Martial Arts: Start with 100,000 Xiliang Cavalry

Chapter 66
There are many tents scattered on the vast desert, and stone walls are built around the tents to resist the desert wind and sand.

Occasionally, a caravan passing by resounding with camel bells made a long series of crisp sounds, which attracted the Beirong people here to look up and look enviously.

Beirong people are very envious of the caravan. They know very well that there are only two ways to get ahead.

One is to join the caravan, and the other is to join the army.

The first option is not something they can choose, and the second item, sometimes they are unwilling to choose, but they have to.

Especially after the news that the Wansheng camp was broken by the Zhenbei army in the past two days, the whole Beirong was in panic.

Previously, the whole country believed that the Wansheng Camp, under the leadership of the third prince, Gu Lilie, could invade the border of the Great Zhou Dynasty and plunder the city.

Many people are ready to move to Dazhou.

As a result, when the news came, these dreams were completely shattered.

Even the king of Beirong was furious. It is said that seven or eight slaves were whipped to death that day.

Now every Beirong person is worried, worried that Da Zhou will attack, even Prince Gulilie is not an opponent, so who else in Beirong can stop it?

The king was indeed very brave when he was young, but he is already old, almost 60 years old.In Beirong, once a man exceeds fifty, he is like a dried berry, useless.

If the king is not a king, but just an ordinary Beirong person, I am afraid that at this time, he will be called and shouted by his family like all ordinary Beirong people, and he will not be used to it.

At this time, Zhang Qian came.

He also came with a hundred Zhenbei Army.

The appearance of these valiant soldiers made many Beirong people look pale.

Looking at their strong bodies, all of them are comparable to the warriors in the clan. If the Zhenbei Army is composed of such soldiers, it is no wonder that Prince Gulilie will be defeated.

After Zhang Qian entered the city, he was immediately received by King Bei Rong.

He came to a domed palace built with stones. Sitting on a stone seat covered with animal skins was the king of Beirong, with his wives on the left and right sides.

And at the bottom, there are some generals, and several young men who are well-dressed and look similar to the king of Beirong, they should be his heirs.

Zhang Qian spoke neither humble nor overbearing in Beirong dialect: "Zhang Qian, the envoy of the Northern Army, has met the King of Beirong."

King Bei Rong has a beard all over his face, with a high nose and deep eyes, and looks quite vicious.

He stared at Zhang Qian, and suddenly shouted: "My son Gu Lilie! Hand him over, or I will roast you alive!"

Shouting like thunder, the King of Beirong's words fell, and several Beirong warriors rushed in from outside, seemingly wanting to take Zhang Qian down.

Faced with this situation, Zhang Qian remained calm as usual: "If Your Majesty wants to kill me, you will kill me, but you will die in your lower body. I am afraid that Your Majesty's third prince will also die soon."

"You dare to threaten me!"

King Beirong said angrily, but Zhang Qian remained silent.

After a while.

"Hahahaha! Not bad, have the guts!"

King Bei Rong suddenly changed his face and burst out laughing.

He waved away several warriors, walked down the stone seat, came to Zhang Qian, and patted his back.

"If you are afraid and beg for mercy, then I will really roast you! I hate the most timid people!"

Zhang Qian said: "As an envoy, I have already put personal life and death aside."

"Very good!" King Bei Rong returned to the stone seat and sat down, "Did the envoy encounter bandits attack along the way?"

"Sand bandits did show up, but they were all repelled by my guards."

"Haha, I also saw your guard, he is indeed a top warrior!"

King Beirong said, and suddenly asked:
"I just heard you say that you are the envoy of the Suppressing Northern Army? So, your Suppressing Northern Army really turned against Da Zhou?"

"Yes."

"Haha, good, good!" The King of Beirong laughed a few times, "I told Su Tufeng more than ten years ago, let him come to my Beirong! I will give five times as much as the Emperor of Great Zhou gave him. ten times!"

"Emperor Da Zhou asked him to guard this desolate place in northern Xinjiang. He stayed there for more than ten years. Fortunately, he could bear it! Do you know what I told him? I promised him that if he submits to Bei Rong, he will fight against the enemy in the future. Da Zhou Jiangshan, I will share half with him! Share thousands of miles of mountains and rivers with him Su Tufeng!"

King Beirong seemed a little sad and resentful while excited.

"In the end, guess what Su Tufeng said? He said, 'his loyalty is as untransferable as a stone, as tough and strong as a pampas grass'!"

Zhang Qian listened silently.

At this time, a man interjected: "Your Majesty, Su Tufeng didn't know how to flatter you, so he died under our Beirong army in the end."

"Shut up!" The King of Beirong glared at the man who interrupted, "Su Tufeng's death in battle is due to your third brother, so it's none of your business! Trash!"

The man was so scolded in front of Zhang Qian, his face was extremely embarrassing, he gritted his teeth secretly.

After scolding the eldest son, the King of Beirong turned his head to Zhang Qian and said, "The one in charge of the Zhenbei Army is Su Tufeng's son. He is as powerful as his father. I admire him very much!"

"Especially he is no longer loyal to the Great Zhou Emperor, which I like better! Haha, how about it, emissary, go back and talk to that kid, if he is willing to submit to my Beirong, I will give him the same as I did to Su Tufeng back then." promise. After conquering the Great Zhou Dynasty, give him half!"

Zhang Qian said indifferently: "The king's words will be passed on to the lord after I go back. But the meaning of this trip is related to the Beirong prisoners captured by the lord in the Wansheng camp."

"Humph!"

When this matter was mentioned, King Beirong changed his face again.

"What's there to talk about! Winners and losers, those captives, you just kill them, why are you asking!"

"Your Majesty—"

When the King of Beirong finished speaking, Zhang Qian hadn't said anything yet, but the woman on his left began to cry.

"My lord, Lie'er is still in their hands, how can you say that! If Lie'er dies, I won't live anymore, hooooo..."

"What are you crying about! What a shame!" King Beirong said angrily, but a trace of worry flashed in his own eyes.

Zhang Qian stared at the face of King Beirong. He knew that the king seemed not to take the captives seriously, but in fact he did.

The reason why it behaves like this is just a disguise.

Pretend not to care about the captives, so that they can take the initiative in the negotiation and redeem the captives at a lower cost.

It's a pity that Zhang Qian has already seen through this disguise, so he naturally knew that the berating of his concubine by the King of Beirong was just acting.

Sure enough, after the reprimand, King Beirong said to Zhang Qian: "Forget it, although I think it's better for the defeated Beirong people to die, but if you want to talk, you can talk about it."

Zhang Qian said lightly, "Then let's talk about it, Your Majesty."

North Wind City Gate.

Jia Wu looked at the people entering and leaving the city. They were also being routinely inspected by the Zhenbei Army, but what surprised him was that none of the people came out with money.

When it was his turn, he opened the package on his back, and inside was a pair of Emei thorns.

"go in."

"...No city tax?"

"There's nothing like that here."

"..."

Jia Wu silently put away his burden and entered the city.

The moment he stepped into the city gate, Zhen Miao in the small courtyard of Zhenbei Prince's Mansion slowly opened his eyes.

"Eightfold." She said softly, "I'm afraid I'm not here to play."

(End of this chapter)