Chapter 469: My Lord! You haven't even grown any gray hair yet!
"Taotie, do you really want to attack the Xiongnu royal court like this? We only have 3,000 people. Do you really have no backup plan? Don't you have any more people like Dun Ruo? Have you instigated one or two Xiongnu tribes to join us..."
Mi Sui, whose arms were below his knees, said in disbelief.
In the distance, Langjuxu Mountain is clearly visible. The majestic mountain range is surrounded by white clouds and the top of the mountain is covered with snow.
The sacred mountain of the Huns was just around the corner, and they would launch a charge after a quarter of an hour of rest. Mi Sui, who had been full of confidence in Ying Chengjiao all the way, could no longer remain calm when he reached the finish line.
Are there really 3,000 people attacking the Xiongnu royal court? Crazy!
Ying Chengjiao, who had disguised himself as Prince Maodun, smiled helplessly.
"This is the Xiongnu court. How can I instigate rebellion? Why would they work for the Qin people? If Maodun had not been desperate, he would not have joined our army."
"But, three thousand people, this..."
"That's enough."
Ying Chengjiao pointed at himself.
"My face is worth thousands of troops."
Mi Sui wanted to say something else, but he still couldn't believe the facts before his eyes. Did three thousand people really break into the royal court?
If he had known this would happen, he would never lead the way. Isn't this just seeking death?
If he wanted to die and assassinate Ying Zheng for revenge, that would be great. Why would he run all the way from Xianyang?
This isn't a thousand-mile raid, this is a thousand-mile grave relocation!
Ying Chengjiao covered his forehead and sighed softly.
"Brother Sui, the battle is imminent, don't shake the morale of the army. If you continue to talk, I will kill you, right?"
Mi Sui sneered.
“Kill quickly! Either way I’m going to die. If I die in your hands I can keep my body intact and avoid being eaten by those beasts!”
Ying Chengjiao chuckled and took a dead branch and held it in his hand.
"Just kidding, how dare I kill you? You are my number one contributor to Fenglangjuxu. If it weren't for your witchcraft, how could I find the king's court? Brother Sui, you said that our Chu's witchcraft is so powerful, how come it was destroyed by Qin?"
Mi Sui knew that Taotie was trying to flatter him and change the subject, but he couldn't help but smile.
The Chu people are proud. This pride comes not only from their blood, but also from their belief - witchcraft.
Mi Sui obtained Maodun's hair and learned about his birth date, and led Ying Chengjiao to find the location of the Xiongnu royal court.
Ying Chengjiao kept exclaiming in amazement on the way and kept asking Mi Sui to take out the GPS.
While staying in Xianyang, Ying Chengjiao chatted with the Chu concubine, Mi Sui, and learned that the Chu witchcraft had the ability of automatic cruising. Ying Chengjiao did not believe it at first.
Adhering to the principle that practice is the only criterion for testing truth, he blindfolded Mi Sui and took him to Luming Garden, asking Mi Sui to show him the way back to Xianyang City.
He couldn't understand what Mi Sui was drawing or writing. Anyway, Mi Sui didn't take off the black cloth at all, and in the end, he really brought him back.
Ying Chengjiao immediately understood why Li Guang got lost but Huo Qubing did not.
Li Xin, Marquis of Longxi, was Li Guang’s ancestor. He suffered a great defeat in the State of Chu, which had a complex terrain, and Li Guang got lost... genetics!
As for Huo Qubing... Ying Chengjiao could not remember the origin of this champion, but he remembered that in his later years, Emperor Wu of Han killed the crown prince because of the witchcraft disaster, and Empress Wei Zifu committed suicide.
Huo Qubing is the nephew of Wei Qing, and Wei Qing is the half-brother of Wei Zifu. If the witchcraft disaster was not groundless, then it would be reasonable for Huo Qubing to use witchcraft to find his way, right?
After seeing Mi Sui blindfolding himself to find his way, Ying Chengjiao also understood why Emperor Wu of Han cared so much about the words "witchcraft".
Maybe it’s not that he’s become senile due to old age, but that there really are such !
