Chapter 696: Get out of here

Chapter 696 Get out of here

There are no eternal interests and no permanent friends between countries.

In this barbaric age, might makes right.

Humbling about benevolence, righteousness and morality cannot buy the dignity of a big man.

Only the cold blade and brave soldiers can guarantee the status of the big man.

Feng Yong understands this very well.

Bald-faced Kheli may not be able to sum up this truth, but the law of the jungle is a predator on the grassland, so he also understands that whoever has a bigger fist can be the boss.

"what is that?"

Under the spring sun, a patch of white snow reflects the dazzling light, walking forward in unison with heavy and neat footsteps.

"The most famous battalion under the lord, Mo Dao Brigade."

Bu Qu explained, "These are the most outstanding soldiers in the hands of the king. Even if the cavalry encounters them, they will not dare to attack them lightly, otherwise, they will be broken into pieces."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw two more cavalry troops spread out on both sides of the Mo Dao team, protecting the Mo Dao team in the middle like two arms.

The bald-haired Tianli stared blankly, not to mention anything else. Even if the elite cavalry of his clan encountered the cavalry in Feng Langjun's hands, he was afraid that there would be no good fruits to be gained.

Let alone the unstoppable Mo Dao team.

In a daze, I felt someone suddenly patted me on the shoulder, and at the same time Feng Langjun's voice rang in my ears: "Balda Tianli, what are you thinking about here?"

Bald-faced Kheli heard this voice and was subconsciously excited.

He turned around and realized that Feng Langjun was already standing beside him at some point.

Although Feng Langjun was not wearing heavy armor, he was wearing tight clothes and narrow sleeves, and was covered with a layer of leather armor.

Not far behind him, there were several generals waiting, all wearing helmets and armor.

There was one person in particular who was holding a long horsetail in his hand, but he didn't look like a Han Chinese.

“It turns out it’s Feng Langjun,” Bald-haired Tienli said with some stuttering. “I just saw Feng Langjun’s sergeant Qiao Yong. I was so shaken that I didn’t notice Feng Langjun’s arrival for a while.”

Feng Yong laughed and hugged his shoulders: "It's just a daily review, to see if these boys are lazy during this winter."

Bald-haired Tienli couldn't help but tremble slightly when he saw Feng Yong's nonchalant tone. He couldn't help but asked tentatively: "The masters of tigers and wolves under your command are rare in the world."

“Not to mention a Cao thief, even among the big Han people, it is rare to see him, right?”

Feng Yong glanced at him and said meaningfully: "That's too much! In the battle between Pingxiang and Pingxiang last year, the tiger and wolf troops in your eyes did not contribute."

“The Tiger Infantry trained by the Prime Minister himself is much more powerful than my sons.”

Bald-haired Tianli heard this, and his expression changed again.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Yesterday when you arrived, you were just drinking wine, but you didn't entertain you well. Today I am going to entertain all the generals in the army."

“Why don’t you join us? Let me introduce you to the generals in the army.”

Feng Yong hugged him and walked outside the camp while saying.

Bald-haired Khotan was a little unable to react, and followed Feng Yong back to the city in a daze.

During the banquet, the host Feng Yong sat, Bald Khotan sat as a guest, and Jufu, Gongsun Zheng, Wenshi, Liu Hun, and Huo Yi all sat in order.

Zhang Yi did not come because Pingxiang needed someone to guard it.

Moreover, the war against the Qiang and Hu in Longxi was not a major event. Huo Yi had been studying with Zhang Yi in the past few months, and this time it was just right for him to come over for internship.

As for the ones at the bottom, there are some Qiang and Hu tribe princes from Longyou.

When Bald-faced Khotan learned that Liu Hun was of Hu origin, not only could he sit on an equal footing with other generals, but was also highly valued by Feng Yong, his eyes could not help but show a look of astonishment.

“General Liu is a man who has been granted the title of Marquis.”

Feng Yong saw Bald-Fa Tiuli's thoughts and explained: "A few days ago, because of his great achievements, the imperial court named him the Marquis of Guannei."

When Liu Hun heard this, he stood up quickly and said, "This is all because the Lord and the Lord will not give up."

Feng Yong waved his hand and said, "There is no need to be so polite during the banquet. Please sit down quickly."

Then he raised his ear cup and said: "This cup is a blessing for us to win the battle, to break the siege of Didao as soon as possible, and to break the Han Qiang Hu!"

“Drink to win!”

Feng Yong drank honey wine, but Jufu, Liu Hun, and Huo Yi, who were training in the winter, preferred to drink strong wine.

Let alone those Qiang and Hu leaders.

After three rounds of drinking, a sound of music sounded, the door of the hall was pushed open, and a burst of cold air came in, wrapped in rouge powder.

I could only hear the soft voices of warblers and swallows.

Feng Yong said with a smile: "There is wine but no color, I'm afraid everyone will not be happy after drinking. These beauties are all beauties presented by the princes of various ethnic groups when I visited Hanyang County last year."

As he said that, he ordered two of the outstanding ones, "Go and pour some wine for the bald young gentleman."

