Dafeng's Night Squad

“Lord Wei, it’s Lord Wei …” it’s been 20 years, a whole 20 years. I finally see Duke Wei leading an Army again.

after so many years, I’ve almost forgotten the glory of the Lord of Wei leading thousands of troops to the West. Lord of Wei, why did you hide in the court after the Shanhai Pass battle? do you know how sad our brothers were back then .

It was difficult for the young to understand the feelings of the older generation, and it was difficult for them to understand how brilliant that green-robed man had been in the past.

On the side of the street, Xu Pingzhi, who was in charge of maintaining order, had a long saber at his waist. He stared at the scene in a daze, as if he was in a dream.

“Baihu Daren, you also fought in the Battle of Shanhai Pass, right? is the Duke of Wei really that godly?”

A young royal sword guard asked in a low voice.

“To the people of my generation, as long as the Duke of Wei is alive, the morale of the Army will be there. He’s the kind of person that people are willing to die for.” Xu Pingzhi sighed,

“It’s hard for the young people of your generation to understand us back then. However, you’ll experience it sooner or later. Hmm, let’s wait until we’re done with the witchcraft cult.”

“I heard that during the Battle of Shanhai Pass, His Majesty personally beat the drum at the top of the city?” Another royal sword guard asked.

“The Battle of Shanhai Pass concerns the survival of the country, so it’s different. I won’t be able to see it this time.” Xu Pingzhi said regretfully.

Behind Wei Yuan, Jiang Lu and the other elders who had followed Wei Qingyi to war heard the discussions of the people on the street and couldn’t help but think of the past.

During the Shanhai Pass battle, Da Feng sent the entire country’s military forces into the war. The Dragon robe personally stood on the city wall and beat the drum to send them off.

If His Majesty could beat the drums to send him off again, how good would that be!

The group of old people from back then thought sincerely in their hearts.

However, His Majesty was not the wise Emperor of the past. The Emperor Yuan jing of that time was wise, mighty, and diligent in government affairs, sweeping away the depression of the previous emperor.

The current Emperor had been engrossed in cultivation and had been lazily governing for many years.

Things had long changed.

The Civil officials led by Wang zhenwen, the military generals led by the Dukes, and the members of the royal family led by the Crown Prince stood in a line on the city wall. They silently watched the troops slowly approaching from the end of the wide main road.

“Back then, when Wei Yuan went to war, His Majesty personally went up to the city wall and beat the drums to send him off. Only then can the people of the capital be United.” Wang zhenwen said emotionally.

The old officials who had experienced the Shanhai Pass battle were slightly dazed.

“I was wondering why no one was beating the drum at the top of the city wall. So it’s because no one is qualified.” The Minister of War said in realization.

Twenty years ago, he was not an official in the capital and was working in a foreign country.

Hearing this. the eves of the Crown Prince. the fourth prince. and the others

were slightly heated. If they could imitate their father’s actions and beat the drums to send them off, they would be in the limelight.

However, most of the members of the Imperial clan were just thinking about it and did not dare to do it.

There were only two people present who could do this. One was the Crown Prince of the East Palace and the other was the fourth prince, the legitimate son of the Empress.

Beside the Crown Prince, Lin an who was dressed in a fiery red Palace dress pursed his lips and imagined that scene. For a moment he was a little dazed, “Imperial father must have been unparalleled in his heroic bearing back then.” He really wanted to see his father beat the drum to send him off.

Huaiqing also revealed a look of anticipation. What did it mean to be the center of attention and shine?

The champion of the Golden roll rode a horse through the streets, the poet of a poetry contest, Wei Yuan, and his father, the Emperor, who wore a dragon robe and beat the drum for thousands of soldiers were all examples.

The Crown Prince and the fourth prince were a little moved.

“Since Imperial father is not coming, then this Prince will personally beat the drum. The Army is out, how can there be no one beating the drum?” The Crown Prince said excitedly.

He knew that he would be overstepping his authority, but this was not a taboo. Even if his father knew about it, he would at most be displeased. And he could gain a huge reputation.

After weighing the pros and cons, the Crown Prince was eager to try.

The fourth prince furrowed his brows and was about to retort when he heard huaiqing’s voice.”Fourth brother, you’re not qualified enough.”

“Then who else is qualified?” the fourth prince angrily transmitted his voice.

Speaking of which, the fourth prince was considered quite outstanding among the princes. He was a rank-7 martial artist. Huaiqing shook his head and did not answer.

“Your Highness!”

Wang zhenwen blocked the crown prince’s path to the drum. He said gently,

“In terms of status, what you’re doing is not appropriate. It will make His Majesty unhappy. In terms of reputation, you’re lacking. To Wei Yuan, you’re still lacking in qualifications.”

“Then in Lord Chief Assistant’s opinion, who is qualified?” the Crown Prince frowned.

Wang zhenwen’s gaze swept past his shoulder and landed on the steps. He smiled and said, “The qualified ones are here.”

Everyone turned around and saw a young man with a long saber at his waist. He was walking very slowly, and the guards on both sides trembled as if they were facing a great enemy. They tried hard to pull out their sabers, but they couldn’t.

Huaiqing and Lin ‘an’s beautiful eyes lit up at the same time.

“Xu Qian!”

Someone among the nobles gritted his teeth and said.

Xu Qi ‘an ignored him. He nodded at Wang zhenwen and walked straight to the drum.

The fourth Prince’s gaze flickered, but he remained silent.

The Crown Prince stared at him with sharp eyes and blocked his way.

“Brother Crown Prince, please make way.” Lin an elbowed him.

In terms of status, he didn’t have to worry about his father. In terms of reputation, the people of the capital cheered and praised him. To Wei Yuan, he was too qualified … The Crown Prince snorted and walked to the side.

Xu Qi ‘an took out the drum stick and hit the drum hard.

“BOOM!”

“Dong Dong! ”

“Dong Dong Dong …”

The sound of drums came from the top of the city wall. First, it was a dull sound, followed by two sounds, and then the sound of the drums was as dense as rain, reverberating in the sky.

Everyone, including Wei Yuan, looked up at the city wall.

Someone was beating the drum on the city wall!

“Look, it’s Xu yinluo!”

From the crowd, there were shouts of surprise.

“It’s Xu yinluo beating the drum.”

“Xu yinluo is beating the drum to send off the Army.”

The commoners ’emotions were suddenly high as they shouted loudly and passionately.

Lin ‘an sometimes looked at the people below, and sometimes looked at Xu Qi’ an’s back. She smiled brightly and innocently.

The corners of Huai Qing’s lips curled up.

Jiang Luzhong and the others narrowed their eyes and looked at the young and tall figure on the city wall. They were inexplicably in a daze as they listened to the impassioned cheers of the people.

Back then, the Dragon robe was beating the drum on the city wall, and the people in the city were cheering.

Twenty years passed in the blink of an eye. The person beating the drum had changed, but the People’s cheers were still the same.

After a moment of silence, they suddenly revealed a smile that came from the bottom of their hearts.

Wei Yuan raised his head and looked at the young man on the city wall. A trace of relief flashed in his eyes.

Twenty years ago, there was Wei Yuan. Twenty years later, there was Xu Qi ‘an.

Very good!

At this time, it would be even better if he could compose a poem.

“Xu Qi ‘an, do you have a farewell poem?” Wei Yuan laughed loudly.

[ PS: I’ll tell you the story of Wei Yuan and the Empress later. Don’t be anxious. Be patient. ] The plot of a book slowly advanced to a suitable place, and the appropriate plot was written. It was impossible to throw everything out at once..