"Teacher … Teacher … Your disciple is unfilial …"
The Third Prince cried his heart out. His already weak body could not take it any longer. His pathetic appearance did not seem noble at all.
He was not just crying for Wu Liba. He was crying for the fate he was about to face and the predicament he was in.
Wu Liba had led thousands of elites to cover the retreat of him and the First Prince.
Although they had successfully escaped, they did not have many weapons on them. They did not even have food or clean water.
They had no supplies and were starving. They could only eat grass and tree bark.
A few months ago, there were 180,000 elites in the Northern Borderline camp. Including the 30,000 elites brought by the First Prince, there were 210,000!
210,000 Northern Borderline warriors. Now there were less than 20,000 left. They were all defeated soldiers.
The nightmare did not end there. The news of Wu Liba's death gave them another heavy blow.
The Third Prince cried. The First Prince was distraught. He wanted nothing more than to hack his younger brother to death so that he could have some peace.
"What's the use of crying now? The most important thing now is to contact all the major tribes in the Northern Borderline to unite against Liu Buwei. Only then will we be able to face the General. "
The First Prince was agitated. They had not completely shaken off their pursuers. They could go see Wu Liba at any time.
"Teacher treats me like his own son. Am I not allowed to cry for him?"
The Third Prince calmed himself down. But his eyes were still red.
But the First Prince was right. Staying alive was the most important thing now. There was hope as long as there was life.
He thought of the main culprit and gritted his teeth. "It's all Ninth Prince's fault. If not for him, Teacher would not have died so young …"
If not for the Ninth Prince, the useless teammate, ruining a good hand, the Northern Borderline would not have suffered such a huge loss.
The First Prince said, "Him? Haha, maybe he's already in the belly of the fish. "
Many living people with intact limbs had been killed by the flood. Ninth Prince had gotten wind on horseback. How could he still be alive?
The Third Prince felt better after hearing the First Prince's words.
Little did they know that the person they were talking about had not only not died, but had luckily survived.
Unfortunately, good luck had its limits. The Ninth Prince was captured by the soldiers who were looking for the living.
Everyone saw that he was dressed extravagantly and kept an eye on him.
On one hand, he brought him back to the main camp, on the other hand, he investigated his identity. Unexpectedly, he was the former acting king of the Northern Borderline.
Although he was the acting king, he was still the "king." The soldier quickly reported the matter to Jiang Pengji.
Jiang Pengji didn't want to see him at first, but she wanted to see what he looked like out of curiosity after learning that he could survive a stroke.
The Ninth Prince was carried into the main tent. Because he had stopped taking the medicine, the signs of the Ninth Prince's "stroke" were slightly relieved.
Previously, he could only move his eyes, but now he could move his neck.
The Ninth Prince had been mentally prepared to beg for mercy, but he never expected to see the white moonlight in his heart in the main tent!
Sun Wen: "…"
The Ninth Prince stared straight at Sun Wen, his eyes filled with the pain and accusation of being betrayed.
His gaze was too intense, and no one could ignore it even if they wanted to.
"You know him?" Jiang Pengji asked Sun Wen with a smile. "He seems to be an old acquaintance of yours from the North borderline."
Sun Wen said with a smile, "This person is the ninth son of the King of the Northern Borderline. He's really stupid. It's a good idea to use him to kill someone else."
When the Ninth Prince heard Sun Wen's words, his heart ached uncontrollably. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he wanted to cut Sun Wen into pieces.
It was a waste of his trust in Sun Wen, and he was even worried about his disappearance. Unexpectedly …
Sun Wen was actually a spy sent by the traitor Liu!
Thinking of how he had been fooled by Sun Wen, how he had caused his nine brothers to kill each other, and how he had caused the Northern Borderline tribe to fall apart … The Ninth Prince's expression turned ugly. He looked at Sun Wen with eyes full of thousands of knives — unfortunately, these knives could not kill.
"If that's the case, this person is a 'meritorious minister.'"
Wasn't the Ninth Prince a meritorious minister who had helped Jiang Pengji deal with the Northern Borderline?
Sun Wen teased, "Considering that this person has made a great contribution, my lord, don't let him off easily."
Jiang Pengji said, "Rewards and punishments are clear and impartial … Since he has made a 'meritorious' contribution, naturally, we can't neglect him."
Listening to the conversation between the two, the Ninth Prince's eyes were filled with fear. He tried to open his mouth to beg for mercy, but in the end, his mouth was full of saliva.
Jiang Pengji said, "Drag him away. Let him accompany Wu Liba."
No matter how much the Ninth Prince struggled, he died in the end. His corpse was hung beside Wu Liba, drifting with the wind.
While Jiang Pengji was clearing the spoils of war and advancing the battlefront to the center of the Northern Borderline, the situation in the world underwent many changes.
Among them, the most shocking news happened in Zhongzhao.
Tens of thousands of refugees broke through the defense line of the palace and rushed into the palace, burning, killing, and looting. Almost no one in the royal family survived.
Men were smashed into meat paste by the agitated refugees, women were humiliated to death, and all the women in the palace became captives of the refugees.
At the same time, the forces led by the Nie family recruited soldiers and bought horses in the name of "purging the rebels," establishing an independent state.
Seeing that Zhongzhao had become like this, Beiyuan and Xichang also wanted a share of the spoils.
Unfortunately, the two countries had been in conflict in recent years. Many vassal lords were plotting their own schemes and could not spare any time to help.
Apart from that, Dongqing and Nansheng did not rest for a moment.
Jiang Pengji, Huang Song, and Xu Bei formed an alliance. Although it was only to support each other, they also gained many benefits from it.
The person in charge of forming an alliance with Xu Bei was Yang Si.
Yang Si was now in charge of Hu County. He represented his lord in forming an alliance with Xu Bei.
With Jiang Pengji's tacit consent, Yang Si went to Xu Bei as a representative to provide some military support.
Originally, the brothers Xu Bei and Xu Fei were evenly matched, but with Jiang Pengji's intervention, the balance tilted in Xu Bei's favor.
Xu Fei suffered repeated defeats and lost half of Zhe County. He was forced to retreat to Hu County and his power was greatly reduced.
Compared to Xu Bei's relaxed state, Huang Song was not so lucky.
His opponent was the Meng family that controlled the entire Cangzhou!
The pressure was immense.
Huang Song knew the difference between him and the Meng family. It was impossible to fight them head-on. The losses of attacking far outweighed the losses of defending.
He only needed to delay the Meng family's pace. He did not need to fight them to the death.
With this thought in mind, Huang Song and his strategists chose the safest plan — — defense!
Defend to the death and not fight!
Huang Song forged himself into an iron tortoise. He was armed from head to toe, even to his teeth. No matter how the Meng family clamored, he would not care.
At first, the Meng family was patient. However, as time passed, good news about Jiang Pengji in the northern borderline came out one after another. The Meng family could not sit still any longer. They launched several strong attacks, but Huang Song's side could always predict the future. After a few confrontations, the Meng family did not gain much of an advantage.
Both sides entered a state of struggle. No one was willing to take a step back.
The war in Dongqing was at a stalemate. Yang Tao was doing very well in Nansheng.
He invaded Nansheng's territory in the name of punitive expedition against the fake emperor. In just half a year, he had already gained a firm foothold.
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