The two women pursed their lips and smiled. First they gave Bald Khotan a wink, and then they each sat down next to Bald Khotan.

One person poured the wine, and the other picked up the cup and put it to Bald Kheli's mouth.

“Young Master, please have a drink.”

Although my Chinese is half-baked, it is better than it is delicate enough.

Bald Khotan Li felt that both of them smelled extremely fragrant, which made people feel a little swayed.

What’s more important is that the clothes the two of them were wearing were actually fine velvet sweaters. When they came closer, Bald Tieli could only feel the back of his hands touching the velvet, which was very warm.

“How can Ji Ji wear such clothes?”

The bald man couldn't help but look at them a few more times.

Ji Ji felt the gaze of Bald Li and chuckled.

Although he is the young monarch in the clan, the women in the clan are truly as good as the two Hu girls wearing high-end clothes.

Looking at everyone present, he saw that the Qiang and Hu leaders all had a woman pouring wine beside them, but there was no one around Feng Yong and the Han generals.

 Even Liu Hun, who was born in the Hu people, made his own decisions. He seemed to really like what was in the cup, but he was not interested in beauty.

Before he could figure out what was going on, Hu Nu, who had just persuaded him to drink, said half coquettishly and half angrily: "Young Master has always refused to drink. Could it be that I don't know how to persuade you to drink?"

Feeling Mei Ji whispering softly in his ear, Bald-haired Khotan finally couldn't help but open his mouth.

Feng Yong saw this scene, smiled slightly, and then drank the wine in the cup.

When the banquet was over, the two women returned to the room holding the bald man in his arms.

The house had already been prepared with hot water, and the two women helped him take a bath.

Looking at the clothes left beside the bucket, the bald-haired Tianli, who was originally a little drunk, finally couldn't help but pick them up and stroke them carefully.

“You shouldn’t have thrown such precious clothes on the ground like this!”

I had an unreal feeling at the banquet. When I took it into my hands, I felt that this piece of clothing was really rare, and the bald man's eyes lit up.

“Oh, Alang, what does this mean? Which of us sisters doesn’t have a few good clothes? They were all rewarded by Feng Junhou!”

The water mist in the bathtub was steaming, and the jade arm was wrapped around, "The Lord also said that there will be different clothes in the four seasons of the year. In autumn and winter last year, no less than ten pieces of high-quality clothes were distributed!"

“As long as we do well, there will be benefits for our family and clan.”

Bald-faced Kheli heard this, and his heart moved: "What's the benefit?"

"There are many benefits. If the clan is short of food, the prince will arrange relief to prevent people from starving to death."

“As long as the clan hand over the useless wool, they can get back a lot of thick wool every year.”

"The prince also said that when the time comes, he will send people to teach the clan how to farm and teach us how to raise cattle and sheep in one place, so that we don't have to work hard to find water and grass everywhere."

“As long as the clan settles down, it will be convenient for the king to send medical workers over to treat patients…”

Hearing what the woman said, the bald man became even more shocked: "Is this true?"

“I can’t believe it! A few years ago, there was a tribe leader named Muwu Zhe. Now his name has been changed to Han Dynasty, Duanmuzhe. He led the tribe to seek refuge with Feng Langjun, and now all the tribe members have become Han Chinese.”

“Now he is Feng Langjun’s most trusted person. I heard that he can drink three bowls of tea every day. Even the adults in our clan are very envious!”

“Last time someone saw him, he bought a hundred sheep just for the clothes he was wearing.”

Hearing this, Bald Tianli couldn't help but ask: "As long as you depend on Feng Langjun, can you get so many benefits?"

“Duanmuzhe had the upper hand, so he got such benefits. Now which tribe in Longyou doesn’t want to rely on Feng Langjun?”

Hu Nu said with some regret, "Now only the tribes that send troops to follow Feng Langjun and make great achievements can be treated like the Han people."

"Otherwise, we can only follow Feng Langjun's arrangements, farming and grazing. We have to hand over a lot of things every year, but it is much better than before, and we will not starve to death or freeze to death."

Bald-haired Kheli raised his brows and thought about how brave and good at fighting, you Qiang and Hu can't compare to us Xianbei?

“Are there any tribes that are unwilling to send troops?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I can’t take the turn!” Hu Nu shook her head and said, “Just like this time, when Feng Langjun issued a recruitment order, which tribe didn’t want to follow?”

"But Feng Langjun doesn't want anyone who is not a brave man and is good at fighting. He also specially sent Han people to select him. It's not just anyone who wants to follow him."

Bald-faced Kheli heard this, and suddenly felt a little pressure: It sounds like the Qiang and Hus in Longyou are all trying to make meritorious deeds from Feng Langjun.

With the desire for extravagance, Bald-Fa Khotan becomes a little worried about gains and losses.

The four thousand cavalry of my tribe are compared with the hundreds of thousands of Qiang and Hu from Longyou, but I don't know if they can have the upper hand?

“Little lady, can I go in?”

