Taiping Lie 361. Ye Li returns, Bei Rong takes action

Princess Ding, Ye Li, defeated the Northern Border King Ren Qining in just over a month as a woman, and completely pacified the entire northeast region in more than two months. The border with the northern barbarians returned to the place where it was in the Great Chu era. However, the returned territories and people were no longer the people of the Great Chu, but from then on they were under the jurisdiction of the Dingguo Palace.

Although the rulers of the great states such as Da Chu, Xiling, and Beirong could see the unstable foundation of the northern border and the hidden dangers that Ren Qining saw, but after all, there were millions of people, and Princess Ding was able to pacify the rebellion in less than three months, which shocked the world. From then on, Princess Ding Ye Li had also established a record of military merit that was completely unmatched by any famous general in history. The people under the Ding Palace and outside the Zijing Pass that had just been pacified treated Princess Ding like a god.

In the palace of the Southern King in Xiling Town, Lei Zhenting was studying the map on the table. Ever since Cangmangshan and Mo Jingli got involved, Mo Jingli began to show signs of provoking Xiling. Cangmangshan was indeed quite capable, and Lei Zhenting suffered a few minor losses in the confrontations, which made Lei Zhenting more determined to destroy Cangmangshan.

Below the seat, Master Qingchen, dressed in white, sat calmly. Although Cangmang Mountain was hidden in the deep mountains and had a natural formation as a cover, Master Qingchen's face did not show the slightest worry. He just sipped his tea leisurely, waiting for Lei Zhenting's reaction.

"Father! Father..." Lei Tengfeng came in hurriedly holding a letter, and Lei Zhenting couldn't help but frown. In terms of age, Lei Tengfeng is not much different from Xu Qingchen, Mo Xiuyao and others. But let's not talk about strategies and means, even in terms of personality, he is far less calm and steady than these two. No wonder Lei Zhenting has always been worried about his only son.

In fact, Lei Tengfeng's own ability and strategy may not be as good as Mo Xiuyao and Xu Qingchen, but he is definitely not worse than Mo Jingli, Ren Qining and others. It's just that he has been under the shadow of his father for many years and lacks experience, so his personality is slightly inferior to others.

"Master Qingchen is still here. How can you be so loud and shouting? What happened?" Lei Zhenting said in a deep voice.

Lei Tengfeng was also shocked when he saw Xu Qingchen sitting on the side as soon as he entered the room. He secretly regretted his rashness. However, being scolded by his father in front of Xu Qingchen made him look unhappy. Xu Qingchen put down his teacup and said with a smile: "Prince Rui must have come here for something important. I will take my leave first."

Lei Zhenting took a look at the letter in Lei Tengfeng's hand and could guess what it was about. He shook his head and said, "Master Qingchen is not an outsider, just tell me directly."

Lei Tengfeng hesitated for a moment, then presented the letter to Lei Zhenting and said, "Princess Ding defeated Ren Qining's army of one million men, and Ren Qining committed suicide."

"What?" Even though Lei Zhenting had experienced many ups and downs, he couldn't help but be stunned. He didn't blame his son for his loss of composure just now. Originally, Beirong and Beijie formed an alliance. Although Lei Zhenting was not optimistic about it, he was also happy to see it happen. After all, although he now had to cooperate with Dingwang Mansion to deal with Cangmang Mountain, he also had to guard against Dingwang Mansion's sudden attack from behind. With Beijie's restraint, he felt much more at ease. But he didn't expect that only Ye Li could destroy Beijie in two months, and Mo Xiuyao didn't even make a move. Was Dingwang Mansion too strong or Beijie too vulnerable?

Thinking of this, Lei Zhenting's expression changed when he looked at Xu Qingchen. Xu Qingchen seemed to be unaware and looked indifferent. Lei Zhenting calmed down and smiled at Xu Qingchen, "Princess Ding is indeed a rare female figure. I would like to congratulate Master Qingchen and the Ding Palace."

Xu Qingchen smiled calmly. Although pacifying the northern border was an unrepeatable good fortune, he was still very happy that his cousin had successfully accomplished such a great feat. He nodded and smiled faintly, "Thank you, Prince. Li'er is still young. It is also his luck that he has achieved such a feat by accident this time." Lei Tengfeng, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but twitch his mouth when he heard this. Princess Ding has only been famous for ten years. She guarded Yonglin, pacified the northwest, and swept Xiling. Now she has pacified the northern border. Even his father has suffered at her hands. Such a person is still young. When she grows older, will she be allowed to live?

