The Prince of Beimang, Yelu Hongcai, had cut through the formation of the army and went straight to the heart of the army of 400,000 Beimang. Yelu Hongcai, the Crown Prince of Beimang, had stopped his horse under the banner and didn't retreat half a step. The future King of the Prairie didn't show any fear. Instead, his eyes were burning. It was like watching a fierce beast fall into a carefully arranged trap during the annual Autumn Hunt. The more it struggled, the more it would make the knights who participated in the hunt feel the pleasure of conquering.
The Crown Prince, who had been mediocre for many years, had always been regarded as a puppet by the nobles of the Prairie. They thought that he was just an ordinary person without any talent or strategy. Many of the royal family members who were angry at his incompetence even thought that he had tarnished the noble surname of Yelu. However, it was undeniable that the young man who had inherited 70% of the former Emperor's looks and wore the dazzling armor that the former Emperor always wore when he was alive. He was indeed like a God of War in golden armor on the battlefield.
Yelu Hongcai held an exquisite dagger inlaid with several priceless gems in his right hand and gently tapped the scabbard on his left palm. He looked up and tried to suppress the excitement in his heart. His angular face was slightly stiff. This noble of the Prairie who had endured humiliation for many years kept breathing softly. He was afraid that if he revealed any clues, the Great Grandmaster of Martial Arts Commentary who rose like a comet in the world would "stop at the edge of the cliff" and cause his efforts to be in vain.
Yelu Hongcai subconsciously narrowed his eyes. His mood was complicated. If the Prince of Northern Liang could be prefixed with the word "young", then just like the Emperor of the Zhao family in Li Yang, a young vassal king and a young Emperor, they were both fully deserving of the title "young". This was because there was a gap of several years between them. However, Yelu Hongcai was different. He had long passed the age that the scholars of the Central Plains called "getting married". He was thirty-five years old! According to the survivors of the Southern Dynasties, there was a saying in the Central Plains that people who lived in the seventies were rare. He knew that his martial arts talent was mediocre. Not to mention the few top grandmasters like Tuoba Bodhisattva, Hong Jingyan, and Sword Qianjin, even Zhong Tan, Li Fengshou, and Tuoba Chunsun of the same age were far inferior. Therefore, he had no chance to become a Level Two Master and naturally couldn't enjoy the life extension after refining his body.
In this way, half of his life was gone. Except for marrying the woman with a prominent background under the Emperor's order and becoming a couple with the woman who was extremely boring on and off the bed, he remembered that at that time, most of the young nobles in the Norland were waiting to see him, the Crown Prince, become a joke. They were waiting for the woman who slept with him to openly keep a gigolo. However, the Crown Prince's wife, who won the title of "Two Words Poem" in the Chess and Sword Music School, was quite well-behaved. She lived in seclusion and rarely went out. She didn't follow the example of those bold and unrestrained noble women who had an ambiguous relationship with eagle-like prairie men. She also didn't go to the Western Capital of the Southern Dynasties to hook up with some nobles. Other than that, it seemed that Yelu Hongcai didn't have any other outstanding achievements.
As the Crown Prince of a country, the future leader of millions of cavalry in the grassland, how sad and pitiful it was to live like this!
Yelu Hongcai couldn't help but look ferocious. His five fingers clenched the scabbard, and blue veins bulged.
Finally, the young King of Liyang didn't disappoint the Crown Prince. He killed a bloody path and stood still with a cold knife in his hand. Although he was surrounded by hundreds of thousands of soldiers, the young King still looked calm and handsome. This was probably the so-called "handsome and elegant".
