My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 691 He is the Emperor

In July, at the northern foot of the Tianshan Mountains, a section of mountain road was snowing lightly.

This mountain range stretches from east to west, and the once quiet mountain roads have become bustling. Occasionally, passing merchants will be informed by mounted scouts and will wait by the roadside.

Warn them that an army is passing by and not to run around and collide with the soldiers on the Western Expedition.

On both sides of the northern foothills of the Tianshan Mountains, under the rocks and cliffs, the waiting merchants and travelers rubbed their hands, exhaled puffs of white air, and stretched their heads to look towards the winding mountain road to the west in the severe cold.

That was the first wave of soldiers returning from the Western Expedition, and they were about to return to Daxia's Western Province from here.

Snowflakes fell on people's heads and shoulders. Eyelashes covered with snowflakes fluttered lightly, and someone called out softly, "Here it comes. Here it comes!"

The faint words now fill the human chest.

In less than a moment, a group of ten Great Xia cavalrymen appeared at the end of the mountain path. They passed through their sight with the sound of rumbling horse hooves and headed east along the mountain path below their feet.

The leader of the caravan quickly took off the sheepskin wine bag from his waist and held it outside with one hand.

"This is a specialty wine from Suizhou in the Central Plains!"

Among the ten cavalrymen who came roaring in, a cavalry sergeant with rosy cheeks and thin callouses on his face took the sheepskin bag handed over by the leader of the merchants, unscrewed the cork without hesitation, and took a sip of it into his mouth.

His dark, calloused face was wet and his eyes were red. He bowed to the leader of the tradesmen on horseback and spoke in the Suizhou dialect: "Hometown wine, great!"

Then he shook the reins and urged the cavalrymen around him: "Keep scouting and clear the way for the army!"

After he finished speaking, he covered the sheepskin bag with a wooden stopper, threw it back to the leader of the merchants, urged his horse to gallop, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Good! Good!"

The cold wind blew as the caravan traders along the mountain road watched the ten-man cavalryman gallop past. They cheered as they recalled their heroic feat of the westward expedition to the barbarian country.

Less than a moment later, everyone turned around and saw a torn and blood-stained "Yi" flag fluttering in the wind and snow.

Coming together was a long black dragon, whose orderly footsteps could be heard gradually in the mountains. A forest of flags covered the winding mountain path. What came into view was the Yizhou army, which had gone out with 10,000 men and returned with 8,000 men. The murderous aura on their bodies swept over like an overwhelming force.

The vendors waiting on the roadside couldn't help trembling.

The first to move forward was the Tiger Cavalry Battalion. The war horses under them had been stripped of their gear and dressed in cotton cloth to protect them from the cold of the Tianshan Mountains. This cavalry unit was tall and wore iron armor, but many parts of their armor were already damaged, with marks of sword cuts and spear stabs.

The big swords hung diagonally in their hands, and the cold blade edge was covered with dark red blood stains. Only after a long period of fighting, when there was no time to clean the blade, would the blood stains that were difficult to wipe off be formed.

"What a great cavalry!"

The merchant leader had traveled extensively for half his life, so he naturally had a unique vision. To outsiders, such armor and weapons might seem shabby, but in his eyes they were symbols of elite soldiers who had fought in many battles.

"Where are the elite troops... they were chopped into pieces like this." A guy muttered while picking his nose.

As he was speaking, cavalry passed by. They were the soldiers of the Tiger Battalion of the Yizhou Army. Further behind them were the ordinary soldiers of the Yizhou Army. Although they were not marching very fast, their legs were taut and their feet were strong as they walked, ready to charge at any time. This was an instinct that only came with going through countless battles.

While everyone was still marveling at this army, at the end of their sight, a fiery red warhorse was seen following the team slowly.

On the horse's back was Guan Yu, dressed in a half-brocade green robe. He was stroking his beard with one hand and holding the reins with the other, chatting and laughing with Zhang Liao, who was riding side by side.

Behind him are Zhou Cang holding a knife, and Guan Ping and Zhang Bao commanding the troops.

"After traveling all this way, I still haven't asked Wenyuan why he didn't lead the army, but followed the Yizhou army first?"

"Liao doesn't want to go south to the Mediterranean with Duke Zheng and his men. We can just let Gao Shun lead the army against the barbarians there."

As a northerner, although Zhang Liao spent many years in the south, he also achieved a military achievement there that will go down in history.

But riding on a sea ship for a long time is a completely different experience from riding on a river boat.

