"Oh, are you in a meeting?" Zhao Changhe smiled and moved closer to Huangfu Qing to look at the map. "Have you found the main force of the Vulture Fang and are you discussing how to fight?"
All the generals in the tent turned their heads away, but the temple shamans who were sitting there quickly prostrated themselves on the ground and kowtowed.
The figure carrying the god's head and walking towards the altar left a huge psychological shadow on them.
Huangfu Qing gnashed his teeth even harder when he saw them like that. His voice seemed to come out from between his teeth: "It's freezing cold, and the King of Zhao is newly married. Why doesn't he stay in bed for three more days?"
Actually, it's not so bad to say that it's freezing cold, although it's a bit cold now. As long as it doesn't rain, martial artists don't even feel the cold. Huangfu Qingtang is a fire cultivator, so it's even better. But when the words "newlyweds" and "bed" are added, the sour taste is almost corroding the general's tent, it's too sour.
Everyone's heads tilted even more, and Huangfu Shaozong even wanted to laugh.
Since childhood, I never thought that my impetuous sister would have such a moment. From this point alone, Huangfu Shaozong really wanted to meet Wu Hou Tang Buqi, with whom he had been friends for a long time, to exchange experiences of being beaten since childhood, and recall the bitter past and think of the sweet past.
Zhao Changhe said with a sullen face: "I calculated with my fingers that a war is about to break out here, so I came to help the Marshal..."
"Old man, what kind of old man are you?" Huangfu Qing said coldly, "Are you the kind of old man who is in contrast to other people's old wives? You are so old that your teeth are about to fall out, but you are still getting married. I have never seen such a shameless person..."
"Let's get married too." Zhao Changhe defeated the Marshal with just five words.
“… You are so shameless, but you know your shame.” The Marshal’s eyes wandered around unconsciously, and he caught a glimpse of his brother who was laughing secretly. He jumped up and down in anger: “I asked you to give me advice, but it’s useless! You are more skilled than the old man in the capital in drinking tea and cracking melon seeds! Get out of here, I want to discuss military affairs with the King of Zhao!”
The general could no longer hold his dignity, and all his generals dispersed.
You said that others are getting married even though they are old, but you are not old? When she heard about getting married, her face was full of light, white and rosy, wow.
The military tent was suddenly empty, with only potato rinds as the last drop.
Huangfu Qing stiffened his neck and stared at the swaying tent without blinking: "When will it end?"
Zhao Changhe said, "Anytime... Since the old general is here, we should let him preside over it."
That's right... Huangfu Qing's face was ruddy, but he still looked straight ahead: "The identity of this queen mother..."
"You use the identity of Suzaku, so you have to wear a veil anyway... It's enough to just explain it away. Whoever dares to spread the word that Suzaku is the queen mother, beat him up."
"What if someone secretly takes notes on unofficial history?"
"Who cares about that kind of unofficial history? There are XX secret histories all over the world, from every dynasty, who cares about it..."
In fact, if you search in Beijing now, you may find that there are already secret histories of the King of Zhao, saying that he was corrupt in the palace, and that the Queen Mother and the Emperor served together... So there are too many secret histories of each dynasty, so no one takes the true story here seriously, right? People in the world today may still take it seriously, after all, everyone really knows... The more it is spread, the less people will take it seriously.
I really want to thank all the short essay writers of all generations.
Huangfu Qing's face looked as if water was about to come out of it: "I want to be before Tang Wanzhuang."
Zhao Changhe stopped talking.
Huangfu Qing didn't force him to answer this. Anyway, it was not appropriate for the empress dowager to return to Beijing to get married with her status. It would be enough to get married in the army as a token of her appreciation. It would be enough after the war. Did Tang Wanzhuang still want to get ahead
Humph.
That stinky disciple should just wait patiently. I am helping you to become the emperor and build your kingdom, so what's wrong with using your man first
Huangfu Qing's mood improved immediately, but she still said with a tense face: "Let's talk business. Why did you suddenly appear here? I feel that your injury has not healed completely. Why don't you rest for a while?"