Zhao Guang stood at the door with his head tilted, and quietly asked the maid with a knife who was guarding the door.

Guan Ji, who was holding a slightly raised belly, leaned on the soft sofa and kept his eyes very good. He heard this and said, "Let him come in."

The maid with the sword then made a gesture of invitation.

Zhao Guang walked in lightly and put on a smile: "I have seen my sister."

Guan Ji didn't even open her eyes: "Why haven't you returned to Shu yet? What are you doing here again?"

Zhao Guangqi said quietly: "Sister, when I passed through Jicheng, my little brother was beaten up by the adults, so they drove me out. The adults told me to get out of here, saying that I don't have a son like this..."

Guan Ji sneered and finally opened her eyes: "What? Did General Zhao hit you by mistake?"

 Zhao Guang's face was still bruised, and there was a small wound at the corner of his eye. It seemed that the beating was serious.

"No, no, I deserve this." Zhao Guang was about to cry, "Sister, it's just that this time, I really don't have the shame to go back to Shu."

“What does that have to do with me?”

Guan Ji said lukewarmly.

Zhao Guang saw Amei squatting at Guan Ji's feet, gently rubbing Guan Ji's legs, and immediately ran over to help.

Then she was kicked away by Guan Ji, "Are you seeking death? Tell me, what are you doing to come to me?"

Zhao Guang stood up in a hurry and said, "Sister, I came here this time to ask my sister for a favor. Can you give me a message for my brother..."

"No!" Guan Ji refused, "Your brother has already arranged for you to go back to Shuzhong to rest for a while. Besides, you are not too young, so you will take this opportunity to get married."

Zhao Guang was startled, "Getting married? What kind of marriage?"

Guan Ji glanced at this ignorant guy and said angrily: "Although I don't like that barbarian girl from the Huang family, since you are in love with her, why don't you take this opportunity to marry her?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Guang's face turned red and hesitantly said: "Brother, I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that she will hit you?" Guan Ji sneered again and looked him up and down, "That's right, you haven't been able to hit her since you were a child."

“A sister from the Huang family doesn’t know how to hit her younger brother.”

Zhao Guang was not happy to hear this.

“Then what are you afraid of?”

Zhao Guang lowered his head and said nothing.

Last year during the Northern Expedition, the Huang family’s sister encouraged herself to make great achievements.

Who would have thought that now that I have not achieved any success, I have been dismissed from my job, so how can I have the dignity to see her?

“You have to think about it carefully, the barbarian girl of the Huang family is not young anymore. She has been recuperating in Jincheng for the past two years, and she should be in good health by now.”

"If you want to marry her, do it as early as possible, otherwise you can drag it out, but others can't drag it out."

"When she becomes an old lady in a few years, no matter how good her health is, the risk will be greater if she wants to have children. And if you don't marry, General Wei may arrange for her to marry someone else..."

When Zhao Guang heard this, he interrupted Guan Ji and said, "My sister from the Huang family will not marry anyone else..."

Guan Ji chuckled and simply closed her eyes and ignored him.

Anyway, it's not his turn to take care of this matter. Zhao Ma has probably made arrangements for it a long time ago. As long as Zhao Guang goes back, it's probably not his turn to have the final say on whether they get married or not.

It's just a temporary demotion, and he will be able to return to the army in a year and a half.

Just seeing this guy's desperate look, those who didn't know better thought he was being deposed as a commoner and would never be used again.

If you are not pregnant, you must not get angry, otherwise you will beat him again.

Zhao Guang came up to him shamelessly and said with a smile: "Sister, if my brother is not here when I get married, what's the point?"

"How about I go to Longxi to see if I can help my brother? When my brother's affairs are over, I might not have the chance to attend my wedding."

"What are you talking about?" Guan Ji was immediately annoyed when she heard this. "If something happens to you, why don't you go back to Shu and go find your brother again? Do you want to drag him down?"

The court seems calm, but who knows what will happen?

Alang tried his best to stay away from the court at this time, just to avoid getting involved in things.

"If you get involved in this matter, just stay here and stay there. If you dare to go to Longxi, I will try my best to offend General Zhao and break your legs!"

At the end of her speech, Guan Ji's voice became fierce.

Zhao Guang murmured and did not dare to speak anymore.

Seeing his appearance, Guan Ji finally felt a little soft-hearted: "Besides, as a captain protecting Qiang, how can your brother be able to get away?"

She sighed, "I told you before, and it's not entirely your fault this time. Once the storm has passed, Alang will help you think of something else."

After hearing this, Zhao Guang's face fell and he muttered: "But those people in Shu don't know. They only know that Yuezhi City was lost from my hands."

 Zhao Jiaerlang, who had always been in high spirits, now thought of the eyes of others when he returned to Sichuan, and felt that the bright spring scenery had turned gloomy.

“Zhao Jiaerlang, after being called a hero, is the number two figure in the Xinghan Society. When did he need to act based on other people’s faces?”

Guan Ji said "poof": "Get out of here!"

PS: I have a bad cold, my head is dizzy, it feels like a shot put, heavy and uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)

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