Chapter 868: He is the new Zhen Guo Gong, the new king of Northern Xinjiang

Ning Wanzhou stared at the tents and turned the red tasseled spear indifferently.
After all, it is a family with profound background, even if they are sentenced to exile, they still don't have to endure the pain of eating and sleeping. Look, there are large tents with high beds and soft pillows for them to rest.
The boy put away the red tasseled spear and stretched out his hand to the side: "Get the arrow."
A black-faced strong man immediately presented an iron arrow.
He stared at Ning Wanzhou, his expression showing some respect.
He was a man born and raised in the Northern Territory. He joined the army when he was young. He also fought a few tough battles with Zhenguo Gong Ning Su many years ago. He was a soldier who fought out of a corpse.
Knowing that Lord Zhen Guo died at the hands of an adulterer, the 200,000 army in northern Xinjiang nearly turned into a mutiny overnight.
The lieutenants quarreled day and night. Some wanted to go to Chang'an to avenge the government of Zhenguo, some wanted to stand still and watch the changes, and some wanted to find another way out of their benefactors. In short, they were noisy and quarrelled. Drilling was delayed.
When the army was in disarray, the little father-in-law came to northern Xinjiang.
He remembered seeing the little grandpa for the first time, and almost all the lieutenants despised and disappointed.
Such a young gentleman with thin skin, tender lips and white teeth, like a delicate young man who grew up in a honeypot, how can he know how to fight together?
Although he is the only son of Zhen Guo Gong, he is not worthy to lead them at all, he is not worthy to be the master of the northern fiefdom.
So they violated all kinds of pretensions, joking with the little father-in-law on the surface, but secretly despising the young man, and taking his orders in a perfunctory manner.
The group of generals who had devoted their allegiance to the town’s grandmaster, with extremely desperate hearts, believed that the Northern Territory fiefdom was over, and the 200,000 army was over. Sooner or later they would be annexed by Queen Shen.
The already bad situation was made worse by the harassment and plunder of the Northern Wei's iron cavalry.
Those army ruffians of the Northern Wei Dynasty like to take advantage of the spring wheat seedlings to grow and lead a large number of cavalry to attack the wheat fields at night, trample the good wheat seedlings into a mess, and then drive away.
It's the same every year, and it's hard to guard against.
No one expected that the seemingly delicate young man, who dared to lead more than a dozen henchmen in silence, lurked in the wheat field and waited for the rabbits late at night. After three days and three nights, he was actually told to guard the army. swelling of the liver.
No one knows what kind of fierce battle he experienced that night.
In the early morning, the horn sounded in the camp, and they walked out of the camp and saw the delicate young man from a distance, half of his body stained with blood, half a broken sword stuck in his chest, and his chariot driving through the gate with expressionless expression.
On the chariot, there are hundreds of heads of Northern Wei soldiers piled up.
Crowded in a camp full of soldiers, it was inexplicably quiet at this moment.
Everyone stared at the boy blankly.
When the horn of the camp gradually subsided, the young girl in a Hu Feng narrow-sleeved skirt had a round and white face, holding a newly folded peach blossom, and opened the tent curtain and walked out.
Kneeling on one knee in front of the chariot, she presented the peach blossoms to the young man in a pious and submissive manner.
She lifted up her smiley face: "Congratulations, Grandpa, you won the first battle!"
The long south wind passes through the plains by the sea, through the mountains and rivers of Kyushu, and through the Gobi grasslands of northern Xinjiang. With a bit of gentle spring, it quietly blows on the indifferent but firm face of the teenager.
Following Nan Baozhu's congratulations, the lieutenants looked at each other for a long time, nodded slowly, and finally recognized Ning Wanzhou's strength and finally accepted the new fief owner willingly.
They knelt down one after another, celebrating the victory.
With tenacious eyebrows, the young man leaned over to take the peach blossom offered by Nan Baozhu.
The peach blossoms are in the spring breeze.
He is no longer the idle little grandpa in Chang'an City.
He is the new Zhen Guo Gong and the new king of Northern Xinjiang.
Long stars are scattered in the rising sun on the horizon.
Ning Wanzhou took the bow and arrow handed by the black-faced strong man, and looked down at the big tent at the foot of the mountain.
There was a whistle sound on the feather arrow, and as he released the bowstring, the feather arrow made a deafening whistling sound, swept toward the big tent like a gust of wind.
The sudden movement awakened the Zhao family in several camps. Headed by Zhao Bing and Zhao Wu, they walked out of the camp and looked curiously at the movement outside.
Ning Wanzhou hooked his lips.
He threw away his bow and arrow, picked up the red tassel spear, and snapped his horse belly: "Kill!"
Thousands of cavalry followed, galloping from the hillside like a stormy sea!
When Zhao Bing and his son saw Ning Wanzhou, their faces turned green, and they hurriedly shouted to escape into the tent, urging the doormen and guards loudly to resist the enemy.
Only a few hundred Janitors were responsible for escorting them.
They had never seen the cavalry in Northern Xinjiang, all of them looked like paper walls, scattered everywhere when the wind blew, and couldn't protect the Zhao family at all.
Ning Wanzhou was in conflict with each other, but within a moment, the guards and doormen were resolved.
He held the reins, stared at the Zhao family father and son who was holding the gold and silver and planned to escape from the chaos, and turned the red tasseled spear in his hands with a sinister smile.
In the early spring morning in the north, there was still a bit of chill.
There were only a few peach blossoms next to the official road, embellishing the desolate blue brick post road with a little pink meaning, as if to tell the travelers in the past, the mountains and rivers in the north are not all cold and windy.
The young girl in a narrow-sleeved Hu skirt, wearing a large cloak, rode a fast horse, and galloped to the end of the post road.
Xu was sleeping on the road all the way, the girl did not use pink and daisy, the dust on her face stained her red Luohu skirt, the leather boots had long been unable to distinguish the original color, and even the smooth, white and tender chin of the old days looked a bit sharp.
Finally reached the hillside.
Nan Baozhu put up a pergola and looked towards the foot of the mountain.
The ground was bloody, and the corpses were everywhere.
The cavalry in Northern Xinjiang laughed and searched for property. The young man sat on the high pile of corpses, stepping on the blood-stained heads of Zhao Bing and his son at his feet, unfastening his waist pouches, and drinking with his head up.
Nan Baozhu's eyes gradually softened.
She rode her horse down the hillside: "Duke Guo."
Ning Wanzhou was startled, put away the wine bag, and helped Nan Baozhu down the horse: "Why did my sister come?"
He glanced at the tired steed, and frowned: "Hundreds of miles, did you ride here alone? My sister is too foolish, so you are not afraid of encountering bandits?"
Nan Baozhu hugged his waist: "I am afraid you are alone, so I rushed over..."
A grievance is avenged, and some people will feel refreshed.
But more people will feel lonely and sad, right?
Because no matter how many enemies you kill, your loved ones will still not be able to resurrect from the dead. The so-called retribution of great enmity will not bring comfort at all, but will make people fall into the sense of loss of goal.
The golden sunlight leaped on the girl's face, graceful and gentle.
Ning Wanzhou was held by her, and she was turned into a soft finger, and could no longer blame her.
He kissed Nan Baozhu's vermilion lips.
Suddenly he slammed and hugged the girl, and walked into a camp.