Zhao Changhe saw her standing by the desk looking at a map, wearing a cloak and soft armor, she looked so handsome that he felt itchy in his heart.
Seeing that there was no one around, she hugged the Marshal's waist from behind, put her chin on her shoulder, and looked at the map on the table together: "They say I know you're in trouble just by counting on my fingers, so of course I have to help."
"No trouble. We have won such a difficult battle. Now we are just cleaning up the mess. How can there be any trouble? Do you really think that you can't fight without me?" Huangfu Qing struggled for a while and said with his neck stiff, "Let go. What kind of words are you talking about in the military tent?"
In fact, he struggled weakly. Huangfu Qing really liked the way he hugged her and looked at the pictures together. It was very intimate and warm. Especially when he really appeared in the military tent when he was in the most troublesome time, he felt very happy and wanted to be with him.
She drove away the generals, not because she was embarrassed, but because she wanted to be alone with her lover. Anyway, those idiots couldn't help with the discussion, so why were they standing there
How could Zhao Changhe not feel her little bit of arrogance, so he smiled and said, "Then I'll let you go."
"You dare? You dared to hug Yue Hongling in front of so many people, so what's wrong with hugging me?"
Zhao Changhe almost laughed out loud: "What happened?"
Huangfu Qing pouted and continued to look at the map. "I can't find the vulture fang... My spiritual sense can only sense far away. If I can't sense it, it must be out of range. But Mobei is so big. Even if I use my spiritual sense to scan, I have to choose a direction to scan. I called all the generals together to discuss which direction is most likely. It turns out that they are all useless. They don't have any opinions at all. It seems that everyone wants to go back to the Holy Mountain to hold a celebration banquet."
Zhao Changhe smiled and said, "That's normal. We thought it was over, but we had to fight again. We didn't even get a good night's sleep... We still have to make a quick decision. If it drags on, no one will want to fight anymore."
Huangfu Qing said: "That's why I'm anxious! Speaking of which, I suddenly feel that it doesn't matter whether you come or not. In terms of the range of spiritual perception, you are not as good as me."
Zhao Changhe said: "Indeed, it seems that my coming here is useless? I am not as good as the Marshal in judging war."
Huangfu Qing snorted, "It's okay, Xiao Hezi is here, at least he can provide emotional value to me... Hey, don't touch me!"
No matter how soft the Marshal's soft armor is, it is still armor and feels hard. Xiao Hezi was originally stroking his lower abdomen, but then he moved down to his legs.
Huangfu Qing said angrily: "You are here to provide emotional value, not to mess with me! I am considering military affairs, don't get in the way."
Zhao Changhe said: "If Xiaohezi can provide military intelligence reference to the Marshal, how will the Marshal reward him?"
Huangfu Qing's eyes flickered as she bit her lower lip: "If you really knew, I would accept any absurdity you want to have. I have played all kinds of absurd things with you... Hey, wait a minute,"
Zhao Changhe quietly unbuttoned the hem of her armor, lifted her cape, and pulled her back by her waist. The Marshal subconsciously fell on the table and turned back angrily: "You haven't said anything yet..."
"But the Marshal's heroic appearance is so alluring... You know, I was drooling every day during the march."
Huangfu Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You were quite good at pretending a few days ago."
"Because the military situation was tense a few days ago, who would dare to mess around..."
"What about now? Is there no military intelligence?"
"Because they are about 500 to 600 miles away from us... Because of our seven-day ultimatum, they are on extremely tight alert. We can go slowly. On the seventh day, they think we are all in the Holy Mountain for a meeting and are the most slack. We can suddenly show up at that time and fight."
Huangfu Qing was stunned: "That's true, but how do you know their movements so clearly?"
"I am your husband."
"Hey hey... Damn it, this is the central army's tent, you are really taking it off! Hiss..."
The commander lay on the table, his slender hands clenched into fists, his armor still on, his cape blazing. But his clothes were quietly pulled down to his knees, and the enemy army advanced into the hills.
