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Start with Ageless Youthful Art Chapter 63

2022-03-09

Chapter 63 The Northern Rong Court

The fifteenth year of Changping, the turn of winter and spring.

This is the season of All Living Things to Recover in the Central Plains, and it is also the season when the Northland is not rich in water and plants.

Beijing, as a nomadic nation in previous years, had to pass the looting of Shuo Kingdom in Gao Qiu, in order to survive the bitter and cold Yuan Dong.

It's just these years that the Great Grandmaster of Shuo Kingdom sits at the junction of the two countries, not to mention looting, even the cattle and sheep grazing in Beirong dare not cross the Shangshui.

Faced with a blade glow that can be easily released, True Qi is like the Great Grandmaster who will never be exhausted, and the bravest warrior in the grassland will also become able to sing and dance, well-behaved and honest.

After all, no matter how fast a horse runs, can it be faster than an Innate powerhouse's blade glow?

Without the southerners' slaves to graze cattle and sheep, and without the southerners' wealth to trade salt and iron, how could the major tribes of the Northern Rong have suffered such hardships.

They are the people of Changshengtian, noble warriors on horseback, how can they personally engage in the humble industry of herding, and the nobles who cannot plunder extend their slaughtering knives to those weak tribes.

The boy who was taller than the wheel was killed, and the surviving woman, along with cattle and sheep, became the new property of the major tribes.

Those tribes with more than 10,000 riders, the great nobles still live well.

But the weak tribe, not to mention life, can not even guarantee their lives.

Gradually, some tribes began to join the Shuo people in the south, first a small tribe with three to five hundred people, and then a medium-sized tribe with a population of thousands.

When the Beirong nobles realized something was wrong, looking at the grasslands, there were only a few vassal clans left.

And until this time, Shuo Kingdom finally showed its fangs to this old enemy.

In February of the fifteenth year of Changping, Emperor Changping worshipped Yongyi Marquis Chen Qingzhi as the Great General for expedition to the North, leading 150,000 infantry, 50,000 cavalry, 400,000 young people and young men, expedition to the North, and the army There are also thousands of Beirong cavalry.

These Rong people, who are familiar with the grassland terrain, have now become the best leading party of the Shuo army.

Emperor Changping made a promise that when the Northern Rong court was annihilated, he would give some of the most lush pastures on the grassland to the Rong people who took refuge.

Furious hatred, coupled with touching wealth, these unfamiliar wolf cubs immediately aimed their fangs at their former masters.

With the Northern Rong people who are familiar with the terrain, the Dashuo iron riding army with a clear purpose is fast.

It was only three months before the troops were dispatched, and half of the twelve golden blade tribes that had been enfeoffed by the King of Bei Rong cast golden blade two hundred years ago had been subjugated by the Shuo army.

The males were all beheaded and tanned, and built into Jingguan to deter future generations.

Women and children were taken back to the Shuo Kingdom, and they were assigned to servants and children who had merited the war.

Chen Qingzhi's very ruthless made Beirong Wangcheng people were alarmed for a while, and the only remaining six golden blade tribes gathered in the king's tent, all shouting hope that Beirong Wang could come up with a charter.

Whether it is war or peace, there must be a saying.

Now that the old king has just died, the new king of Beirong is just a six-year-old child. He has never seen such a scene. The belly nobles of Beirong hold their own opinions, and the scene is full of trouble.

Beijing Rong King was frightened by everyone's hideous faces, and actually wa'ed to cry.

"Don't cry, you are the king of Beirong, you can shed blood, but you must never show cowardice!" The little North Rong King, looked at the nobles present.

"All of you are Beirong men with golden blades, hungry wolves who devour raw meat and fowl on the grasslands. It's only been a long time since the late king took you all to plunder Nanshuo. Thinking of making peace with the pigs and sheep of the past."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not expecting that they would be reprimanded by a woman.

