usatvline Chapter 333 Yuwen Chenglong with His Own Background Music
Chapter 333 Yuwen Chenglong with His Own Background Music
"Let me tell you, I'm not the same as before."
The Yuwen Chenglong you know now is not the same person you know.
Yuwen Chenglong knew that Pei Yuanqing must not have seen or witnessed his previous performance in Jianghuai.
"So you've switched from stabbing people in the kidneys to stabbing their anuses?"
In Pei Yuanqing's mind, Yuwen Chenglong was indeed a bit stronger and more capable than before, but only slightly.
He was at most a superior general, but far from being a true fierce general.
The rest of the time he was just a fox borrowing the tiger's power, following behind Lü Xiao and picking up scraps. What's there to be proud of?
"I'll show you then. I'll show you what a true 'Little White Dragon in the Waves' really is."
Yuwen Chenglong raised his finger and shook it, speaking in a profound and enigmatic manner.
Compared to before, his strength has indeed not increased; he still has the same amount of strength and the same amount of skill.
But his small band has been greatly enhanced and is no longer what it used to be.
Those people learned to ride horses, and they played music while riding.
Following behind the procession, with music playing and drums, their momentum was overwhelming.
When he went into battle, he was at his peak, and no one could stop him.
While the two were chatting and laughing, Xue Rengao, outside the pass, dejectedly withdrew his troops and led his cavalry back in a sorry state.
Upon returning to the main camp, he went straight to Yang You's tent.
He lifted the tent flap, strode in, grabbed Yang You by the collar, and lifted him up.
"Are you really the crown prince of the Sui Dynasty? Why isn't Lü Xiao worried about you at all?"
Are you fake? Tell me!
I'm hungry.
Yang You did not answer Xue Rengao's question, but continued talking to himself without even glancing at him.
I never imagined that in the end, Lü Xiao would have to take the fall in this war in the Northwest.
He desperately tried to prove himself and surpass Lü Xiao, but what was the result?
He lost 300,000 men, was captured, and had to rely on someone he looked down on to rescue him.
"I'll let you starve to death!"
Xue Rengao threw Yang You to the ground, making his buttocks ache and he grimaced.
Xue Rengao turned to the person beside him, his voice filled with anger: "From today onwards, there's no need to provide you with good food and drink. Eat whatever you're given! Just make sure you don't starve!"
"I'll go on a hunger strike. I'd rather starve to death than come to the Northern Desert."
Yang You's words brought the enraged Xue Rengao back to his senses.
Now he understood why these foreigners wanted to keep him around.
The original plan was to lure Lü Xiao over and eliminate this war god of the Sui Dynasty.
In that case, his usefulness is extraordinary; he is the biggest bargaining chip in the hands of these foreigners.
"By the way, let the Khan's daughter of the Western Turks serve me."
"I require her to serve me personally; no one else will do."
At this moment, Yang You became even more arrogant, lying on the ground with his legs crossed, acting like a big shot.
If you are the bargaining chip, what is there to worry about?
He not only wants to eat the barbarians, but he also wants to sleep with them!
"hehe."
Xue Rengao was so angry that he laughed, his mouth twitched, and veins bulged on his forehead.
Well, Lu Xiao and Yang You are indeed relatives; they're all family, and neither of them is any good. They're all scoundrels among scoundrels.
They thought they had captured a treasure that they could use to blackmail the Sui Dynasty.
Unexpectedly, they'd found themselves a living father figure, someone they had to support, raise, and serve.
As time went on, Lü Xiao delayed his battles, instead leisurely enjoying himself by eating tofu, drinking tea, and basking in the sun at Yumen Pass.
The people from the foreign lands, who had been tense, gradually relaxed and were no longer as wary as they had been at the beginning.
The drawbacks of this mixed-race alliance of foreign powers began to emerge.
Each family has its own ideas and its own plans.
Unable to unite against external threats, internal conflicts gradually emerged. Today you argue with me, tomorrow I fight with him, it's all a mess.
Lu Xiao was waiting for the foreigners to become complacent and for problems to arise within their ranks.
The day has come.
The Jade Gate Pass was wide open, and the gate slowly opened with a dull thud.
Under the cover of night, when the moon was dark and the wind was high, the Qiang cavalry and Sui cavalry left the pass.
The horses' hooves pounded softly as they headed west, disappearing into the vast night.
The golden eagles cried out continuously in the sky, guiding the way and pointing the direction.
"Your Highness, this thing is amazing. It can even lead the way in the middle of the night. It's more useful than a dog."
Yuwen Chenglong looked up at the night sky. Although he couldn't see the golden eagle, he could hear its cries echoing through the night.
As I said before, both the tiger and the golden eagle are more humane and reliable than his father.
"Of course, would my elder brother even consider ordinary livestock?"
Just then, Pei Yuanqing came over and said with a big smile, very solicitous.
He hasn't flattered anyone in a long time, so he's gotten a bit rusty and needs to practice.
"Your injury hasn't even healed yet, and you're already trying to steal my job? Can't you just shut up for a bit?"
"Hehe, are you feeling any sense of crisis?"
"Bullshit! I'll show you what I'm capable of in a moment, and show you what a real warrior is."
Yuwen Chenglong turned his head and saw that his drum band had not fallen behind, and he immediately felt relieved.
With a drum band present, his fighting power would at least double.
"Your Highness, there are torches ahead! It's the enemy!"
After walking for a while, Xi Daoyi pointed into the distance and said in a low voice, his hand already on the hilt of his sword.
In the distance, the scattered torches flickered in the night, like fireflies.
"Um."
Lu Xiao nodded, took the Wufang Tianji from the Desheng Hook, and held it in his hand. The blade gleamed coldly in the moonlight.
Fortunately, the golden eagles were leading the way with their calls, so they didn't need to light torches and could travel by moonlight, which provided excellent concealment.
Otherwise, they would be the first to be exposed, discovered by the enemy before even reaching their destination.
"Your Highness, shall we rinse or not?"
Yuwen Chenglong was extremely excited, gripping his silver spear tightly, his eyes filled with killing intent.
Those coming from the west are definitely not from the Sui Dynasty; just kill them.
"Deal with them as quickly as possible, don't linger, finish this quickly."
Lu Xiao held the Wutian Halberd upside down, spurred his horse on, and charged forward, heading straight for the enemy formation.
Pei Yuanqing followed closely behind, carrying a silver hammer.
But as soon as he ran out, he heard loud drumming and music behind him.
The sounds of suonas, gongs, drums, and horns were deafening, almost knocking him off his horse.
In the middle of the night, the sound of drums and music suddenly rang out, more frightening than the wailing of ghosts.
Hearing the drums and music, the Sui soldiers were greatly encouraged and charged forward with roars.
Like a tidal wave, it was unstoppable.
The foreigners were terrified by the sudden sound of drums and music, thinking they had encountered some kind of demon or monster.
Yuwen Chenglong entered the arena with his own background music, roaring as he twirled his gleaming silver spear in his hand.
The drum band followed behind, playing music as they rode horses, creating a magnificent spectacle that was even more intimidating than a thousand troops.
"Hahaha, the battle march is here! Brothers, charge!"