On November 18, the Tianqi Camp, which had been in the hinterland of Longyou for a full seventeen days, was finally caught up by the Longyou Army and the Shuofang Army. On the west bank of the Yellow River and the edge of the Gobi Desert in Hexi, the two armies began to encircle. But just as the Longyou Army and the Shuofang Army were about to close, the Tianqi Camp suddenly rushed out from a hole less than ten miles wide like lightning, headed straight for the Yellow River, and crossed the Yellow River again.

In the Longyou camp, Wei Qing, dressed in white, held his hands behind his back and looked coldly at Zhao Denian, a military commander of the Dashi Army who came to apologize. Zhang Huan broke out from under his nose.

"The subordinates have tried their best. The brothers have been marching for a day, and they are already exhausted. The other party has two hours of rest and are full of cavalry. How can we run through our legs?"

While explaining, Zhao Denian secretly looked at the eldest son's face. Seeing that there was no expression on his face, he felt panicked and hurriedly explained: "Besides, they sent troops after resting, obviously they had already calculated it, and they were definitely not lucky enough to escape."

"Have you finished speaking?" Wei Qing interrupted his explanation coldly, "I only look at the result but not the process. Since he escaped from you, you should bear this responsibility."

Speaking of this, he waved his hand gently, "Kill him!"

The expression seemed to be slapping a fly to death. Five or six soldiers rushed up next to him and held Zhao Denian down, knocked him off, and wanted to drag him out.

Zhao Denian was furious. While struggling, he hissed and cursed, "You little turtle boy who is neither male nor female, why didn't the Uighurs kill you? I'll conquer your Wei family in battles across the country. Are you just treating me like this?"

Wei Qing's face turned extremely pale, and a deep hatred suddenly shot out under his long eyelashes. He took a step forward and pierced his chest with a fierce sword. Then he pulled out the sword and cut his throat with his backhand. Zhao Denian pointed at Wei Qing, "Gee!" and fell down with a bang.

"Drag it out and feed the wild dogs!"

Wei Qing threw the sword on the ground and ordered coldly: "The Hexi Army is not allowed to move. The rest of the troops will continue to chase eastward. Those who chase first will be promoted to the third level, and the reward will be 10,000 yuan."

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In the cold night, the Tianqi Camp was as fast as flying, like a cold sword, quietly stabbing towards the dark Huijun city. Huijun is located about fifty miles east of the Yellow River, with a population of less than 10,000 households. Thousands of troops stationed in Shuofang were led by a side general.

Since Huijun is the first gateway to defend against Tubo, although the population is small, the city is very tall and strong, and it has diverted water to dig a moat, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack.

Zhang Huan immediately stared at a Gaogang five miles away at the city, staring at the city in the distance. He was waiting, and the scout brought him detailed information. Less than a hundred miles behind him, 50,000 pursuers divided into three groups and surrounded him.

A small black dot appeared in the distance, and it was getting closer and closer. The scout who went to inquire about the news came back. The scout rushed up the hill and reported to Zhang Huan: "General, there are two granaries in the city, under the supervision of a thousand defenders. The chief general is said to be the son of Xin Yunjing."

"Son of Xin Yunjing?" Zhang Huan was slightly stunned, "Can it be Xin Lang?"

"Yes! It must be him." Zhang Huan suddenly remembered that last time he met Li Feizhi on the bank of Qujiang Pool, he once said that Xin Lang was also in the army in Shuofang and served as a side general. Instead, Huijun was once controlled by Xin Yunjing, so it was natural that Xin Lang was guarding here.

Thinking of this, he immediately took out a famous sect and handed it to a personal soldier and said, "Tell me this famous sect to Xin Lang and tell him that I was chased by Wei Qing and had nowhere to escape. If he remembers the love of an old friend, please ask him to lend me Huijun to ten days, and I will leave here in ten days."

The personal soldiers hurried away. After about half an hour, dozens of cavalrymen rushed from the direction of the city, and were shining and rushed towards this side.

"Is it brother Goujian?" The leader rushed to the hill and laughed loudly.

It was really Xin Lang. Zhang Huan was surprised. With him there, he would have lost three points of trouble to take Hexi. He also smiled and met him. He saw Xin Lang wearing an iron helmet and armor, with a burly and tall figure, looking very majestic.