"Wenyuan, are you confident that Gao Shun will lead the army alone? Dongwu still has Lu Meng and Gan Ning." Guan Yu said with a smile. After all, it was eight hundred against one hundred thousand, and these Dongwu generals were also present at the time.

"Haha, Yunchang underestimated Gao Shun!"

Zhang Liao laughed on horseback and waved his hand casually: "Even if there are many rats in Jiangdong, Gao Shun will not be afraid of them. Besides... Liao also intends to let Gao Shun lead the entire Bingzhou army so that he will not waste his talent."

Having said this, Zhang Liao paused and looked at Guan Yu, who was stroking his beard and closing his eyes.

"Yun Chang is chatting with me so casually. Are you going to lead the Yizhou Army?"

"Leave it to the younger generation." Guan Yu was of open-minded character and did not care about Zhang Liao's deliberate question. He slowly opened his eyes, and the wind and snow were flying past his sight.

"The younger generation is at an age of strength... they should be allowed to learn to be independent. There are no strong enemies now. If there are still enemies, they will probably be pinned to the ground and beaten by the younger generation."

Guan Ping hurried over and smiled reluctantly, "Father, I'm afraid there will be no more wars to fight in this world."

In front, Zhang Liao and Zhou Cang chuckled.

As they were talking, the topic changed from giving power to the younger generation to the recent order sent by the emperor to Daxia, which made Guan Yu and Zhang Liao frown.

Considering Su Chen's growth, the lives of soldiers should not be wasted in vain in order to train the prince.

"Yun Chang, tell me... Is it possible that His Majesty has other plans?"

Zhang Liao tilted his head to look at Guan Yu, who gently brushed his long beard mixed with snowflakes. After a moment, Guan Yu nodded slightly.

"Perhaps, your majesty's real idea... is to find a more reasonable excuse to get rid of Beigong Shu."

"No one knows the whereabouts of the previous emperor. Wanting him dead... isn't it easy?" Zhang Liao obviously disagreed with Guan Yu's statement.

"If we use the life of the previous emperor to warn the civil and military officials in the court and those who have ulterior motives in the society, the effect will naturally be different."

Guan Yu sighed.

"I remember that the former emperor was still a young man. He is probably dead or has been escorted to Yanjing."

He saw Zhang Liao pursed his lips slightly and said nothing.

"Wenyuan, are the soldiers who died in this farce unhappy?"

"Ah."

Zhang Liao sat on the horseback, looking at Guan Yu who was tilting his head in the wind and snow, "Yun Chang, do you think that once a mortal sits on the throne of emperor, he will gradually lose his original appearance."

Only in front of Guan Yu could Zhang Liao speak so relaxedly, which was completely different from when he was in front of Lu Bu and Gao Shun.

Fengxue whimpered and ran past the two horses.

The Marquis of Han Shou Ting, who was feared throughout China, laughed heartily. The Red Hare under him raised its head, looked back, and continued to move forward.

Guan Yu smiled and said, "Wenyuan, the one who has changed the most in this world is the emperor. Don't forget... Su Chen is the emperor now."

"Yes."

Zhang Liao was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and repeated with a sigh, "Yes, he is the emperor now."

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The news that a western expeditionary army had entered the northern foothills of the Tianshan Mountains had already spread throughout Xizhou, causing a great boom in this largest state of the Xia Kingdom.

Many people from the countries south of Xizhou gathered in Yelan Kingdom in the north of Xizhou, waiting for the Western Expedition Army to enter the city. Beautiful dancers, fat lambs, moving pipa, and sweet wine were all prepared for this army.

The first things that came were various rumors about the west.

Few people knew about the land in the West, and now that the army had returned triumphantly, all sorts of rumors laced with mythology were inevitable.

With the return of the army, all the news that had been pieced together was finally laid out in front of everyone in the world.

The Western world was so vast that it was unimaginable to them, with countless fertile fields, mountains, and rivers.

There are even seas in the middle of the land; there are tombs standing among the hills in the golden desert; there are also coastal cities built around the Mediterranean Sea, and there are many barbaric tribes.

There, a city can also be called a country.

The common people who heard the news were all shocked. However, the merchants from Daxia sneered: "Humph, fifty laughs and a hundred steps."

Just as the Yizhou army began to descend from Tianshan Mountain.

Thousands of miles away, the imperial flag with a black background and white wolf patterns was now on its way eastward.

(End of this chapter)