Zhao Yutai, who used to be Princess Consort Wu Su's sword attendant, gently pushed the wheelchair and arrived at the shore of Tidehark Lake with Xu Weixiong. This armored woman wanted to say something but hesitated.
Xu Weixiong said softly, "Aunt, I won't go to North Resisting City. You shouldn't go either."
Zhao Yutai asked in a trembling voice, "Why?"
Xu Weixiong folded his hands on his knees and looked at the famous Tidehark Lake. He said calmly, "We'll only distract him if we go. He'll have to arrange a retreat for us behind our backs and pretend to be happy in front of us every day. It's so tiring. "
Zhao Yutai's hands trembled.
Xu Weixiong tilted his head and rested it on the back of Zhao Yutai's hand. "Aunt, if that day really comes, help him take care of Wang Chudong and go to the Central Plains to find a paradise far away from the flames of war. Okay?"
Zhao Yutai nodded with difficulty.
— —
In Wutong Courtyard, the young female literary master who had won first place with "The First Snow" was racking her brains because she had just promised to write a masterpiece for someone that would not lose to "The First Snow". She would write about the smoke of the northwest, about the war at the border, about those brave deaths, and about those magnificent scenes.
She would clear his name and give voice to Beiliang so that their names would be immortalized for generations to come. She couldn't allow future historians to throw dirty water at her.
The slightly thin and haggard Lu Chengyan sat beside her. She was taking a break from her work to help the famous Master Wang grind ink.
Wang Chudong suddenly looked up and said with a bitter face, "Sister Lu, I haven't written for so long that I don't know where to start."
Lu Chengyan smiled gently. "Writing is a work of nature. Don't be anxious."
Wang Chudong made an "oh" sound and continued to ponder over her work.
Lu Chengyan slowly got up and rubbed Wang Chudong's head. "Take your time."
Wang Chudong suddenly smiled and waved her fists. "Don't worry, I'll definitely come up with ideas. When the time comes, no one can stop me!"
Lu Chengyan smiled. "When the time comes, I'll be the first to read it."
After Lu Chengyan walked out of the house, Wang Chudong, who had always given everyone the impression of innocence, suddenly burst into tears.
— —
A carriage passed by the battlefield of Crone Mountain, where the smell of blood still lingered. A young general with a pale face stood up with difficulty and lifted the curtain to look, unwilling to put it down for a long time.
That female Bodhisattva of Mount Laotuo was sitting in the carriage, in charge of preventing his injuries from worsening. She had to constantly impart a stream of peaceful Qi to him.
Xie Xibian looked at the abandoned Beimang corpses on the battlefield and said softly: "Twenty thousand monk soldiers … although most of them belong to the other powers of the Lantuo Mountains, but your three thousand direct disciples are also amongst them. More importantly, they are all your six-Jeweled Heavenly Jewel Master. I'm sure you can guess why I want to go to that corridor right?"
The female Bodhisattva, whose hair almost reached her waist, nodded indifferently.
Xie Xibian gave a bitter smile and said: "This is killing three birds with one stone, and I have no choice but to do it. Not only would they be able to intercept Northern Mang's reinforcements as much as possible, they would also be able to turn the originally useless monk soldiers into a surprise force in Flow Province. In the end, they would naturally be able to whittle away at Western Regions' reserves. Regardless of whether Northern Liang won or lost, there would only be benefits. If they won, the severely wounded Lantuo Mountain would most likely have no choice but to continue sending monk soldiers to Northern Liang for the sake of pursuing benefits. If Northern Liang's Xu Family lost, in the future, Northern Mang would lose at least twenty thousand monk soldiers if they wanted to seize the opportunity to invade the Central Plains. In the end, it is Beiliang who has the upper hand, and your Lantuo Mountains can only be led by the nose. "
She sneered and said, "You, the main culprit of Western Border's disaster, if you died in that corridor back then, if Liu Province's Border Army also suffered a great defeat, I would have removed your head without the slightest hesitation and brought it to Northern Mang to ask for rewards."
