Who says sleep is not spiritual practice?

Chapter 53
down the hill.

Eight hundred green bamboo battalions stand on horseback, half red armor and half black armor, with a clear flag.

Jiang Qingzhu rode in the lead, and replaced a fine red-maned horse under his crotch.

As for the sweaty horse from earlier...

After being stabbed in thirteen non-fatal wounds by her, she is now surrounded by a group of mourning veterinarians in the barracks.

"Miss, are we really going to suppress bandits?"

On one side, seeing the carriage approaching, Meng Qian couldn't help persuading:

"The gangs of bandits within a radius of two hundred miles are all hiding on the mountains, and the Qingzhu camp is full of cavalry, so it is most taboo to fight in the mountains. If you insist on suppressing the bandits, there must be a lot of casualties!"

"Next, we have to prepare for the winter hunting competition. If there are too many casualties, it may not be conducive to the young lady's fight for the throne!"

Jiang Qingzhu's righteous words:
"Thieves are rampant, how can I let them go because of my own selfishness?"

"Since cavalry are not suitable for combat, then dismount and become infantry. I don't believe that a mere group of bandits can stop the regular army's crusade!"

"..."

Meng Qian understood Jiang Qingzhu's stubborn character, so she stopped persuading her.

She just sighed secretly in her heart.

Miss, you have been leading troops to fight on the frontline these past few years, but you have ignored the rise of bandits in Bingzhou!
They are well-disciplined, well-trained, and even equipped with a few heavy crossbows. They are not small bandits and hooligans who dare to block the mountain road with a machete and shout "I opened this mountain, and I planted this tree" !
However, even if Jiang Qingzhu insisted on suppressing the bandits, Meng Qian had nothing to worry about.

after all……

According to what she knew about those gangs of bandits, after attacking the Qiang army, nine out of ten had already gone to other mountains overnight to avoid the limelight.

Therefore, even if that idiot really pried something out of the mouth of the brothel woman Ah Qi, there would be nothing to gain from suppressing the bandits this time.

Meng Qian looked at the carriage and recognized that it was King Jubei himself.

"Ah."

She couldn't help mocking in a low voice:

"The fourth son is really well-prepared. In order to save his life, he even borrowed the prince's car."

"If you cherish your life so much, why don't you stay in the Ziyan courtyard and sleep?"

at the same time.

Jiang Qingzhu's face was solemn.

She pays more attention to this fourth brother who has been neglected since childhood:
"I was able to get the famous sword Shuoyue from my father, borrow a car to drive, and in a short period of time, I found Ah Qi, a prostitute who was involved with Dong Fei, and pried out the origin of the bandit from her mouth."

"Sister Aqian, if you treat him as an idiot again, you will definitely suffer in the winter hunting competition in the future."

"..."

Meng Qian snorted coldly, but did not argue.

click, click, click...

The carriage did not stop when it passed by Jiang Qingzhu's side, but a voice came from inside the carriage:
"Third sister, please wait a moment, let me go up the mountain first."

This disrespectful attitude made Meng Qian grit her teeth in anger.

And Jiang Qingzhu's expression remained unchanged, but he just replied a word:

"it is good."

……

on the hills.

The full establishment is 1000 Qiang cavalry, and now there are only more than 800 people left.

A quarter of them were wounded.

Under the command of the leading lieutenant Duoji, [-] cavalry rode their horses to form a circle, and let the wounded lie in the inner circle to receive treatment from their companions.

A wolf totem battle flag stood still, and the blood of [-] sharp spears was not dried up.

From the moment they arrived at the hill, this group of Qiang people stayed up all night, waiting for an explanation from the palace.

But after waiting for several hours, not only did they not get the truth about the attack, even the nominal master of this army did not come to greet him!
Just waiting for the Qingzhuying to beg for corpses again and again!

So when Jiang Qingyu opened a corner of the curtain, what he saw were hundreds of faces suppressing anger and resentment.

"My name is Jiang Qingyu."

