Chapter 570 Another Eight Hundred
It was already October when the news of the defeat reached Nansang.
Yan Changkong, the battlefield coordinator, is still in the border military camp and has not returned, so Yan Chongming has reappeared in public and is in power.
The news was received during the court meeting. A moment ago, the emperor and all the civil and military officials in the court were in a happy mood, and they were confidently describing the future of Nansang, as if Dongpu and Beixiang had already been taken into their pockets.
The next moment, the news of the defeat in the Liangchang Battle was delivered to Yan Chongming.
"—None of the sixty thousand soldiers returned, and the eight hundred divine soldiers are nowhere to be found. The horses, rations, and all weapons accompanying the army were confiscated by Dongpu. The Battle of Liangcheng was a crushing defeat..."
The entire temple fell into deathly silence.
Since the war began, Nansang has been victorious and has received frequent reports of victory. With the magic soldiers in hand, he is invincible. No one has ever thought that he would be defeated.
In this battle, 60,000 soldiers died, and 800 divine soldiers were lost...
It's more than just a major defeat.
This is a crushing defeat!
Yan Zhongming clasped the armrest of the dragon throne with one hand, his hair and beard standing up in anger, his eyes bloodshot, "Bai! Yu!"
He was fooled by Bai Yu!
Nan Sang was fooled by Bai Yu!
What? The seven countries and Bai Yu failed to reach an agreement? It’s a game, it’s all a game!
In order to make the plan successful, Wen Ren Jing was willing to cut off his arm!
The Seven Kingdoms and the Exiled Lands have joined forces!
And Quartz, who had disappeared for three years, was in Bai Yu's hands, otherwise Nan Sang would never have been defeated!
"Send a message to the Emperor, return to the capital immediately, suspend the plan to attack other countries, and make other plans later!"
Yan Chongming spoke each word with great emphasis, anger surging in his eyes.
Nan Sang and Bai Yu will fight to the death!
…
In mid-October, Nansang withdrew his troops and the seven countries celebrated.
The rice in the land of exile is ripe.
Tianbao changed into coarse cloth clothes and followed his grandfather to cut rice for a whole day.
The Su family has many helpers, so a day is more than enough to harvest twenty acres of land.
But even if someone helped, Grandpa Su didn't just sit back and do nothing.
Grandpa said that farmers’ foundation is agriculture, and no matter whether they are rich or poor, they must not forget their roots.
If one day he stops working in the fields, it means he can no longer move.
Tianbao looked at his grandfather's white hair and wrinkles, said nothing, changed his clothes and started working.
Nianniansuisui has now become his sister's little follower. The two kids carry small bamboo baskets and pick rice ears diligently in the fields.
My elder sister harvested the rice so cleanly that very little was missed. When the little bamboo basket couldn't hold enough, the two children would steal rice from the piled rice. When the little bamboo basket was full, they would bring it to Grandpa with a grunt and a word of praise.
The golden autumn bears abundant fruits, and the harvest season is full of joy.
The fishermen on the small island also share in the joy this year.
After working hard for a year, the fishermen finally got a fair harvest. They would not be robbed and did not have to worry about food being lost. They were so happy that they burst into tears.
Holding the rice they had grown with their own hands, they bowed reverently in the direction of Tubei Village.
This is their new life.
"The rice is harvested, and now it's time to prepare for Big Brother and Bing'er's wedding banquet."
After dinner that day, several young people gathered in the courtyard next door to admire the stars and chat. Su Wu was particularly concerned about the eldest brother's marriage. "Brother, the family has been preparing for it for months. You should hurry up. If you get it done soon, you and Bing'er can have a good honeymoon. When Wang Bai comes back, there will definitely be more trouble."
Su An snorted and laughed, pretending to be proud, "You want me to tell you? I've already set the auspicious date, and I'm just waiting for Wang Bai to come back so I can have a drink with him."
Bing'er covered her face shyly, which made everyone laugh.
After some laughter, we got back to the topic.
Several people came to this yard specifically to have a good talk.
Bai Yu looked up at the moon, his fingers tapping lightly on his knees, keeping time with the autumn insects that were buzzing around him. "Yan Chongming has been tricked. He's afraid I have a way to suppress the divine weapons. He's been forced to retreat to avoid greater losses, and he won't accept that. Now, in his eyes, I'm a stumbling block to his dominance. He absolutely won't give up his ambition to dominate the world. He's been working hard for decades to get to this age. If he doesn't give it a try, his hopes will fade, and he'll have to take his regrets to his grave. So his next plan will be against me. In the spring of the following year, the Exile Land will be in turmoil."
Tianbao stretched his arms and legs, leaned back lazily on the small bamboo chair, and sighed, "I've been waiting for him to come."
“…” After hearing her say this, several people felt speechless.
So the reason why he acted out that trick to confuse Nan Sang with the seven people was actually because he was lazy?
He was too lazy to take Wang Bai and Shi Ying to look for other hiding places of the magic weapons, and too lazy to run around to collect the magic weapons, so he deliberately made Bai Yu hate him, and waited for Nan Sang to come to him and deliver the magic weapons to him.
Bai Yu turned his head and looked at the lazy woman, and smiled unconsciously, "Fortunately, the news of your return has been kept secret. Otherwise, Yan Chongming might not dare to come."
Tianbao nodded, agreeing with him.
Yan Chongming is timid.
On October 20th, after being sunny for many days, autumn rain began to fall.
Every autumn rain brings a chill, and people start to put on more clothes.
Wang Bai returned in the autumn rain with eight hundred divine soldiers.
Relying on his iron body that would not get sick, he even led the new soldiers around the village for a walk. After showing off for a while, he felt bored, kicked the new soldiers to the old soldiers, and continued to carry the poisonous old man up and down the mountain for fun.
The villagers were much calmer this time and their ability to accept things gradually increased.
Compared with the calmness of the villagers, the thugs in the inner city seemed like country bumpkins.
The streets and alleys are full of heated discussions.
"Another eight hundred more! Adding the five hundred from the first time, we have thirteen thousand now! How many divine soldiers are there in total? Five thousand! We took thirteen thousand from the Land of Exile!"
"Nansang is a vast land with abundant resources. Back then, relying on the might of five thousand divine soldiers, other nations were wary of such a vast place and dared not to take any action. How big is the land of exile? With over a thousand divine soldiers, it's even more impregnable than a fortress of iron!"
"It's a pity that all the magic soldiers are staying in Tubei Village. I really want to go and see what they look like!"
"Fuck him! The more I think about the past, the more I feel wronged! I feel uncomfortable all over when I think about it! I clearly went to Tubei Village back then, but why didn't I shamelessly deny it when Mr. Huo pointed out my whereabouts? If I had denied it, I would have become brothers with those divine soldiers today!"
"Come on, go home and look in the mirror. You're not cut out to stay in Tubei Village! Tubei Village doesn't accept people who look like you!"
"Don't say anything, come out, I'm going to kill you right now."
"Who's afraid of who? Your father has accepted this challenge, come and fight!"
Amidst the heated discussions in the city, Su An and Bing'er's wedding date quietly arrived.
Tubei Village was decorated with lanterns and red silk everywhere, and guests came to congratulate in an endless stream.
Wei Li followed Su Wen back again. It had been less than three months since he last left. This time, Mr. Gan really scolded him in front of all the officials with real feelings. He wished he could throw the dragon-headed crutch in his hand to the place of exile and hit Wei Li on the head.
In addition to relatives, friends, and acquaintances from the inner and outer cities, there was also a wave of unexpected guests who came to congratulate.
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