The two have not seen each other for nearly a year. They met again at this time, and were both very happy. Xin Lang stepped forward and punched Zhang Huan on the shoulder, laughed and said, "This year, Zhang Qubing's reputation in Hedong has filled my ears, which makes me envious."

Zhang Huan rubbed his shoulders and smiled bitterly: "You only hear good reputation, but you don't know my life-long life."

Xin Lang nodded, and he sighed slightly, "Actually, I am very convinced. In May this year, the late emperor personally led the expedition, and I also received food escorts to the west. When I heard that His Majesty was trapped, I came back. I never thought about going to Han'er Bali. It was obvious that everyone's chances were equal, it depends on who could seize them."

Zhang Huan glanced at him and saw that his eyes were a little depressed, and he smiled faintly, "That's because I have the indulgence of the head of the family. Of course, I dare to act without permission, but you are different. If you do not follow the order, will Wei Yan spare you? He was already trying to attack your Xin family Hexi. If he caught the handle, how could he let it go?"

Zhang Huan's words pointed at Xin Lang's thoughts. He sighed a long time ago, and after a while, he said to Zhang Huan helplessly: "The matter in Hexi is not as simple as you think. I have no way to talk about it for a while. Go to the city first! My subordinates are my father's personal soldiers, not Wei Er's people, don't worry."

Zhang Huan smiled and walked sideways with him. The two of them slowly got off the hills. Then, the team of troops from Tianqi Camp also drove into Huijun.

Huijun's city is wide and about three miles long. There are tens of thousands of residents and neat houses in the city, which is very different from the dilapidated Yanxi County. There is also a military camp that can accommodate tens of thousands of people in the west of the city. The Tianqi Camp has been in Longyou for more than half a month, and the people are exhausted physically and mentally. It has been only today that they finally settled down. Despite this, no one dares to slacken. They all go up to the city to prepare for defense. The tens of thousands of pursuers behind are about to arrive.

In the governor's yamen, Pei Ying went to the backyard and chatted with Xin Lang's newlywed wife, while Zhang Huan sat opposite him and listened to him telling the story of the Hexi incident.

"The incident happened this year when the Xishoujiang City changed. My father sent 10,000 Hexi elites and 30,000 Longyou Army to rescue the emperor. Lu Sigong served as the chief general, but was ambushed by the Uighurs in the north of Henan Mountain. Lu Sigong ordered the Hexi Army to suffer heavy losses. His father's most capable general, Hebaxi, was unfortunately killed. In the end, there were less than 4,000 people left. The military power was taken away by Lu Sigong. In the end, the remnants of less than 4,000 people were not able to return to Hexi."

Speaking of this, Xin Lang's eyes were filled with pain. He punched his leg hard and gritted his teeth and said, "That despicable old Wei man finally sent Lu Sigong to lead 10,000 Longyou Army to Hexi. His father was helpless and could only ask the court to retire from his illness."

"Well, why did Weier allow you to station in Hui County?"

Xin Lang snorted in his nose, "My father is quite popular with the people in Hexi. He Wei Er let me stay here to confuse the people of Hexi. Once he gains a foothold in Hexi, the first thing he has to deal with is me."

Zhang Huan pondered for a while, then suddenly asked, "I wonder if Lord Lingzun is good now?"

"My father is in Jincheng County and is ready to go to Chang'an after the New Year.

"I wonder what Bailing plans for the future?"

Xin Lang smiled bitterly, "What else can I have? If I can defend the county, I will defend it now. If I can't defend it, go to Chang'an. With my father's connections, it's always okay to be a small official!"

After a moment of silence, Zhang Huan said slowly: "Although the world is peaceful now, the seven major families are in various counties and counties. It is so difficult for poor and illegitimate sons to stand up. I have a little foundation, but I am unwilling to be a lackey for others. I just let the Lord step down. The situation in Hexi is turbulent and the Wei family is still unstable. I want to take this opportunity to seize Hexi from Wei Er and gradually develop westward. If Brother Bailing is willing, I can stay and help me."

Xin Lang pondered for a moment and said, "I don't have the courage and ability to do great things with my brother Huidian. I know I can't do anything. When the military rations were burned on Ma'anling, I was the subordinate of my brother Huidian. Now I let me follow Huidian again, that's natural. But I can only represent myself, not the Xin family. Whether my father is willing to help you or not, I can't guarantee it."

"Don't worry! My recruitment of you has nothing to do with Ling Zunjue."

