Under the iron hooves of the Xu family, how could the Eight Kingdoms remain unscathed?
Those who had not experienced the smoke and fire of war might not necessarily take this old saying seriously.
Beiliang's 300,000 Iron Cavalry were elite and powerful. They could hear their voices before they even saw their faces. The sound of their horses thundering on the official road was so orderly that it made people's hearts tremble. Soon after, they could see a flag with the word "Xu" gradually rising from the ground at the end of the road. It was a simple word "Xu" written with strong strokes and silver hooks. It was rumored that it was written by a woman. When Princess Jing An finally saw the two black-armored cavalry at the front, Pei Nanwei was so nervous that her breathing subconsciously slowed down. In Xiangfan City, King of Jing An, Zhao Heng, had a group of elite cavalry guards. In the central region of the Empire, it could be said that they could sweep through any army. When Pei Nanwei saw the thousands of cavalry charge at Guangling River, she had thought that the bravery of the world's cavalry had reached the peak.
At this time, Pei Nanwei knew that there was always a higher mountain. The Phoenix Battalion, armed with sabers and crossbows, belonged to Beiliang's light cavalry. The cavalry in front of her was the Beiliang Army's true Iron Cavalry. Their equipment was the best in the Empire. The cavalry's fighting ability was second to none. As the warhorses stamped their hooves, the rider on the back of the horse rose and fell. The angle of the long spear in his hand did not change in the slightest. They were fifty paces away from His Royal Highness Cavalry. Almost at the same time, the horses stopped and the riders fell silent. There was no noise at all. The two riders shuttled forward. One of the generals was extremely handsome. He rode a white horse and held a silver spear. The other general reminded Pei Nanwei of Guangling's father and son, Zhao Yi and Zhao Yi. His movement of dismounting was not beautiful at all. It could be said that he rolled off the horse and rushed ahead of the general on the white horse. He staggered and ran with a crying voice. One on the left and one on the right. The dust created by his feet did not seem to be inferior to that of a warhorse.
Pei Nanwei and the Murong siblings instantly turned pale. There were few women in the world who did not hate and fear the fat man in front of them. It was said that their faces would change at the mention of him. Even Pei Nanwei was not an exception. If she was in Xiangfan City's Jing 'an Palace, she would naturally be calm. However, in Beiliang, the lonely Pei Nanwei really did not have such confidence and toughness. However, the fat man who should have gone to hell to be cut into pieces and thrown into a frying pan made Pei Nanwei deeply understand what shameless flattery was. When he was still five or six steps away from His Royal Highness, his whole body suddenly fell to the ground and hugged Hsu Fengnian's thigh. His face was covered in tears and snot. "Your Highness is finally back. Lu Qiu' er deserves to die for not being able to accompany Your Highness by the Guangling River. If something happens to Your Highness, how can Lu Qiu 'er live? After Lu Qiu 'er heard this, he immediately went to the General and begged for a tiger tally. He wished he could personally lead 20,000 cavalry from Liangzhou to Guangling and cut off the balls of that father and son and fry them with oil. At that time, there will be countless concubines in the Guangling Palace. Your Highness will first pick the good ones to warm your bed and leave the bad ones to Lu Qiu 'er. "
Pei Nanwei was still fine. She could still pretend to be calm. Murong Wuzhu was so scared that her face was pale. She trembled and hid behind Murong Tonghuang. She stuck out her head, afraid that the fiendish man would sit on the ground and cry and the next moment, he would stand up and pounce on her with a ferocious smile. She was different from Princess Jing 'an. Princess Pei was the Princess Consort of a King with real power in the dynasty. Although she was also afraid of Chu Lushan's bad reputation, she paid more attention to the real combat strength of the Beiliang cavalry and the story behind Chu Lushan. Murong Wuzhu didn't think too much about Chu Lushan's official position and his military exploits in the Spring and Autumn Period. Right now, she wished that all the fatties in the world were lighter. Hsu Fengnian rubbed Chu Lushan's cheek and said helplessly, "Alright, alright, we're all on the same side. Who are you pretending to be a grandson for? I'm warning you, this Shizi doesn't have a good impression of men who weigh more than 300 catties. Why don't you try to be lovey-dovey again?"
Chu Lushan, who was often forgotten as the General of Qianwu Ox, struggled to get up with hidden bitterness. His Royal Highness had a smile on his face and helped him up. Fatty Chu was still muttering to himself. Hsu Fengnian turned his head and saw the unexpected white bear Yuan Zuozong. He said softly, "Thank you for your hard work, Second Brother Yuan."
Yuan Zuozong, who liked to use the enemy's head as a wine bowl, squinted his eyes and shook his head, "This is my duty. Your Highness doesn't need to worry."
After a pause, he seemed to feel that his words were a bit stiff. Yuan Zuozong, who was always serious, smiled and joked, "Your Highness called me Second Brother Yuan. Yuan Zuozong walked a few hundred li comfortably."
Hsu Fengnian let Shu Xiu give up the horse so that he could ride side by side with Chu Lushan on the official road. Aunt Shu, whose fate was much better than Lü Qiantang, had to act as a coachman. Since she left Guangling, she had not had a good night's sleep. Only now did she feel at ease. In Beiliang, even a dragon had to lower its head. For Beiliang, there was no such thing as a dragon crossing the river. Here, there was only a worm crossing the river. On the way back, she received a secret message from His Royal Highness. The woman Zhao Xun kept as a mistress in Xiangfan City had died suddenly. Did this mean that she could replace her? His Royal Highness did not say anything, so she did not dare to guess.
Two dusty carriages followed closely behind. One of them was driven by Blue Bird, the head maid of Wutong Garden. She looked at the back of His Royal Highness, bit her lips and slowly lowered her eyes. On the official road, His Royal Highness was in the middle. The two adopted sons of the King of Beiliang were on his left and right. They were all third-grade generals with the most solid military achievements in the Spring and Autumn Period. Although Yuan Zuozong was not as famous as Chen Zhibao in Liyang and Beimang dynasties, he was still better than Beimang's young generals like Ning Emei and Dian Xiong. Moreover, Yuan Zuozong was recognized as a first-class general in the Empire. Based on this point alone, there were many "Yuan Baixiong" in the Beiliang Army.
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