The night breeze was blowing, and Li Jing rode his horse for a long distance before he calmed down a little.

At this moment, he felt relieved, but he was a little irritable, and suddenly remembered the beautiful Huifu girl.

At this time, Li Jing, a young man in Chang'an, suddenly felt that he needed a woman very much. Even if it's not the beautiful and gentle Huifu girl who followed him all the way, it's good to find a random woman to vent.

But all the Uighur maidens had been sent by him to the tent of the Murowei people, and then they were killed by him and his men. At this time, it is extremely difficult to find a woman.

The appearance of the Hui girl standing barefoot outside the big tent of the Murwei people suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and it was lingering for a while. At this time, Li Jing suddenly had a trace of regret.

If you leave her alive at that time, you can enjoy her body at will, and it is not too late to kill her later.

It's a pity that she is dead, and she has been trampled by so many war horses, and it is impossible to serve him anymore.

Looking back at the way they came, the flames were still burning in the camp of the Murowei people in the distance, and Li Jing let out a long breath, knowing that he was destined to not sleep tonight.

……

In this night attack, Li Jing's two Beijing disciples also lost four or five thousand people.

After all, most of them are new to the army, and their physical fitness is not as good as that of the Murwei people, and the Murwei people are desperately resisting, and there will inevitably be damage.

At the cost of four or five thousand people, nearly 30,000 people were annihilated, and by the strictest standards, this was also a victory in battle.

Counting the losses on the road before, from the beginning of entering Mobei to the present, the Pinglu army has lost 10,000 people. Killed 100,000 barbarians. He also paid the price of 10,000 people. It is calculated according to the customary calculation of 150 taels per person. It takes a full 1.5 million yuan.

The capture of the Pinglu army was pitiful.

However, the matter of money naturally does not have to worry about Li Jing. In the past few years, in the battle in eastern and western Liaoning, all the wealth has been provided by the household department, and the household department now has money, so it will not be impossible to take out a mere 1.5 million yuan.

The matter of Le Shi Jigong continued, and Li Jing no longer used He Guinian to draft the inscription, but wrote one by himself. I feel quite satisfied. Before he joined the Longwu Army, he was born as a Jinshi, and there was naturally no shortage of talent, Duan Xiushi, who drafted the inscription for Ma Luan, had never been a Jinshi, and his writing was even worse than him.

wanted to write a sentence to cover the eight characters of "those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me die", but it made Li Jing difficult. This sentence was extremely domineering, he thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't find the right words, so he finally reluctantly thought about it, and finally appeared on the stone wall. It is the eight characters of "Wencheng Wude, Thousands of Generations".

I don't dare to say that it overshadows Ma Lan's sentence. It's a little bigger than Ma Lan. On the high mountain cliff near the mouth of the Beihai Lake, two pieces of Jigong stone carvings are very close to each other, and the words "Wencheng Wude" are twice as large as the big characters on the other stone carving.

In this way, even the children of Liangjing, who have the lowest military rank, can clearly see the meaning that the main general wants to say goodbye to the horse.

A simple ritual was held to worship the heavens, and the Le Shi Ji Gong came to an end. Li Jing stood on the shore of the North Sea and looked at the two lines of big characters on the cliff.

"Those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me die" comes from Ma Lan's handwriting, and it is as murderous as a sword, gun, sword, and halberd, and wants to break through the wall. The words "Wencheng Wude, thousands of years" are upright and peaceful, but the momentum is much less.

He understood that he was not Ma Renjie after all, although he imitated everywhere, he lacked the ruthlessness in his bones. The words he left behind were bigger, but the smaller ones were even better.

At this time, Li Jing suddenly remembered that in Chang'an City, on the field of Longwu Military Academy, he challenged Ma Lan, and Ma Lan's decisive and domineering sword!

"If I were to face the same stab now, would I be able to catch it?"

Li Jing thought in his heart, and suddenly became extremely irritable in his heart.

In today's Tang Dynasty, Ma Lu is a towering peak, and only by stepping on this peak can he truly prove himself.

But will he be able to climb the mountain? Li Jing's face was gloomy, staring at the big characters on the cliff wall and silently.

There was smoke and dust rising in the distance on the shore of the lake, and in the sound of heavy horses' hooves, more than a dozen horsemen galloped from afar, and stopped in front of Li Jing.

This is the scout in the Pinglu army, and it is also the force he values the most. Ma Lan attaches great importance to scouts, and so does he, Ma Lan often releases scouts for hundreds of miles when he marches, and he does the same.

The scouts were his personal individuals, and Li Jing trusted them immensely. The leader of the scouts jumped off his horse, handed a letter to Li Jing, and then bowed and hurried away.

The letter was written by his disciple in Chang'an, and Ma Lu raised a guest in Chang'an to make friends with You Shilin, and he also concocted the same method. These doormen set up people for him to listen to the news, so although he was far away in Liaodong, he was very clear about what was happening in Chang'an City.

Seeing the contents of the letter, Li Jing's face changed suddenly, and he slowly put the letter into his arms.

Looking at the incomparably clear Beihai in front of him, Li Jing's face was cloudy, and he looked at the lake for a long time without saying a word.

When the generals saw that he didn't look right, they didn't know what was happening, and no one dared to disturb him.

After a long time, Li Jing turned his head, his expression still gloomy and terrifying.

"Herald, class teacher!"

Li Jing gritted the root of his teeth hard, and a few words burst out from between his teeth.

……

On the grassland in early summer, 40,000 Tang cavalry completed the whole team and hurriedly embarked on the way home.