Zhang Huan raised his head slightly and said proudly: If I can't control the small Hexi, how can I control the world in the future!"

Xin Lang looked at Zhang Huan in a daze, and suddenly read a determination from his face that he did not know how to retreat but wanted to fight to the death. Xin Lang was filled with awe and shocked. Suddenly, the courage deep in his heart, willing to die for him was slowly awakened again. He clenched his fists, as if he had seen his future in Zhang Huan. This was the biggest decision in his life. At this moment, his heart became extremely firm.

He took a step back and knelt down on one knee and said, "Xin Bailing is willing to follow his lord, and he will never refuse!"

Zhang Huan quickly helped him up and laughed: "How energetic we were when we went to smash Wannian County Government together, but in a blink of an eye we went our separate ways. Now God asked us to work together to conquer the world. With Bailing as our friend, I, Zhang Huan, is enough for my life!"

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It was already late at night, and Zhang Huan slowly came to the city wall. The soldiers had completed their preparations before the war and went back to sleep exhausted. There were only nearly a hundred people on duty on the city wall, looking vigilantly at the empty plains.

Huijun is the throat of Hexi to Longyou, and has an extremely important strategic position. The city is equipped with a large amount of combat preparation materials, bows and arrows, stones, giant trees, tincture oil and even grain. In the third year of Qingzhi, 50,000 Tubo troops, led by general Ma Chongying, launched a large-scale attack on Longyou. At that time, the governor of Liangzhou, Li Fei Yuanli, retreated to Huijun. With his strong city walls and sufficient materials, he held on for more than half a year, making the Tubo army unable to occupy Longyou.

In the future, this sturdy city will become a sharp dagger that Zhang Huan inserted into Youlong.

Zhang Huan walked slowly on the city, with red clouds hanging low on the city wall. This was a sign of a blizzard. At night, the wind was biting cold and the water poured by the soldiers on the city wall was frozen strong, making the city wall extremely smooth and causing great trouble to the siege.

At this time, his nose cooled down, and a snowflake fell, and it turned into water on the tip of his nose. Zhang Huan looked up and snowed in the sky, like a tear, clustered in groups, falling into balls, densely from the sky, and the world soon became vast.

Suddenly, the snow above his head disappeared. Zhang Huan waved his hand back and said to his personal soldiers: "What's the point of a little snow? I don't need to hold an umbrella!"

But there was no sound behind. Zhang Huan was surprised. When he turned around, he was not the personal soldiers, but Pei Ying stood behind him with a smile, holding a red oil-paper umbrella, his face was frozen blue and purple. The personal soldiers had quietly disappeared at some point.

"I'm looking for you everywhere, and they say you're up to the city."

Pei Ying stepped forward and held his arm, saying embarrassedly: "The couple is newly married, so I can't disturb you."

"Then I'll tell you a story when I go back!" Zhang Huan smiled ambiguously to her.

"You bad guy, I'll tell those ghost stories, and I want to scare people." Pei Ying punched Zhang Huan a few times, "I'm not allowed to tell you again in the future."

Zhang Huan grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to him. He stared at her eagerly. The smile on Pei Ying's face disappeared. She lowered her head and looked directly away from him. Her heart was nervous and sweet.

Zhang Huan looked at her thin face silently. This petite woman who was rushing with the army for thousands of miles deeply touched his heart with her stubbornness and tenacity. In this strange city, in this cold night, in the wind and snow, looking at her lonely and thin body, a tenderness suddenly surged in his heart.

He gently embraced her shoulders, making her petite body snuggle tightly in his arms. Pei Ying's face suddenly turned red. She shyly hid her face in Zhang Huan's cloak, but the cloak disappeared and wrapped her around again. Just as she was so nervous that she was at a loss, she suddenly felt a ball of heat on her face. Before she could react, Zhang Huan had lowered her head and kissed her two tender and sweet lips tightly.

Pei Ying's body suddenly became tense and stiff. He was held tightly by him, and she couldn't push it away. Gradually, her body became soft and infinite love surged in her heart. She stretched out her arms and put her neck on tiptoe and kissed her affectionately, and used her soft and flexible tongue tips and her delicate and plump lips to dedicate her love to him without reservation.

If Cui Ning's love is gentle like water, as deep as the sea; while Pei Ying's love is as passionate as a volcano, she devotes herself to it, there are all things in the world, but there is only the man in her heart.
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