Chapter 473: He has too many things to do
Wang Xi was old, had a lot of experience, and had made great military achievements.
The veterans joked and made joking remarks with Ying Chengjiao without any scruples.
As for Wang Xi, he has always been restrained.
Among all the veterans, only Liuzi, who had been taking care of the veteran's daily life, was not afraid of the veteran at all.
Liuzi, who was cheering beside Ying Chengjiao and wanting another Milky Way, felt that something was missing in the hustle and bustle. He turned his head and looked around, but did not see the veteran.
He wiped the frozen snot off his nose and threw it away. He parted the crowd with his hand still stained with snot and looked around. He saw the old general sitting under a tree, who had never thought of hiding himself.
Walking on the white snow, Liuzi shouted from a distance:
"Master, come and compete with me, and let the general know that you are still as skilled as ever!"
The veteran did not respond, not even a single move.
Liuzi didn't take it seriously. The veteran was old and a little hard of hearing, and there were always times when he couldn't hear.
He stopped shouting and planned to talk closer. He trotted a few steps and soon approached the old general. He put his hand on his shoulder and said with a smile:
"Master, don't sleep, General..."
The old general's body slid down the tree trunk several inches. Liuzi's smile froze and he stopped talking.
The shoulders felt cold to the touch, which was normal. Liuzi didn't think much about it because everyone on the mountain had cold shoulders.
But he clearly didn't use much effort, so how did he slide down?
"Master..."
The trembling, still water-stained fingers were extended to the veteran's nose.
Normally Liuzi would never dare to do this. Although soldiers don't have so many rules, he is both a personal guard and a butler, so he can't smear his snot on the master's face.
There is no heat.
Liuzi fell to the ground and landed on the master. It was very painful, as if he had fallen on a hard stone, not a soft human body.
Liuzi felt a sore nose and tears welled up in his eyes. He covered his mouth tightly to prevent himself from crying or screaming.
He sat next to the master and followed the master's last line of sight.
There was a general who scolded the old soldier for not knowing the rules and regulations, and said angrily that he had run out of urine.
There is a group of old guys who went through life and death together ten years ago and fought on the battlefield again ten years later.
They reached the sacred mountain of the Huns, Mount Langjuxu, and came to a place that the people of the Central Plains had never set foot on.
It's time to laugh, laugh out loud, and be happy like you are now.
"The master wants to leave in joy, Liuzi understands."
Feng, the wolf lives in Xu.
There is no worship of heaven and earth, no prayers to gods.
A group of old soldiers were laughing and joking on the sacred mountain of the Huns, competing to see who could pee farther and more.
On the top of the Wolf Mountain, which the Xiongnu believed was closest to the gods, there was no god to punish these mortals for their blasphemous behavior. Only the howling north wind and the creaking snow expressed their strong dissatisfaction.
The veterans were in high spirits, but not that high. Much lower than Ying Chengjiao had imagined.
Ying Chengjiao was a little confused at first, but after thinking about it for a while, he figured it out and chuckled.
Fenglangjuxu, the highest achievement of a military general in Chinese history, was not taken seriously by the veterans at all. It was normal that they did not feel excited.
Now is the Qin Dynasty, during the reign of Emperor Qin Shi Huang.
During this period, only Qin State had the right to fight abroad. Qin State was the most powerful country in the surrounding areas, and it suppressed the surrounding Donghu, Xiongnu, and Yuezhi so much that they could not breathe.
A few months ago, Wang Ben, Marquis of Tongwu, used the excuse of losing a Qin soldier to beat up the Donghu several times. The main force of the Donghu is still concentrated on the northeastern border of Qin.
Not for attack, but for self-preservation.
The Qin people were proud at this time. They had already returned all the humiliation they had ever suffered, and now they were the only ones who could humiliate others.
To these veterans, the Xiongnu were nothing, they were just a kind of barbarian people, the kind that were beaten so hard that they dared not say a word.
The current Huns are no longer the Huns that asked the Han Dynasty to seek peace through a marriage policy, nor are they the huge country whose territory is larger than that of the Western Han Dynasty.
Marrying a princess, not daring to speak out when the border is invaded, not daring to fight back when beaten, not daring to say a word when the people's food is robbed...
These humiliations have not yet befallen the Central Plains. It is good enough that the veterans are in the mood to have a urinating competition when facing the Wolf Mountain, which they don't even look down upon.
Although this piece of land does not look suitable for farming, it can be considered an achievement in expanding the territory, so we might as well celebrate it.
This special celebration did not last long, only about an hour, and Ying Chengjiao asked the old soldiers, who were freezing and snotty, to go down the mountain.
The veterans sneezed and yelled as they gathered together.
"You peed on my shoes because of the wind, and I peed against the wind for a meter!"
"It's not even dark yet, you birdman, you're already dreaming?"
