In January of the fifth year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty, the north wind blew in the Central Plains, and the mountains and rivers outside the pass were snowing. King Zhao of Xifu set up an ambush in the Baishan and Black Water, using himself as bait to kill more than 2,000 soldiers. After this battle, eight out of ten families were killed. The world was shocked. It turned out that the young man deliberately came out of the pass in a ox cart.

One day later, the ox cart continued to go on the road, with the wheels rolling forward, walking so leisurely and casually.

At this moment, the three guards of Xifu, who had been stationed outside Chang'an Gate, suddenly set off. More than 200,000 troops marched day and night. In just ten days, they ran 3,000 miles, caught up with the slow and slid ox cart and stepped into the boundary of Chenyang City, Northeast China.

The world's eyes gathered!

The operations of hundreds of thousands of troops were involved, and the traces could not be concealed by scouts from various countries. The grass and trees of Goguryeo, Liaodong, were all soldiers. At this time, the King of Goryeo was over fifty years old. Because he gradually showed an old and stupid look, the power in the country was gradually controlled by the two.

One of these two people is Quan Gai Suwen, and behind him is the powerful family of Goryeo, while the other is Wang Lingyun. Although Wang Lingyun was born in a Han Dynasty, he became a master of Goryeo. In addition, his methods were cruel and tough, he actually controlled the most powerful swordsman guard in Goguryeo.

Ten days later, heavy snow began to clear, and the biting cold wind blew, and the Liaohe River was frozen as hard as iron. The 260,000 troops of the three guards of the Xifu suddenly started, leaving Chenyang City and heading straight to the southeast, crossing the Liaohe River and advancing, and stepped directly into the territory of Goguryeo.

There were five thousand Xuan-armored Iron Cavalry as the vanguard, carrying five thousand Divine Arm Crossbows, gathering twenty-four siege mountain cannons, and one armored vehicle, loading Gatling machine guns and fifty hot air balloons, forming the most powerful air force in the world.

This vanguard is invincible in the world. Without waiting for the army to advance behind, he directly raided the Great King City in the northernmost part of Goryeo. On that day, artillery fired roaring and fired volleys, and in just ten rounds, the walls of the Great King City were smashed. Five thousand black-armored iron cavalry rushed into the city under the leadership of armored vehicles. Gatlin spitted wildly, and the divine arm crossbow shot in the sky. Ten thousand defenders in the Great King City were destroyed. It only took half an hour from the siege to the end.

The world was shocked, and the entire territory of Goryeo was frightened. The powerful minister Yuan Gaisuwen issued an emergency war call. All fifteen-year-old men from the country joined the army, recruited 1.2 million troops and went north to fight in five directions.

There were also 10,000 swordsmen and guards under Wang Lingyun, plus 100,000 trained iron hoofs, gathered 110,000 to claim 300,000, and also set out from the Goryeo King Capital camp.

Before the army was dispatched, Wang Lingyun quietly disappeared for a day and a night. No one knew who he had gone to see, but when everyone saw him return, they smiled and seemed to have confidence in winning.

At this time, Quangai Suwen and Wang Lingyun had a total of six armies, with a total of 1.3 million people. However, the three guards of the Western Prefecture were not afraid and continued to rush across the country.

Three days later, the army of both sides looked at each other from afar, and a huge cowhide drum was pounding wildly on the battlefield, and a war between the two countries was about to break out.

Not only did Goguryeo suppress the national forces, but Han Yue also dispatched all the troops under his command. No matter who loses, it will be a complete defeat. Everyone thinks that Han Yue will lead the army personally, but everyone guessed it wrong, and he actually stayed in Shenyang City to go shopping leisurely.

Yes, when shopping, it seems like sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, and you don’t care whether the troops you have worked hard to develop will be destroyed by millions of enemy troops.

On this day, the sun was rising, and the fish belly was white just in the east, and the city of Chenyang had become noisy.

Today, Chenyang City is a place of beautiful flowers and flowers. There are millions of people living in the city, with shops everywhere and bustling everywhere.

