Ning Wanzhou stared at the tents and turned the red tassel gun indifferently.

In the end, it is a family with a deep background, even if they are sentenced to exile, they still do not have to endure the pain of eating and sleeping in the open, and lo and behold, there is a big tent with high beds and soft pillows for them to rest.

The young man put away the red tassel gun and stretched out his hand to the side: "Bring the arrow." ”

A strong man with a black face immediately presented an iron arrow.

He looked at Ning Wanzhou, his expression revealing a bit of respect.

He is a native of northern Xinjiang, he joined the army when he was young, and many years ago he also fought several tough battles with Zhenguo Gongningsu, and he was a soldier who crawled out of the pile of corpses.

Knowing that Zhenguo Gong died at the hands of traitors, the 200,000 troops in northern Xinjiang almost mutinied overnight.

The adjutant generals quarreled day and night, some wanted to enter Chang'an to avenge the town and country, some wanted to wait and see the changes, and some wanted to go to the good lord and find another way out.

When the army's morale was weakened, the little grandfather came to northern Xinjiang.

He remembered the first time he saw the little grandfather, almost all the lieutenants were dismissive and disappointed.

Such a small Langjun with fine skin and tender flesh, red lips and white teeth, like a delicate son who grew up in a honey pot, how can he know how to lead the army?

Although he is the only concubine of Zhenguo Gong, he is not worthy of leading them at all, and he is not worthy of being the master of the fiefdom of Northern Xinjiang at all.

So they disobeyed all kinds of yang and yin, on the surface they giggled with the little grandfather, but behind the scenes, they despised this young man very much, and they had a perfunctory attitude towards his orders.

The group of generals who were desperately loyal to the Duke of Zhenguo, with an extremely desperate heart, decided that the fiefdom of Northern Xinjiang was finished, the army of 200,000 was finished, and they would be annexed by Empress Shen sooner or later.

The already bad situation was made worse by the harassment and plundering of the Northern Wei Iron Cavalry.

Those military ruffians of the Northern Wei Dynasty liked to take advantage of the spring wheat seedlings to sow and grow, and led a large number of cavalry to attack the wheat fields at night, trampling the good wheat seedlings to the ground, and then marching away.

Every year, it's hard to prevent.

No one expected that the seemingly delicate young man would dare to quietly lead more than a dozen horsemen to lurk in the wheat field late at night to wait for the rabbits, and he really asked him to guard the group of military ruffians.

No one knows what kind of battle he experienced that night.

In the early morning, when the horn sounded in the camp, they came out of the tent and saw the delicate young man, half bloodied and with half a broken sword in his chest, driving through the gate with a blank face.

On the chariot, hundreds of heads of Northern Wei soldiers were piled up.

The camp was crowded with soldiers, and it was inexplicably quiet at this moment.

Everyone stared blankly at the boy.

When the horn of the camp gradually subsided, a girl wearing a narrow sleeved jacket and skirt with a round white face, holding a newly folded peach blossom in her hand, opened the curtain and walked out.

She knelt down on one knee in front of the chariot and offered the peach blossom to the young man in a pious and deferential manner.

She raised her smiling little face: "Congratulations to Grandpa Guo, you have won the first battle!" ”

The long wind in the south passes through the seaside plains, through the mountains and rivers of Kyushu, and through the Gobi steppe in the north, with a bit of gentle spring, quietly blowing the indifferent but resolute face of the young man.

With Nan Baozhu's congratulations, the lieutenant generals looked at each other for a long time, nodded slowly, and finally recognized Ning Wanzhou's strength, and finally willingly accepted the new fief master.

They knelt down and shouted congratulations.

The young man's eyebrows were tenacious, and he leaned over to accept the peach blossom offered by Nan Baozhu.

Peach blossoms bloom in the spring breeze.

He is no longer the idle little grandfather in Chang'an City.

He is the new prince of Zhenguo and the new king of northern Xinjiang.

Long stars are scattered in the rising morning sun on the horizon.

Ning Wanzhou took the bow and arrow handed by the black-faced strong man, and condescendingly aimed at the big tent at the foot of the mountain.

There was a whistle on the feathered arrow, and as he let go of the bowstring, the feathered arrow made a deafening whistling sound and swept towards the tent like a gale.

The sudden movement woke up the Zhao family in several tents, led by Zhao Bing and Zhao Wu, who walked out of the tents one after another, curiously checking the movement outside.

Ning Wanzhou hooked her lips.

He threw away his bow and arrows, picked up the red tassel spear casually, and slammed the horse's belly: "Kill!" ”

Thousands of cavalry followed, galloping from the hillside like a stormy wave!

When Zhao Bing's father and son saw Ning Wanzhou, their faces turned green with fright, and they hurriedly shouted and fled to the tent, loudly urging the doormen and guards to resist the enemy.

The only people in charge of escorting them were a few hundred Praetorian Guards.

How could they have ever seen the cavalry in the northern frontier, all of them were like papier-mâché city walls, scattered everywhere when the wind blew, and they couldn't protect the Zhao family at all.

Ning Wanzhou clashed back and forth, but in a moment or three, he solved those Praetorian Guards and doormen.

He grabbed the reins, stared at the Zhao family father and son who were holding the gold and silver and were about to escape in chaos, and turned the red tassel gun in his hand, with a vicious smile.

The spring morning in the north is still a little chilly.

There are only a few peach blossoms next to the official road, embellishing the desolate blue brick post road with a slight powder, as if to tell travelers in the past that the mountains and rivers in the north are not all cold and frosty.

A girl in a narrow-sleeved skirt, wearing a wide cloak, rode a fast horse, and hurried to the end of the post road.

Xu is sleeping in the open all the way, the girl does not apply powder, the dust on her face stains her red Luohu skirt, the leather boots have long been unable to distinguish the original color, and even the round white chin of the past looks a little sharp.

Finally we reached the hillside.

Nan Baozhu put up a pergola in his hand and looked towards the foot of the mountain.

The ground was full of blood, and corpses were everywhere.

The cavalry of the northern frontier laughed and looted their belongings, and the young man sat on a high pile of corpses, each stepping on the blood-stained heads of Zhao Bing's father and son, untying his waist bag and raising his head to drink.

Nan Baozhu's gaze gradually softened.

She rode down the hill: "Grandpa Guo." ”

Ning Wanzhou was stunned, put away the wine bag, and helped Nan Baozhu off the horse: "Why is my sister here?" ”

He glanced at the tired horse and couldn't help frowning: "Hundreds of miles away, you came here on horseback alone?" My sister is too messy, so I'm not afraid of meeting bandits? ”

Nan Baozhu hugged his waist: "I was afraid that you would be lonely, so I rushed over......"

The revenge is avenged, and some people will feel happy.

But more people will feel lonely and sad, right?

Because no matter how many enemies are killed, the loved ones still cannot be resurrected, and the so-called revenge will not bring comfort at all, but will make people fall into the pride of losing their purpose.

The golden sunlight danced on the girl's face, graceful and gentle.

Ning Wanzhou was held by her, and the hundred steels turned into finger wrapping, and she couldn't blame her at all.

He kissed Nan Baozhu's red lips.

Suddenly, he picked up the girl and walked to a tent.