"Old Black, with all these skills, how can you not even have a son now?"
“Hahahahahaha…”
Ying Chengjiao also laughed and caught a glimpse of an exceptionally large figure out of the corner of his eye.
Looking closely, it was Wang Xi's sixth son who was carrying him on his back.
He joked as he walked over.
"What's wrong, Prince? Can't you walk anymore? It's only a short distance. You are not as strong as before..."
As he spoke, he reached out to pick up Wang Xi's body and winked at Liuzi, indicating that he should carry him.
The moment their eyes met, Ying Chengjiao saw Liuzi's eyes which were still filled with tears, and the words that were on the tip of his tongue could no longer be said.
He was a skilled martial artist, and he followed the cold wind and did not sense any life from the old general...
With a cold and stiff back, the veteran Ying Chengjiao took a deep breath and took a step forward.
"A general is bound to die on the battlefield. Your Highness, this is a good ending for you. When you introduce me to Wu'an Jun, you should brag a little more. He won't be able to come up and tell the truth from the false."
The noisy and laughing group of veterans quieted down as Ying Chengjiao took one step after another.
They followed Ying Chengjiao, and at first they just walked silently, and most of them did not shed tears.
They have experienced too many life and death situations and have long been accustomed to it. They will soon face such a day.
Just walking and walking.
Suddenly, a sound came from the group, and then spread rapidly like the tide.
The old, hoarse, hollow singing voice echoed on the holy mountain.
There was no sadness, excitement or loneliness on the faces of the singing veterans.
Most of them were frozen to the point of being numb.
"Who says I have no clothes? I share my clothes with you. When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my spears and halberds, so that I can share the same hatred with you.
"Who says I have no clothes? I am with you. When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my spears and halberds and work with you.
"Who says I have no clothes? I will share my clothes with you. When the king raises his army, I will prepare my armor and weapons and go with you."
Qin Feng, the war song of Qin State, is a song of charge.
I don’t know where it came , and I don’t know who sang it first.
This was their last battle. No one would bring them to the general again, and they would never come to the battlefield again.
Their era has passed along with the veterans.
…
"Where's my uncle?"
Ying Jianglu rode his horse at full speed all the way and refused to rest like the soldiers accompanying him, and finally arrived at the Xiongnu royal court.
He jumped off his horse, feeling extremely tired but nervous.
Ying Jianglu, whose face was pale but eyes were frighteningly bright, did not even drink a sip of water. He immediately asked Meng Wu, who was temporarily in charge of the royal court affairs, about his uncle's whereabouts.
Meng Wu told the truth.
Ying Jianglu immediately turned around to look for his horse and was about to go up the mountain to look for it, but was stopped by Meng Wu who grabbed the reins.
"Third Young Master, please take a rest for a while. There is no need to rush."
"I'm not in a hurry! I'm in a hurry for a moment!"
Ying Jianglu suddenly pulled the reins and was about to set off again.
Meng Wu saw that the prince's mental state was very bad, and the accompanying soldiers hurriedly reported that the prince had not rested much on the way, so he ordered his troops to stop him.
"Third Young Master, please take a rest first. Wu will go and find the general for you."
Seeing that he couldn't get out, no matter how Ying Jianglu threatened, Meng Wu refused to let him go.
Although the Third Young Master had a gloomy face and did not dare to tell the truth, he also knew that Father Meng Tian was doing this for his own good, which was different from the restrictions he had been under in Jiuyuan.
He had no choice but to dismount again and said in a deep voice:
"Please call me immediately when my uncle comes back."
"promise."
As soon as the string in my heart relaxed a little, the feeling of fatigue surged up like a mountain torrent.
Ying Jianglu struggled to follow Meng Wu to the resting yurt and drank two pots of water in one breath.
Without even taking off his clothes, he fell on the bed and fell asleep.
He felt like he had just fallen asleep, and hadn't been lying there for half an hour when he heard someone shouting in his ear, asking him to get up.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the uncle he missed day and night sitting beside his bed.
He sat up, looking intimidating without even getting angry, and glanced at the servants in the tent.
"You guys get out!"
"promise."
When he and his uncle were the only ones in the tent , the little face that was Gao Quecheng's faith immediately fell, and he said with a flat mouth:
"Uncle, uncle, my father has passed away."
Ying Chengjiao, who had just arrived at the royal court from Langjuxu Mountain and had been hurriedly called here before the old general's body was even put into the palace, narrowed his eyes slightly.
He patted his third nephew's shoulder with his big hand and transferred his internal energy to calm his third nephew's chaotic emotions.
However, he found that his third nephew, who had always been extreme and dissatisfied with his father and his support for Ying Fusu, was very sad, just like a vast river, but was blocked by the dam of will.
"Cry if you want to."
If you don't express your sorrow in silence, it will harm your body in the long run.