There are 36 streets in the city, all of which are gathering places for business. Walking on the street, you can see crowds of people, including the Mariner Man in fur coats, the Western Regions beards dressed up, the Rangers who cross the sword and look for employers, and the business travelers who drive ox carts from the Central Plains.

Today, Han Yue wore a thick cotton jacket. He carried his child out early in the morning. He first went around the Anton Protectorate's Office, and then went to the counter selling war bonds to take a look. Seeing that the everywhere was orderly, he carried the child all the way to the streets and wandered around aimlessly.

When I arrived at Qingshi Street, I suddenly heard someone giggling and called from afar: "Brother Shi is going out today, so come and have a bowl of noodle soup..."

The girl was talking, her voice was as crisp as a silver bell, which attracted countless people on the street to see it, and suddenly a sound of swallowing sounds.

Han Yue stopped and looked at it, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "We are afraid we haven't seen each other for a year. I didn't expect you to be a street vendor who can chew the grassroots.

The girl smiled lightly and waved, "Brother Shi, come here to sit down. My little sister has been doing badly these days and needs the care of you, a rich man. It happened that I just cooked ten kilograms of tiger meat and cut a plate to replenish my nephew..."

Han Yue's face looked a little strange. He looked down at the baby in the cradle and refused, "My son is only four months old and he has not even had breast teeth. Did you actually let him eat tiger meat? If you don't eat it, don't eat it, otherwise Doudou will get angry!"

The girl burst into laughter. Seeing Han Yue standing on the street and refused to go forward, she jogged over the food stall, knocking her bright eyes into the cradle, and she said, "The baby is so beautiful, her eyebrows are like you, and she is full of heroic spirit."

Han Yue was a little proud and said with a smile: "That's natural, this is my son."

"Let me hug you!" The girl suddenly stretched out her hand.

Han Yue's face changed slightly, and he looked straight at the girl. After a long time, he suddenly said, "Do I call you Qingyue, or Zixia?"

The girl smiled sweetly and giggled: "The Buddhist Qingyue is dead, and there is only Zixia in the world..."

"Very good!" Han Yue brows and nodded, "In this way, you are my son's aunt, so you should naturally be deemed to hold him!"

While speaking, he reached out and handed over the swaddle.

Zixia carefully caught it, but her eyes gaudied Han Yue fiercely and snorted: "I'm not an aunt, Brother Shi, don't talk nonsense. Oh, this little guy is so cute, I want one too!"

Her eyes looked at Han Yue like water, like a pool of water, and said hee: "Brother Shi might as well help me with a bunch. They bought a courtyard house in Shenyang City. How many days do you want to stay there?"

Han Yue quickly turned around and pretended not to hear it, coughed and said, "I didn't eat anything when I went out in the morning, and I was a little hungry!"

Zixia chuckled, holding the cradle in one hand, holding Han Yue with the other, dragging him directly to his food stall, and said as she walked: "You just asked you to come here, you won't come. My little sister has practiced a craft for twenty years, and she is waiting for you to eat and see..."

"Oh?" Han Yue was a little curious and couldn't help but say, "Twenty years of craftsmanship, I don't know what food it is?"

Zixia looked back at him, her eyes were as gentle as water, and she said softly: "Fried noodles!"

Han Yue's face suddenly changed, and he felt incredible in his heart.

There is a reason why his face changed, because there is no fried noodles in this era.

"Zixia, you..." He wandered for a while, and finally couldn't help but quit: "Do you know KFC?"

"I've heard of it, but I haven't seen it!"

Han Yue was even more shocked, subconsciously clenched his fists and asked solemnly: "Have you ever been in a car?"

"I have heard of it, but I haven't seen it!" Zixia answered again, suddenly let out a faint voice, raised her little face and smiled sweetly, "Brother Shi, don't be afraid, my little sister was born in the late Sui Dynasty. I have only heard of the things you said, but I have never seen them."

