Chile River.
Green Flag State.
Wanyan tribe.
The former patriarch Wanyan Honglie died when the first snow fell last year.
She died peacefully because her lifelong wish had come true.
Today, the Wanyan tribe has grown fivefold! All the tribesmen are living a good life under the leadership of the new tribe leader Peng Yuyan.
They no longer lacked food or salt, and even had more money in their pockets, so they could easily go to Xinzhou City to buy rouge, powder, or silk and satin.
When the old patriarch left, she held Peng Yuyan's hand and chattered for most of the night. She thanked Peng Yuyan and Fu Xiaoguan, the emperor of Daxia.
She hopes that Peng Yuyan can stay in the tribe forever and lead the tribe to greater prosperity.
Peng Yuyan had promised her, but now she can only regret it.
Because her two sons came back and brought her a piece of news - the First Army will pass through the Peacock Kingdom to march westward!
"Your Majesty's last Northern Expedition crushed the Peacock Kingdom. You're passing through the Peacock Kingdom... Tell me what the situation is like there now?"
Yu Dingshan poured his mother a cup of milk tea and said, "According to the latest news from the Tianji Pavilion, Kuchan has already occupied most of the Peacock Kingdom!"
"He could have captured Huayue City, the capital of the Peacock Nation, but he didn't. He sent out six armies to sweep across the rest of the country, leaving Huayue City alone. I don't know what his strategic intentions were."
Peng Yuyan pondered for a moment, "I'm afraid this isn't Kuchan's decision. I heard Yu Shurong went to Peacock Country?"
"Well, actually, there's another secret..." Yu Dingshan leaned over and whispered, "Commander Guan told us that His Majesty has sent a division of the Marine Corps to carry out the decapitation plan. I'm afraid Yu Shurong won't survive for long, and even Ku Chan won't be spared."
Peng Yuyan was silent for a moment. She had some understanding of the combat effectiveness of the Marine Corps. After all, her daughter Yu Ruoxing married Wang Xiaozhuang, commander of the Fifth Army of the Great Xia Army.
Yu Ruoxing would return to the Wanyan tribe once a year, and occasionally Wang Xiaozhuang would come to see her when he had time off. Of course, more often than not, her daughter would come back with her two grandsons to stay for a month or so.
"What a pity for Kuchan, he was harmed by your aunt!"
"That child came to Chi Le Chuan to spread Buddhism and single-handedly built three temples here. Although he has long since left, the temples here are still thriving."
Peng Yuyan picked up the milk tea and took a sip, then looked up at the blue sky. She still remembered the little monk, but she didn't understand why he went to the Peacock Kingdom and why he wanted to fight for hegemony?
If he devoted himself to Buddhism, he would surely become a great monk in Daxia, but now...
The emperor and Kuchan had a good relationship. Back then, Kuchan lived in the Wanyan tribe. When the emperor came here, they had a very pleasant conversation. Unfortunately, they are now standing on opposite sides of each other.
"When are you planning to leave?"
"Replying to Mother, Commander Guan said it will be around the beginning of next year, so he gave us some vacation time to come back and spend some time with Mother, as this expedition may take several years."
"Oh, mother, the emperor is going too, but he's going by sea with his fleet."
Peng Yuyan wasn't surprised that Fu Xiaoguan was going on an expedition. She smiled slightly and said, "He's a man who can't sit still. But you two brothers are already quite old, and you've been in the army all your life. Isn't it time to find two wives for mother?"
The brothers Yu Dingshan and Yu Dinghe were startled. They were most afraid that their mother would raise this question.
"...Mother, when we return from this expedition, my brother and I promise to find a wife and marry her so that you can have a grandson soon."
Peng Yuyan didn't comment. She stood up and said, "Sit down for a while. Mom will stew a pot of mutton for you."
After staying in Chi Le Chuan for many years, General Peng seemed to have put down his sword long ago. His sword was hanging in the side yard. It looked like he had not touched it for a long time, and the sword was already covered with rust.
She came to the side yard, looked at the knife, took it down, and went to the kitchen in the front yard.
She threw the knife in the yard, sat in front of the stove, lit the fire, and after a busy period, stewed a pot of mutton.
The firelight illuminated her slightly old face, and she fell into deep thought.
This is an expedition of tens of thousands of miles!
The son is going to an unknown country.
No one knows how powerful the countries in that place are, and no one knows whether their weapons are stronger than those of Daxia.
But no matter what kind of weapons the other side has, as long as there is war, people will die!
A journey of thousands of miles, a battle in a foreign land, with more unknowns and greater risks, lasting for several years... this is really too dangerous.
The emperor must have strategic intentions in doing this, but his son is his own!
Of course, as soldiers, it is their responsibility to send their sons to the battlefield, but no mother is willing to bear the death brought by war. Peng Yuyan may have been more open-minded in the past, but as she grew older over the years, she began to be afraid.
She didn't want to wait anxiously for news from the front line in Chi Lechuan. Moreover, the battlefield was thousands of miles away, and she was afraid that not even a single piece of news would be able to be sent back.
She decided to take up her sword and go to the battlefield with her sons.
At least by my son's side, I know what happened instead of just waiting here passively.
She stood up, walked out, got a bucket of water from the corner, and picked up the rusty knife from the ground.
She began to sharpen the knife.
Yu Dingshan came over, quite surprised, "Mom, why are you sharpening the knife?"
"Write a letter to Guan Xiaoxi, and let your mother...go with the army!"
"...Mother, the journey is long and we have to cross a huge snowy mountain. It's very dangerous. You just stay here and wait for our good news."
"No, I haven't been to the battlefield for a long time. If Guan Xiaoxi can't make the decision, I will write a letter to the emperor. The emperor will understand."
"What should we do with the Wanyan tribe?"
"Give it to the old clan leader's granddaughter Wanyan Xiumei. Of course, this courtyard must be kept. When you return triumphantly, mother will still live here."
"Why not go to Chang'an and buy a yard? I heard Chang'an is very prosperous."
Peng Yuyan straightened her back and looked at the knife in her hand, which was beginning to shine. "Mom is used to living here. She actually doesn't like the hustle and bustle."
She continued sharpening the knife until it was shiny.
She played with the knife in her hand in the yard, still full of vigor, but the once cold and fierce knife intent had become a little softer.
As time passed, Guan Xiaoxi wrote back, welcoming General Peng to supervise the army!
On September 15, the third year of the Daxia period, Peng Yuyan completed the handover of the Wanyan tribe.
That night, she burned a handful of paper and lit a stick of incense in front of the grave of the old clan leader Wanyan Honglie, and looked towards the former Cangxi Plain.
"The road is too far. I can't take my sons to your grave to pay homage."
"Wait until we return triumphantly. I will then tell you what the foreign land looks like."
The next morning, Peng Yuyan left the courtyard where she had lived for several years, taking her two sons with her and carrying the big knife she had sharpened.
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