Huangfu Qing looked at the tent door nervously, feeling that this guy had planned such a scene long before he asked her to be the commander-in-chief. It was too shameful. But the witch felt a little excited. She really didn't like the man who followed the rules...
"Aren't you really afraid... of someone breaking in and seeing you..." The Marshal faced the attack with seductive eyes, biting his fingers and complaining.
"Don't worry, it won't do anything else. It can solidify and isolate the surrounding air, so that no one can get close to the tent. This is still possible... and our voices won't be heard."
Finally, suppressed groans were heard in the military tent, but no one outside could hear it.
Huangfu Shaozong and others gathered in the center of the camp to eat, and they were all discussing in low voices how to find the Vulture Tribe. From time to time, they turned their heads to look in the direction of the general's tent, thinking that this matter was very difficult. I'm afraid that the general and King Zhao's secret discussion will not come to any conclusion. Look, it's been so long, and they haven't even eaten...
No one dared to think that the majestic and murderous Lord Suzaku would actually do such a thing in the military tent...
Half an hour later, the commander stepped out of the tent in neat armor and heroic manner: "Have you finished eating? Get ready to go."
Huangfu Shaozong was stunned: "Marshal, have you eaten?"
"The King of Zhao brought dry food, and he has eaten enough." Huangfu Qing said seriously: "The location of the Vulture Tribe has been determined after many deductions between the King of Zhao and I. We can assemble the army and set off."
"where?"
"In the north, the vast ocean."
… …
Hanhai, like Erhai Lake in Miaojiang, is called a sea, but it is actually a large lake. It was earlier called Beihai, and is now called Lake Baikal. It is a large freshwater lake that is large enough for tribes to reproduce.
However, due to the extremely cold climate, there are very few tribes that can actually live here permanently, and the surrounding area is vast and sparsely populated, with almost no human habitation.
At this moment in the southern part of the vast sea, the Vulture Tribe was stationed in a lake bay. As the cold lake wind blew, many old, weak, women and children in the tribe shivered and hid in leaky tents to warm themselves by the fire.
Not to mention the old and weak, even many strong and strong elite soldiers could not hold on.
Unlike the well-supplied Han army, they temporarily fled from the battlefield and temporarily returned to the tribe to organize a large-scale retreat, and they could not carry many things. Just like Batu, who was driven away by Timur, he huddled in the desert. If it weren't for Sanniang contacting Yingwu for support, he would have almost died. They were better off than Batu, at least they took the initiative to evacuate, but the benefit was limited. At least they didn't have time to carry cattle and sheep, and resources were very scarce.
But everyone knew that the Han army would not stay here for too long and would definitely return to the capital. Once they left, other tribes would suffer heavy casualties in this battle, and this huge grassland would be the world of the Vulture Tribe, for which they had been prepared.
It is entirely foreseeable that they will sweep southward and establish a brand new Vulture Court.
This is the rise of the carrion vultures picking at the corpses of the Golden Horde.
In fact, there are several other options for the Vulture Tribe to hide. The reason for choosing the vast sea is because Vulture Fang can be sure that Timur will hide in the vast sea.
There should be a secret place under the sea, which is the place where Timur rose to prominence in his early years. He must find it and kill Timur before he recovers from his injury, otherwise if Timur recovers from his injury, he will be the first to suffer.
Unfortunately, the vast sea is so huge that it is really hard to find a secret place. The Vulture Tribe had to guard against the Han army and search for the secret place, so they didn't find it in a short time.
Vulture Fang was not in a hurry. As we all know, it is not easy to heal such a wound. Changsheng Tianshen was seriously injured overseas and has not recovered for several months. Bo'e was injured in the battle of Taimiao and became a marginal person afterwards. This was also the main reason why the Han army decided to march north. Timur's injury this time was definitely not lighter than theirs, and it would take several months to heal.
