After speaking, Si Tu left without looking back.
The prairie people were brave and good at fighting, and their hearts were full of resentment, and for a while the soldiers of the Great Zhou retreated steadily.
"Your Highness, if this continues, the morale of the soldiers will be greatly consumed."
Chen Cang retracted the blood-stained spear, and the black armor was covered with blood.
Looking at the fallen soldiers around him, Si Tu clenched his fists tightly.
This battle must not be lost!
Even if she died in battle here, she would never let the Chahar people step into the territory of Da Zhou!
"Cover me, I'll get Meng En's head!"
Si Tu understood the simple principle of capturing the thief first, and so did Chen Cang.
The warriors around Meng En were held back tightly, Si Tu seized the opportunity and left with his sword in hand.
"Gu Ying!"
Seeing the clansmen around him fall down one by one, Meng En turned red-eyed and directly attacked Si Tu.
The sword collided with the knife, sparks burst out, and the piercing sound was annihilated by the screams of killing.
Although Meng En has experienced many battles, but after all, he is old and will soon be unable to hold on.
The point of the sword touched his neck, Si Tu said loudly,
"The general's words still count. As long as you surrender, I will protect the 100,000 people in the Chahar tribe without any worries."
Killing has never been the best way to settle disputes.
And Si Tu's hands were stained with too much blood, and she was already tired of the war.
The cold touch made Meng En regain his sanity.
The Great Zhou had an elite army, and their king's account in Chahar was found, so it was clear that they were defeated.
"You mean what you say?"
Since the continuation of the tribe can be preserved, it doesn't matter if his life is returned to Changshengtian!
"It definitely counts."
Si Tu answered firmly and forcefully.
Hearing her answer, Meng En suddenly lowered his raised arms, and slowly closed his eyes.
The sword edge slashed across his neck, blood splashed on Si Tu's face, and the gurgling blood stained the yellow sand.
And this bloody scene was also reflected in Zhebe's eyes.
"No! Aon!"
Si Tu turned his head suddenly, and saw Jebe kneeling on the ground with a sword in his hand.
Those eyes, which were as bright as stars, no longer had the brilliance of the past, kneeling there, like a lifeless sculpture.
"You killed A Weng, you gave the road map to Da Zhou, and you killed the Chahar tribe."
Jebe lowered his empty eyes, did not ask loudly, and was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
Blood dripped down the tip of the sword, and Situ's hands were covered with the blood of the Meng'en and Chahar tribes.
"I'm sorry, Jebe, I, I..."
Si Tu dropped his sword, and trotted over to help him up, but was held in front of him by a long sword.
"From now on, you are Situ and I am Jebe. When we meet again, I will kill you without hesitation!"
Gu Ying, whom he loved, died on the day they got married.
And the woman in front of him is the general of the Great Zhou, the enemy who killed Ah Weng!
Si Tu froze in place, looking at the hatred surging in his eyes, his heart ached.
But isn't all of this her own choice
It was she who personally chose to give up the relationship between them, and she was always the one who was wrong.
What right did she have to ask for his forgiveness
When the two were in a stalemate, a tasseled carbine spear picked out the sword, and Jebe was thrown out.
The neck was instantly pressed against the cold thorn.
"Li Ge, stop!"
"He is the prince of Jiuli, Your Highness, you must not let the tiger go back to the mountain."
Once he is put back, who knows if the chaos on the border will come back
Si Tu swung his whip and knocked down the red tasseled spear.
"Because he is from Jiuli, he can't move!"
Jiuli is the transportation hub between the countries of the Western Regions and the Great Zhou. Once there is friction with it, the border of the Great Zhou will fall into turmoil again.
This time it's not just as simple as killing a Chahar.
"Send him back to Jiuli safely."
As soon as Si Tu finished speaking, Jebe passed out due to excessive blood loss.
After the rebellion was put down, Si Tu brought him back to Lincheng, and invited the best doctors to treat him.
Fortunately, the doctor was skilled in medicine, but within three days, Jebe woke up.
But after waking up, Jebe remembered everything except the memory of the previous month.
What the doctor meant was that he was too stimulated, and out of protection for his body, he forgot the most painful memory.
The young man fiddled with the bandages on the wound, his black eyes were lively and bright, and the haze disappeared.
"What's your name, you saved me, I have to thank you very much."
Eji said to repay her kindness, but Jebie frowned, but didn't know how to repay her.
With a flash of inspiration, he remembered a book of words from the Central Plains that he had read before.
"How about you go back to the grassland with me, and I will take care of you in the future."
He still understands the routine of making promises with one's body.
The boy's starry eyes were bright, he talked and smiled Yan Yan, just like the first time he saw him.
Kestu's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't say anything.
Perhaps this result is the best arrangement for him.
"Chen Cang, send the Ninth Prince back to Jiuli."
Forcing himself to look away, Si Tu turned around and strode away.
Just forget about that painful past, including her, forget it all, and never remember it again.
Be his happy little prince, soar over the grassland like an eagle.
And she also has her own way to go.
Looking at Si Tu's back, the red shirt was particularly eye-catching.
Jebe lowered his head, his expression unclear.
Where did he seem to have seen her before...
After quelling the border chaos, the first person Si Tu wanted to liquidate was Li Shouliang, governor of Yongzhou!
When the army returned to the imperial court, the common people lined the road to welcome them, and the capital was full of joy.
The horse galloped along the long corridor, Si Tu only took out a token, and the imperial guards let them go.
It is enough to show His Majesty's trust and honor to her.
After Si Tu returned to Xuanji Palace, she replaced the heavy armor, and the maids put on luxurious court clothes for her.
Gold bronzing black tunic, with multicolored phoenixes embroidered with gold thread on the sleeves, and hundreds of oriental beads dangling from the bottom of the skirt with bright red borders.
Tracing the red lips, sweeping the black eyebrows lightly, Biqing pulled up her long hair, and the swaying golden steps made a tinkling sound.
"Where's the queen mother?"
Si Tu looked at himself in the bronze mirror, and it was quite different from his previous appearance in the grassland when he was embarrassed.
"I was discussing matters with the cabinet ministers in the Tai Chi Hall, and I heard from the people serving in front of the hall that His Majesty seems to be in a bad mood."
Biqing has been with Situ since she was a child, so she will naturally keep an eye on all the movements in the palace for her.
With a taunting arc drawn from the corner of his mouth, Si Tusu twirled the step with his hands and snorted softly,
"Is it to discuss state affairs, or to force the mother to abdicate and let the virtuous?"
The cabinet headed by Liu Chao has always been dissatisfied with the Queen Mother's ascension to the throne.
And her return is probably stepping on their dog's tail.
Look, isn't it just screaming in pain
(end of this chapter)