Xu Qingchen probably also felt that such humble words sounded more like bragging to outsiders, so he smiled and changed the topic, saying, "The affairs of the northern border are thousands of miles away, so let's not worry about them. Let's talk about what to do with Cangmang Mountain. If you and I are both reasonable but can't even take down Cangmang Mountain, I will be too ashamed to return to Licheng."

Lei Zhenting and Lei Tengfeng also looked refreshed. The northern border was a foregone conclusion and it was useless to entangle it. However, the northern border needed to be carefully re-arranged. However, if the tens of thousands of soldiers of the Zhennan Palace, plus the wise Qingchen, could not take down a mere Cangmang Mountain, then Ren Qining was not the most ridiculous person in the world, but they were. Moreover, Mo Jingli relied on the support of Cangmang Mountain to provoke him repeatedly in Yunlanjiang, and Lei Zhenting could not bear this. Now Cangmang Mountain has only caused a little loss of face to Ding Palace, but it has become a big enemy for Xiling!

Lei Zhenting nodded and said, "Master Qingchen's words make sense. I wonder what Master Qingchen thinks of the natural formation in the vast mountains?"

Xu Qingchen frowned and said, "Although I have seen the map, it is still incomplete. I have some ideas in my mind, but I need to go to Cangmang Mountain in person to verify them."

Lei Zhenting said, "There have been some minor incidents on the banks of the Yunlan River recently, so I cannot accompany you. So, I will lead 50,000 elite soldiers to accompany you to Cangmang Mountain. What do you think?" Xu Qingchen nodded, bowed to Lei Tengfeng and said with a smile, "Then we will have Prince Lao Rui."

Lei Tengfeng quickly responded, "It's my job, Master Qingchen, don't worry about it."

After sending Xu Qingchen away, Lei Zhenting and his son were silent for a long time in the study. Lei Tengfeng asked with some concern: "Father, are you just going to leave the North Territory alone?" Lei Zhenting smiled bitterly and said, "Why? The North Territory has nothing to do with my Xiling, and it was the North Territory who first provoked the Dingwang Mansion. Even if it destroys the country and dies, it is their own death and no one else's fault. But... even I didn't expect that Ye Li would be so..." Lei Tengfeng couldn't help but sigh, "The Princess of Ding is really incomparable to the women in this world. Even those people in Cangmang Mountain are probably a million miles behind Princess Ding."

Lei Zhenting looked at the letter Lei Tengfeng presented, "Princess Ding posthumously conferred the title of Changqing King on Ren Qining? What a nice gesture..." Back in Xiling, Ren Qining had plotted to kill Ye Li, which directly led to the bloodshed of the Xiling nobles being killed by Mo Xiuyao. For such a person, it was already good enough that Ye Li didn't see him torn into pieces and dumped in the wilderness. He was actually posthumously conferred the title of king and buried with royal ceremony.

"Although Princess Ding is a woman, she already has the mind and bearing of a man who can turn the tide and look down on the world." Lei Zhenting sighed softly.

Both the father and the son sighed repeatedly, and in the end they could only sigh that Mo Xiuyao was unlucky.

In Jiangnan, in the palace of the Regent of Dachu, Mo Jingli was far less calm than Lei Zhenting and his son when he received the news. With a wave of his hand, he swept the things on the desk to the ground, and clenched the letter in his hand tightly, revealing the veins on the back of his hand.

"Ye Li... What a Ye Li!" No matter how powerful he is now, Mo Jingli feels extremely unwilling all the time. Perhaps he understood a long time ago that abandoning that woman was the biggest loss and regret of his life. And now, every achievement of Prince Ding's Mansion seems to be showing his incompetence, and the news that Ye Li has pacified the northern border is more like a kind of irony to him.

"What are you making a fuss about?" Dongfang You appeared at the door of the study, took off her snow-white clothes, and put on the gorgeous clothes of the Regent Princess. Dongfang You's originally beautiful face became more graceful and noble. Just looking at the cold and sarcastic eyes looking at Mo Jingli, it can't help but make people think that they are a newlywed couple.