Then we will slowly search for them, and it will be easier to do things when the Han army returns... Zhao Changhe said that all tribes will go to the holy mountain to worship within seven days... Let alone whether the tribes in the distance can make it in time, or whether this order is a bit unreasonable, the conqueror is qualified to say unreasonable things. For Vulture Fang, this time means a node - after this worship, the main force of the Han army must withdraw, and it is impossible for all members to eat sand in Mobei for a long time.
The most that could be left behind would be a light cavalry of several thousand men, who would support defectors like Batu to establish one or more vassal states, allowing them to kill the tribes that "dared not to come to pay homage", and letting the tribes of the grasslands to fight and consume themselves again, so that they would not be able to recover for a hundred years. This would be the greatest strategic significance that the Middle-earth Dynasty could achieve.
So the most dangerous time is actually the few days before the pilgrimage. After you get through it, the only opponents you will face are Batu and his people...
Vulture Fang released the vultures of his own tribe, but they did not dare to approach the holy mountain and only patrolled the airspace within a few hundred miles of his own territory. Six or seven days passed, and there was no movement.
Mobei is so big, and unlike the Holy Mountain and the Royal Court, we don't have such a clear target. If the other party wants to find us, we really don't know how to find them. Vulture Hunting Fang thought about it and felt that there was no way.
On the seventh day, the originally nervous patrol soldiers, including Vulture Fang himself, breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, Zhao Changhe and Huangfu Qing's group could only be hosting their audience ceremony on the Holy Mountain, so how could they suddenly come to this barren sea.
All the patrolling scouts came back to warm themselves by the fire. It was so cold that no one could stand it.
"I've said it before, Zhao Changhe is not a god either. Their true strength is actually not as good as Changshengtian's... The reason they succeeded by chance this time was actually the result of Changshengtian's injury. They just took advantage of the situation, they are not heroes!"
"That's right... Actually, they are injured now, right? If you dare to come, I will chop them all up."
"How is that possible? I said it a few days ago. There is no need to be so nervous and alert. If it were you or me who broke into the Holy Mountain, we would have rewarded the three armies with money and women. Just playing with those pious female shamans who serve the gods on the Holy Mountain is enough to entertain us for seven days and seven nights. Who would come out to eat?"
"Your words are so disrespectful to Changshengtian..."
"They're already dead, why bother showing respect to them? Those female shamans have rough skin and are not interesting. When we conquer the grasslands and break through the pass, the women in the Central Plains with delicate skin and tender flesh will be interesting... Great Khan, don't you agree?"
Vulture Fang was drinking, and although he didn't join in his subordinates' boasting, he had a smile on his face.
He thought so too.
As long as he finds Timur and obtains his Golden Wolf technique from him, he will be able to break through to the realm of control and try to replace Changshengtian.
As for people like Zhao Changhe and Zhuque Xuanwu, anyone with a discerning eye can see that they can't stay in the secular world for long. Sooner or later, they will do what a god should do, such as going to heaven. What will happen to the human world then
Amid the commotion, a scout came running in from outside: "Great Khan, Great Khan! Enemy attack, enemy..."
"Swoosh!" A long arrow flew from somewhere and nailed the scout who brought the news in front of the tent.
Everyone's face changed color. Vulture Fang stood up suddenly and heard the thunderous sound of horse hooves approaching. Outside, they could hear the screams of their own people and horses, and flames illuminated the sky red.
"What's going on!" Vulture Hunting Fang rushed out with a spear in his hand, and saw Huangfu Qing riding his horse into the tent and leading the crowd to charge.
"Dang!" Vulture Hunting Fang blocked the attack with his spear, but was knocked back more than ten steps by the terrifying impact force. He bumped into his subordinates behind him and barely stood firm.
Zhao Changhe's big face appeared in front of him: "Vulture Khan, long time no see."
Looking at this young man who had once struggled to connect with his spear in the battle array, Vulture Fang was in disbelief. How did he find this place, and how did he appear here inexplicably on the seven-day audience date he had set? Vulture Fang racked his brains but couldn't figure it out.
What I can’t figure out the most is this: “How could your army suddenly appear… My vultures didn’t give me any news.”