During the rapid march, General Ying was already convinced on horseback that this story was 80% likely to be true.
If Meng Tian really wanted to rebel, why would he use this excuse? He could just send out the Jiuyuan Army to massacre Gaoque City. It's not like Meng Tian has not done that before.
Whenever he thought of the possibility that his father, the greatest emperor of all time, might have really passed away, Ying Jianglu couldn't stop feeling panic and sadness in his heart.
He always thought that he did not have deep feelings for his father, who only recognized his eldest brother as the crown prince. There was no true love in the royal family.
But when he really learned the news of his father's death, the thought of going back to fight for the throne had no trace in his mind. All he had was uncontrollable panic and sadness.
He became the king of the Xiongnu, but his father did not see it...
Little Taotie, who had been trying hard to suppress his emotions, relaxed after his uncle's consolation.
The flood broke the dam and tears flowed down.
He threw himself into Ying Chengjiao's arms and cried , his tears flowing like the endless spring rain.
Ying Chengjiao, who was also very sad about losing his veteran, patted his nephew on the back, and while he was relaxing his internal energy, he comforted him with words.
After a while.
Ying Chengjiao's clothes were all soaked, and Ying Jianglu calmed down.
She lay in his arms, sobbing like a young animal, but she was no longer crying.
Ying Chengjiao held his third nephew in his arms and spoke softly.
"Where did the news come from?"
"Meng Tian, Meng Tian came to Gaoque City to find me and told me that my father had passed away."
"Did Meng Tian say where he died?"
"Tarzan."
Mount Tai is not a sand dune... Ying Chengjiao muttered to himself, and continued to ask softly:
"What else did Meng Tian say?"
Ying Jianglu raised his head, his face was like a map, with marks all over it.
"Meng Tian said that my father wanted my uncle to return to Xianyang and ascend the throne as Qin II."
Ying Chengjiao narrowed his eyes.
"Is that what Meng Tian said?"
"Yes! You want me to come to my uncle as soon as possible, return to Xianyang, ascend the throne and take charge of the overall situation!"
"Uncle knows, you should get some sleep first."
Putting his third nephew on the bed, Ying Chengjiao smiled heartily.
"Don't worry, I have my uncle here, the sky of Qin will not fall."
Ying Jianglu was tired of crying.
After telling my uncle the news, I felt completely relaxed, as if there was nothing to be afraid of anymore as long as my uncle knew about it.
He nodded, and realizing that he had slept for less than a quarter of an hour, after a dozen breaths his breathing became even and he fell asleep.
It was already dark outside the window, but when he arrived at the Xiongnu royal court, it was still bright. He thought he had slept for half a quarter of an hour, but in fact he had slept for two and a half hours.
Ying Chengjiao stood up quietly, rubbed his face vigorously with his hands, and let out a long breath.
He went out and told the servants not to disturb his nephew and let him wake up naturally, then he went to get a basin of cold water to wash his face.
The coldness made him more sober.
He found a retainer who was skilled in using poison and asked him to treat the old general's body, trying his best to preserve its appearance while preventing it from rotting, decaying or smelling.
Fallen leaves return to their roots.
He couldn't bury the old general here, he wanted to take him home and bury him in Qin State.
The servant patted his chest and agreed, promising to complete the task.
Ying Chengjiao breathed a sigh of relief, and temporarily put his mind at ease. Then he called Dun Ruo, Meng Wu, Wei Zhuang, Liu Bang, Fan Kuai and others.
I learned from everyone what happened in Gaoque City and the main force of the Taotie Army when he was attacking the Xiongnu royal court.
Upon learning that Touman used his body to shield Maodun from the arrows before his death, and that his own death helped the son whom he wanted to kill to become the next Chanyu, he sighed:
"He is also a great leader."
After learning that Jing Ke had slit Maodun's throat, Liu Bang put on a show to make the Hun army doubtful and successfully completed the task.
He gave the two of them a huge sum of gold on the spot.
Anything can be delayed, but rewards cannot be delayed.
Wei Zhuang reported to the Third Young Master and beat the drum to cheer them on. When the reinforcements from the small tribes had not arrived, they relied on the soldiers of Gaoque City to defeat the 40,000-strong Hun army. He praised Ying Jianglu highly and was generous with his compliments.
Only then did Ying Chengjiao know about this unexpected incident.
"This kid is really tough. If I were there, I would run as far as I could without armor, but he is not like me.
"If you don't mind, Wei Xiang, why don't you stay and look after this kid? There is no left or right prime minister here, only you, Wei Xiang."
Wei Zhuang did not agree immediately, but his expression showed obvious interest.
Ying Chengjiao did not mention the matter again, and asked in detail what had happened. After rewarding everyone according to their merits, he asked everyone to disperse.
Wearing a human skin mask, he performed a show in front of a group of tribal leaders.
He has so much to do.