Yelu Hongcai found that the jealousy in his heart was so strong. It was like the withered grass in the vast grassland at the end of autumn. If you threw a match casually, the grass would burn fiercely and endlessly. Even if he knew that the young man standing a mile away was a person who was going to die, he couldn't suppress this feeling. For no reason, the Crown Prince of Beimang wanted to drink the famous Beiliang Green Ant Wine. He really wanted to drink it in front of the proud son of Liyang Heaven.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Yelu Hongcai, who was wearing a bright armor, squeezed the horse's belly. The intelligent Ferghana horse gently stepped forward a few steps. The man and the horse left the shadow of the big banner. The Crown Prince of Beimang laughed and said, "What a great King of Beiliang! If you and I didn't meet on the battlefield, I would have held your arm and talked with you. That's why I, Yelu Hongcai, would take out the best horse milk wine in the grassland and drink with you Hsu Fengnian until we are drunk! "
Behind the Northern Mang Crown Prince were tens of thousands of heavily armored Qie Xue soldiers. When the two thousand elite guards and cavalry closest to Yelu Hongcai heard these words clearly, most of them revealed strange expressions. They clearly didn't expect this Crown Prince, whose reputation wasn't good, to be so imposing and majestic. As a result, their gazes towards the back of that golden-armored figure retracted a bit of their disdain and contempt. After all, compared to the Royal Army of the Liyang Dynasty that was hailed as the 'Son of Heaven's Heavy Armor' by successive generations of Zhao monarchs, the grassland's Qie Xue Army had an even more transcendent status. They all came from the 'A' and 'B' families. Of course, this also had to do with the fact that there were relatively few Chinese in the Southern Dynasty while there were many large families in the Norland. In the Western Capital where the remnants of the Southern Dynasty gathered, as long as one was a descendant of the A 'and' B 'families, let alone a direct descendant, even a slightly talented and knowledgeable member of a side branch would often be able to secure a place. There was no lack of people who came from the C's and D's families to serve as important officials in the Western Capital. The reason why the old minister Yelu Hongcai, whose name sounded similar to the Northern Mang Crown Prince's, was still able to stand tall even after the Empress seized the throne and ascended to the throne, was because this rotten old man who would be either dozing off or mentally wandering ten thousand li each time he held a meeting grasped the hearts of almost half of the Qie Xue Army.
Murong Baoding, who was known as the number one relative of the Empress, was supposed to be in charge of the Aquarius Prefecture, which was an important source of food and war horses. However, in the end, he could only go to the Orange Prefecture, which was ranked the lowest among the 13 Prefectures. Undoubtedly, it was Yelu Hongcai and a large group of "Qie Xue" who secretly exerted force. Dong Zhuo was able to quickly stand out in the Southern Dynasty and eventually hold the military and political power at the same time. Of course, the contribution of saving the country in the early years was indispensable. However, marrying the woman surnamed Yelu was more important. His Majesty especially valued Dong Zhuo and constantly promoted him in hopes of alleviating the fierce conflict between the Murong and Yelu surnames to a certain extent.
It should be known that in the past 400 years, there were many outstanding people in the grassland. It had always been "the one who got the Qie Xue Army got the grassland".
The biggest contribution of the King of the old Northern Courtyard, Xu Huainan, was to assist the Empress to break this iron law in the turmoil of internal and external troubles. He helped the Empress, who was not a legitimate woman, not only to successfully sit on the dragon throne, but also to unexpectedly sit on the dragon throne!
In the face of the bold words of the Crown Prince of Beimang, the young King of Beiliang, who was standing on the edge of the open space, was indifferent. He did not say any words of appreciation, nor did he take advantage of the situation to rush forward. He was always one mile away from Yelu Hongcai.
Obviously, he had already broken through two thousand Beimang armor, but when no one stopped him, he chose to not move. This made the Beimang infantry behind the young King and the Qie Xue Army behind the Crown Prince of Beimang puzzled. Could it be that he had finally reached the point where he was an arrow at the end of its flight?
Yelu Hongcai did not continue to urge his horse forward. He just raised the dagger that was passed down from the founding Emperor of Beimang and pointed it at his own neck. He laughed loudly and asked, "Hsu Fengnian! Do you have the ability to take my head away?! "
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