"The art of true illusion can be used by the immortal god, but I, Zhao Changhe, can't use it?" Zhao Changhe smiled and slashed with his sword: "Although I can't use it on the army, it should be no problem to deceive low-intelligence birds like vultures."
"Dang!" Vulture Fang blocked Zhao Changhe's knife, and his heart was slightly moved. This knife was much weaker than Huangfu Qing's spear. Zhao Changhe's injury was obviously not healed yet, and now he was at most equal to himself. He suddenly shouted: "Zhao Changhe, what kind of hero is it to attack by surprise? If you have the ability, fight this Khan alone!"
"Ha..." Zhao Changhe laughed: "Although what you said is stupid, it is actually true... The Vulture Khan left a big psychological shadow on me back then, and I also want to see how the battle between you and me will turn out today."
Vulture Fang was ecstatic. Was Zhao Changhe blinded by his successive victories? If he dared to challenge him, wouldn't everything be turned upside down if he could capture him alive
"Then King Zhao, pay attention!" A spear containing the vulture's fang and a lifetime of strength stabbed fiercely at Zhao Changhe's face.
Zhao Changhe smiled slightly, Longque pressed the side of the spear and cut along the shaft.
A very basic sword move.
But Vulture Hunting Fang was horrified to find that no matter how hard he tried, he could not pull the spear back to its original position, and could only watch helplessly as the knife cut his fingers.
What's going on? His strength is obviously just that good, so why is it that my own strength is being completely suppressed
"This is Yu Jing's understanding of the rules of the world. It seems that I am still injured and my strength is about the same, but everyone's understanding of strength is different." Zhao Changhe pressed down his spear as if he was giving him a lesson, but the blade stopped beside his hand and did not cut it.
Vulture Hunting Fang didn't know why Zhao Changhe held back, and tried hard to pull out the spear, but suddenly there was a gust of wind and thunder behind his head.
A violent battle axe chopped down fiercely.
Vulture Fang looked back in horror and saw Timur's hateful and resentful eyes.
He had been hiding in the vast sea for such a long time, and he didn't even wait for Zhao Changhe to leave. Instead, he took advantage of this opportunity to attack. He didn't care at all that he would die if he attacked. It seemed that he only wanted to take the head of Vulture Fang with his own hands!
And Zhao Changhe seemed to have discovered it long ago, and was cooperating with Timur, leaving the head for him
Vulture Fang wanted to draw his spear, but couldn't. He wanted to dodge, but was frozen in place by Timur's violent murderous intent. In just a moment, the battle axe chopped off half of Vulture Fang's head, and his brains flew everywhere.
The vulture that wanted to eat the carrion had its head chopped off by the 5th Khan himself. The dream of rising up and replacing the enemy completely dissipated into the vast ocean along with the shouts and wails around it.
Zhao Changhe kicked the body of Vulture Fang aside and waved his sword: "Great Khan, please."
Timur glanced at Huangfu Qing who was guarding the side and said calmly: "I killed this beast and died without regrets. I can't stop you all from attacking me at the same time, so why do you still have to act like a hero?"
Zhao Changhe said: "Because the Khan is a hero, he has the right to a more respectful death."
Timur smiled slightly: "Zhao Changhe has risen to prominence in such a short time, but he has so many friends. There is indeed a reason. Then... look at the axe."
The battle axe whistled towards him, and Huangfu Qing beside him sighed and shook his head. Even Huangfu Shaozong and others sighed.
This axe is too weak. It is no longer the best in the world after the death of Xia Longyuan, the Khan of the Golden Horde who once dominated the grassland.
He might not even be able to defeat Vulture Fang if fighting alone... The axe strike that killed Vulture Fang was one that he put his last bit of energy into, and he had no regrets in the first strike.
"clang!" The dragon bird broke into the axe force and cut through it solidly.
The battle axe broke and blood appeared.
The golden band on Timur's forehead broke, revealing a long knife scar. He then looked up at the sky and whispered, "Thank you. So many people were buried with me."
