i am afraid

Beiling is extremely cold in winter, and the land of Mobei is even colder for thousands of miles. Warm blood flows out of people's bodies, and before they fall to the ground, they will freeze into solid ice. The silent scene is even more shocking.

Jiang Ling pulled the knife out from the chest of a Hun general. The blade was stained with blood. The blood that hadn't had time to freeze into ice slid down the pattern on the handle, and it was sticky. Throw it to the soldiers immediately behind you.

"This knife is not bad. It has cut so many people, but it doesn't have a curly blade."

The lieutenant general of Xuanjia beside him took off his helmet, revealing a handsome face soaked in sweat. He wiped the sweat from his brow, panted and said: "After this battle is over, I can finally rest. I have to go back and be a master for a few days."

Jiang Ling raised his head and cast his eyes into the distance. In the distance was the continuous snowfield, which was almost the same color as the sky.

"No, keep fighting until the royal court."

Pei Yue was stunned. He pointed in the direction of Beiling in disbelief: "You are about to ascend the throne, so why fight? Let me tell you that the king's capital is not at peace. If you don't rush back as soon as possible, in case something happens It's not a joke!"

Jiang Ling turned around to look at him, and a hint of rebelliousness flashed through his black and white eyes, "The opportunity to fight is fleeting, this is just in case, as for the king's capital, there will be no accidents, no one can fight with me."

Pei Yue wanted to smash the skull of His Royal Highness Prince Chen to see what was inside, his Jiang family was not the Pei family, and there was no one else in the sixth generation of the Pei family except him!What about him?His brothers Qin Wangrui, Wang An, Wang Ning, and a seventh prince who was born to a concubine, who is the fuel-efficient lamp?

Jiang Ling couldn't listen to Pei Yue's words at all. He had fought several times with the leader of the Xiongnu army. Although he had won several battles, he was still unable to wipe them out completely. After getting off, he got on his horse and ordered the army to return to camp for a day of rest, and then go out to battle the next day.

Pei Yue was helpless, the crown prince passed away unexpectedly, the Pei family had offended all the princes early on, and could only put their treasures on such an uneasy master.I am not afraid of my master being mediocre, but I am afraid of my master being wise. What I am most afraid of is that being wise is not enough. Indeed a lot.

Pei Yue sighed, feeling that he was going to be more than ten years old, he rubbed his frozen face, and rode his horse to follow.

The soldiers are resting, and the generals are busy with more important things, such as distributing the spoils.

The Huns are a typical polarization. The nobles wear gold and silver, and live better than the nobles in the royal capital, but the tribesmen freeze to death and starve to death in patches when winter comes. The same is true on the battlefield. The generals of the Xiongnu always carried valuable ornaments on their bodies, and the swords on their bodies were far more sophisticated than the generals of Daxian, so every time it was time to share the spoils, the scene would become extremely lively, with occasional smashing and looting. Wait for something bad to happen.

Jiang Ling half leaned on the tiger leather cushion and squinted, holding the statistics of casualties reported by the generals of each battalion in his hand. Pei Yue sat under him and recorded the specific situation of the distribution of spoils. Originally, this job was done by a special person. Yes, but this time in order to chase the Huns, they marched to the hinterland of Mobei in a hurry. The soldiers could barely keep up. dropped.

"... Li Canjun, a set of black gold armor, Yueqi school captain Wang Liang, a pair of horses, um, Lieutenant Zhou Zhiqing, two silver scabbard scimitars, three red bearded horses, a set of black armor, black gold armor Three sets, 29 pairs of red tassels, [-] pairs of mustache trousers, three pairs of wolf tooth bracelets, and five horseshoes."

The more Pei Yue read, the more something went wrong. He raised his head and scanned the generals, "Who is Zhou Zhiqing?"

Jiang Ling also raised his head, and he raised his eyebrows: "Captain?"

Xianchao made generals with military merits, killed ten people to become ten commanders, killed a hundred people to become commanders of hundreds, and killed a thousand people to become column leaders, because a column is exactly [-] people, and five columns form a battalion, and the column leader is promoted to another level. You can be called a general.

But in real terms, no one can kill so many people with his own hands. Generally, after becoming a commander-in-chief, he can lead ten soldiers under his command. You can become a centurion, and at the same time, the credit of the soldiers will not be obliterated. This is the normal state in the army.

Jiang Ling had an army of 50 in his hand, and he brought out a total of 20 in this rapid march, but even so, he had no impression of the column leader who followed him in battle and commanded thousands of people?

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, trying to find out this strange man who would not let go of a horseshoe, but to no avail, Pei Yue put the inkstone close to the candle and baked it to melt the ink that had frozen into a piece of ice, and then continued: "Zhou Zhiqing, You come out, I don't doubt you, but I can't recognize the words you wrote later, come and dictate to me."

