xymnovel Chapter 404 Xue Liang: Today I must perform well in front of Lü Xiao's child.
Chapter 404 Xue Liang: Today I must perform well in front of Lü Xiao's child.
He had already lost several adopted sons in the previous battle in Dengzhou.
Those children had followed him for many years; though not his own, they were better than his own.
With each loss, he felt as if a piece of his flesh had been ripped out.
Now he doesn't want to see Luo Fang, Xue Liang, and others suffer any mishaps.
"Nephews and nieces! Come and see your second uncle bravely fighting the enemy!"
Xue Liang was overjoyed. He took three steps at a time and walked to the two children. He bent down and his face beamed with joy.
"it is good."
Lu Heng looked up at his second uncle, nodded slightly, his little face expressionless, and answered crisply.
Although he is young, he has already learned not to discourage his elders.
If my second uncle wants to show off, then let him show off.
"My second uncle will surely be able to behead the enemy general!"
Lü Jing, on the other hand, maximized the emotional value.
She looked up with her little face full of admiration, her voice clear and crisp like a silver bell, making Xue Liang feel light as a feather.
"Hahaha!"
Xue Liang burst into laughter, laughing so hard his eyes narrowed into slits and he couldn't straighten his back.
Sure enough, if he had said that to his godfather before...
Your adoptive father would say that as the adopted son of the Prince of Kao Shan, isn't it only right that you kill a few bandit generals?
Unlike his little nephew and niece, who have already garnered admiration and anticipation even before they've taken the stage.
"Walk!"
Xue Liang turned around, flicked his cloak, and strode out of the tent.
His steps were nimble and his movements were agile, truly giving him the air of a fierce general.
Behind her, Luo Fang shook her head and followed helplessly.
Soon, the two sides lined up in front of the formation.
"Where is that old man Yang Lin?" A general rode out from the enemy ranks, holding a halberd, chin raised, his tone extremely arrogant.
"I've heard you're some kind of powerful prince from the Sui Dynasty. Do you dare to fight me?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than another general charged out from behind him, brandishing a long spear and shouting at the top of his lungs, "Let me handle this! I'll knock this old man Yang Lin off his horse!"
"Me too! Me too!"
The third person, not to be outdone, charged out from the formation, brandishing a large sword.
The three men reined in their horses side by side, pointing and gesturing at the Sui army formation, their laughter rough and arrogant, completely disregarding their opponents.
Everyone knows that Yang Lin, the Prince of Kao Shan of the Sui Dynasty, was powerful and influential for decades, but so what?
Yang Lin has grown old; his hair has turned white, and his back is bent. He is no longer the powerful and invincible King of the Mountain who once swept through the enemy ranks.
The people who can support half of the Sui Dynasty now are in the Eastern Capital, in the Shuo Prince's Mansion, and in Lü Xiao.
It's not in Dengzhou, much less in Yanglin.
He's just an old man.
If one can kill him on the battlefield, that will bring fame and fortune.
"You dare challenge my godfather?"
Hearing the enemy repeatedly calling Yang Lin "old man" and "old bastard," Xue Liang flew into a rage, his face turning ashen, and the veins on his hand gripping his gun bulging.
He was usually unserious in front of Yang Lin, always joking around and being cunning, and he never learned his lesson even after being scolded.
But he couldn't stand seeing others humiliate Yang Lin.
That was his godfather, someone he had respected, feared, and loved since childhood.
Regardless of whether he could win or not, he would still go up and fight to the death.
"My second uncle is going to chop him up."
Lu Jing's small figure appeared at the front of the formation. She stood on the high point of the chariot, holding onto the railing, and stood on tiptoe, shouting in Xue Liang's direction.
The child's tender voice sounded somewhat weak amidst the sounds of horns, war drums, and battle cries, yet it reached Xue Liang's ears clearly.
"cut!"
With his little niece saying such things, how could Xue Liang possibly hold back?
