If you have a good name, you will be lucky all your life. If you call it Gou Sheng, Da Li, and Zhu Zi, it is often difficult to become a high-ranking official... For example, a certain Grand Secretary is called "Gao Zhu Zi" or "Li Ergou", you will definitely not be able to call it out, and you are a Grand Secretary. Can you give yourself a good name first?

Sang Qi is ranked as the seventh child. As a poor man, he can be named after the ranking. Like Li Qi, Zhang Qi, and Han Qi are nothing, but his master's surname is Sang.

Sang Weihan almost failed to pass the Jinshi because of this surname. When it came to these servants, the situation was even worse. Isn’t Sang Qi a “lost his wife”?

Can you be better in this life?

Sure enough, that year, he was still three months and fifteen years old. He was called by the master and told him a lot, and then he asked him to go to Youzhou and join the Khitan.

At that time, Sang Weihan promised that, in three years or five years, when the imperial royal army arrived, he would become a meritorious minister, be able to become an official, marry a beautiful wife, own land, slaves, carriages, and live a life of superiors.

Sang Qi agreed in a daze. He went to Youzhou to work first. The life was very hard and he had almost never had enough food. However, Sang Qi worked very hard. When he had the skills, he would observe everywhere and carefully record the situation, how many soldiers and horses were there, and what was wrong. Every once in a while, he would write down what he saw and heard and hand it over to the people above.

At first, he could still bear it, but later he couldn't stand it anymore and kept asking the person who collected intelligence when the king's army would come.

Every time the other party said it was soon, it was soon... Sang Qi kept comforting himself, and five years passed like this. When he asked again, the other party cried.

He cried loudly, and the sky collapsed and the earth broke, as if he had lost his parents. No matter how Sang Qi asked, the other party didn't speak. In the end, he only told Sang Qi that he would not have to collect information in the future.

Three days later, Sang Qi saw his body, and he jumped into a well and drowned... Sang Qi also knew the reason.

The king did not expect it, but instead the Khitans broke into the Central Plains and conquered Kaifeng.

The Great Jin Dynasty was gone, and their master, Sang Gong, was also dead.

At that moment, Sang Qi thought of death, and he really planned to jump into the well.

However, he survived and was sold to the grassland, becoming a slave to the Wugu tribe, and his status became even more humble. Sang Qi's life completely turned gray.

He worked every day, kept silent, and lived like a livestock.

He can't speak anymore and gradually forgot to write. He lives with cattle and sheep. Every winter, he hugs each other and lives by relying on each other's body temperature. In one word, he means supporting each other...

Sang Qi even felt that one day, he would die like a livestock, and there was nothing worth pity.

Such a ignorant life lasted for seven years, a time that was enough to torture anyone crazy... Just one morning, Sang Qi's world suddenly changed.

An old Taoist priest appeared in front of him, with his floating beard, kind eyebrows and a kind smile... The dusty memory woke up, and Sang Qi finally remembered it.

When they were in Sang Mansion, this immortal chief was the guest of honor for his husband... They talked a lot that day. Sang Qi knew that his master was dead. He was sent to Youzhou and the people sent to the grassland had already smuggled and fled, and most of them had lost contact.

The Great Jin Dynasty was gone, and even the Han Dynasty that was established later disappeared. The current national name is the Great Zhou. However, no matter how the national name changes, the Central Plains, the ancestral graves are located, and their family members are still there!

Back in my hometown, kowtowed in front of the ancestral grave, drank a bowl of rice wine made by my family, and ate a few sweet dates... Sang Qi's dead heart revived.

In the past few years, Chen Tuan has worked tirelessly and awakened countless "Sang Qi" people.

And these people who were looking forward to it finally waited for Master Wang!

"This, here, go!"

Sang Qi's voice was strange, but he also regained a little of his ability to speak.

On the grassland, tragedy is easy to happen without a guide.

For example, the flying general who has never been named a marquis in his life often gets lost.

Speaking of which, whether Wei Qing or Huo Qubing, they raised and recruited many Huns and asked them to be guides. Every time they went to fight, they returned with a full load. Li Guang killed all the Qiang people who surrendered. He had good martial arts skills, but when he was fighting, he could never find the enemy. No wonder he was depressed all his life...

Sang Qihui made pottery and often walked among the tribes. He was very familiar with the journey. A few days ago, a young merchant from the Great Zhou Dynasty found the Wugu tribe, but the leader Ah Xin was capricious and imprisoned the people.

Sang Qi found him and wanted to help the young man escape. But he knew that the young man was very tough. He actually wanted to destroy the Wugu tribe with his own strength and was unwilling to return to the Great Zhou.

However, the young man gave him something to walk south. If he could find the people from Dazhou, he would lead the way.

This is how Sang Qi met the Cavalry Guard.

"This, this is, give, give me!"

He sent a copper Pixiu to Ye Hua.

In the legend of Pixiu, one of the nine sons of the divine dragon is a fierce beast, auspicious beast, and a divine beast!

The embroidered messenger is marked by Pixiu, but the embroidered messenger's Pixiu is chubby and round, and looks very much like a bear... According to ancient books, Pixiu is like a bear, with gray and white fur, and many people simply think that Pixiu is a giant panda!