The scouts galloped in front of and behind the army, which marched south like a tidal wave, their iron hooves trampling the ground, and the ground trembled slightly.

Li Jing sat on horseback, extremely irritable in his heart.

Thinking of the contents of the letter, his face was so gloomy that he could almost drip water.

The Son of Heaven is gone!

At the moment when the Tang Dynasty returned to the north, the Son of Heaven disappeared without warning!

……

Every year from October to March of the following year, the Son of Heaven would go to live in the Huaqing Palace in Lishan, which was a practice for many years. The ministers would also go to Lishan to accompany them, and court discussions were also held in Lishan.

This year, due to the return of the Northern Expedition, the Son of Heaven ordered the ministers not to have to follow Lishan. The officials of the six ministries are still in Chang'an City. Make every effort to protect the Northern Expedition. The state affairs commission is the crown prince Li Heng and the household department Shangshu Zhang Xun, as for the Son of Heaven himself, he still stays with Concubine Yang in Lishan to enjoy the winter and happiness.

Throughout the winter, there was no panic in Chang'an City, and everything was in order. The ministers were busy dealing with the military supplies of the various northern expeditionary armies, and no one bothered the Son of Heaven. In March, the weather warmed up, and it was supposed to be the time for the Son of Heaven to return to Chang'an City, but he didn't hear the news for a long time.

There was a lot of discussion in Chang'an City, and many old ministers wanted to go to Lishan to meet the Son of Heaven. I didn't enter the Huaqing Palace, but I was stopped.

This has been the case for half a month, and all forces are inquiring about information through various channels. Li Jing's protégé later spent a huge amount of money to get some top-secret information.

The crown prince Li Heng personally went to Huaqing Palace to see the Son of Heaven, Concubine Yang stopped and refused to let him see, Zhang Xun, the head of the household department, was furious, and raised his sword to slash Gong'e several people, forcing Concubine Yang to almost find a short-sighted, and after breaking into the palace, he found that the Son of Heaven was not in Huaqing Palace!

The prince pressed Concubine Yang, who said that the Son of Heaven and Gao Lishi had been away from Chang'an for several months. She didn't know her whereabouts. For a moment, the palace shook, and people's hearts were panicked.

The letter was written within a few days of the incident. The long way from Chang'an to Pinglu was long, and the letter was sent to Pinglu and then from Pinglu to here, and it took more than three months on the road.

I don't know what the situation is in Chang'an City now, but it is believed that at the time of writing the letter, many people in the important ministers of the imperial court had already supported the crown prince Li Heng as the emperor and respected the Son of Heaven as the emperor, saying that this is the only way to stabilize people's hearts, and then try to find the whereabouts of the Son of Heaven. The crown prince Li Heng rejected this proposal, and only secretly mobilized all forces to find the Son of Heaven.

This was more than three months ago, and what the situation in Chang'an City is now, Li Jing is not clear. The Tang army from all walks of life entered Huifu, but at this time, the Son of Heaven was gone, and it was strange that there was no chaos in Chang'an City.

If Li Heng is already the emperor at this time......

Li Jing shook his head, it was a great pity that he couldn't participate in such a big event.

No matter how many enemies are killed in bloody battles on the border, they can't compare to the merits of support. Over the past 100 years, the Anxi Army has produced many famous generals to shock the west, but what people remember are those generals who won in several Xuanwumen changes, and those who entered the pilgrimage as border generals are only a few people.

If the Son of Heaven has changed, it will not be a good thing for him. When the new monarch ascends the throne and wants to stabilize power, he naturally wants to clean up dissidents. He has been arrogant all these years, and he has never planned to be a traffic prince, and now he has a heavy army, and he must become a thorn in the side of the new monarch.

Also in an embarrassing position is Ma Lan, who was still jealous of Ma Lan's too heavy authority, and he couldn't imagine that such a moment of kung fu would be sympathy.

The Son of Heaven called him "my family's hero" and admired him very much, but the new monarch could never do so. The identity of Prince Zhang Huai's descendants is extremely sensitive and not suitable for being released as a general, and he is only in his early twenties, and he has just tasted the benefits of having authority in his hands, so he is willing to give up easily!

Liaodong and Liaoxi are his foundation, and more than three months have passed since the letter was sent from Chang'an, and I don't know if anything will happen. Li Jing sat on horseback, looking at the green in his field of vision, and his heart was extremely irritable.

……

At the same time, Moxi, Tingzhou.

Li Longji, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, suddenly flipped the table, and the delicacies on the table fell to the ground and turned into a mess. Several Turkic girls who were in charge of serving were so frightened that they knelt on the ground one by one and did not dare to raise their heads.

Li Longji stood up, kicked a Turkic girl to the ground, and scolded loudly. The Turkic girl burst into tears of pain and curled up on the ground, not daring to speak.

Li Longji scolded for a long time, and he was tired of scolding, waved his hand to signal the Turkic girls to clean up, and sat back in the chair.

It's been a long time since he's been trapped here by this group of killers, and he's been completely alone.

The good players of Lijingmen tried to escape to deliver the news, but they all died under the dense shooting of Yuan Rong's crossbow. Even the most loyal of the colliers failed to escape and were shot to death by the ruthless killers.

There are no more people who followed him to Tingzhou. The Turkic girls who were arranged by these killers to serve him couldn't understand the official dialect of the Central Plains at all, and he didn't know Turkic language, even if he lost his temper, they didn't know what he was saying. (To be continued......)