"etc-"
The king seemed to have thought of something.
He asked, “Which ones were involved?”
"It should be the First and Second Princes. The body of the Twelfth Prince was quietly transferred to the Ayeqiqi tribe..."
The king said playfully, "It looks like a frame-up."
The servant dared not say a word in response.
The king seemed to be asking him, or muttering to himself.
"Who do you think framed him?"
How could he not know the personalities of the eldest and second in command
Since their mother died, these two have been harboring hatred in their hearts, but on the surface they have always been acting like grandsons, avoiding their younger brothers in every way. People who don't know would think they are the younger brothers. The king can see clearly that these two are lying in wait.
Haha, he does have the demeanor of his youth.
Putting himself in their shoes, he didn't believe that these two guys, who had been pretending to be grandsons for 20 to 30 years and bearing humiliation, would rashly take action before seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Even if he turned a blind eye and allowed these two to develop their power, they were not qualified to compete with the faction headed by Su Shiyilu. They would not, and could not, kill Old Twelve at this sensitive moment.
What's the point
Attracting Su Shiyilu's hatred and removing obstacles for his younger brothers? Haha, they are not that kind.
"Did the boss and the others react?"
The servant shook his head: "Everything is as usual."
The king sighed and said, "This won't do. He didn't react when he was framed. He's too unguarded."
Outsiders thought he was worried about his son, but those who knew him well knew that this was a sign that he was ready to give up.
Unless the two princes can prove that they are more valuable than Su Shiyilu, or take the initiative...
The king waved his hand and said, "Go down."
The servant left as instructed.
After a while, the sound of men and women laughing could be heard from behind.
Soon, the queen also received the bad news.
That moment was like the collapse of the sky and the earth. In full view of everyone, the queen screamed "My son" and fainted to the ground.
Everyone was scrambling to rescue him.
When the queen woke up, she was in a daze, as if her soul had been taken away by something, leaving only a broken body.
It was not until Su Shiyilu broke into the tent and woke her up that she woke up from her dream. She grabbed her brother's arm tightly and cried bitterly, "Brother, I don't ask you for anything else, but only one thing, you must, must avenge my son!"
"Of course! Brother will not break his promise a second time! He will definitely chop off the murderer's head and sacrifice it to us twelve!"
Upon hearing the reply, the queen burst into tears and howled in pain.
The news of the twelfth prince's death was kept secret by the brother and sister, and no one knew about it except a few people.
Even if someone heard the rumor, they tacitly agreed not to mention it.
It is not advisable to cause trouble at the critical moment of the expedition to Yonggu Pass.
The flags fluttered and the cold wind howled.
Su Shiyilu killed 18 pairs of male and female captives from the Geng Kingdom as sacrifices on the stage, and then called up the troops from all the divisions. Each of them was experienced in hundreds of battles, and the silent killing spirit was brewing in silence. This was not the last trump card of the Ten Crows, but it was definitely an elite force!
After the integration was completed, he clasped his fists and reported to the king who was preparing to lead the expedition. The king personally helped him up and said "good" repeatedly.
He said: "With you and I working together, there is no need to worry about not accomplishing great things!"
Su Shiyilu replied with a forced smile.
The king seemed not to notice his strange expression: "I wish you, all of you, good luck in military affairs and victory!"
The army set out for Yonggu Pass.
Shen Tang also received the news soon after.
She frowned: "I hope General Chu is prepared..."
After learning of Shiwu's intention, she sent someone back to deliver the message.
It should have arrived by now.
only-
It is not optimistic whether the more than 20,000 remaining soldiers suffering from cold and illness at Yonggu Pass can hold on...
"The Shiwu claimed to have 200,000 elite troops this time, but after deducting the cooks and the false numbers, the number of troops that can actually form a fighting force is at most 80,000... Alas, if the border barrier is still strong, Yonggu Pass will certainly be difficult, but it will not be impossible to defend."
Border barriers are a country's strongest protection.
The difficulty of breaking it is ten times higher than that of breaking through the level.
In the past, when the Ten Wus harassed the border, they could only concentrate their forces to break through some holes. The border barrier itself had the function of self-healing, so the pressure on Yonggu Pass was not great. But as the border barrier weakened and the country's fortune declined, the pressure on Yonggu Pass increased dramatically.
Hold on to...
It's too difficult.
Now we can only pray that the border barrier will hold up.
Thinking of this, Gu Chi smiled bitterly.
"Kang Jishou should be the one to handle this matter..."
This guy is a gambler.
Shen Tang said: "Wang Chao, my national seal..."
Before she could finish, Gu Chi flatly rejected it.
"No! The border barrier is now supported by Zheng Qiao. If you want to support it, either you kill Zheng Qiao and seize his national seal or his territory, or the border barrier is completely broken and you have to build another one... To put it another way, the reconstruction of the border barrier will not be done in a short time! Even if you send the national seal to the border, it won't change anything!"
If Yonggu Pass cannot be defended, what difference would it make to send the national seal over there at this time, or give it to Shiwu for free
The Shiwu tribes have been suppressed for many years and cannot raise their heads. Isn't it because they don't have a national seal? With the national seal, it will be hard to find anyone in the northwest of the continent who can stop the Shiwu tribe's southward expansion! This move is not advisable!
After hearing this, Shen Tang had no choice but to give up the idea.
"Maybe, things aren't that bad..."
Jiang Sheng listened for a long time before speaking.
Shen Tang looked at him anxiously: "Do you have a good idea, Xiandeng?"
Jiang Sheng said: "I don't have any good ideas, but I was thinking that the lord was transferred from Heyin County to Longwu County, and obtained a unique Ten Crows Defense Map from the former princess. Do you really think... this is all a coincidence?"
The defense map is a top secret. It will take a long time for outsiders to obtain this information...
In other words, this was a plot that had been planned from the beginning.
In a game that has spanned many years, have you really not taken into account the fact that the border barrier is weak and insufficient to resist the Ten Ukrainian Cavalry
perhaps-
Shen Tang frowned: "You said Yan Xingning has a backup plan?"
Jiang Sheng shook his head and said, "I don't know about that."
What backup plan can fill the gap in the border barrier
Jiang Sheng couldn't imagine it.
Shen Tang tried to regain his composure and said calmly, "Now that things have come to this, there is no point in saying more. Pass the order down and get ready. We are going to give Shiwu a big gift!"
If you want to play, play big!
Wait until the Ten Crows' army is far away, and burn down their lair!
Then turn around and attack other tribes with insufficient troops!
No one can escape!
At this time, Xu Quan's happy voice came from outside the tent.
"My lord, Lingde is back."
Shen Tang's eyes lit up, and his depressed mood finally saw a ray of sunshine - after so many days, he finally heard good news.
Two flowers bloom, each showing its own beauty.
Geng State, Qianzhou.
A gray carriage was galloping along the path.
The driver was a young man in disguise.
The boy's features are somewhat similar to those of King Zheng Qiao when he was young.
In the carriage behind me, I could faintly hear a woman sobbing and a child's ignorant questions.
"Mother, why doesn't father come with us?"
"Your father still has some things to do."
The child asked again: "Where are we going now?"
The woman said, "Go to your father's old friend."
The child stopped asking questions after hearing this.
The woman hugged the child tightly and lowered her brows.
Perhaps, in a few days, she would receive news that her good junior fellow apprentice, Zheng Qiao, had been assassinated and died...
Or maybe her husband was tortured to death...