Mo Jingli's face darkened and he asked unhappily, "What are you doing here?"

Dongfang You ignored his expression, walked into the study calmly, crossed the messy ground and stood in front of Mo Jingli, and said with a smile: "Are you angry about Prince Ding's Mansion and Ye Li killing Ren Qining?"

Mo Jingli snorted and said sarcastically, "The news from Cangmang Mountain is indeed well-informed."

Dongfang You raised his eyebrows and said, "Cangmang Mountain is naturally well-informed. What's so strange about this? I knew this news ten days ago."

Mo Jingli's face changed, and he grabbed Dongfang You and said, "Ten days ago? Why don't you tell me?!" Dongfang You casually slapped his hand away and laughed disdainfully, "Why should I tell you? Do you think that if I marry you, you can control Cangmang Mountain? Mo Jingli, you think too highly of yourself. My master agreed to assist you only because he had no choice. Don't you think about what kind of material you are!"

Being mocked by his own wife, Mo Jingli's expression twisted. He pushed Dong Fangyou away and shouted angrily, "You bastard! You..." Dong Fangyou said to him unceremoniously, "My master told me to tell you not to act on your own. Don't you look at your current strength? If you really piss off Lei Zhenting, you will be in big trouble!"

After saying that, without caring about Mo Jingli's expression, Dongfang You turned around and walked out the door. Mo Jingli stared at Dongfang You's back with a cold expression as he disappeared through the door, and gritted his teeth and said, "Dong, Fang, You..."

No matter how hard Mo Jingli tried, he still couldn't change the fact that he couldn't touch Dongfangyou now. When he planned to marry Dongfangyou, he was just after the power of Cangmang Mountain. Now that he got it, he also understood why Mo Xiuyao disdained the power of Cangmang Mountain. Why did Lei Zhenting, who has always been ambitious, not interfere in the affairs of Cangmang Mountain from the beginning?

Yes, Cangmangshan is indeed very powerful. With the help of Cangmangshan, the strength of Dachu has improved a lot in just a few months. Even if it competes with Lei Zhenting now, it may not be without a fight. But at the same time, he is also controlled by Cangmangshan. Many decisions he made need to be approved by Dongfang Hui, and Dongfang You is even more resentful of him and finds fault everywhere. The regent of Dachu is actually controlled by two women. Such humiliation cannot make up for the anger in Mo Jingli's heart even with the greatest power.

While all parties were discussing this, Ye Li had already dealt with all the affairs of Changqing City and left the rest of the trivial matters to Leng Haoyu, Leng Huai and others. She brought Zhuo Jing and a few others through the pass to the Mo family army camp where Mo Xiuyao was.

Mo Xiuyao had been waiting outside the door early. When he saw Ye Li and the others riding their horses, he immediately flew over to meet them and landed on Ye Li's horse. The horse under Ye Li was also a rare and precious horse. It was not at all panicked when a person fell on it out of nowhere, and it continued to move forward steadily. Mo Xiuyao sat behind Ye Li, one hand around her waist, and the other hand holding the reins. The horse neighed and turned around and ran in another direction. Qin Feng and Zhuo Jing were left looking at each other, not knowing whether to chase or not.

After a long while, Qin Feng shook his head and said, "Let's go back first. Nothing will happen with the prince and the princess together." The prince obviously wanted to be alone with the princess. If they followed him without knowing what was going on, wouldn't the prince remember them in his heart? Who knows, they might get into trouble someday. The others also thought it made sense, so they rode their horses to the camp first. Then the generals who were waiting outside the camp to welcome the princess back would wait in vain, and they would look at each other and go back.

Mo Xiuyao and Ye Li rode a horse together. After running for a while, Mo Xiuyao ignored the horse. He let it walk on its own and even stopped to nibble on the grass. Mo Xiuyao just held Ye Li in his arms, rested his chin on her shoulder and rubbed it affectionately, "Ali, you are finally back. I missed you so much."

Ye Li turned around helplessly, kissed him on the face, leaned into his arms and whispered, "I miss you too."

Mo Xiuyao's eyes lit up. He lifted her small chin, stared at her warm and rosy red lips, and kissed her fiercely, "Ali..."

