? Did he agree or not?"

Lu Baochuan knew why Lord Dingyuan came to the central army in such a hurry.
Seeing Marquis Dingyuan like this, his heart sank. Unable to suppress his curiosity, he simply asked directly.

As he expected, Dingyuan Hou shook his head slightly and sighed again:
“People, sometimes in this life, just lack a little luck, and this Marquis always lacks it.

Let’s not talk about this anymore. Let’s go and see how the battle is going in the front.”

Lu Baochuan's expression darkened, and he felt a little regretful.
He knew that a qualified successor was more important than anything else for those in the military.

Once the successor is established, the morale of the subordinates will remain, the old subordinates will still be able to unite, and their own interests will be maintained.

Lan Yu, the Marquis of Yongchang, inherited the mantle of General Chang Yuchun.
Although the Duke of Zheng's Mansion has not made any achievements in the military, the Marquis of Yongchang is still there.

General Chang Yuchun's faction is still closely connected, and now they have seized control of the most crucial northern expedition.

However, there are countless families that have fallen apart due to lack of heirs.

For example, Tang He, the Duke of Xin, had all his legitimate sons and grandsons dead.

The other sons also died or became sick.
Not to mention the power in the military, he didn't even know who to find to inherit his own title.

The experience of Duke Xin also made the dukes and princes of the court more and more anxious, and they were eager to find a suitable successor immediately.

Thinking of this, Lu Baochuan comforted her:

"My Lord, since Lord Lu has no chance with us,

Then just find another one. I don’t believe there won’t be any young generals who can stand out in this battle.”

Wang Bi, the Marquis of Dingyuan, was sitting on his warhorse, frowning and thinking deeply. When he heard what he said, he glared at him:

"It's easy to get thousands of soldiers, but it's hard to get a good general. If my skills were passed on to a mediocre person, wouldn't it ruin my reputation?"

Lu Baochuan curled his lips, looking unconvinced.

Wang Bi became more and more angry as he watched them, and he pointed at them and cursed:

"Look at you, your fathers are all my old subordinates.

Back then we formed a stronghold to protect ourselves and were brothers.
Later they followed me out of Fengyang and died in battle. I felt guilty about that.

I want to cultivate you, but you see
To all of you, I am sincere and open-hearted.
But none of them are useful!! They are all useless.

Until now, I can't stand alone.
Look at Lu Yunyi, at such a young age, he was able to lead a few hundred soldiers and make the Northern Yuan Dynasty run around in circles.
If you have this ability, why would I worry about it? "

Wang Bi became more and more angry as he spoke, and waved at them:

"Everyone, come here."

The generals around him looked helpless, and wisely moved closer, slightly turning their bodies.

Wang Bi slapped them one after another, making the red helmets on their heads tilted.

"Bang bang bang~"

The king's tent, Lu Yunyi, who finally found peace, sat tiredly in front of the king's tent.

Looking at the soldiers surrounding him and their concerned faces,
Most of them were his old friends from Gyeongju, from the same hometown where he grew up.
Lu Yunyi looked helpless, so he waved his hand:
"I'm fine, please move aside, you're blocking my sunlight."

It was only at this time that some soldiers in front of him made way for him.

The early morning sunlight shone directly on Lu Yunyi's face, causing him to squint.

Then came the long-lost warmth. Liu Heiying squatted down, looking at the exposed wound with concern:
"Brother Yun'er, I've already asked someone to call the military doctor. He still needs to be bandaged."

Hearing this, Lu Yunyi raised his hand and weakly patted Liu Heiying's red helmet.

state--

"How many times have I told you to use your job title when you're working?"

Liu Heiying's face darkened. What time is it now?
Lu Yunyi noticed that the sunlight in front of him was blocked again, and sighed helplessly:
"Disperse, disperse, disperse, hurry up and clean up the battlefield and collect the prisoners.

Register all the spoils and show them to me later. Are you all right?"

Only then did the soldiers reluctantly disperse, looking back frequently.

The previous exciting scene almost scared them to death, but fortunately Lord Lu was safe and sound.

"Why don't you leave?"

Liu Heiying looked around carefully and found that the soldiers had all left. He lowered his voice and said:

"Brother Yun'er, we have offended Yu Tongyuan badly this time. What should we do next?"

At this point, Lu Yunyi sighed, feeling his upper and lower eyelids fighting back and forth.

He felt so sleepy that his mind was completely blank, so he casually said:
"Cold salad."

what?
Lu Yunyi shook his head and forced himself to cheer up.
There was a hint of gloom in his brows, and he lowered his voice and said helplessly:
"We were wrong before. Letting Wusar Khan and Tianbaonu go might just be the prince's guess about the emperor's intention, and so were we.

Perhaps Your Majesty and the Crown Prince do not think so at all.

So when Usar Khan committed suicide, I did not stop him, but let Tianbaonu go."

what?
Liu Heiying opened his mouth in shock, unable to understand for a moment.

"Anyway, if Yu Tongyuan has been offended, then there is no need to think too much about it.
By the way, he is also related to the Qingzhou Guards, and he is not on good terms with us."

what?
Liu Heiying looked puzzled, his eyes were blank, how could he be related to Qingzhou Guard Station again?
"Okay, okay, let's talk about the details after I wake up. I feel a little dizzy now."