"If it weren't for you improving the weapons, the Qin sword would be one foot longer than the Six Kingdoms, humph."
Mi Sui stopped talking here and just shook his head.
Ying Chengjiao imitated Mi Sui and wrote and drew on the ground.
"Can witchcraft kill people thousands of miles away? Can you kill Mao Dun here?"
"...No, but"
"Can witchcraft make people invulnerable to swords and guns, and bring the dead back to life?"
"...No, what you said..."
"Can witchcraft make all the stars fall from the sky and land in any direction you wish?"
"No! What on earth are you trying to say!"
Ying Chengjiao tilted his head, squinted his eyes, broke off a dead branch and handed it to Mi Sui, then swept away the scribblings.
"This is not possible, and that is not possible either. Without an overwhelming advantage, how can we defeat the Qin army with just witchcraft?
"The terrain of Chu is complicated, with swamps and mountains. You can find traces of them with witchcraft, so you think witchcraft is invincible? Brother Sui, with or without me, Chu will perish.
"The Qin State dominated the world by relying on military merit, sophisticated weapons, and the order to recruit talented people...How can you go far if you walk on one leg? Pride and complacency are taboos."
Ying Chengjiao put on an all-round helmet, and his voice became a little muffled after passing through the fine iron net.
"Brother Sui, if you still hold this idea, then follow me back to Xianyang after this battle. You are not suitable to assist Little Taotie."
Mi Sui held two pieces of dry branches, his face gradually turning pale.
"Pass on my military order, Maodun! Everyone mount your horses, carry bows and spears, and follow me to charge towards the White-headed Wolf Mountain!"
Both the men and the horses were wearing armor, and the black light illuminated the universe.
Ying Chengjiao rode his horse ahead, grabbed the reins tightly and shook them hard, then shouted "Gee", and both the man and the horse were covered in shining silver armor, and they rushed out like a flash of lightning!
Behind him, the three thousand guests of Chang'an Junfu bent down slightly to reduce the wind force and shook the reins of their horses vigorously like their master!
"drive!"
There had never been strangers from the south of the desert, but when they arrived, they came with three thousand riders.
People are rising and falling, the wind is whistling in their ears, Ying Chengjiao looks back and sees the crowd like a black cloud, just like you, rising and falling, listening to the singing of the wind.
He squinted his eyes and met the fanatical gazes directed at him.
Xin Qiji led fifty cavalrymen to break through tens of thousands of Jin troops, captured the traitor alive and escaped safely.
I, Ying Chengjiao, have three thousand followers and wear the best armor in the world. Is that not enough? It is enough.
He looked back at Langjuxu, and the Jiaxuan hidden in his body couldn't help but express it!
"I look at my sword under the lamp while drunk, and dream of blowing the horn in the camp. I distribute roasted meat to my subordinates over eight hundred miles away, and the fifty strings play the music from the frontier. I review the troops on the battlefield in autumn.
"The horse is as fast as Lu, the bow is as loud as thunder, the string is vibrating, I have accomplished the king's affairs, won a good reputation in life and after death, but my hair has turned white!"
There was a loud laugh behind me, and the whistling wind could not drown out the sound.
"Your Majesty! You haven't even got any gray hair yet!"
"Call me Prince!"
Ying Chengjiao was very dissatisfied.
"I can think whatever I want, why do you care about me?
"In those days, Laozi was well-versed in the world and enjoyed himself with wine during the blooming season. He wore a light fur coat and a loose belt, and wore an embroidered saddle with golden cords. In the moonlit night, he played flutes and drums on the tower, and in the pear blossom courtyard, he played with a swing rope. Who was he with? He drank five or three cups of wine with a face as beautiful as jade.
"Sigh, the past is empty and desolate. Carrying new hatred, I am wandering again. But what have I waited for in the past few years? I am so lonely. The sea water is connected to the sky and I stare into the distance. The mountain wind blows the rain and the traveler's clothes are thin. At this moment, the skinny horse is alone, and the mood is bad."
A louder laugh came from behind, drowning out the sound of the wind.
"Prince, you just love to be in the spotlight. You always run away first. Loneliness doesn't look for you, so you go find it yourself."