The burly corpse fell to the ground with a thud, and he listened to the screams of the vultures around him, smiling until his death.
Zhao Changhe looked at Timur's body and sighed softly.
The importance of some people lies in the fact that as long as they are not dead, the battle is not over.
The book of chaotic times would not move before his death, no matter how many days passed.
However, the blind man did not write in too much detail about this battle for the destiny of the world and the country that lasted for nearly a month and spanned the entire China and the grasslands and deserts. He just briefly talked about the battle report.
"In February, the Han Dynasty mobilized three armies and launched a two-pronged northern expedition."
"Huangfu Qing led the light cavalry to gallop across the desert east, and fought for thousands of miles, heading straight for the Holy Mountain. The God of Immortality set a trap himself, but Zhao Changhe was able to break the illusion with his true strength. Huangfu Qing defeated Bo'e's army outside the Holy Mountain. Xue Canghai killed Hu Yinletai in battle formation, and the Han army advanced a hundred miles and trampled the temple. Zhao Changhe, Huangfu Qing, and Yue Hongling used their magical powers to cut off the head of the God of Immortality and offer sacrifice to it, and sealed it in the Wolf Mountain. Bo'e lost all hope and was killed by Huangfu Qing."
"In this battle, the world lost its color, and all the fighters were injured. Zhao Changhe ran out of ammunition and food, and Li Shentong was seriously injured with a broken arm, and his cultivation was temporarily suspended. The ancient demon god Jiuyou appeared in the dark to steal the treasure, but was defeated by Zhao Changhe. Jiuyou Demon God sent a frivolous man thousands of miles away, making him a laughing stock in the world."
Zhao Changhe: “?”
Jiuyou: “…”
"The second on the Heavenly Ranking, Bo'e has fallen."
"Third on the Human Ranking, Huyinletai has fallen."
"Huangfu Yongxian crossed the desert, Xuanwu broke through the wind and sand, and joined Timur's army to hunt in the north of the desert. Xuanwu turned the desert into a swamp, and the cavalry was exhausted, so they had to fight on foot. Batu Yingwu attacked from the east, Wu Weiyang attacked from the west, and Vulture Lieya made his own plans and retreated from the battlefield. Huangfu Yongxian took advantage of the situation and attacked, and the Hu army was defeated. Chili committed suicide in the chaos, and the rest surrendered. All the tribes fled, and the wind was blowing, and the grass and trees were all soldiers, and the corpses were lying for a hundred miles."
"The fifty-first on the Human Ranking, the demon fox Chi Li has fallen."
"Ying Wu Xuanwu fought against Timur together. Yue Hongling flew his sword for thousands of miles and Timur was defeated and fled. Huangfu Yongxian broke into the royal court and the Golden Horde was destroyed."
"The Vultures retreated to the vast sea, and they could not find Timur. On the seventh day, Huangfu Qing led his men to raid the army camp and defeated the Vultures. Vulture Fang challenged Zhao Changhe to a duel, and Timur was beheaded with an axe. Timur fought Zhao Changhe again, but his crown was shattered and his axe was broken, and he died by the vast sea."
"The number one on the Heavenly Ranking, Timur has fallen."
"Twenty on the Earth Ranking, Vulture Fang falls."
"The war between the Hu and Han lasted for a month and finally came to an end. The Heaven, Earth and Human Rankings were wiped out in one battle."
"Two people on the Heavenly Ranking have fallen. Judging by their comprehensive performance, Zhao Changhe, who was originally number ten on the Heavenly Ranking, has been promoted to number one, and the rest will take their places in turn."
"Number one on the Heavenly Ranking, Zhao Changhe."
"Drinking horses from the vast sea, sealing the wolf's lair. Going west to the great river, the counties of Qilian."
When writing the last two sentences, the blind man looked up at the sky.
This day was only two and a half years since Zhao Changhe traveled through time and space to this world.
[End of Volume 8]
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PS: I’ve been too busy during the Chinese New Year, I don’t know if I can guarantee an update tomorrow, I’ll try my best.
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