"Xiu Yao... stop it..." Ye Li was startled by his sudden passion, but Mo Xiu Yao was unwilling to stop, and raised his hands to hold the back of her head, deepening the kiss. Ye Li was helpless, and with a sigh in her heart, she raised her hands to wrap around his neck, and also sank into an intimate entanglement.

Mo Xiuyao hugged Ye Li and fell to one side. They both fell off the horse. Ye Li hugged Mo Xiuyao reflexively. They both fell on the grass and rolled a long way before stopping. Mo Xiuyao looked down at the blushing face under him, gave her a series of lingering kisses, buried his head in Ye Li's hair and smiled softly, "Ali, Ali..."

Silver hair and black hair intertwined, particularly conspicuous but as if they were born to be intertwined. Ye Li smiled and said softly: "Xiu Yao, I'm back."

Mo Xiuyao helped Ye Li to stand up, and the two sat side by side on the grass. It turned out that Ye Li's horse was walking casually and had reached a valley not far from the promised place. The two sat on the valley and looked down, and they could see the barracks of the Beirong army in the distance.

"Ali pacified the northern border in just over two months, but I haven't achieved any success in the past two months. I am so ashamed." Mo Xiuyao looked at Ye Li eagerly and smiled jokingly.

Ye Li stretched out her hand and pulled his handsome face, and said with a smile: "Take Beirong and Beijie as examples, why didn't Yeluye fight you to death?" Although they are two countries, the difference between Beirong and Beijie is more than the difference between heaven and earth? Beirong has been established for hundreds of years, and has invaded the Central Plains every time in successive dynasties. Although it has never really invaded the Central Plains, it can be said that the biggest threat to the Central Plains dynasty is Beirong. Moreover, the climate and environment of Beirong are harsh, and the people are more fierce and martial than Beijie. It can be said that although Yeluye has formed an alliance with Beijie, he actually just regards Ren Qining as a pawn to restrain the Mohist army, and has never put him in the position of an equal ally.

Mo Xiuyao gently rubbed Ye Li's face and said with a smile: "He doesn't want to fight me to death, he just wants my life." Yelu Ye still wanted to go back to Beirong to fight for the throne of Beirong King with Yelu Hong, so why would he fight with Mo Xiuyao? It's a pity that there are so many people in this world who want Mo Xiuyao's life, but Mo Xiuyao is still alive and getting better and better.

"Have Yelu Hong and Princess Ronghua returned?" Ye Li asked.

Mo Xiuyao nodded and said, "That's right, but Helian Zhen has already arrived. And he brought 800,000 troops with him. Now there are at least 1.3 million people in the Beirong camp."

"So many?" Ye Li frowned slightly. No wonder Mo Xiuyao said that it had been so long but there was no progress. Not to mention the troops from all over Da Chu that Ding Wangfu had recovered, the elite soldiers of the Mo family army totaled less than one million, and they had to guard all the places. In terms of troops, they could not compete with the Northern Rong.

Mo Xiuyao smiled coldly and said, "The more the better. I promised Yelu Hong not to touch his Beirong base, but they came through the pass on their own, so don't go back." Seeing the murderous aura flashing across Mo Xiuyao's face, Ye Li kissed his somewhat cold cheek with pity and said softly, "Don't worry, we will avenge big brother."

Mo Xiuyao nodded, "Ali, thank you."

The two of them rode down the small valley, and at the foot of the mountain was a small village. However, the small village was sparsely populated, and the villagers had dull eyes and were as thin as bones. Their ragged clothes made it unbearable to watch. Thinking of the people under the rule of the Dingwang Mansion in the northwest, who lived and worked in peace and contentment, and then looking at these exhausted and hopeless people, Ye Li couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Seeing her staring at those people in a trance, Mo Xiuyao couldn't help but sigh softly, holding her in his arms and whispering, "We will definitely deal with the Beirong people as soon as possible." Ye Li asked with some doubt, "Why don't these people leave here?"

