Xue Kui stood on the city wall, looking at Cui Hao's back from a distance, and said regretfully: "Then the great poet just left like this? He didn't leave a single poem."

"You don't read, so why do you listen to poetry?"

"General Yan likes poetry. If Cui Hao could write a poem for General Yan, he would be so happy." Xue Kuai said.

He didn't notice that Yan Weiyue had already walked up to him, and said with emotion in an old voice: "I can see Cui Hao once, which is enough to comfort me for the rest of my life. Why do I need any more poems?"

"Eh." Xue Kui said, "General Yan used to say that meeting Li Bai would be a life-long comfort, but now he has become Cui Hao."

"That's not because..."

"I know, because Cui Hao wrote poems on it, which is more powerful than Li Bai."

Yan Weiyue chuckled and said in his heart: "That's not because it is impossible to see Li Bai."

At his age, staying here at Yanmen Pass, he never thought that he would never have the chance to meet Shixian in this life. He would be satisfied with meeting Cui Hao.

"By the way, where is your brother?"

Xue Kui said: "I went to get the family letter. The post envoy can be considered as delivering the family letter."

Speaking of letters from home, Yan Weiyue's face darkened and he felt a little unhappy.

Xue Kui rolled his eyes when he saw it, and finally couldn't help but want to tell Yan Weiyue a piece of news.

"General, do you remember that I told you that one of my brothers also has a great poet."

"Well, you are so boastful. Why don't you plow our farmland?"

"Really!" Xue Kui said, "My brother wrote a letter before, saying that Xue Bai, who is famous all over the world, is the lost Liu Lang of our family."

Yan Weiyue obviously didn't believe it. He smiled, stroked his white beard that was blown by the wind, and said, "Blow, keep blowing."

"I didn't brag."

"I mean the wind, the wind blows."

"Really." Xue Kui was anxious and said: "Brother also wrote to Qi Lang, saying that there was a General Yan in Yanmen Pass who had no children and only liked poetry. Please ask Qi Lang to let Xue Bai write a poem for General Yan

Poetry!"

"Hahaha."

Yan Weiyue laughed loudly and did not take Xue Kui's words seriously. Because although the Xue brothers could be regarded as the successors of Xue Rengui, they unfortunately had an incompetent grandfather who gambled excessively and ended up being hated by their relatives.

With such a family background, how could he be a relative of a world-famous poet?

"General, don't laugh. My brother will be back soon. You'll know when you see him."

"Okay, okay, I believe you." Yan Weiyue said with a smile, "But I don't like Xue Bai's poems. I only like Li Bai's poems. Maybe you can ask Li Bai to write a poem for me?"

"Hey, you..."

Xue Kui was finally tickled to the point of jumping up and down, and was about to swear, when he saw Xue Song finally boarding the tower with a huff.

"Brother!"

"Here comes a letter from Shichiro!"

Xue Song used to be a serious person, but now he rarely showed joy. Especially after seeing Yan Weiyue, he showed two rows of big teeth.

"General, my brother asked someone to write a poem for you. Please read it quickly!"

Yan Weiyue was stunned.

He didn't believe in Xue Kui, but he believed in Xue Song. Only then did he realize that the two brothers really knew Xue Bai and had actually asked the world-famous poet to write a poem for him. He couldn't help but feel excited and trembling in his heart.

"real?"

"Look!"

An envelope has been handed to Yan Weiyue's hand.

He suddenly felt ecstatic and was about to open the envelope.

"Woo——"

Suddenly, the long trumpet sound broke the boring military life behind Yanmen.

Everyone turned to look north and saw a line of wolf smoke rising into the sky from a high mountain in the distance, and then another line of wolf smoke even closer.

"Enemy attack!"

"Light up the smoke!"

The horn sounded louder and soon, Xue Zhi was already on the battlefield wearing armor.

Yan Weiyue did not care to read it, put the letter in his arms, shouted, and ordered the Yanmen Pass defenders to assemble.

