Uncle Detective Di Renjie, I build a crime-solving team

Chapter 894: Wrong person

The arrival of the Turkic Leopard Division was very quick. Less than a quarter of an hour after the messenger returned to the Khitan army camp, the Turkic Leopard Division came from behind.

The six Eagle Divisions responsible for guarding the five Dulu tribes discovered that the Leopard Division was coming to support them, and immediately prepared to leave the city excitedly to kill Li Wanshan without leaving a single survivor.

Li Wanshan was also ready to lure the leopard master into the trap and rode the most sexy red horse.

"Will my attire and red horse attract attention?"

Riding on horseback, he couldn't see his entire appearance, so he asked the general who was nearly two meters tall.

The general was very honest. He looked him up and down and shook his head vigorously several times.

"Not at all. Even with this set of armor on, you're not as conspicuous as the horse under you."

Li Wanshan frowned.

If he wasn't coquettish, how could he make those Turkic soldiers remember him and charge towards him?

In order to make his strategy of luring the enemy more effective, Li Wanshan immediately dismounted and rushed into the central army tent. With the help of his subordinates, he took off his armor and rummaged through the boxes to find the armor he brought with him.

Not long after, he dug out a box. When he opened it, he saw that it contained the most stunning piece of armor that his late husband Li Jinzhong had worn during his lifetime.

This set of armor is a chain armor with animal faces and heads, and shoulder guards in the shape of tiger heads. The entire armor is painted red, which is extremely bright.

“Hurry, hurry, hurry!”

"Put this armor on me immediately!"

"I will wear my late father's armor to lure these Turkic soldiers and let them know that I, Li Wanshan, am among the army!"

"In this case, we are not afraid that they will not attack our army with all their might!"

"My father couldn't be captured alive. They dream of capturing me, the Khitan Khan. If they couldn't capture my father, they must want to capture me!"

Li Wanshan was in high spirits. He put on a red armor with a beast-face and a head-swallowing pattern, drew out the sword his late father had used, and with the help of his subordinates, he climbed onto his horse and led the burly general of the Yuan Dynasty and more than 200 personal soldiers out of the camp.

At this moment, the Leopard Division of the Turks who came from the border to support the five tribes of Dulu had already arrived behind the Khitan army.

Li Bushang, who was in charge of guarding the rear camp, had less than 6,000 soldiers and was always looking forward to support.

He had just asked his subordinates to ask for help when he turned around and saw one of his subordinates running towards him hurriedly, saying that Li Wanshan had taken two hundred soldiers out of the rear camp to investigate the enemy camp.

"what?"

"You're still talking bullshit to me!"

"Why don't you mobilize the troops immediately and follow me to protect the Khan!"

"Sand dollar!"

Li Bushang hurried out and called for a thousand soldiers and horses, and then hurried out to look for Li Wanshan.

After leaving the camp, Li Bushang saw a red warhorse a hundred meters away. On the horse's back, a tall figure was standing there.

The fiery red cloak, fiery red armor, and fiery red warhorse made it impossible to see the figure's face, but this outfit was enough for him to recognize the other person's true identity.

"Your Majesty the Supreme Khan, you...are not dead?"

Li Bu Shang's eyes were filled with tears.

"Wuwuwuwuwu, big brother, you are not dead?"

"You don't even know what Wanshan is going to do. He actually took two hundred personal soldiers out of the camp to scout the enemy camp. Big brother, wuwu... huh?"

"wrong!"

Before Li Bushang had time to mourn his brother, he immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

His eldest brother had been dead for some time and was buried with Sun Wanrong.

The first shovel of soil was filled by his brother.

How could his elder brother not be dead!

"The damn yellow sand blocked my view of my brother!"

He burst into tears again, tears streaming down his face.

He was 58 years old at the time and would be 60 in two years.

He has lost many of his loved ones, and he should be satisfied to be able to see them through the yellow sand.

"Woo woo woo, big brother, you've shown your spirit, so we will definitely win this battle!"

Li Bushang would rather believe that he saw the apparition of his own brother than admit that there really was someone who would wear such a sexy red outfit and go get beaten up.

You should know that the most brutal battle in the last huge battle of Li Jinzhong's life was the Battle of Dongxie Shigu before the Battle of Chongzhou.

At that time, Li Jinzhong was riding a red warhorse and was almost blocked by Zhao Wenhui in the Dongxieshi Valley and unable to get out.

In order to protect Li Jinzhong, who was dressed in a flashy red, the Khitan general Bethune rushed from all sides and finally stayed behind to cover Li Jinzhong's retreat.

Even so, Li Jinzhong's red horse was shot with thirty or fifty arrows and was dead.

"Ok?"

Li Bushang gradually approached the figure in the yellow sand. The closer he got, the more he felt something was wrong.

That extremely sexy red figure didn't seem to be the spirit of his deceased elder brother...

But it was his great nephew Li Wanshan!

"Wanshan?"

He exclaimed, "What are you doing? You dare to wear this armor, kid? Aren't you afraid that the Turkic soldiers will chase you and chop you down?"

"Look at you now, you're such a show-off. If they don't kill you, who else will they kill?"

Li Wanshan turned his horse's head and looked at Li Bushang who hurried to his side, and smiled brightly.

"Uncle, tell me, when I put on this armor, do I look very similar to my father when he was alive?"

Li Bu Shang said bluntly, "Seeing you with your frivolous smile on your face, I'm already pissed off. I really want to give you a good beating."

"How does it compare to my father?"

"Your father isn't usually as dead as you are, but when he's dressed in red it looks like I want to beat him up."

"That's enough, uncle. Go back and have your soldiers prepare for battle."

Li Wanshan paused and said seriously, "I'll only give you two cups of tea to prepare, uncle. I want to do something that even my father didn't do. This is absolutely crucial."

"What are you going to do?" Li Bushang didn't quite understand.

"There will no longer be a country called Khitan in this world. From now on, we will be called the Tang Dynasty."

The smile on Li Wanshan's face became extremely exaggerated.

He still remembered that when Li Jinzhong was seriously ill, he asked him a question.

Is it better to be a king at ease or to be a minister to others?

Li Wanshan had not thought about the answer at that time, nor did he know what the specific answer was, so Li Jinzhong solved his confusion.

When you are sure that you are not as strong as others and will never be able to turn things around, it is best to serve them as your subordinate!

This is a reminder for Li Wanshan to be mentally prepared.

Li Jinzhong had made this mental preparation many years ago, but when he let go of his pride, Zhao Wenhui helped him regain it.

"You want to defect to the Tang Dynasty?"

"Yeah." Li Wanshan said, "You know, I don't like making decisions, but once I make a decision, I will never change it."

"You didn't discuss such a big thing with us. I guess you have already discussed it with Xiang Zhou." Li Bushang felt a little sad.

"Without the Tang Dynasty, the Khitan will be annihilated sooner or later. Rather than waiting for our people to starve to death, it is better to join the Tang Dynasty directly."