Mo Xiuyao shook his head and said, "Where else can we go if we leave here? Even if Prince Ding's Mansion can accommodate them, many people will die of hunger on the way there. Moreover... the northwest is so small that there is no place to accommodate so many people. Where in the world is there no chaos now? Even if we flee to the south, the south is still not peaceful. There are also many old and young women and children. Firstly, it is difficult for them to leave their hometown, and secondly, they do not have the ability to walk such a long way. This The same is true for the whole village. The young ones either joined the army or fled. The ones left behind are the elderly who can't leave and the young and helpless children. They are already lucky. Most of the people in the north were killed when the Beirong army just invaded the interior. There are villages like this everywhere..." Mo Xiuyao couldn't help but feel a little sad when he said this.

When the Northern Rong invaded Great Chu, he was planning to attack Xiling, and naturally there were no troops in the northwest to support Great Chu against the Northern Rong. Although the Ding Palace had already severed all ties with Great Chu at that time, and there was nothing wrong with its reputation and righteousness. But facing these sad and numb people, Mo Xiuyao's heart was not made of iron, and he could not avoid a trace of guilt.

"You two... are you the Prince Ding and the Princess?" The two were walking along the road, and suddenly a trembling old voice came from the side of the road. The two looked carefully, and saw a 70-year-old white-haired, ragged man standing on the side of the road with a wooden stick, looking at them tremblingly.

Mo Xiuyao looked at the old man in silence for a long while before asking, "How did you know?"

The old man said excitedly: "I heard that His Royal Highness Prince Ding is in his prime but has a head of white hair... and I have also heard that Prince Ding's military camp is just a few dozen miles away. Prince, Princess... please save the people of our Great Chu." As he spoke, the old man's wooden stick tilted, and he knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face. A few villagers not far away also heard what the old man said, and they hurried over and soon knelt on the ground, crying bitterly.

Ye Li looked around and saw that those present were either elderly people in their sixties or seventies, children of a few years old, and a few women and children. Except for the ignorant children, everyone had a look of deep sorrow on their faces, but they looked at Ye Li and Mo Xiu Yao with a little hope.

Ye Li leaned over and helped the old man in the lead up, and was speechless for a moment.

Glancing at Mo Xiuyao, seeing that he was also speechless, Ye Li said softly, "Old man, are you willing to leave here?" The old man shook his head and said, "We are already half buried in the ground, where can we go? I only hope that the prince and princess can drive those thieves out, so as to avenge our many tragically killed fellow villagers and let our ignorant children grow up in peace. We old guys, if we die, we die..."

Ye Li saw the pale and skinny faces of these people and knew how hard their lives were. He sighed and said, "I'll have someone send some food over later. Winter will come in two months. But if possible, you should move back a little. When the autumn harvest comes, the Northern Rong soldiers will surely come out to rob food. If the two armies fight for a few more days, it will be even more troubled here."

"This..." The old man was a little hesitant. Their village was the closest to the front line of the two armies, and they were often harassed by the Northern Rong people. Fortunately, the Northern Rong people no longer killed people on sight like they did when they first entered the pass. But these people were either old and weak or young and ignorant. Where could they go?

Mo Xiu Yao said in a deep voice: "There are several villages sixty miles away. There are not many people there now. You can live there, and the front line will not move back any further. You can live there with peace of mind. The king will send someone to escort you there tomorrow." Mo Xiu Yao's words were tantamount to a promise that no matter how the war was going on in the front, as long as the Mo family army still had a single soldier, they would never retreat a single step.

Hearing this, everyone was overjoyed, and they knelt down to Ye Li and Mo Xiuyao with tears in their eyes. Ye Li helplessly helped the old man up, and then pulled up a small child beside him. The child was only about five or six years old, and he looked up at Ye Li without fear. Ye Li smiled at him faintly. The child blushed immediately, grabbed the old man's sleeve and hid behind him. Ye Li thought of the high-spirited Mo Xiaobao, Leng Junhan, Xu Zhirui and others in Ding Wangfu, and then looked at the skinny and short child in front of him wearing old clothes that didn't fit him, and felt very sad.

Because of what they saw at the foot of the mountain, the two of them had no intention of wandering around, so they had to go back to the camp together.

When they returned to the camp, many generals came out to greet them. At this time, except for Zhang Qilan guarding Xiling, General Yuan Pei guarding Feihong Pass, Murong Shen guarding Chujing, and Leng Huaiyuan in Changqing, the most famous generals of the Mohist Army gathered in the camp, and there were dozens of them.

