Chapter 868

Ning Wanzhou stares at the tents and turns the red tassel indifferently.

Even if they are sentenced to exile, they still don't have to go through the hardships of living in the wild. Look, there are big tents with high beds and soft pillows for them to rest.

The young man put away his red tassel and held out his hand: "take the arrow."

A strong man with a black face immediately presented an iron arrow.

He looked at Ning Wanzhou with a certain degree of respect in his expression.

He was a native of Northern Xinjiang. When he was young, he joined the army. Many years ago, he fought several hard battles with Ningsu, Duke of Zhenguo. He was a soldier who was struggling from the corpses.

Knowing that zhenguogong died at the hands of treacherous men, 200000 troops in Northern Xinjiang nearly mutinied overnight.

The vice generals quarreled day and night. Some wanted to go to Chang'an to avenge the Duke of Zhenguo. Some wanted to sit still and watch the change. Some wanted to turn to the good Lord and find another way out. In a word, they were so noisy that they were defeated, and even the daily training of the army was delayed.

When the morale of the army was lax, xiaogongye came to the northern Xinjiang.

He remembers the first time he saw him, almost all the aides despised and disappointed.

Such a delicate young man with red lips and white teeth is like a charming young man who grew up in a honey pot. How can he know how to unite the army?

Although he was the only legitimate son of the town Lord, he was not worthy of leading them. He was not worthy of being the master of the northern frontier fiefdom.

Therefore, they had all kinds of insidious acts. On the surface, they were laughing at the young man, but behind his back they despised the young man and were perfunctory to his orders.

The group of generals who were loyal to the Duke of Zhenguo, with a desperate heart, decided that the northern Xinjiang fiefdom was over and the 200000 army was finished. Sooner or later, they would be annexed by Queen Shen.

The already bad situation was even worse because of the harassment and plunder of the Northern Wei Dynasty's iron cavalry.

The army ruffians of the Northern Wei Dynasty liked to lead a large number of cavalry to attack the wheat field at night while the wheat seedlings were sown and grown in spring. They trampled the good wheat seedlings into a mess and then left.

It's the same every year.

No one expected that the seemingly delicate young man would dare to lead more than a dozen riders in silence, lurking in the wheat field and waiting for a rabbit for three days and three nights at night. He was really called on to guard the army ruffians.

No one knows what kind of battle he went through that night.

In the early morning, the trumpet sounded in the camp. When they walked out of the camp, they could see the delicate young man, half stained with blood and half a broken sword in his chest, driving his chariot through the shaft gate without expression.

On the chariot, there are hundreds of heads of soldiers of Northern Wei Dynasty.

Crowded close to the camp full of soldiers, at this moment inexplicably quiet.

Everyone was staring at the boy.

When the sound of the trumpet in the camp gradually subsided, the girl in the Hufeng narrow sleeve jacket and skirt, with a plump and white face and a newly folded peach blossom in her hand, came out of the tent.

She knelt down in front of the chariot on one knee, offering peach blossom to the youth in a pious and respectful manner.

She raised her smiling face and said, "congratulations on the victory of the first battle

The long wind in the South passes through the coastal plain, the mountains and rivers in Kyushu, and the Gobi grassland in Northern Xinjiang. It carries a bit of gentle spring, and quietly blows the cold but firm face of the youth.

With nanbaozhu's congratulations, the adjutants looked at each other for a long time and nodded slowly. Finally, they recognized Ning Wanzhou's strength and finally willingly accepted the new fiefdom master.

They all knelt down to celebrate the victory.

The young man's brows and eyes are tough, and he stoops to take the peach blossom presented by nanbaozhu.

Peach blossom in the spring breeze.

He is no longer the idle little grandfather in Chang'an city.

He was the new Duke of Zhenguo and the new king of Northern Xinjiang.

Long stars are scattered in the rising sun.

Ning evening boat took the bow and arrow from the black faced strong man and aimed at the big tent at the foot of the mountain.

The arrow has a whistling sound on it. As he releases the bow string, the arrow makes a deafening whistling sound, which is like a strong wind sweeping towards the big tent.

The sudden news awakened the Zhao family in several camps. Led by Zhao Bing and Zhao Wu, they went out of the camp one after another and looked curiously at the movement outside.

Better to hook your lips at night.

He threw away his bow and arrow, picked up his red tassel, and suddenly caught his horse belly: "kill!"

Thousands of cavalry followed, galloping from the hillside like waves!

When Zhao Bing and his son saw Ning Wanzhou, their faces were green with fear. They quickly called out and fled to the tent, urging the doormen and bodyguards to resist the enemy.

Only a few hundred guards were responsible for escorting them.

They have never seen the cavalry in Northern Xinjiang. They are all like paper walls. When the wind blows, they scatter everywhere. They can't protect the Zhao family.

It was better to fight with each other in the evening boat, but in a moment or three, they solved the guards and the visitors.

He reined in the reins, staring at Zhao's father and son, who were holding gold and silver, and were about to escape in disorder. He turned his red tassel in his hand with a sinister smile.In the early morning of spring in the north, there is still a little chill.

There are only a few peach blossoms beside the official road, which embellishes the desolate green brick post road with a little pink meaning, as if to tell the passing travelers that the mountains and waters in the north are not all cold, windy and frosty.

The girl in a narrow sleeve dress, wearing a wide cloak, rode a fast horse and rushed to the end of the post road.

Xu was sleeping in the open air all the way. The girl didn't use any makeup. The dust from her face stained her red Luohu skirt. Her leather boots could not distinguish the original color. Even her once round, white and tender chin looked sharp and pretty.

Finally, I got to the hillside.

Nanbaozhu built a canopy and looked at the foot of the mountain.

The ground was bloody and dead.

The cavalry in Northern Xinjiang laughed and searched for property. The young man sat on a high corpse heap, trampling on the blood stained heads of Zhao Bing and his son. He was taking off his waist bag and drinking.

Nanbaozhu's eyes are gradually gentle.

She rode down the hillside: "Lord."

Ning night boat Zheng Zheng Zheng, put up the wine bag, will nanbaozhu under the steed: "sister how come?"

He looked at the tired horse and could not help frowning: "hundreds of miles away, did you come here alone on horseback? If my sister is too mischievous, she won't be afraid to meet a mountain bandit? "

Nanbaozhu hugged his waist: "I'm afraid you're lonely, so I'm here..."

Some people will feel happy when they get revenge.

But more people, will feel lonely and sad?

Because no matter how many enemies are killed, the closest relatives still can't come back from the dead. The so-called great revenge can't bring comfort at all. Instead, people will fall into the despair of losing their goals.

The golden sunshine jumps on the girl's face, graceful and gentle.

Ning Wanzhou was held by her, and she could not blame her any more.

He kisses nanbaozhu's lips.

Suddenly, he took up the girl and went to a camp.

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