Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 734 The pit is 137 meters deep and the third prince forced a marriage (1)
On March 26, the Grand Marshal of the Nanrong Bingma and the Privy Envoy Xiao Qian led the army to start the war against the Ping Kingdom.

This time going north, excluding the 10,000+ soldiers and horses from the Gyeonggi region, there are also about 10 local soldiers and horses mobilized from Ezhou, Qizhou, Chizhou and other places. There are also two famous generals in Nanrong, Chi Zhong and Gu Liyang.The three of them went up the river in three routes and joined forces in Junzhou.

At the beginning of the war, people were panicked.

The flames of war have not yet been ignited, but the air is filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Junzhou, on the other hand, has undoubtedly become the first city at the forefront of the war between the two countries.

A group of officials such as Junzhou Zhizhou were awarded corresponding military positions by Song Xi during the war. I heard that the third prince of the Ping Kingdom, Wan Yanxiu, had arrived in Jinzhou. The hearts of these local officials have long been hanging in the throat. They were looking forward to it even more, people swept the road early, slaughtered chickens and slaughtered sheep to greet them, the people of Junzhou were not far behind, they heard that Xiao Qian personally led the troops over, and went out of the city to wait before dawn.

But Xiao Qian is the same as usual, no matter where he fights, the army is stationed outside the city and will not disturb the people.After everything was settled and the camp was completed, it was already after noon before he led an elite team into the city.

The rain hasn't stopped yet.

But as long as there is no knife in the sky, what should be done can't be missed for a moment.

This team is Xiao Qian's guard army, and also the most elite forbidden army team in Nanrong.They walked under the rain, each with a solemn military appearance. Even though their armor, weapons, and horses were wet... when they were marching, they walked in order, which made the people feel confident and praised.

In this way, Xiao Qian is not only the expectation of the Nan Rong royal family.

In fact, he has become the expectation of the people of Junzhou, and even the people of Nanrong.

They all hoped that he would drive Juan out of Nanrong's land. For this expectation in their hearts, they even packaged and beautified him by word of mouth... Even the rumored "living with his sister-in-law" was also heard. The people silently beautify it—it's all rumors from others.

Junzhou Zhizhou's feet and legs were sore, and finally he saw Xiao Qian's true self coming on horseback.But when he saw that Xiao Qian didn't bring an umbrella or ride in a carriage, his heart shrank with fright, and he hurriedly asked someone to remove the umbrella from his head, braved the rain to meet him on the road, wiped his forehead, and kowtowed first.

"Your Majesty, see the Privy Envoy!"

Behind him, the endless crowd of people came out of the city gate and stood about three to five miles away.These people all want to take a look at Xiao Jialiulang, who is famous for his medical skills, strategies, and looks all over the world.As a result, both sides of the road were crowded with people, and there was a lot of noise from time to time.

Xiao Qian was on a high horse, his black helmet gleamed faintly in the rain, and the raindrops dripped from the brim of his helmet and slid across his indifferent face, like a layer of ice that would not melt for thousands of years.But he didn't wipe the rain, just let it wet his brows and cheeks, holding on to the reins, he walked slowly among the people who were welcoming him.

Maybe it was because of the great momentum of the welcome, he frowned, and couldn't help but glanced at the crowd.

Junzhou Zhizhou's little tail tightened immediately!
The noise in the crowd also stopped.

Tens of thousands of people held their breaths in unison, staring at him eagerly.

"Your Majesty!"

"Big guy!"

"Your Majesty!"

"Big guy!"

"Your Majesty!"

Different titles, the same awe, under the leadership of the prefect of Junzhou, overwhelmingly spread from the densely packed crowd, wave after wave, with their admiration and love, and their expectation for the victory of the war , rushed into the clouds for three thousand miles, and fell on the earth for a long time...

(End of this chapter)