In every Danxi Winter Hunting competition, the fight is always to the point of stopping. Swords have no eyes, and there may be minor injuries during the fight, but no one will kill.
The fight with Lieutenant General Cao just now was seen clearly by everyone, and it was a fatal blow. If Lieutenant General Cao had not dodged quickly, it might not have been just his arm that was chopped off.
For a moment, the soldiers of Dayan were all enraged. A military doctor carried the unconscious General Cao away on a stretcher. However, the blood left on the arena stimulated every Dayan man who still had blood in his veins.
They glared at each other angrily. Some of them, who were impulsive, had already rolled up their sleeves and wanted to go down and avenge General Cao, but they were held down by their rational companions.
If he is not a worthy opponent, even if he is defeated, it will only be a shame.
Anger swept through the brave men present. They looked at the smug look on the faces of the people in the arena, and tasted a hint of shame in their anger.
——He is indeed very strong. General Cao is already a famous man of supernatural powers in the Beijing camp, but when facing Ye Han, he is still no match for him.
Lieutenant General Cao was not seriously injured. When Yeman's axe came towards him, he did not flinch but blocked it with his red spear. However, he did not expect Yeman's great strength to break the red spear and cut off Lieutenant General Cao's arm.
"The tournament is over. The Tatar warriors were too heavy-handed."
The soldiers below were furious, and the noble officials sitting on the stands also looked unhappy, accusing the Tatars of breaking the rules.
"Ye Man is naturally strong. Even our warriors often cannot stop fighting him. This time it was an accident." Ahlu said slowly, "If the soldiers of Dayan are worried about getting hurt, I will let Ye Man abandon his weapons. He will fight with his bare hands, so there will be no more accidents."
He said so, but the arrogance on his face was undisguised, as if it was written on his face: "The soldiers of Dayan can't beat my warriors, so my warriors will not use weapons to defeat you."
The distinguished officials who had previously criticized him were silenced by his words. They were very angry and looked around among the generals, trying to figure out who would save their face in the end.
But after searching around, the generals who could possibly defeat him were either old and physically exhausted, or were leading troops to defend important border towns and were not in the capital. Among the younger generals, Lieutenant General Cao was already very weak, and those with similar strength would only bring humiliation upon themselves if they went into battle.
The Great Yan Dynasty valued culture over military power, and this generation of military commanders had been lacking for a long time.
Now that they have been humiliated by the Tatars, they cannot even find anyone to save their dignity.
Emperor Longfeng also felt ashamed. He frowned unhappily and glanced at the generals present: "Who will go to the next battle?"
Everyone looked at each other, unable to pick a candidate for a moment.
There were generals who were willing to die, not for the sake of food but for the sake of reputation. It was more honorable to end up defeated than to be timid.
But before he could stand up, he heard a clear and loud voice: "I want to fight! I am willing to compete with the Tatar warriors. Please grant me your majesty's permission!"
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, but saw a stranger.
He Shan was tall and strong, with a muscular body, and looked even stronger than Lieutenant General Cao. He stood there with a thick-backed heavy sword in his hand, with the unique rough and sturdy aura of a northern man.
The officials exchanged glances, none of them knowing who this unfamiliar general was.
On the contrary, Concubine Wen, who was sitting next to Emperor Longfeng, had a gloomy face and a hint of hatred in her eyes. Others did not know He Shan, but she did.
If it weren't for the Red Army's counter-insurgency, how could her son have died young? !
It was a pity that after returning to the capital, these rebels were stationed in the Beijing camp outside the city and did not ask for titles, so she had no chance to take revenge.
Now seeing He Shan standing up, she had a look of satisfaction in her eyes, and she only hoped that he would die at the hands of Ye Man.
Emperor Longfeng looked at He Shan who volunteered to fight, and his face was immediately filled with joy: "Okay."
He Shan nodded, then jumped into the arena with his sword in hand.
Ye Qun, who was on the field, had also seen what had just happened. He knew that there was no one in Dayan, and his expression became even more arrogant: "I will not kill nameless people with my axe. Tell me your name."
"Your grandpa!" He Shan was born a bandit. Although he has joined the army now, his bandit nature has not changed.
During his time in the Beijing camp, he felt that these soldiers were too weak and looked down on them in his heart. But even if he looked down on them, it was not the turn of these Tartar barbarians to speak out.
He didn't waste time talking to Ye Man. He held the end of the hilt with one hand and wielded the heavy sword weighing over 100 pounds with great vigor, with the sharp blade pointing directly at Ye Man.
There was a flash of contempt in Ye Man's eyes, but when the steel axe collided with his heavy sword, and his palm became numb, he knew that the person in front of him should not be underestimated.
His expression gradually became solemn.
He Shan's attitude did not change. After a few rounds of fighting, he started to laugh, deliberately raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "I thought you were so powerful. It turns out that when there is no tiger in the mountain, the monkey is king." He changed the knife to another hand, and said casually: "No more than this."
She had learned Dayan dialect quite well and understood his sarcasm.
He shouted loudly, and attacked more rapidly with the double axes in his hands.
