Wu Liba was the sage of the northern borderline, their backbone.
Once their backbone collapsed, what fighting spirit would the Northern Borderline have?
The First Prince was straightforward. He said to the Third Prince, "The flood has receded a lot. If we don't escape now, we won't have another chance in the future."
As the Prince of the Northern Borderline, once he became a captive, he would most likely follow in the footsteps of the Second Prince and be killed as a sacrifice.
After months of confrontation, Jiang Pengji had demonstrated her ruthlessness and decisiveness in all aspects.
Not to mention the Prince of the Northern Borderline, even if the King of the Northern Borderline was captured, he would probably die.
She was clearly a woman, but the ruthlessness in her bones was stronger than many of the barbaric men of the Northern Borderline.
"What nonsense are you spouting? As long as the Acting King lives on and reorganizes his troops, the Northern Borderline still has a chance. If the entire army were to perish here, wouldn't we become the sinners of the northern borderline? "Wu Liba was already very tired, but in this desperate situation, he felt that his entire body was filled with strength.
Even if he had to die, he wanted to bite off a piece of meat from Thief Liu's body and not let her have her way so easily.
When the Eldest Prince saw that the Third Prince was still hesitating, he hardened his heart and ordered his men to tie him up and take him away.
Before he left, he glanced at Wu Liba with a complicated expression.
He had tried his best to rope Wu Liba in, but he did not expect Wu Liba to be stubborn and unmoved.
"Goodbye —"
He squeezed out two words, but they knew in their hearts that Wu Liba was doomed.
"I will watch over you from the underworld …" Wu Liba gritted his teeth and said, "Don't let the Northern Borderline fall into the hands of the enemy!"
He wanted the cavalry of the Northern Borderline to trample on the land of the Central Plains. This was his lifelong wish. He had never thought that the Central Plains would swallow up the Northern Borderline.
Having said that in a hurry, Wu Liba ordered many of the young generals with potential to flee as well.
In the end, only three thousand people were left to guard the rear.
Wu Liba had imagined countless endings for himself, but he had never thought that he would be forced into a corner by the cowards of the Central Plains.
It was only when dawn broke that rays of light pierced through the clouds and illuminated the earth.
By Wu Liba's side, there were only a dozen people left. Together with him and the remaining survivors, they were escorted to Jiang Pengji.
Jiang Pengji and Wu Liba had only met thrice.
For the first time, Wu Liba was at the peak of his life. He was insufferably arrogant, while Jiang Pengji was a commoner.
For the second time, Jiang Pengji was commanding an area and threatening the powerful feudal lords of the northern borderline. Wu Liba, on the other hand, was the envoy who swallowed his pride and asked for peace.
This was the third time —
Jiang Pengji was still a vassal, but the latter was a prisoner.
"Kneel —"
The soldier lifted his leg and kicked his thigh, forcing Wu Liba to kneel.
The Han people of the Central Plains only kowtowed to heaven, earth, and their parents. Even the emperor could not make them bend their knees, they only needed to bow.
However, there was no need to pay attention to this when dealing with captives, especially those from the Northern Borderline.
The captives didn't even have their own lives, yet they still wanted to stand upright?
Dream on!
Wu Liba cut a sorry figure. His entire face was covered in chunks of flesh and blood. However, his eyes were still filled with terrifying hatred and murderous intent.
Jiang Pengji sized him up and easily determined his identity.
At the same time, the livestream viewers were also sizing up Wu Liba, trying to guess his identity.
For a person who had only appeared three times in the live broadcast room, most of the audience did not know him.
Tang Sect Shengling Cai 'er: "Who is this guy? He was escorted here to the streamer. He should be an important person in the Northern Borderline? "
Xiaoshou Wushuang: "He looks a little familiar, but his face is covered in minced flesh and blood. I really want to clean him up with a broom."
Fuqi Duoduo: "Streamer, are you planning to offer him amnesty?
Offer him amnesty?