The Xiong'an army used the panda as its banner, and the embroidered envoy used the Pixiu as its signature... There is no way, the champion Hou Aigugu is deeply in love!

After taking the Pixiu, he weighed it in his hand. Ye Hua seemed to be smiling. This Pixiu was given to Sang Qi by his apprentice.

The boy did not come back, but walked north. He wanted to destroy the Wugu tribe. Very good and ambitious!

Zhao Erbing is gloomy and ruthless. Let him see how much movement you can make!

"I'll give this to you!"

Ye Hua gave the Pixiu to Sang Qi, and then someone gave him a brocade robe embroidered with a beast and a long sword... This is the logo of the embroidered messenger.

Sang Qi couldn't help but feel excited and his blood boiled.

He rode his horse in front of him. After two days of trekking, one evening, they finally arrived next to a river. A man came from a distance.

Liang Hongcai, who was in charge, held the neck of the sweaty and blood BMW and ran in the front. A group of screaming Khitan soldiers appeared from behind. They were already salivating at these BMWs.

Ye Hua stood on the horse's back, looking down at the Khitan soldiers in the distance, sneering slightly!

"Cabin Guard! Kill!"

With a command, the cavalry guards were dispatched.

A year ago, they followed the old General Wang Jing to rush forward, defeated the Tielin Army, and scattered the Sieshi Army. The Iron Cavalry was so arrogant that they looked down on their faces! A year later, the Cavalry Guards became more mature and sharp. They were wearing leather armor and holding spears, and rushed down like a tide.

Liang Hongcai saw it and tears came out in disgrace.

"It's the Marquis! The Marquis is here to save us!"

Liang Hongcai shouted excitedly. He grabbed the horse's mane hard, let it stop, and let the people behind him stop. As long as the Marquis arrives, they will have nothing to be scary.

"Master, look at it, those people are dead!" Liang Hongcai talked to the war horse like a madman. It's true that this golden BMW is quite spiritual. He stretched his neck and looked at the battlefield not far away.

The cavalry guards collided with the men and horses of the Wugu tribe.

The cavalry spear stabbed out, and the Khitan soldiers rushing in front were all dismounted. The cavalry guards did not stop and stepped on their bodies and continued to move forward. The long sword was swung, and the cold light shone. The Khitans roared desperately. The maces, iron forks, and spears in their hands could not resist the sharp sabre.

With one knife, the weapon broke, and two knifes slashed, and the people and horses were immediately broken!

The cavalry guards are like the god of death who harvests life, without any hesitation or politeness.

They rushed to kill quickly, like a tiger, unstoppable.

Sang Qi stretched his neck and looked forward to it. Seeing the cavalry guards' heart-warming rush, tears soon filled his eyes.

This is the king's army, this is the Iron Cavalry of the Central Plains!

The Khitans boasted that the unparalleled riding and shooting were not worth mentioning in front of the Han family!

Those fierce and bloodthirsty Khitans were so vulnerable to the Cavalry Guards. Look, they could not hurt the Cavalry Guards at all, but were knocked off their horses. The entire team was like rags and ravaged.

Look, someone ran away!

They were frightened and fled in a panic, and the cavalry guards chased after him with their butts, without any hesitation... They were so majestic, this was the real man!

A full fifteen years!

Even the Khitan children can pee on their necks.

In their eyes, Sang Qi, like livestock, would have been killed long ago if he had no skills.

I’m afraid they will never think about how fierce and cruel it is when the Han family shows their hideousness!

I am also a descendant of the Han family. By the way, I am also an embroidered envoy. I have a war horse and a treasure sword! I, I... kill!

Sang Qi roared wildly and rushed towards the Khitans.

His eyes were red, and the wind on his face almost suffocated him. Sang Qi couldn't breathe, his face was as thick as his neck. It was a long distance. Finally, Sang Qi rushed to the front of the Khitans.

"die!"

He waved the knife in his hand, and the other party was a sturdy man. He used the round shield on his left arm to block Sang Qi's knife, then turned around, waved the mace with his right arm to smash Sang Qi's head. If he was hit, there would be a dead end.

This was the usual technique used by the Khitan warriors, but this time he miscalculated. Sang Qi's knife was extremely sharp, splitting the round shield, cutting off the man's forearm, and blood spurting wildly, turning into a blood mist... The man could not bear the pain, let out a shrill howl, and he retreated in a hurry.

Sang Qi didn't know where the courage came from. He suddenly shouted and stabbed it with a long knife, just piercing the big man's heart!

The blood splattered Sang Qi's face, and the man stared at him in despair and horror.

Sang Qi remembered that this guy was a famous warrior from the Wugu tribe and had killed the black bear with his own hands!

Hahaha!

He died in my hands!

Died at the hands of a humble slave!

What's the use of being brave? How can you barbarians understand the wisdom of the man?

Sang Qi felt that the panic in his heart disappeared without a trace.

More than three thousand people, in less than an hour, turned into corpses all over the ground.

This is the power of the cavalry guard!

"Qi Bi, Mr. Zhao is still fighting hard in front of you!"
Chapter completed!