He spurred his horse's flanks with both legs, and the warhorse neighed loudly, its hooves flying as it charged out from the front lines in an instant, its black-handled silver spear aimed straight at the enemy general!
Upon seeing Xue Liang charging towards them, the enemy general who had been shouting the loudest earlier quickly raised his battle axe to meet the attack.
The two horses clashed, the sound of metal clanging against metal was deafening.
Although Xue Liang's martial arts skills were average, his ruthless and fearless spirit was genuine.
He fired each shot faster and more fiercely than the last, giving his opponent no chance to catch his breath.
After three exchanges, Xue Liang spotted an opening and thrust out with his spear, the tip of which precisely pierced his opponent's ribs.
Another general rushed out from the opposing side, but he was still no match for Xue Liang and was defeated in the blink of an eye.
With the deaths of two generals in succession, the morale of the Dengzhou army soared.
The war drums beat more and more frequently, and the soldiers' shouts rose higher and higher.
Xue Liang reined in his horse and stood at the front of the formation, his silver spear pointing diagonally at the ground, blood still dripping from its tip.
This really established a great image for her in front of her nephew and niece!
"My second uncle is a great marksman! My second uncle is invincible!"
Lü Jing's praises came out like they were free, one after another.
She stood high on the chariot, holding onto the railing, her voice crisp and clear, still audible amidst the sounds of horns and war drums.
"Haha! Hahaha!"
Xue Liang on the battlefield was grinning from ear to ear.
He puffed out his chest, tilted his chin up, and carried his silver spear on his shoulder, turning left and right on horseback.
It was worth it, today was truly worth it.
In his entire life, from the moment he was born until now, he has received far more praise than Lü Jing has said in just a short while today.
Sure enough, the niece still cares about her uncle.
Lu Heng remained silent, simply standing on the chariot, his hands gripping the railings, watching quietly.
He observed very carefully, from the angle at which his second uncle drew his gun to the timing of when he holstered it.
From the horse stance to the shift in body posture, no detail was overlooked.
He knew about his second uncle's martial arts skills. They weren't exceptionally outstanding, but they were definitely not the kind of martial arts masters that just anyone could fight.
After all, he was the adopted son of the Prince of Kao Shan, and the principle that a great teacher produces a great student is applicable everywhere.
However, compared to his grandfather and his master Jiang Song, he was still far inferior.
But, there's always a but.
After watching masters sparring every day for so long, it's nice to occasionally watch someone who isn't so skilled fight.
At least you don't have to be on edge trying to figure out the intricacies of every move; you can just enjoy the show and have a good time.
"Second brother, step back! Eldest brother, come here!"
Seeing her little niece praising her second brother to the skies, Luo Fang immediately perked up.
He straightened his back on horseback, grabbed his weapon, and his eyes burned with fury.
He has dreams too!
He wanted to prove himself too!
Why should the second son get all the benefits?
"Give me a break."
Xue Liang muttered something without turning his head, then spurred his horse forward a few more steps, lingering on the battlefield and refusing to dismount.
He finally got this chance to shine, how could he let his older brother steal it?
He continued to challenge the enemy at the front, pointing his silver spear in all directions while hurling insults.
Several more enemy generals then went into battle, and Xue Liang once again displayed his might, as if he had suddenly gained enlightenment.
His marksmanship had improved considerably compared to usual; each move was fluid and graceful, drawing cheers from the soldiers behind him.
Yang Lin stroked his beard, his eyebrows slightly raised.
This brat has made progress today, which makes him very happy.
"withdraw troops!"
The sound of retreating troops rang out from Qin Qiong's formation, sharp and urgent.
Qin Qiong's side stopped sending troops to fight, and the army quickly returned to camp. The camp gates were tightly closed, and not a single person could be seen.
Yang Lin was naturally pleased with his small victory in the first battle.
Back in the main tent, he sat in the main seat, his gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on Xue Liang, a slight smile playing on his lips.