Chapter 102 The wealthy businessman from Changluo and his wife Jintang entered the villa.
The Danu army finally retreated in disgrace.
Luan Shuangbai used the Tiger Descending the Mountain move, and the tip of the spear pierced towards Tuoba Lie with a whistling sound. The latter had no time to dodge, and in panic he subconsciously pushed Cai Miao beside him forward.
The sharp red tasseled spear pierced straight into Cai Miao's chest.
Cai Miao groaned and fell off his horse.
"Second Young Master, save me..." He gripped the spear with both hands, trying to stop the spear from piercing his body, but blood still gushed out from between his fingers, staining the soil beneath him red.
Tuoba Lie didn't even spare a glance at the injured Cai Miao. He turned his horse around and shouted, "Retreat, my men, retreat quickly!"
The imperial guards refused to join the battle, and even if they continued to fight, they would not be a match for the Northern Army.
You should stop loss in time.
Upon hearing the order, the nomadic robbers turned around and galloped away on their horses.
The sharp scimitar was sheathed and pinned to the wide leather belt, and the feathers on the helmet were scattered on the ground.
Cai Miao lay on the ground, looking at the Danu cavalry going away, his eyes full of disbelief.
Luan Shuangbai pulled the reins and looked indifferently at the desert eagle owl landing beside Cai Miao.
The bird of prey smelled the blood and tried to grab a bite of the fresh meat with its sharp claws, its hooked beak eager to try.
"General Luan, cough cough... I know my crime and I deserve to die." Cai Miao's lips trembled slightly and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
At the critical moment of life and death, he realized that the high positions and generous salaries promised by the Danu people were all gone.
"If you'll spare my life, I'll inform the general of the Danu's troop deployment and food storage locations... I'll never betray you again. Please, please..."
Luan Shuangbai remained unmoved.
Having tasted the sweetness of betrayal, his heart is unpredictable. It is inevitable that he will betray again. He cannot be trusted.
He just sighed inaudibly.
"Did you know that your mother, unable to bear the rumors, had already hanged herself?" Luan Shuangbai asked.
Cai Miao did not answer, his eyes were covered with a thick layer of haze.
He has long harbored resentment towards Cai's mother.
Aunt Cai was a widow who had lived a hard life and had high hopes for her son.
"You must listen to your mother, grow up, and make a name for yourself."
She chopped up the preserved egg that her son refused to eat and mixed it into the dumpling filling. The minced meat was mixed with dark brown, and she forced him to swallow it mouthful by mouthful.
"Find a good girl and marry a good man. This is for your own good!"
Later, she made a big fuss at the city gate, making the people coming in and out laugh at her.
Cai Miao gritted his teeth, why?
Is it because the word "filial piety" hangs over one's head that one is unable to make decisions for oneself throughout one's life, no matter how big or small the matter?
He is unwilling to accept it!
Although he is now a prisoner, he still has a chance to turn things around.
He could help the Northern Army attack the Qiyanwushi tribe. He knew the locations of the grassland tents, the patterns of the outer perimeter sentries, and the distribution of the fences and trenches.
As long as he doesn't die!
"At this moment, the Third Army that Commander Cai once led has probably already crossed Meishan and broken into the Danu people's lair."
As if knowing what he was thinking, Luan Shuangbai said lightly.
"Impossible!" Cai Miao's chest heaved violently as a sharp pain came over him.
He tried his best to refute, a hoarse growl coming from his throat, and despair surged in his eyes like a tide.
Why not?
Chu Huai's captain was originally a leader selected from the imperial guards.
During the Tianyou period, a court official submitted a memorial to the emperor proposing to dig a canal, and the old emperor secretly appointed him to gather people from underworld to make arrangements in advance.
There is also the chief of Huashangang in Donglu Prefecture, the Black Wind Demon with two axes, who has made great achievements in battle and has already taken over the Third Army.
It was not difficult for the two of them, under the command of King Yue, to join forces to defeat the crude barbarians.
"King Yue, King Yue..." Cai Miao's eyes gradually became blurred.
