Chapter 848: A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye
After Ling Xiyue and Bei Chenyan ended the crisis at Gubeikou, they led their troops southward to Mingbeiguan.
After a year, the two of them returned hand in hand and returned to the place where they parted. Tianlin's army had been retreating. Now, it's time for Xi Lan to know what tooth for tooth and eye for eye are!
Xilan's 300,000 troops stationed at Mingbeiguan have all been wiped out outside Gubeikou. That elite soldier was Xilan's spear that prepared for a last-ditch battle, but has now been ruthlessly broken.
Tianlin's army, under the orders of their king, is constantly gathering outside Mingbei Pass.
As time goes by, in less than three months, the city has gradually grown from a hundred thousand generals guarding the city to a sharp blade that reveals its edge.
Infantry, cavalry, crossbowmen, heavy armor... An army of 300,000 soldiers. Outside the city where the soldiers marched, the yellow sand was like wolf smoke billowing, like black thunderclouds, gathered outside Mingbei Pass in Xilan, ready to go!
When the sword is hidden and unsheathed, the world will be shocked.
Everyone seemed to feel that this was the end of the Xilan Dynasty.
Emperor Tian Linyan ordered people to call the city outside Mingbeiguan, saying that he would surrender without killing the troops. However, the generals guarding the city at Mingbeiguan replied: "We would rather die than surrender!"
The generals guarding the city at Mingbeiguan looked at the Tianlin army that was constantly gathering outside the city. A strong sense of desolation rose in their eyes, a kind of desolation that no one could turn the sky around at the end of time, and they were full of frustration and helplessness.
An unprecedented sense of panic enveloped Xilan.
Whether it is the high-ranking officials in the temple, the generals in the army, or the common people at the bottom, everyone has realized that the dynasty that has been glorious for thousands of years and has a long history is about to come to an end on this stage of history. Everyone sees that there is no way to save it.
As a result, Long Xiang, who had always regarded himself as an ally of Xilan, now remained silent and ceased fighting in the southern battlefield.
They wisely chose to retreat bravely. Xiling Mo Qian single-handedly pushed the Xilan Dynasty into this vortex that was deep in the mud and unable to turn back. Now he is watching the fire from the other side, with an attitude that has nothing to do with it.
This man is the real executioner!
Likewise, the people in Xilan who were scolding them were not Bei Chenyan and Ling Xiyue who were approaching the city, nor the current enemy Tianlin Dynasty, but Long Xiang and Xiling Mo Qian, scolding them for their treachery and betraying their allies at all times of life and death.
Outside Mingbei Pass, war horses galloped, their footsteps shook, and the yellow sand they brought up made the sky here become foggy.
In the black royal tent, Beichen Yan and a group of generals gathered around a sand table made of yellow sand, beeswax and fine stones to discuss the siege strategy. There were densely covered flags, and a sheepskin map hung next to it.
The terrain is clearly depicted.
When Ling Xiyue walked in, everyone turned their heads and respectfully called "Empress".
"Yan..." Ling Xiyue waved her hand to indicate that there was no need to be polite, and walked to Bei Chenyan's side, smiling with her beautiful eyes.
The woman was wearing a purple outfit today, which outlined her slender and exquisite figure, which perfectly complemented Bei Chenyan's tall appearance in black clothes and armor.
She came to Bei Chenyan and said: "I just received a message from Leng Feng from Qingzhou. The largest batch of black fire will arrive in about half a month. He will escort it personally. As long as the one hundred tons of black fire are in place,
, then everything will be safe."
"That's great..."
The generals looked at each other and smiled.
I secretly thought in my heart, it's different when the Queen is back, she just mobilizes a group of black fires casually, she's so generous!
Even if Mingbei Pass is again called the Tianyue Pass, these 300,000 elite troops, under the leadership of the emperor, will definitely be able to break through. It is only a matter of time, but if they have the blessing of black fire, they will definitely win.
, it’s as easy as pie.xdw8
Bei Chenyan looked deeply at his young wife with dark eyes, undisguised tenderness between his stern brows, "Thank you for your hard work."
Ling Xiyue smiled at him and said, "You continue." She waved her hands and turned around to leave the tent.
She came in and told everyone that she didn't want to see those boring siege maps anymore.
"Your Majesty, this is a letter from the old Marquis."
As soon as he left the king's tent, he bumped into the military messenger.
Ling Xiyue took it in a cold sweat and knew what was written inside without even reading it.
When she received the first reply from the old man, Ling Xiyue couldn't wait to open it, wanting to feel the love from her grandfather. It turned out that she really thought too much, so she was caught off guard and got scolded. It was really bloody.
It showers my head.
What about not being beaten for three days, having to go to the house to uncover the tiles, what about being like a monkey jumping up and down, what about scaring the old man to the point of having a heart attack, what... and so on, it is not difficult to see that the old man is a good hand at writing slogans.
Through the thick pile of letter paper, Ling Xiyue could feel that the old man's spittle was about to spray into her face.
Then, every once in a while, the old man's letters arrived without any hindrance, and the woman's relatives were very disciplined. Ling Xiyue also changed from the initial expectation of joy to a trembling little one.
It's rare that I didn't scold her this time.
Perhaps because she was tired of scolding, the old man’s letter this time included a few simple words, telling her that the weather was cold and that she would be living in poverty in the army. She must remember to wear more clothes and not act like a three-year-old child.
Don't take it seriously.
Ling Xiyue looked at it, and the corners of her mouth turned up unconsciously, with a curve like a crescent moon.
In order to avoid the old man being bombarded again and suspecting that she was missing, Ling Xiyue collected the letter and quickly went back to her account and wrote a reply to the old man.
At the same time, I also wrote a letter to Wangdao.
This is also the first time she has sent a message to Wang Dao since she recovered her memory.
Although Ling Xiyue complained a little about the fact that everyone kept the news of Bei Chenyan's death from her and allowed her to marry Nalan Xueyi, in the end, she could not really blame her father and the elders of the priest clan.
They just want her to live...
Especially the high priest, she never expected that the high priest would pass on all his life skills to her.
She had never had a good impression of this old man who was stubborn and conservative to the core, but she never thought that he would almost risk his own life to save her.
Ling Xiyue never thought that she was a good person. On the contrary, she held grudges the most, and it was not an exaggeration to say that she would retaliate. But she also knew how to be grateful. No matter whether the high priest did this because she was a direct descendant of the Huangfu family or someone else.
, he did so after all.
She has a scale in her heart, and these are all recorded on it.
Perhaps because of the accumulation of these bits and pieces, or perhaps because she has experienced life and death in that world, she finally has a sense of belonging to the Huangfu family and Wangdao, which is also her home.
Not only her father, but also some clan members who truly care about her.
During this period of time, she ignored the news from Wangdao and regarded it as a way to relieve her small complaints about the fact that they lied to her.
Replying to the letter now is a write-off.
She was not only talking about this, but also all kinds of grudges in the past.