The two stood side by side by the lake, watching the sunset completely submerge in the western horizon before remounting their horses.
Before the two of them could wait, they ran down the slope and met up with the convoy.
In the distance, the sound of hoofbeats is approaching.
Yun Chu reined in his horse and looked up, only to see a black shadow on the western horizon, leaning against the only remaining afterglow of the setting sun.
On the black flag, the blood-like word "Chen" was particularly obvious amidst the rising smoke.
"He's here, let's go down!"
Shen Fengchu whispered and galloped down the slope.
When the two of them met the convoy waiting on the road, the group of cavalry in the distance had already rushed forward.
The leader had already jumped off his horse from a distance and came towards Shen Fengchu with a smile.
This man looked to be in his mid-twenties, about the same height as Shen Fengchu, but much stronger than him. His muscular body was wearing a dark red Northwest Army uniform and a neat black half-length leather armor. , carrying a black chain gun behind him that can be inserted and closed.
His appearance can barely be called handsome, but his eyes are dark and deep.
This person is none other than Shen Zilong, who is regarded as one of his own and is known as the "Little King of the Northwest".
Shen Zilong stopped in front of Shen Fengchu's horse. He did not salute, but stretched out his hand to help him catch the reins of the horse. His tone was casual like a brother's, "You brat, are you willing to come back?"
Shen Fengchu turned over and dismounted and said with a smile, "No matter how good Fengtian is, it is still someone else's home. This wind and sand in the northwest makes Fengchu panic even if he doesn't see it for a day!"
Shen Zilong laughed, "That's right, we men from the northwest cannot live without the wind and sand here!"
"Did the old man ask you to come?" Shen Fengchu asked in a low voice.
"Is your butt itchy again?" Shen Zilong glanced at him, "Let me tell you, you don't have the ability for me to come to greet you personally. I am here to greet our Crown Princess!"
With that said, Shen Zilong turned sideways and bowed to Yun Chu on horseback.
"The throne of the Northwest, Shen Zilong and the Wild Wolf Regiment of the Northwest Army, respectfully pay respect to Your Highness the Princess!"
Yunchu sat on the horse, looked down at the man whose whole body smelled of blood, and said calmly, "Thank you, General!"
"It's your honor!" Shen Zilong said politely, turned around and waved, his tone regaining the character of a general, "Escort the Crown Prince and Crown Princess back to the city!"
As soon as the order was given, the thousand riders immediately divided into two teams, with 500 people leading the way and 500 people arriving behind the convoy to escort them.
During this time, there was not a single noisy human voice, and even the horses did not make any unnecessary hoofbeats, showing that they were well-trained.
Peeping the leopard in the tube.
From the performance of these thousand people, it was not difficult for Yun Chu to see Shen Zilong's prestige in the Northwest Army.
There are hundreds of thousands of Northwest Army, of which one hundred thousand are cavalry. The prestige of the Northwest Cavalry is no less than that of Fengqi Battalion, and the Wild Wolf Regiment of the Northwest Army, numbering 20,000, is the elite of these 100,000 elites.
Because of the heavy trust and Shen Fengchu's failure to live up to expectations, as Shen Fengchu gets older, the Northwest Army has unknowingly tilted in the direction of Shen Zilong. Shen Zilong, who has already controlled the entire Wild Wolf Regiment, if he really If you want to rebel, it is definitely not impossible to succeed.
No wonder Shen Fengchu wanted to let her go to Yemayuan first. It seems that this time the internal troubles in the northwest will not be easy to deal with.
The so-called raising tigers is a recipe for disaster, and it refers to people like Shen Zilong.