Xie Xibian smiled and said: "I'm sorry to disappoint you."
After saying this, Xie Xibian had no choice but to put down the curtain. He lay back down and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
She continued to close her eyes and rest, without sorrow or joy.
She silently recited a passage of scripture to release the souls of the dead.
— —
Inside and outside Huaiyang Pass, Southern Chu and Northern Dong, two of the world's most famous fatties were in a standoff.
Dong Zhuo rode his horse to the front lines and raised his head to look at the top of the walls outside Huaiyang Pass. More than twenty thousand Sinners who had lost their identities from the grasslands were besieging the city like ants.
Dong Zhuo, who had a personal army of one hundred and forty thousand soldiers, did not have the extravagant hope that these twenty thousand soldiers would be able to break through Huaiyang Pass. He did not even think about taking the outer walls.
Dong Zhuo was patiently waiting for winter to come, waiting for the arrival of a heavy snowfall.
Before that, using twenty thousand soldiers who had no choice but to throw away their lives to deplete the forces defending Huaiyang Pass was very cost-effective.
These twenty thousand soldiers were only obtained by Dong Zhuo and that old woman without spending a single tael of silver. Once he used the wealth of his father-in-law's Yelu family, he could borrow another twenty thousand strong men from the grassland's Great Picker.
In addition, Dong Zhuo had already sent a message to Hexi Prefecture's Jiefang Helian Wuwei: "If you can't take the towns of Fuling and Liuya before winter, I'll borrow soldiers to help you. Don't be polite. I, Dong Zhuo, will be unprecedentedly generous!"
When the veteran general Helian Wuwei, who was famed for his ability in warfare, heard this, he did not even bother to reply. He launched a large-scale assault on the city, day and night. His offensive was far more powerful than that of Huaiyang Pass.
Dong Zhuo habitually tapped his teeth together like the world's softest drum.
Chu Lushan stood on the walls of the inner city and similarly gazed at the assaulting army in the distance.
Chu Lushan was clad in iron armor and exuded an awe-inspiring aura.
The Beiliang Protector-General crossed his fingers and tapped them together expressionlessly.
— — —
Beimang's Crown Prince, Yelu Hongcai, did not ride a carriage. Instead, he wore golden armor and rode a horse in the middle of the army. Looking around, the grassland cavalry stretched out endlessly.
It was said that in history, the emperors of the central plains had to ride a giant chariot pulled by eight horses. However, the grassland did not follow this custom. However, this Crown Prince felt that after he became the ruler of the central plains, he could change this custom.
He did not think that the emperor, whom he feared from the bottom of his heart, would actually be willing to let him hold real power and not be a puppet. The Qie Xue Army around him that only listened to him was proof of this.
Although the appearance of Yelu Dongchuang and Chun Jemo and Tuoba Qiyun was a bit of an eyesore, it did not affect the overall situation. As long as he took every step carefully, those two would not be able to cause any trouble. One of them had a grandfather who was a senior official of three dynasties, while the other's father was the Beimang God of War. Their backing was indeed frightening, but could they compare to him?
Out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently saw the woman sitting high on the horse beside him. It was his wife, the Crown Princess in name.
If it was said that he was quite respectful to her in the beginning, and treated her honestly, and there were many times when she was his backbone, an existence that he needed to look up to. But after that person quietly appeared, the relationship between husband and wife became more and more distant, almost going from treating each other as a guest to treating each other as cold as ice.
Thinking about the lover that was destined to never be revealed to the public, the Beimang Crown Prince felt a little regret and guilt.
However, compared to the country and the central plains that had never had a ruler of the grassland, the choice was obvious.
Who asked that Beiliang young man surnamed Xu and his so-called 300,000 cavalry to be so useless and about to become his prisoners?
The Beimang Crown Prince was filled with pride for the first time. He wanted to roar out loud.
I have 400,000 cavalry under me!
How can a lone North Denying City stop me?
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