Lu Yunyi sighed and moved back and forth.

Just leaning on the remaining skeleton of the military tent, closing his eyes slightly,
Soon, the sound of regular breathing could be heard.

Liu Heiying saw all this, blinked his eyes, raised his long sword,

Just standing on one side, looking alert.

In the early morning, just as the sky was turning a light blue, the grassland battlefield was still shrouded in mist and shadows.

Although the sun has begun to shine, it seems unable to penetrate this vast land shrouded in the breath of death.

Tian Baonu, the Taiji of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, was alone, carrying the Great Seal.
Running across this battlefield strewn with corpses, every step was accompanied by a heavy echo, like a death knell ringing in the silence.

Corpses were scattered everywhere, some of them were burnt black by the flames of war.

Some of them began to rot because no one buried them, emitting a suffocating stench.

Some faces were distorted, some limbs were scattered,
The ground was a sea of ​​blood, and there were small puddles of blood everywhere, which made a sticky sizzling sound when stepped on.

The scenes before my eyes quietly tell of the cruelty and bloodiness of last night’s battlefield.

The Northern Yuan people were no match for the Ming army and were easily defeated.

Tianbaonu's eyes were filled with fear and despair.
He kept running, trying to escape from this horrific battlefield.

He didn't know how long he ran, escaping from the so-called gap.

As he walked along, the deathly silence and despair around him seemed like an invisible net that bound him tightly.

The feeling of loneliness followed him everywhere, and Tian Baonu seemed to be in another world. Everything around him was incompatible with him.

He shouted loudly, but could only hear his own echo echoing in the empty battlefield.

no respond.

Tianbao Nu scanned the surroundings from time to time, trying to find a glimmer of life, or to find some living people, even if they were seriously injured soldiers.

But it's nothing but desolation.

Every gaze is like a silent dialogue with death.
Sweat mixed with tears of fear slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the wet ground, making the dark red color of the ground brighter.

"Cough cough."

At this moment, a faint cough echoed in his ears. Tianbaonu suddenly raised his head, his eyes fixed, and looked around.

He couldn't wait to find the source of the sound.

"Cough cough."

Left front. In the left front!

Tianbaonu staggered to his feet and headed to the front left, suppressing the fear in his heart as he looked at the corpses lying on the ground.

"Cough cough."

Close, close, getting closer.

Tian Baonu pursed his lips, a look of desire on his face. He saw the pile of corpses in front of him, slowed down his pace little by little, and slowly... walked over.

"Cough cough."

He saw the man who coughed lightly, and a deep sense of disappointment enveloped Tian Baonu.
It’s the Ming army.

A soldier who was only about 17 or 18 years old, his eyes were dull, his chest was heaving slightly, and his lower body had been trampled by the hooves of the warhorse.

Not only that, his left arm was also like that.

"Cough cough."

The soldier coughed again, and blood foam came out little by little with his cough, leaving his face covered in blood.
Tian Baonu stood there silently, staring blankly at the dying Ming army, his confusion and helplessness had reached its peak!
Bei Yuan! Such a huge Bei Yuan!
How could the powerful Northern Yuan Dynasty be defeated overnight?
What the hell happened.

Just yesterday, he was still the respected and exalted Tianbao Nutaiji.
Yesterday he ate quail from Ming and fresh tea.

I also drank a glass of fine wine brewed in the Jiangnan area of ​​the Ming Dynasty. The rich aroma is still unforgettable.

But now, it has become like this.

He slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and touched the young Ming army general at the bottom.

When he touched the cold skin,

He suddenly realized that no one had ever survived a night on the grassland.

Tian Baonu looked up at the face of the young Ming general. He was no longer coughing. His eyes were dilated and he was staring blankly at the sky.

He died, and those few light coughs might have been his last breath.

Tian Baonu suddenly felt that the boundless loneliness and fear around him had enveloped him again, wrapping him tightly.

He tightly grasped the young Ming general's arm, feeling the coldness of his body and the afterglow of the grassland night.

Just like last night, he grabbed Meiji's arms fiercely.
I do not know how long it has been,

"Da da da."

"Da da da."

The faint and rapid sound of horse hooves loomed in his ears.

Tian Baonu suddenly opened his eyes, and he didn't know when he had fallen among the corpses.
He sat up suddenly, looked past the corpses and toward the horizon.
There, there was a group of more than a thousand soldiers.
Da da da.
The sound of horse hooves was hurried and flustered. As the horse team got closer and closer,

Tian Baonu's eyes widened little by little, and he saw clearly who was coming. It was a ray of hope that appeared from the horizon.

The two generals, Zhiyuan Nieqielai and Prime Minister Shiliemen, escaped with more than a thousand soldiers from the other end of the battlefield.

Tian Baonu looked at the familiar face in front of him, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.
With some strength he did not know where it came from, he stood up suddenly, waved his hands and shouted at the thousands of soldiers passing by.
A quarter of an hour later, Tianbaonu and more than a thousand soldiers gradually disappeared at the end of the grassland.

The battlefield filled with corpses quietly tells the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.

Another half hour passed, and Yu Tongyuan led an army of 5,000 to chase after them, galloping through the battlefield filled with corpses.

(End of this chapter)