Han Yue was still a little worried, and suddenly reached out and said, "Son, give me back, you can hold him and admit your life..."

Zixia giggled and said, "Brother Shi is afraid he wants to kill someone, right? My son is going back, but my little sister has no amulet."

Han Yue's eyes slowly became stern and he said coldly: "Son returns me!"

"I just don't pay it back unless you ask me to give birth to one..." Zixia took three steps back. Seeing that Han Yue's misunderstanding became more and more serious, she suddenly laughed and said proudly: "Okay, okay, it's scared you. My father is Zi Yangfeng, do you understand now?"

"Zi Yangfeng?" Han Yue didn't react for a moment. He caught Zixia's cunning face. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he remembered the secular name of Zi Yang Zhenren. "My master?"

Zixia smiled and said, "Everyone said you are extremely smart, it turns out that it is dark under the light!"

Han Yue looked shocked, and did not hear Zixia's words at all, and only murmured: "You are my master's daughter? You are my master's daughter..."

Zixia glanced at him, pulled his arm to the food stall and pressed it heavily, but turned around but shouted to the back of the big pot, and said softly: "Master, add water to make fire, and cut noodles and meat. Today our business is about to develop, and a distinguished customer has come to the stall."

"Amitabha, the old monk has seen it. King Zhao of the Western Palace came, and the small stall was filled with radiance! Hahaha, this is the fire, this is the meat cut."

Han Yue heard the sound a little familiar, and couldn't help but get up and turn to the pot to look. A strange look suddenly appeared on his face and said in a daze: "Master Zhicao?"

An old monk fell cross-legged behind the pot, holding a piece of firewood in his hand and putting it to the bottom of the pot. Hearing this, he raised his head and smiled, put down the firewood and folded his hands together, and said respectfully: "Prince, we are meeting again."

Han Yue glanced at the big pot, then looked at a tiger's head on the chopping board behind, and there was a pot of meat next to the tiger's head. Han Yue suddenly sighed and said with a deep meaning: "Master kills tigers and cooks meat, how can he call it Buddhism again?"

"Amitabha Buddha, there is a Buddha in his heart, killing is also a merit. This evil tiger has eaten a hunter in the mountains. The old monk killed it and cooked meat. He not only helped the hunter to avenge his great revenge, but also sold tiger meat to fill the stomachs of the world. This matter does not violate the precepts. This is practice."

"It's really a good practice!" Han Yuesu pointed his head and sat cross-legged beside the old monk Zhicao, picked up a piece of firewood and sent it to the bottom of the pot, and pondered in his mouth: "If all Buddhists can do this, I can donate to build a temple."

Zhicao shook his head slightly, and said with a sad expression: "I'm afraid it's difficult!"

He suddenly looked up at Han Yue, and said with a bright look: "When will the prince kill Dongdu?"

Han Yue was stunned and tentatively said, "Do you hate him for taking your power?"

"The old monk hated him for messing up my Buddha's true intention..."

Han Yue nodded again, suddenly stood up and patted his butt, and said solemnly: "It's coming soon, when I wipe out Liaodong, I'll kill the Western Turks!"

"Amitabha!" Zhicao stood up and suddenly picked up the kitchen knife on the chopping board to cut the meat, and said lightly: "The old monk has no choice but to repay him, please ask the prince to answer the tiger meat."

Han Yue sat on the stool by the table and laughed: "Okay, the rice has fried noodles and the dishes have tiger meat. Although it is early in the morning, I should have a good drink..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a long laugh coming from a distance. An old man stepped on the street in the south. He suddenly stopped when he reached the stall and sat directly opposite Han Yue and said, "I want to have a drink too!"

Han Yue's face remained unchanged and nodded slowly, saying indifferently: "Yes..." He suddenly glanced at the other party with a deep meaning, and said in his words: "But you have to spend a lot of money."

His eyes were bright and he stared at the person who came and fell on the short knife that was inserted between his waist.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven…

The old man had seven knives in his waist at the same time!
Chapter completed!