Following the sound of heavy footsteps and the clanking of armor, groups of Tang troops stood on the battlements, holding on to their armor, bows and arrows, and preparing for battle.

Busy and busy, at noon, the enemy in the distance gradually approached. With smoke and dust flying and horses neighing, groups of knights rushed into the sight of the Tang army. They wore fur coats, had their hair braided, and their hands

Holding scimitars and bows and arrows, they shouted wildly.

"Khitan!"

"Eating dog intestines, how did the Khitans get to Yanmen Pass?! Where is the Kelan Army?!"

"Have the Kelan Army been completely wiped out?!"

"..."

The generals of the Tang army simply could not understand why the Khitans could be such magical generals, so their military morale was greatly shaken.

What surprised them even more was that the Khitan's military strength far exceeded their expectations. The smoke and dust never fell again since it was raised. The cavalry came in an endless stream, stretching to the horizon with no end in sight.

Yan Weiyue was shocked.

He has been in the frontier army all his life and has fought against Turks, Khitans, and Xidu, but he has never seen these grassland tribes attack Yanmen Pass.

The sound of horns and drums continued one after another, and both sides adjusted and faced each other.

The spring sun was bright, shining dazzlingly on the armor on the soldiers.

Yan Weiyue made arrangements properly. Seeing that the Khitans had not yet begun to attack the city, he kept telling himself to calm down. Only then did he remember that there was a letter in his arms.

He sat down with his back against the battlement, took out the letter, and opened it, his fingers trembling inexplicably during the process.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

An arrow flew over his head.

"Fire the arrows!" he shouted, thinking that war was about to begin, and this was not the time to read the letter.

Just as he was about to put it away, his eyes were involuntarily attracted to the poem.

The poem is called "The Journey of the Veteran General at Yanmen", and the first sentence describes the current critical atmosphere of the Khitan army approaching the city as they approach the city.

"Dark clouds are pressing down on the city to destroy it, and the armor's light is shining towards the golden scales of the sun."

"The sound of the trumpet fills the autumn sky, and it is stuffed with swallow fat to condense the night purple."

Yan Weiyue stood there stunned, his eyes seeming to see the entire battlefield through the letter paper.

He thought to himself that this poem was better than Cui Hao's "Song of the Yanmen Huren" and that it was given to him. He couldn't help but feel infinite satisfaction in his heart.

"The half-rolled red flag is near the Yishui River. The frost is heavy and the drums are cold but the sound cannot be heard."

"Report your favor on the golden stage, support the Jade Dragon and die for you."

After carefully reading the following verses word for word, Yan Weiyue grinned, laughed, solemnly put the letter away, stood up and shouted.

At this moment, poetry and fighting spirit burst out in his heart at the same time.

The poems of the Tang Dynasty, especially the frontier poems of the Tang Dynasty, entrust the endless heroic dreams of the upright men in this magnificent era.

"Boys! Kill the enemy!"

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The battle at Yanmen Pass happened suddenly. The Khitans had a strong force and suddenly attacked the city, leaving the defenders at the city gate somewhat overwhelmed.

The battle lasted for three days, and Xue Zhi's face became increasingly ugly, looking worried.

That day, after the Khitans called for gold and retreated their troops, he summoned Yan Weiyue and said in a gloomy tone: "If there are no more reinforcements, Yanmen Pass may not be able to be defended."

"General, why?"

"Haven't you seen it yet?" Xue Zhi looked at the Khitan camp from the city tower and said: "How can a mere Khitan have such an offensive? Then there is the Hengye Army among them."

"How is that possible?!"

Yan Weiyue rushed to the tower and looked around, trying to see clearly the truth hidden in the darkness, but all he saw was a little firelight.

He quickly believed Xue Zhi's judgment and said: "If it's the Hengye Army, is it the Turks who rebelled? Who will follow the rebellion? Abusi or... Anlushan?"

Xue Zhi did not answer, but said: "The reinforcements from Daizhou have not arrived yet, so please send someone to urge them."

"Here!"

Before Yan Weiyue turned around, he thought of something, took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Xue Zhi.
To be continued...