"Sorry for letting you know me in this situation."

"I admit that I am indeed late."

His tone was sincere.

However, no one will buy it.

"Fourth son, I saw your portrait in Youzhou."

"Excuse me, are you here to help the group of people down the mountain ask for the corpse?"

"If yes, then you can go back."

Among the Qiang troops, one rode out on horseback.

It was a burly man with a square face in his thirties, with a black horse and black armor, and the resentment on his face was still there.

There are more than a dozen flying halberds on both sides of his horse, and he holds a Zhangba snake spear.

The spearhead pierced a corpse dressed as a bandit and lifted it in the air.

Jiang Qingyu glanced at it.

There is no need to guess that the identity of the corpse is Dong Fei, the deputy general of the Green Bamboo Camp.

"Are you General Dorji?"

He looked at the burly man:
"The peak of the innate first-rank life star realm, in the early morning battle, one person blocked three masters of the same level, and killed one, and retreated the other."

The burly man raised his head slightly, but there was no trace of arrogance on his face:
"Don't praise me."

"My soldiers were attacked in Bingzhou. Half of them were killed or injured. We need an explanation!"

"Otherwise, we will not accompany you to participate in the Winter Hunting Competition!"

Jiang Qingyu nodded:
"As it should be."

"My son asks you, how many fighters are still under your command?"

He didn't even come up with a word of condolences, but instead asked how much combat power was left...

Such an inhumane approach made more than 800 Qiang cavalrymen all furious, and all of them glared at Jiang Qingyu.

"Bah! What a waste boy!"

"We drove hundreds of miles to help him participate in the winter hunting. Hundreds of people were attacked and injured on the way. He didn't say a word of comfort, nor did he send a herb. The first sentence he spoke was actually concerned about the remaining combat power of the troops. ?”

"You are so cold-blooded towards your own soldiers, and you want me to work for him?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"Bah, I just helped him grab the throne!"

……

When his subordinates were talking about it, Dorji was also unhappy:

"Fourth son, as long as a man of the Qiang nationality does not die, he can mount a horse and fight to kill the enemy!"

Jiang Qingyu took out the famous sword Shuoyue, and asked again:
"Ignoring the wounded, how many people retain their full strength?"

As soon as this remark came out, the Qiang people were even more angry.

"Hey, why does this idiot always think about the strength of the troops?"

"Being so cold-blooded, he doesn't think we will help him fight?"

"Idiot talking about a dream!"

A few even spat on the ground cursing.

Dorje glanced at Shuoyue Sword and recognized its origin.

Due to the majesty of King Bei, he reluctantly said:

"Including me, a total of 670 people!"

Jiang Qingyu glanced at the crowd, silently counted the number of people in her heart, and roughly calculated the casualties.

Then, he issued his first order to this nominally his own army:
"78 people were drawn out to take care of the wounded."

"The remaining six hundred riders, follow me."

As soon as this remark came out, Duoji's annoyed expression froze slightly:
"Where?"

he asked subconsciously.

Jiang Qingyu stretched out a hand, pointing to the wolf totem flag held high by a cavalryman, with a serious and heroic tone:
"Go kill!"

"Go and avenge the dead 130 four brothers!"

In an instant, all the noisy sounds disappeared.

The expressions on the faces of the Qiang cavalry changed from anger to disbelief.

Duoji stared fixedly at Jiang Qingyu with asking questions.

Then, seeing Jiang Qingyu, he nodded again to prove that he heard correctly.

boom--

So Dorje smiled ferociously, and threw the corpse on the snake spear to the ground.

next moment.

I saw no order came out.

However, 590 nine cavalrymen rode out neatly, waved their whips, and came to both sides of the carriage, standing in formation.

Adding Dorji, exactly 600 people.

One person is not many, one person is not much.

All the cavalry remained silent, holding their spears tightly.

Afterwards, Jiang Qingyu lowered the curtain and gave an order:

"Set off."

　Singles don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day, so I’ll add another chapter tomorrow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)