He Shan dodged with ease and nimbly circled behind him, then leaped forward, raised his heavy sword with both hands, and chopped it down from top to bottom at Ye——
The soldiers who saw the trick immediately cheered loudly: "Good job!"
——He Shan’s move was no different from the one he used against Lieutenant General Cao before.
He Shan's attack was fierce, and Ye Han was forced to pull back his axe and cross his hands to block. The heavy sword with a full force chopped down with the force of thunder, causing Ye Han's palm to hurt so much that his two axes almost slipped out of his hands.
However, He Shan did not stop there. He raised his sword again in a very short time. The heavy sword weighing more than 100 jins was as easy to use as an arm. He chopped Ye down to his knees, and his knees hit the ground heavily, even cracking several cracks on the fighting platform below.
His move was so beautiful and shocking that there was a huge cheer from the stands.
Yin Chengyu was sitting on his horse, watching from a distance. When he saw this scene, he turned around and said to Xue Shu with admiration, "He Shan is extremely powerful. He will definitely be a fierce general in the future. No wonder you were no match for him at the beginning."
He seemed to be speaking casually, but Xue Shu looked over and frowned, saying, "When have I ever been invincible to He Shan?" He said very seriously, "Although He Shan has supernatural power, if I fight him, the odds are 60-40."
He looked a little arrogant, and also a little dissatisfied with Yin Chengyu's disbelief in him: "If Your Highness doesn't believe me, I can go down and compete with He Shan later."
Yin Chengyu squinted his eyes and looked at him, but didn't see anything unusual.
Turning his gaze to the arena again, Yin Chengyu said calmly, "I trust you."
At this time, the winner of the competition has been decided.
He Shan fought him like a trapped beast and refused to admit defeat. When He Shan fought him again, he took the opportunity to cut off his right arm.
He was struggling to hold on, and his right arm was broken, so he immediately fell to his knees due to exhaustion.
There was a huge uproar in the stands, and some members of the Tatar delegation could no longer control themselves and stood up.
He Shan, however, just perfunctorily bowed his hands and repeated the same words he had said in the previous match: "The sword and the gun have no eyes, and I couldn't stop for the moment."
The Tatar envoys all changed their expressions and were filled with anger. Only Ahalu managed to keep his composure and forced a smile: "I accept the defeat."
After saying this, he gave another wink, and another Tatar warrior left the field.
However, no matter how many warriors the Tatars sent, the next one would be defeated.
He Shan fought fifteen rounds in a row and finally held the title.
Seeing that the Tatars wanted to continue, Yin Chengyu rode forward and said loudly: "He Shan has won fifteen games in a row. The Tatar warriors are seeing that they are no match for him in a one-on-one fight, so they want to fight with chariots?" There was a hint of contempt in his tone: "Although the rules of the competition do not prohibit chariot fighting, it is getting late now and the dinner should start. If the Grand Master is not willing to admit defeat, why not have a showdown in the enclosure tomorrow?"
He was sitting on a horse in a suit of silver armor, with his long hair tied behind his head. Having been in the snow for so long, frost had formed between his brows, adding to his coldness.
Ahharu stared at him for a few breaths, and had to swallow the humiliation, pretending to be magnanimous and saying yes with a smile.
He Shan naturally became the winner.
He returned with the knife in his hand, looking a little tired, but in great spirits.
Emperor Longfeng regained his dignity and was in a good mood. He summoned the man to his side and wanted to reward him: "Which army are you from? Why have I never seen you before?"
Without waiting for He Shan to reply, Yin Chengyu, who had just stepped onto the stage, smiled and answered for him: "Father, He Shan is a general who was recruited by Shandong. After returning to the capital, he was busy with affairs and I forgot to ask for a title for him."
When he heard that it was the trip to Shandong to recruit people, Emperor Longfeng took a moment to react before he remembered that this was the villain leader of the Red Army.
Because Yin Chengzhang died while "suppressing rebellion", he naturally disliked him. But He Shan had made great contributions to restore the reputation of Dayan, and just now, he had promised to reward him.
Emperor Longfeng's expression changed several times. Finally, looking at the excited generals, he finally spoke up and gave them a reward: "In this case, then I will confer a title of Fourth Rank Mighty General on He Shan!"
After saying this, he looked at the faint smile on the prince's face, and he felt somewhat unhappy. He always suspected that the current situation was intentional by the prince, so he stood up and said, "It's getting late, order someone to start the banquet."
After a great victory in a competition, it is natural to have a banquet to celebrate.
He Shan had been very popular in the competition and was surrounded by a group of generals, who were drinking bowl after bowl of wine.
The Tatar and Oirat envoys, who used to be very high-profile, were much quieter this time. Many people from the Tatar envoy were injured, and only Ahalu and Princess Wuzhu were present. The Oirat envoys were all present, but after witnessing the bravery of the Yan generals in the arena today, Mubar was a little worried and drank his wine intermittently.
When the banquet was halfway through, the vanguard troops returned with news that the several troops that had gone to the enclosure during the day to drive the beasts away had already driven the beasts to the center and sealed off the enclosure, and that they would be able to leave tomorrow.