"Princess, you have pacified the northern border, and your contribution will be remembered for generations. I would like to congratulate you." The third son of the Feng family was wearing a flamboyant red robe, which was not as good as the generals wearing battle robes. However, he was elegant and had an extraordinary spirit.

Ye Li smiled faintly, cupped her hands and said: "This is all thanks to everyone. Master Feng San is overjoyed."

All the generals also congratulated Ye Li in unison. They had always respected Princess Ding, and now with her achievements in pacifying the northern border, no one in the Mohist army dared to doubt Princess Ding's ability anymore.

Ye Li came back, and Mo Xiuyao was in a good mood. He dismissed everyone and left only Lu Jinxian and others to discuss matters. Everyone couldn't help asking about Ye Li's affairs in the North. Ye Li didn't want to dampen everyone's interest, so she had to pick out some important things to talk about. Everyone sighed at Ren Qining's misfortune and Ding Wangfu's good fortune. Sure enough, God's will was on Ding Wangfu's side. On the other hand, they also secretly sighed at the princess's means and vision. They might be able to lead troops to pacify the North, but to take over the North so easily, it can almost be said to be bloodless. I'm afraid no two people present can do it.

After listening to Ye Li, Mo Xiuyao pondered for a moment and said, "Leng Huai and Leng Haoyu are enough in Changqing, so let He Su come back later."

Ye Li raised her eyebrows and smiled, "It seems that this is a bit tricky. There are so many brave generals in the army, and we have to transfer He Su back." Lu Jinxian and others also knew that He Su was Ye Li's man, and smiled and said, "What the princess said is right. Helian Zhen has been neglected by the King of Beirong in recent years. It is rare that he has not become a waste, and he has actually cultivated several talents. Now Beirong has millions of brave soldiers, and there are also many brave generals under his command. I have heard that General He's ability to lead troops and young generals is the best. It would be a good thing if he could come."

Nan Hou stroked his beard and nodded with a smile, "That's right, the princess has many talented people under her. Among the young generals, General He Su is indeed better. But my son is useless." After saying that, Nan Hou glared at Fu Zhao with a look of regret. Fu Zhao touched his nose innocently. It's not that he didn't work hard, but that the world is really full of evil.

Ye Li smiled and said, "Nan Hou, you are too kind. The prince is a rare talent with both civil and military talents. How can anyone compare to him?" He lowered his head and thought for a while, "Well, General Leng Huai is highly respected, and Leng Haoyu has a flexible and changeable personality. With them in Changqing, the areas outside Zijing Pass will soon be able to return to their former prosperity. But, what kind of famous general is there in the Northern Frontier Camp that makes General Lu so jealous?"

Lu Jinxian said: "There is a young general named Helian Peng in the Northern Rong Army, who should be the junior of Helian Zhen. But when it comes to using troops, I'm afraid Helian Zhen is a little inferior to him. Now the Northern Rong Army has Yeluye Helian Zhen and Helian Peng in charge, and there are millions of elite soldiers. It is really a bit troublesome." Although he said there were some troubles, there was no look of trouble on Lu Jinxian's face, but instead he was eager to try.

"Since Yelu Hong has returned to Beirong, Yelu Ye is now in charge of the army. I don't know if everything will go smoothly for Yelu Hong after he returns to Beirong. If everything goes smoothly, Yelu Ye won't be able to do so for long." Ye Li pondered.

Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows disdainfully and said, "If he can't even handle that little thing, Yelu Hong might as well die. Now that A'li is back, I just want to meet Helian Zhen and see if he is still as skilled as he was back then!" Speaking of Helian Zhen, Mo Xiuyao's eyes inevitably showed a bit more hostility. It's not that Helian Zhen is really a genius, it just happened that the Ding Wang Mansion had never been defeated in hundreds of years, but it happened to fall into the hands of Helian Zhen. Although it was not a defeat in battle, a defeat is a defeat. It has to be said that the chapter more than ten years ago was the most frustrating and loss-making battle that the Ding Wang Mansion had fought in hundreds of years. How could Mo Xiuyao not remember Helian Zhen?

