The Washington Barracks were built in a very regular manner, with the style of a royal army, which made the young commander of the Shenwu Army very shocked. The barracks selected the land, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and could advance or retreat. The environment was neat and capable, and the open and secret whistles were quite good. Moreover, the imperial guards were indeed their own son. Not only did the tent use thick felt, but the sword was also different from the border troops. They used enough materials, a straight knife with three fingers wide, with one finger edge, thick, and powerful armor-breaking. The border troops had three finger edges wide, with two finger edge edges, sharp, and not good enough to break armor, and it was okay to deal with some thieves. It was not easy to use when they actually went to the battlefield. However, in the northwest, most of the barbarian troops had leather armor, which was considered a mistake and was also suitable.

Zhao Feibai looked at the residence. The bedding was all pure cotton, brand new, the house was not very transparent, and it was a little stuffy, but it was warmer, better than expected. Since I paid it, I have never suffered any losses in food and accommodation. These are all young masters who grew up with a golden key in their mouths. Even if I endured hardships, I was better than ordinary people.

Fu Qing didn't care about this environment. He was observing Washington, marched and recruited thousands of people all the way, and thousands of people came to Washington's command. Has the Shenwu Army dispersed like this? Fu Qing sat on the thick felt blanket, a little confused. It seemed that overnight, the pillars of the Shenwu Army collapsed. Did his father have no precautions against Fu Rui? How could he easily ruin the Shenwu Army?

The marching time was not allowed to be paid. The next morning, the Imperial Army vanguard left the large army and began to advance lightly. The horses were useless on the mountain roads, and the cavalry were sent northward and out of the Alashan Pass.

Fu Qing and his men were incorporated into the Right Army, protecting the flanks, and divided the soldiers who retreated from the Shenwu Army into a team and handed them to Fu Qing for command. Not all the soldiers of the Shenwu Army knew Fu Qing, and Fu Qing also disguised him a little. Most of the soldiers of the Shenwu Army knew Lu Yan. After all, the number one master of the Great General's guard was the place where masters were worshipped in the army. When he saw that it was led by Lu Yan, he was puzzled and secretly happy. That was the apprentice of the battalion commander of the Dajibat. With him, he led the team, the losses were the least. There was great hope of survival. Now the safety was guaranteed. The entire team was walking forward. Washington was in the central army and there was no special treatment. Among the people, he could not distinguish between you and me and led by the example. This increased Fu Qing and Lu Yan and his men's favorability for him a little.

The snow stopped during the march, the wind was howling, the sky was dark, the mountains were not high, the trees were not dense, the road was not flat, everyone was deep and shallow, walking in the almost bare valley. The wasteland and gullies were not covered with ice and snow, and the south road of the Silk Road was not too difficult to walk, but the weather was difficult to walk. There were few merchants who would run business at this time. Washington marched along the road that merchants were used to walking. At a slightly flat business post station, Zhao Feibai saw a group of birds and vultures at the foot of the mountain from a distance? Or what?

Zhao Feibai pointed, "Brother Qing, look over there."

Fu Qing, Mo Yibai, and Lu Yan raised their eyes and looked at them, "There may be corpses over there, so many corpse birds, go and take a look." Fu Qing raised his hand and blew the scout whistle in his hand. A small group of people and horses were divided into the army, and they followed the army to escape from the large army and ran towards the foot of the mountain.

Everyone rushed over, and the birds flew up and hovered above their heads, screaming shrillly to vent their dissatisfaction. A soldier shot an arrow and shot nothing, but shot the scream a little further. Five or six corpses were scattered around them. With one of them as the center, Mo Yibai squatted down in front of the corpse in the center and gasped. The face of the corpse was no longer recognizable, and the body was poked by the birds, with bones exposed in some places. However, the weather was cold and the blood had dried up, and the seepage had changed a little color. Mo Yibai pinched his chin and frowned, "Hey, this outfit looks familiar."

Zhao Feibai Fu Qing looked at each other and exclaimed, "Li Yi!"

Mo Yibai took off his clothes and said, "Does Li Yi? It looks quite like this. He died so miserable. Didn't they go back to Chang'an? Why did they die here?"