"The valiant marquis who leads the army is the Great Grandmaster who comes out every 200 years, and is a god-sent warrior who is blessed by eternal life. We bow our heads to such a wolf king, not to that weak and incompetent man.

Emperor!"

Some people couldn't help but stand up and defend themselves.

"You are a woman, how dare you stand here and yell at everyone!"

"Helianchang!"

The queen just looked at it coldly Looking at him, he suddenly shouted sharply outside the door.

Soon, a strong and powerful prairie man opened the curtain and walked in. This man was He Lianchang, who was known as the first warrior of the prairie.

"The Queen!"

moved towards the woman next to the throne and bowed, the man turned his head and stared coldly at the nobles present.

"Helianchang, I'm a golden blade noble, you dare to touch me, ah!"

The man saw Helianchang's ferocious appearance, and quickly put on his identity. Intimidated by people.

Well, this time I don't need the queen to identify me.

He Lianchang understood the situation, raised his hand and slashed the man's head directly.

"If anyone dares to be rude to the king again, this will be his end!"

After that, the vicious prairie man stood by the king of Bei Rong, like a loyal and loyal man. 's vicious dog.

"Temur is disrespectful to the king, and now he has been put to death. His followers will be divided among everyone here. Who has any objection?" The remaining prestige of the king took advantage of the victory to question the crowd.

The deterrence of death, coupled with the temptation to share a piece of the pie, these nobles with flexible moral bottom lines have expressed that they are only the king of Northern Rong.

Using common interests to establish a short-lived prestige, the king and queen finally persuaded a group of nobles to gather six soldiers and horses to fight with the people of Shuo at the foot of the Mangcang Mountain.

The great benefit of carving up a tribe, and the sweet drink that numbs the soul.

Beijing nobles, who were full of wine and food, began to brag about their bravery and how scared witless the Shuo people were when they met them.

The queen looked at everything coldly, and felt sad in her heart.

In the past, the people of Shuo had to sign a humiliating treaty, and the nomads who were able to conquer and fight well have degenerated to this point in just two hundred years.

Without the paralysis of alcohol, I dare not even face a powerful enemy.

Perhaps only a victory can evoke the past glory of Beirong people.

Only with this great victory can I truly have the right to speak and save the lives of myself and my son.

The queen did not forget that several brothers of her deceased husband all glare like a tiger watching his prey staring at the throne of the king of Beirong.

Once this battle is lost, what they will face is signed to eternal damnation.

The sky is blue, the wild is vast, and the Shuo army, which is imposing in a prosperous manner, will soon advance to the foot of the Mangcang Mountain.

Facing the vast Nanshuo army, even the self-proclaimed heroic cavalry in the grasslands gradually turned pale.

The dust thrown up by the horses covers the heavens, shielding the sun, and the mist that swirls out seems like a cloud of smoke. The continuous fighting for several months has turned this army into an invincible iron cavalry. There is enough to leave a psychological pressure.

This was different from what they had seen in the Shuo Kingdom in the past.

In my impression, in the face of their wolf-like invasion, the sons of Southern Wilderness would only cry and sacrifice their half-life savings, begging the gentlemen of Beirong to spare them a way to survive.

Now it's their turn to face Shuoren's iron cavalry, and finally understand the despair of those Shuoren when they face them.

With such a well-organized Shuo Kingdom army, do you really have the possibility of winning the battle?

Today’s second shift is too rushed, I also know that it is relatively watery, and reserve enough time to code words during the day tomorrow, huh~

Thank you Zuowei for the 11500 starting point coins Thanks for the reward of Erha's 10,000 starting coins, thanks to Cao Jitian's 5,000 starting coins, thanks to the old shells for 1500 starting coins, and thanks to Luoyang Western Worker Peng Yuyan's 100 starting coins, Thanks to Uncle Qin who watched the gate for the 100 starting point coin reward, the Storm Falcon for the 100 starting point coin reward, the brutal hand for the 100 starting coin reward, and everyone for their monthly and recommended tickets.

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