Soon Mo Xiuyao remembered Helian Zhen, and Helian Zhen also did not forget Mo Xiuyao. Back then, Helian Zhen was the most famous general in Beirong. He was about to defeat Ding Wangfu and become the most powerful god of war in Beirong. However, he was killed by Mo Xiuyao, a boy of only 18 years old, who rushed out of nowhere and burned him with fire. In that battle, Beirong invested no less troops than now, and was about to win a great victory, but in the end, the whole army was almost wiped out. Although Mo Xiuyao also paid a huge price, the loss of Beirong was also extremely heavy.

In the Beirong camp, Yelu Ye sat in the main seat, and on his left and right sat a fifty-year-old white-bearded veteran and a sturdy young man in his twenties. But unlike the usual aggressive and brave Beirong people, his eyes were seldom calm and sharp. These two people were the former Beirong flying cavalry general Helian Zhen and his adopted son Helian Peng who came to reinforce Yelu Ye.

Before Mo Xiuyao and Helian Zhen arrived, the two armies fought a small battle every three days and a big battle every five days. After the arrival of the commander-in-chief, everyone calmed down and acted more cautiously. In the past half month, neither side has taken the initiative to provoke a battle.

"I've said it before, Ren Qining is totally unsuitable. We should have found Lei Zhenting as an ally from the beginning." Helian Zhen said in a deep voice.

Yeluye looked gloomy and said in a cold voice: "I really didn't expect that Ren Qining was so incompetent. He was forced to commit suicide and almost annihilated by a woman in less than three months! The reason why he was chosen was firstly because of the geographical advantage, and secondly because Lei Zhenting was too ambitious and cunning, and was far less easy to control than Ren Qining."

Helian Zhen said: "So what should we do now? The Seventh Prince has signed a military order to the King, vowing not to return to the Northern Rong until the Mo Family Army is defeated. Now that Princess Ding has pacified the northern border, the Ding Palace will certainly send more troops here soon. It's a bit too late to join forces with Lei Zhenting now." Lei Zhenting is not without worries now. Mo Jingli in Jiangnan is also eyeing him covetously. In Xiling, the Emperor of Xiling is also watching Lei Zhenting all the time, hoping that he will show his weakness so that he can seize power in one move. If Lei Zhenting puts all his efforts into fighting the Ding Palace at this time, the outcome of the two sides' cooperation may be unpredictable, but no matter who wins or loses, Lei Zhenting will definitely be the one who suffers in the end.

Yeluye sighed and said, "Fortunately, our military strength is far greater than Mo Xiuyao's, so we may still win."

Helian Peng, who had been sitting next to him and remained silent, raised his head and said, "Prince, that may not be true." Yelu Ye raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean?" Helian Peng said, "Although our current military strength is far superior to that of the Mohist Army, but... China was originally the territory of the Mohist Army. As long as they want to expand their troops, I'm afraid they can recruit a million troops in a blink of an eye. Even if they are not as elite as the original Mohist Army, they are still useful. Moreover, in my opinion, Mo Xiuyao is not such a short-sighted person. He cannot be unaware that the Mohist Army's military strength is far less than that of other countries. Why didn't he implement conscription at all?"

Yelu Ye couldn't help but frown, staring at Helian Peng seriously and asked: "You mean, Mo Xiuyao has hidden his strength?" Helian Peng nodded and said: "Yes. I think the Mo family army is definitely more than the troops we know. I am afraid that Mo Xiuyao has hidden a large number of troops in a place we don't know, just waiting to give our army a fatal blow. Your Highness must not take it lightly."

Yeluye nodded. He was not really a conceited person. And he was willing to be more cautious when facing Shangmo Xiuyao. Yeluye said, "Helian, what do you think?"

Helian Peng said: "I plan to test the strength of the Mohist Army first."

Yelu Ye looked at him with interest and said, "How are you going to try? In the past six months, our army has fought with the Mohist army for dozens of times. I can only say that the Mohist army is indeed a powerful army that has been feared by the world for more than 200 years." When it comes to the fighting power of the Mohist army, even Yelu Ye has to admire it. The physical fitness of the Central Plains people is not as good as that of these nomadic peoples. Although many people in the Central Plains practice internal skills and have advanced martial arts, they can fight ten enemies at once. But after all, practicing martial arts takes time, and not everyone can practice advanced martial arts. Therefore, the fighting power of the Central Plains troops has always been weaker than that of the Northern Rong when the same number of troops is compared. However, the Mohist Army was clearly an accident. Every soldier in the Mohist Army had strength that was completely different from that of the Northern Rong warriors, which made the battles more intense every time the two armies clashed.

