Vol 100 Chapter 521: Northern Rong defeated Vija and was captured

Chapter 521 Bei Rong is destroyed and Vija is captured

"Stay far away from Ying Zhexu, if you meet him, stay away. Let Bei Rong and Dayan suffer from both losses." Shen Liqing issued an order.

She believed in the destiny, and the true hexagram of Minister Duchen had been verified, and the son of destiny became the emperor of Dayan. However, Beirong will not stand still, the threat of extinction will arouse the wolf nature in the bones of Beirong people.

"Then where are we going?" the subordinate asked.

"Go to Dasheng, meet that Dayan's new general Chonglou, and give a gift to Emperor Dasheng." Shen Liqing led a group of people to the northeast.

**

From Ying Zhexu Zhiyuan sent a letter saying, "If you don't surrender within seven days, you will launch a military strike against Beirong" has arrived.

During this process, many conflicts occurred in Beirong.

Because of the shortage of food, it has reached the point where people are about to starve to death.

Some herdsmen tried to rush into the tents of the nobles to **** food, or with luck, they harvested one or two heads of the nobles in exchange for the food of Da Yan. But in the end, very few succeed.

Some herdsmen began to migrate, heading deeper into the grassland.

But heavy snow blocked the road and it was difficult to walk.

In all the cities on the border between Northern Qi and Dayan, the common people were mobilized to make two simple utensils. One is a giant paper kite, and the other, is a skate. There are two types of skates. One type has a straight iron strip embedded in the sole, and it runs as fast as flying feathers; the other type is a shoe with two knives, because the skates are installed on both sides of the sole wooden strip, so it is not easy to fall down.

Ying Zhexu took Nanyuan King and the generals on a tour. The generals had already guessed the usefulness of the paper kite, but their jaws could not help but drop when they saw the wheel shoes.

"Your Majesty is truly a genius. Where did you come up with this skate?" A general asked.

"Every winter, Taiye Pond in the palace will hold an ice party. Since it is difficult to walk in snowy weather, let's cooperate with soldiers and infantry on ice."

Skates have high requirements for soldiers, and they must have skating experience. Therefore, there are only more than 200 people in the city of Yongzhou. But enough is enough.

Now the time has finally come.

During the day, there was no movement in Dayan.

At dusk, the wind picked up.

It is November now, and according to the season, the northwest wind should blow, and Beirong is also just in the northwest direction of Beiqi and Dayan. However, on this day, a rare northeast wind blew.

Ying Zhexu was dressed in a military uniform of gold armor, under the armor was a faint blue color—sky silk, standing majestically by the city wall. Soldiers lined up, ready to fight.

At the edge of the city wall, a row of giant paper kites lined up. Under each sturdy paper kite is a master who is good at light work.

"The Flying Eagles are ready to glide. Your mission today is to light the tents of the Beirong army. After the mission is successful, escape according to the established route. The ice skating team and the infantry team obey the order. When the fire is on fire, you go out of the city to face the battle. Everyone eats and drinks Enough, bring dry food, and annihilate Youxian King's vital forces in one fell swoop."

By virtue of its strength, the good wind sent me to Qingyun.

Bei Rong was so hungry that the soldiers with their chests pressed against their backs saw the kites, and their eyes began to shine. After these days of awareness, they tacitly assume that there is food under the kite. As they approached, they saw the people of Dayan.

The people of Dayan started to draw their bows and set their arrows before they landed. When the arrows fell with fire, the tents were set on fire.

"Fire! Fire!"

The fire took advantage of the wind and quickly ignited, making it even more difficult to control.

Soon the gate of the city was opened wide, and the soldiers and infantry rushed out to kill the Beirong army.

This is the ultimate showdown.

One side is the Dayan people who are well-prepared and well-fed, who are well-fed and recharged; the other side is the seriously injured and hungry Beirong people.

Youxian King led his five sons and seven adopted sons to guard the golden tent, and wanted to fight Ying Zhexu to the death.

Vija has long disappeared.

Fierce fighting all night long.

When the sky was white on the second day, King Youxian was already at the end of his battle, his body covered with hideous wounds and blood frozen into ice balls.

The twelve sons turned into cold corpses before his eyes. Ying Zhexu showed up with someone.

"Ying Zhexu, today the prairie lion and you, a stinky bird, will fight to the death."

Ying Zhexu rode a horse and stood opposite King Youxian. His hooves have been specially cared for to hold them in place in snow and ice. Besides, his mount is a divine horse.

"Youxian King, hand over the mysterious national teacher, and I can make you die with dignity. You are the people of Beirong, and I treat you like a Yanren."

"You don't need to be hypocritical. Without this snow, you would not have won so easily. The warriors of Beirong at least let you break a few ribs." King Youxian struggled for the last time, and his essence was already strong.

"So, fate is on my side. Your daughter, Vija, can't even think about escaping from birth. I didn't want to embarrass women and children, but she killed the king of medicine, the most important person for me and the queen, so you deserve to die Nine tribes."

Death, Youxian King is not afraid, but he hopes that his most beloved daughter can live. He was like a man with a passive weakness, roaring like a mad dog.

"Vijia has lived in Beirong all year round. How would he know the King of Medicine? He is a national teacher, and he is not of my race. His heart must be different." He took out a painting from the hook on the tent and threw it at Ying Zhexu. go.

The picture scroll was lifted up, revealing a handsome and elegant face.

Ying Zhexu raised his sword, pulled out a sword flower, and split the painting.

The person in the painting is very familiar to Ying Zhexu, Shen Liqing who is disguised as a man.

"Kill!" He raised his hand, and the archers behind him shot arrows one after another. King Youxian and his three remaining sons died.

Ying Zhexu ordered, "Search Vija with all his strength, and capture him alive."

**

In the icy grassland, a woman ran westward with five guards and a thin horse.

It is the departed Vija.

Haidongqing circled in the sky, bringing the news of King Youxian's death. There is only one will in Vija's heart, to survive, to make a comeback, and to avenge his father.

But she didn't get far.

Behind her, a soldier wearing skates surrounded her.

"Vijiajuci, you have nowhere to go." Bai Shaoze said.

"Then you have to fight. None of the sons and daughters of Beirong surrendered without a fight." As she said that, she threw out the poisoned hidden weapon.

Xiao Chonglou, who returned to the team, led Bai Shaoze to avoid the hidden weapon.

Next, Vija used poison again.

"How come you have the poison developed by Schisandra chinensis?" Xiao Chonglou asked.

As Ying Zhexu and Baicaoshi's competent staff, he knows a lot about Schisandra chinensis.

After running out of hidden weapons and poison, Vija was captured alive by Bai Shaoze.

"If you have the ability, you kill me, and the children of Beirong can be killed and not humiliated!"

"Only the Queen can decide your fate. This is the price you pay for murdering the King of Medicine. Let me guess, is it Bai Ling, Poison or Ling Chi?"

Vija felt great fear. She yelled towards the sky, "The national teacher killed me."

There are still a few chapters left in the text and it will be over

I’m really not good at war, writing is so difficult and dry

Preparing for a new book, but I’ve been really busy recently

(end of this chapter)

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