Lu Yan flipped through the other few, "Some of them should be from the upper court, it seems that they are from the court. I heard from Prince Yang that there were three waves of people. It seems that Li Yi's death was related to the third group of people, and it was a matter of the Central Plains. Tsk, it's quite miserable."

Fu Qing snorted, "It should be related to those bows. Let's go, the matter has nothing to do with us."

Zhao Feibai didn't say anything and followed Fu Qing away. Mo Yibai sighed and shook his head, pointing to the person who came with him, "You guys, tidy up and buried this. How can Chang'an Martial Madman betrayed the wilderness?"

The snow stopped, the sky was clear, the wind was tight, and two rows of distant mountains were vast and the setting sun was as bloody. The imperial guards of Washington rushed to Saiye in just three days, and revisited the old place. Fu Qing looked at the familiar streets and sighed. He left the master who had started Saiye before, and then returned to Saiye and became an ordinary soldier. Saiye City was taken over by the Dingsai Army. Washington's troops entered the city from the east gate. The city was no longer prosperous. Occasionally, they saw the soldiers who were rushing in a hurry and the figures of running seemed anxious. Along the way, the people could see the evacuation of the people with their families. The west side of the city was confronted. Washington told Mr. Ji and others to arrange the military camp and go to find Saiye's current commander to negotiate the next battle.

Magistrate Fu Zhongming has been operating Suiye City for nearly twenty years. Every brick, every tile, every grass and every tree here is very familiar with Fu Qing. Seeing the place where he grew up in such a way in just a few days, Fu Qing was so angry that he felt itchy. The happy scenes of all ethnic groups no longer existed. Everyone looked nervous and could not see where the future was.

The Dingsai Army had already made arrangements. The imperial guards slept for a full night in Saiye. The next day, they went straight to the west of the city tower. The battle in the west of the city shook the sky. You and I fought against each other, and once, but more than a dozen people died or injured. It looked more like a practice formation, and no one was really angry.

Fu Qing frowned, Zhao Feibai stood side by side on the city wall without making a sound. The wind was like a knife. The battlefield under the city wall was muddy and could not see the color. Only the blood in the air told the people that it was red, and the bodies were piled up into mountains, not only soldiers, but also ordinary people. Fu Qing's hands trembled. It was not fear, his eyes were shining, anger, and excitement. Fu Qing was born to belong to the battlefield. The more he shook, the calmer he was. The Shenwu Army had been stationed in Saiye for twenty years and had never killed innocent people indiscriminately. The war was not good.

Washington looked at the unharmed battlefield and snorted, "Why did he fight like this? That's a barbarian army."

The head general of Dingsai Army, Yang Ding and Yang Shaoyu, looked up when he heard this, glanced at the slowly retreating enemy soldiers on the battlefield.

Yang Shaoyu's second-year-old Yang family, whose name is Ding and the courtesy name is Shaoyu, is often in the military. He has dark skin and broad ears. Compared with his elder brother, he is tall and mighty, and has more masculinity. His eyebrows and eyes are no different from those of Yang Shaoyuan, the prince of the Duke of Wei. His lips are slightly thin, so he should be a taciturn person. His ignoring Washington does not mean that no one takes the initiative.

At this moment, a general who didn't look like a Han Chinese spoke out, "Where did you come from the bad guy? You know nothing."

Yang Shaoyu glanced coldly, and the young general stopped talking.

Suddenly, the enemy's horns made a huge roar, and the army changed its formation, the crescent flag was hung high, and the cavalry on both wings retreated. Infantry in heavy armor appeared in the middle, pushing the siege equipment, stalking unstoppable arrogantly and roaring in three steps, and didn't know what was roaring, so they approached calmly and calmly.

Yang Shaoyu glared at him. This wave of soldiers was different from the barbarian army he had contacted before. Whether it was in shape or wearing a sling, it was strange that he had never heard of such an army in the barbarian army. Yang Shaoyu dared not underestimate the enemy. The enemy's aura was strong and knew it was powerful. He quickly called out the gold and retreated his troops, preparing to defend the city, relying on defense to detect the pounds. The enemy's drum beat was dull, his steps were rumbling, and as if the thunder was resounding.

(End of this chapter)
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