Helian Peng hesitated for a moment and said, "Qilin."

"Qilin?" As soon as these words came out, even Yelu Ye and Helian Zhen couldn't help but be moved. The Qilin army had not been in existence for long, but they had repeatedly made extraordinary achievements. They were present in several of the great victories of the Mohist army, but very few people in the world had actually seen them. They were like ghosts.

Yelu Ye said: "Qilin was created by Princess Dingguo and is the most mysterious army in the Mohist Army led by Princess Dingguo herself. Does Helian want to challenge Princess Dingguo?"

Helian Peng raised his eyebrows and said, "Is it not possible?"

Yeluye smiled and said, "Not impossible. I thought Helian was arrogant and wanted to fight Mo Xiuyao directly." Helian Peng said calmly, "I will not look down on women, especially when this woman is the Princess of Dingguo. And, for some reason, I always feel that if we don't get rid of this Qilin first, Beirong will fall into their hands sooner or later."

Yeluye was slightly shocked and asked, "Why do you think so?"

Helian Peng pondered for a moment and said, "I don't know either, I just have this feeling. Since the Qilin appeared, it has always taken the enemy by surprise and has never missed its target every time it attacks. We, the warriors of Beirong, may not be afraid of anyone if we want to kill them head-on on the battlefield, but dealing with such an elusive enemy is exactly our army's weakness."

Yeluye nodded in agreement. He had been dealing with the Mohist army for so long, so he certainly knew all this. However, the strengths and weaknesses of the Northern Rong army were the habits accumulated by the tribesmen over thousands of years, and they could not be changed in a short time, even if they wanted to. "How does Helian plan to deal with Qilin?"

Helian Zhen beside him smiled and said, "Ever since Qilin appeared, Peng'er has been very interested in these people, so we have also trained a group of people just to deal with Qilin."

Hearing this, Yelu Ye was really surprised, and looked at Helian Peng and said, "Is it really so?" Over the years, his father had been very displeased with Helian Zhen, and had removed his military power and left him at home. Under such circumstances, how could Yelu Ye not be surprised that such an army could be trained. If there had not been this war, such an army that could kill people and be invisible would have been perfect for dealing with Yelu Hong.

Helian Peng remained calm and nodded, saying, "Not bad. In the Central Plains, they call the Qilin a benevolent beast, which is a bit too gentle and lacks some of the fierceness. I call this group of people Jiaozi."

"Ya Zi?" Although Yelu Ye was from the Northern Rong, as a prince, he naturally had some knowledge of the Central Plains culture. Ya Zi - the ninth son of the dragon, looks like a jackal, loves bloody killings, and is called a dragon son but is actually a ferocious beast. Yelu Ye was somewhat curious that Helian Peng also had some knowledge of the Central Plains culture.

"Yes." Helian Zhen said loudly, "At the beginning, I was careless and was defeated by that young boy Mo Xiuyao. If I can't avenge this humiliation, I will not be able to face the ancestors of the Helian family even if I die. I have waited for more than ten years for this day. Don't worry, Your Highness the Seventh Prince, this time I will definitely make sure that the Mo family army will never be able to turn things around."

Yeluye naturally knew Helian Zhen's hatred for Mo Xiuyao. It can be said that Helian Zhen's life was made and lost by Ding Wangfu. He spent half his life in the military, and his greatest achievement was defeating the Mo family army and killing Mo Xiuwen. But his biggest defeat was also lost to the Mo family army and Mo Xiuyao. Nodding, Yeluye said in a deep voice: "In this case, I will have to trouble my uncle and Helian. I will listen to the good news. What does Helian plan to do?"

Helian Peng pondered for a moment and said, "Ye Li has just returned, so he will not be ready to defend against us so quickly. What I mean is, we will attack at night tonight."

Yeluye hesitated for a moment, "Are you sure?"

Helian Peng smiled and said, "Don't worry, Your Highness. It's just a test."

"In that case, it's approved."