Yin Chengyu went out to inspect, and Xue Shu followed behind him.
Yin Ci Guang was originally sitting in the seat next to Yin Chengyu. Seeing him stand up and leave, he could no longer tolerate the turbid air in the hall, so he stood up and left, preparing to return to his own courtyard to rest.
Concubine Wen saw him leaving and winked at the female official beside her.
After a while, a maid came with a wine pot to pour wine for Mubal. While bending down to pour the wine, she whispered to Mubal, "Princess Ciguang drank too much and felt unwell. She went to the west corridor to get some fresh air."
"Who asked you to come?" Mubal raised his eyes suddenly and looked at the maid, but the maid bowed to him and retreated with the wine pot.
Mubar hesitated for a moment, but didn't want to miss this opportunity, so he stood up and hurried to the corridor on the west side of the hall.
After sitting on the stand for a whole day and being exposed to the foul air at the banquet in the evening, Yin Ciguang got a coughing attack again.
As soon as he left the hall, he couldn't stop coughing. The maid was worried about his health, so she could only find a place sheltered from the wind for him to sit down and rest.
Yin Ciguang coughed for a long time before he said in a hoarse voice, "It's nothing. Go back and bring me a pot of hot tea. I'll be fine after a rest."
The maid was anxious and hurried back to the hall.
Mubal, who came over to look for her, happened to see her and recognized that she was the maid beside Yin Ciguang. His eyes deepened and his steps quickened.
Yin Ci Guang coughed for a long time and swallowed some homemade pills before he felt better.
Since he had the protection of the prince, he no longer had to worry about his survival every day, and the necessary medicines were delivered in sufficient quantities. His health had improved a lot, and he had not had a cough for a while.
I haven't had it for a long time, but when it comes back, it's a bit strong.
Yin Ciguang was just about to lean against a pillar to rest for a while when he heard footsteps not far away. He looked up and when he recognized the person, his heart was lifted.
He stood up, folded his hands in front of his stomach, and bowed. He didn't know that Mubar had come all the way to find him, he just thought they happened to meet, and he could leave after saying hello.
"Your Highness." Mubal returned the greeting but did not leave. He looked at him carefully with a hint of surprise.
The reason why he had asked to marry the princess of Dayan was for the sake of Wala's grand plan. In addition, Yin Ciguang kept his head down, so he did not see her face clearly. He only felt that she was very thin and too weak compared to the women on their grasslands, as if she could be blown away by a gust of wind.
But he didn't ask her to marry him out of love anyway. A Dayan woman, no matter how noble her status was, would not be able to bear him children in the future, so it didn't matter if she was weak. His father had already found a suitable wife for him, and he would marry another wife after he got through this difficult time.
This princess of Dayan was just a symbol to him.
But now, he looked at the woman standing there dignified, the dim light from the corridor shining on him sporadically, making him look particularly quiet and beautiful.
He lowered his head, his slightly bent neck was slender, his back was straight, and his hands folded in front of his abdomen were white and slender.
Every detail is exquisite and every detail is beautiful.
Mubal had seen all kinds of beauties, but he had never seen one like Yin Ciguang. He had learned the Dayan dialect very well, and thought of a phrase that suited her very well - orchid in the empty valley.
He had never had a woman like this before.
Mubar suddenly became interested in this princess who was to be married off.
He couldn't help but take a step forward: "Your Highness the Princess doesn't look well, but what's wrong with you?"
Yin Ciguang took a step back, raised his eyes and looked at him, his tone cold and alert: "I am not feeling unwell, thank you for your concern, little prince."
He wanted to leave without waiting for the maid to come back. He was quick to sense the danger.
However, Mubar refused to give way.
He was tall and much stronger than the frail Yin Ci Guang, and he easily knocked the man down.
"I have promised His Majesty the Great Yan that I would let the princess see my sincerity. If the princess is feeling unwell, she need not treat me as an outsider." He moved closer again and said with a smile, "When I came here just now, I saw the princess's maid going to the banquet hall, and I don't know when she will come back. My courtyard is not far ahead. Why don't you come with me to have a cup of tea and rest for a while."
His words were inquiring, but his actions were extremely forceful, and he even wanted to hold Yin Ci Guang's hand.
Although Yin Ci Guang had always disguised himself as a woman, had he ever suffered such an insult?
He took a step back with a pale face, avoiding Mubal's hand. His hand hidden in his sleeve trembled slightly because of anger, but he still tried his best to remain calm and said, "Little Prince, please respect yourself."
Seeing the beauty's surprised expression, Mubal became more and more excited. Just as he was about to take a step further, Yin Ciguang's maid came back unexpectedly, hurried forward, called out "Princess", and looked at Mubal warily.
Seeing an additional troublemaker, Mubal frowned and had to take a step back.
"Let's go." Yin Ci Guang lowered her eyes and stopped looking at him. She called the maid and left quickly.
Mubal stayed where he was, looking at his anxious back with a determined smile on his face.
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