Impossible. "
Jiang Pengji did not have that intention, and Wu Liba would not accept such humiliation.
"Zaidao, why did you send this person to me?"
Jiang Pengji glanced at Wu Liba below, her eyes calm and unwavering.
She did not pretend to offer amnesty as Wu Liba had expected, nor did she kick him when he was down. Instead, she chose to ignore him.
Sun Wen smiled and said, "This person has an extraordinary status in the Northern Borderline. His life and death are in his hands. You should consult the lord."
That's not right —
Wu Liba's thoughts returned to him. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He stared at the man in the scholar's robe, who was sitting below the main tent.
Zaidao?
The word 'cousin' made his heart palpitate.
Wu Liba had carefully studied how the Ninth Prince performed so well in private.
The more he studied, the more he felt that there was something wrong with Sun Wen. Unfortunately, he had disappeared and there was no way to settle the score.
That person's cousin was also called Zaidao. He was also of the same age …
Wu Liba's face twitched. He understood in his heart. His eyes were filled with horror.
"So it's you …" Wu Liba gritted his teeth. "I was really blind … I didn't realize that you were the one causing trouble in the dark …"
If there was no internal strife in the Northern Borderline and the tribes were not divided, the Northern Borderline would not have only sent out a pitiful 180,000 troops.
Sun Wen replied calmly, "You flatter me."
Wu Liba could no longer remain calm after receiving Sun Wen's affirmation. He pounced in his direction and opened his mouth to bite.
Sun Wen glanced at him. He did not even change his face. His posture was arrogant and disdainful.
Jiang Pengji said, "There's no need to ask for instructions on such matters, right? Since we can't offer amnesty anyway, it'll be a waste of time if we meet. "
If Wu Liba could surrender, Jiang Pengji's body would have to be of pure Northern Borderline blood.
Sun Wen nodded apologetically and said calmly, "Even so, I have my duties as an official. I would never dare to overstep my authority."
Trying to figure out his superior's intentions did not mean making decisions on his own. It was even more impossible for Sun Wen to override his lord and make decisions on his own.
Wu Liba calmed down a little. He spat in Jiang Pengji's direction. The audience could see the trajectory and appearance of the spit. Wu Liba said, "Demoness, even if you can win for a while, can you defend it forever?"
Jiang Pengji said, "I don't know if I can defend it forever, but you can't defend the Northern Borderline. This is set in stone."
Wu Liba spat out a mouthful of blood again. His old face was full of malevolence.
"I curse you. Even if you establish a nation, it will eventually fall into the hands of outsiders. Your descendants will die a horrible death!"
Even if it was a curse and insult, Wu Liba was playing a trick.
Jiang Pengji was a woman. Since ancient times, no woman had ascended to the throne and become an emperor, let alone build an empire with her own hands.
For such a person, the foundation that she had painstakingly built must be left to her descendants. It was not the place for outsiders to get involved.
However, she was a woman. She would eventually marry and become a wife. If her husband was a little ambitious, hehe …
It was not impossible for the royal family to change their surname.
Wei Ci's expression changed. He clenched his fists tightly in his sleeves.
In his previous life, Wei Ci did not restrain his edge from the beginning. He and the Emperor secretly formed a bond, and the relationship between them became closer.
At that time, the Jiang Dynasty had just been established and was in need of manpower. As an all-rounded expert, Wei Ci was put in an important position.
He steadily walked towards the center of power. When he was in the limelight, the heavens gave a warning and a meteorite fell.
"The Emperor will not pass on for one generation. Huangfu will take over."
Who was Huangfu?
Seeing this surname, one would think of the famous Prime Minister of the previous dynasty.
How did that Prime Minister die?
Everyone had an idea in their hearts.
He had been dead for hundreds of years. Naturally, it was impossible for him to come back to life. It must have been his reincarnation.
After carefully checking the birth dates of all the civil and military officials, Wei Ci was found.
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