Still no one answered, and now even Jiang Ling was surprised, and asked, "Anything else?"

Pei Yue hummed heavily, and showed Jiang Ling a piece of paper with words written on both sides. Jiang Ling just glanced at it, and was shocked by the uncanny handwriting and densely packed trophies. I'm a little skeptical, I've never heard of any battalion under him who is so brave and can get so much spoils from a small-scale battle.

At this time, a thin and weak voice sounded: "My lord, I know Zhou Zhiqing. He is in the Southern Camp under Captain Chang Tian. He has less than 300 people under his command, and he is not qualified to enter the big account."

Jiang Ling raised his eyebrows, "Captain Changtian, 300 people kill [-] enemies, such a person has never been promoted?"

The captain who was named turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and said, "My lord, there is a misunderstanding about this matter. The subordinates did let him lead a thousand soldiers at the beginning, but it didn't take long for Zhou Zhiqing to send all of them away." After he was released, the subordinates later found out that he was a fool at all!"

Pei Yue became more and more interested in this person. He took the stack of papers full of words and carefully identified them. He found that what Captain Changtian said was probably right, and even an eight-year-old child could not write such ugly words. It was as if someone had written his hand stroke by stroke.

Jiang Ling waved his hand when he heard the words, as if temporarily letting Captain Chang Tian go, but he still said: "When the battle is over, if this man is still alive, bring him to see me."

Captain Changtian hurriedly responded.

Pei Yue's whole body was broken. He really didn't want to fight this battle anymore. He wanted to be a soft-spoken lady in the capital, with a chariot inlaid with gold, jade, and tassels made of pearls. Taiwan, enjoying all the famous flowers, it is really endless romance, countless romances.Instead of being here, stabbing the knife into the stomach of the Huns countless times a day, and then bringing out a section of bloody intestines.

Thinking of the king's capital, Pei Yue regained his energy. While recording, he said to Jiang Ling: "My lord, what about the thousand-year-old warm jade we found in the tent of King Youxian of the Huns a few days ago? Didn't you give it to your sweetheart? I I will exchange that sweat horse with you, I declare in advance that I will give it away when I get back."

Jiang Ling didn't raise her head: "I've already given it away, sweetheart."

Pei Yue looked at him with eyes that looked at a hungry ghost: "Can't I give other things to my sweetheart? Gem silk, gold beads and jade ornaments, what do you have? I'm going to give it to Xiaoyan. My body is not good, my hands are cold and my feet are cold..."

Jiang Ling raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Xiao Yan is the person I miss the most, and I gave it to him."

Pei Yue stopped talking, he felt very tired, there is no more pitiful subordinate than him in this world, he is not afraid of mediocre masters, he is afraid of wise masters, the most fearful thing is that wisdom is not enough, he is bloody, A wise master who is always full of blood is not the scariest thing. The scariest thing is a wise master who is always full of blood. He also likes to joke, can this be better!

That being said, aside from these bad elements, Pei Yue felt that the Pei family had made the right bet. When the crown prince. When the party was in full swing, the relationship with several princes was not very good. There was only one sixth prince because he was still young. , her biological mother died young and was fostered in the East Palace. She has had a good relationship with him since she was a child. Because of this friendship, the Pei family has a detached status among the forces that later approached. 30 years of scenery.

But the premise of these assumptions is that he wants to ascend the throne!Could it be that those ministers in the capital will take the initiative to wait until the old man dies and come to Mobei to put him in a crown and a crown?It would be nice not to stab him in the back!

"General, there is news from the Jade Bird Camp. Those from the capital said they can only report to the prince. See you?" Just as he was about to go to bed, the commander of Pei Yue's personal soldiers hurried over.

Pei Yue wiped his face, and stuffed a yellowed book in his hand into the bottom of the pillow as if nothing had happened: "See you."

There is no priority for news from the capital, even if the old man farted while sitting on the dragon chair, it is a big deal.

In the middle of the night, the bell in the palace rang three times. Jiang Yan woke up from his sleep. Zhou Ning didn't even have time to dress neatly. He crawled in and knelt on the ground: "Young Master, Your Majesty, you are dead."

Jiang Yan blinked, but before he could react, a row of imperial guards had already surrounded the East Palace. The commander of the imperial guards lifted his foot and kicked open the door of the inner hall. The guards behind him pulled out their knives. The light of the sword flashed across Jiang Yan's face, reflecting his confused eyes.

"Six palaces are under martial law, you are not allowed to...move." The commander of the forbidden army, who was shouting majesticly, walked in, and suddenly, like a duck being strangled, his face flushed to the root of his neck, and he said dryly.