He didn't believe that King Yue would dare to send out all the soldiers around him without caring about his own safety.
"When His Royal Highness the Crown Prince faced the Japanese pirates in Lingnan, he also led his troops to fight in person, holding up the Mo Dao and killing the enemy." Luan Shuangbai looked relaxed, but there was a sharpness in his eyes.
Without such courage, how can you be worthy of being the ruler of the world?
Cai Miao wanted to say something, but could only make weak, intermittent breathing sounds, and his hands hung limply at his side.
In the end, he died alone on this cold battlefield.
The autumn wind howled on the battlefield, and the red tassels on the spears fluttered in the wind.
The young general had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and he straightened his back.
With a whistle, the Desert Eagle Owl flew close to the ground and returned to its owner's side.
The woman was wearing a brown leather coat with a fur collar and riding a tall horse with a heroic look. She was looking at Luan Shuangbai with interest.
"Young General, when will your beloved Prince Yue pay me the banknotes?"
The magistrate of Longsha Town summoned back the eagle she trained.
Desert eagle owls circle over the battlefield, monitoring the marching movements of all parties, making command easy.
Longsha Town was poor, and the county magistrate agreed to take sides, just wanting to share a piece of the pie with King Yue.
"Ah, banknotes... Miss Gui is probably making a lot of money!"
At the beginning of winter, the first heavy snow fell in the Twelve Castles.
Snowflakes fell as lightly as catkins, gradually gathering into a curtain of snow, and scattered to every corner of the town.
The top of the newly built Qixian Villa was soon covered with snow, as if it was wearing a soft white hat.
Smoke curls out of the chimney, carrying the aroma of steaming hot skewers.
Mr. Shen, a wealthy businessman who does silk business in Changluo, enters the villa with his beloved wife, Madam Jintang.
The two had just returned from having fun at the ski resort.
Before setting foot in the North, they only knew that the place was poor and destitute.
Although it occupies nearly a quarter of Daliang's land area, it is covered with ice and snow half of the year.
The people worked hard, but due to the harsh climate and meager land output, the harvested food was not enough to fill their stomachs.
"If Mr. Shen believes in me, just go to the northern border and you will definitely find a surprise." The merchant who has been delivering tea to the silk shop all year round vowed.
Since there was no worry about banditry in the north recently, he and his companions went to collect medicinal herbs from the snow-capped mountains.
I found that this place has a brand new look.
"Master, I heard that the snow in the northern border is as heavy as a mat. I really yearn for it." Madam Jintang said coquettishly, "I live in the prosperous Changluo, but I have never seen such a magnificent snow scene."
She affectionately pulled Mr. Shen's sleeve and shook it gently.
Mr. Shen agreed immediately.
Since the imperial court issued the "Chengshuo Baochao", business in the south has become increasingly difficult.
Faced with the government's heavy taxes and excessive extortion, Mr. Shen was so worried that his hair turned gray and he had already been thinking about a way out.
He obtained a pass to Donglu Prefecture under the pretext of negotiating business.
After several attempts by middlemen, he met the Shaoqing, who was responsible for receiving guests, at the Chunhe Jingming Inn in Laicheng.
Shaoqing is not very old and is a talented person newly recruited by His Royal Highness Prince Yue through the imperial examination.
"If Mr. Shen is interested in doing business in our northern border, he might as well spend a few days in the Twelve Forts to investigate carefully before making a decision."
Shaoqing personally poured tea for Mr. Shen and was very enthusiastic.
Mr. Shen had never seen such a amiable official, and his favorable impression of him increased immediately.
But the North is covered in ice and snow, what is there worth visiting?
He and his wife were both wrapped in an extremely thick sable fur cloak, wearing a jeweled felt hat, and their hands were hidden in fox fur muffs.
Even so, he would retract his neck from time to time, and the white air exhaled from his mouth floated in the cold air.
By the time we get to Twelve Forts, we won’t even be able to eat a hot meal, right?
Mr. Shen was worried.
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