Volume 6 Simon Volume
Even if the sky falls, she cannot leave because her love is on his shoulders.
The cold wind blew across his brows. The young scout sat on horseback, but his back was bent. More than a dozen sharp arrows were stuck in his back, but he did not fall down. Instead, he tied a spear to the horse's back, pierced the tip of the spear into his chest, and forced the dead body to sit upright.
On his chest, the armor had been torn to pieces, and on the dark white chest were several large words written in blood: Southeast, thirty miles, light cavalry, ten thousand.
Zhuge Yue silently looked at the young warrior, slowly lowered his head, and after a long moment, he said softly, “Thank you for your hard work.”
With a "puff", the gun tip that had been carrying the weight for a long time suddenly pierced through the chest, and dark red blood foam overflowed from the back. The young soldier fell off his horse. The horse whined, lowered its head, licked the soldier's cheek, and wandered around whining.
"King!" The sturdy general of the imperial guards rushed forward, grabbed a thin old man, and shouted, "We found him!"
The old man is over sixty years old. In this era, living to sixty is considered a long life. He was very thin, but full of energy. Even though he looked disheveled at the moment, he did not look depressed. Zhuge Yue looked him up and down, then nodded slowly, "Sir, you look very well, and you seem to be able to cope with the hardship of the long journey."
"You... Qinghai is a barbarian land, uneducated, eating raw meat and drinking blood. I am a scholar, how can I..."
Zhuge Yue's eyes turned, his narrow, long, almond-shaped eyes were bright and intimidating, and his voice was neither hurried nor slow, yet it had an indescribable intimidating power, "I have come a thousand miles to meet you, with a large army leading the way, it seems that you still think that I am not sincere enough."
This sentence was said lightly, but it clearly contained murderous intent, which immediately made Gao Qingzhu stunned on the spot.
Qinghai sent troops to Cuiwei, crossing states and provinces, and charging forward with great momentum. I don't know how many lives they left behind. With such "sincerity", who dares to say that he is not sincere enough?
"Send Mr. Qingzhu to the car."
"yes."
The gate of Maoling City was intact, and the officers and soldiers let the Qinghai Army in without offering any resistance. Now Simon is in turmoil, fighting continues on the Hongchuan Plateau, the Great Xia royal family has retreated to the north, and the Yanbei cavalry has entered the imperial territory and occupied the capital. However, although the garrisons in various places had nominally surrendered to Yanbei, the guards in some small places were still the former Xia officials. Therefore, compared with the will of the invaders, Zhuge Yue, the former Sima of the Great Xia Ministry of War, seemed more familiar.
When the Qinghai Army entered Maoling City, the local people thought that the imperial army had begun to counterattack. Many men came to join the army with knives and axes in hand. The people even took out rice and flour from their homes to reward the army. The streets and alleys were filled with joyous atmosphere with the beating of gongs and drums, and there was no sign that this was a captured city.
"King," Guo Huai ran forward, carrying a heavy sword on his back, wiped the dust off his face, and said loudly, "The Yan army is coming soon, what should we do?"
Zhuge Yue looked towards the southeast, his expression unchanged, and said in a low voice: "Fight."
For a moment, cheers broke out among the entire army. This group of tough elite soldiers from Qinghai had been sneaking around carefully since the day they set out from Cuiwei Pass. They would retreat whenever they were in a fight, and they were really suffocated as they rushed all the way. Hearing that there was finally a battle to fight, everyone was excited and cheered loudly.
At dusk, the Yan army finally arrived, but did not launch an attack. Instead, they surrounded the city without sending a single soldier.
Zhuge Yue knew that they must be waiting for reinforcements. Once the reinforcements arrived, it would be very disadvantageous to him. That night, before the Yan army could form a battle formation, the Qinghai army rushed out of Maoling. After three attacks, the Qinghai army relied on its own super flexibility to tear a hole in the right rear of the Yan army and broke out of the siege. The 10,000-man Yan army was not a regular army, but a reserve force drawn from several nearby reserve camps upon hearing of Maoling's emergency call. They suddenly encountered the elite troops of Qinghai and were naturally no match for them.
For a time, the southwest front of Dayan was ablaze with flames, and the elite defenders from all places were deployed. However, the Qinghai navy's war horses were very fast, and many troops rushed over, but only had time to take a look at the smoke and dust raised by the Qinghai army's passing.
On this day, they finally arrived at the last checkpoint, Cangming Mountain. After passing this mountain, they would reach the territory of Cuiwei Pass in Qinghai. The night before, all the soldiers of the Qinghai Navy sharpened their swords and guns, waiting for the final tough battle.
Zhuge Yue, wearing a cold suit of armor, stood on the vast moon, raised his wrist high, and a snow-white eagle landed on his wrist, and obediently stretched out a foot with a letter box on it.
He read the letter twice over and then held it in his arms, feeling the warmth in those words, like hugging a silver heater on a cold snowy day.
Everyone has his own reverse scale, some are gold and silver, some are power, but his is just a person.
He had never been a kind person, and was willing to hide his edge only for her, but that didn't mean he had forgotten how to kill.
He slowly raised his head. The dark sky seemed so low and the stars were so sparse that they seemed within reach. The wind blew from a very far distance, carrying the faint scent of Qinghai. His heart was like the grass waves of Qinghai, swaying gently layer by layer.
On the second day, eight thousand soldiers were deployed at the foot of Cangming Mountain. Different from the remnants of the Great Xia and the newly recruited reservists encountered before, these were native soldiers of Yanbei, an army of steel forged through experience in swords and blood rain.
The wind at the border is always cold and hard, blowing across the vast land and stirring up a mist of wormwood. The soldiers from Qinghai tied the black satin tightly around their wrists, gripped their wolf swords tightly, and looked coldly at the enemy opposite them. A strong fighting spirit rose on the battlefield, and even the passing wind carried a faint clanging sound.
However, at this moment, a wave of panic suddenly arose among the defenders of Cangming Mountain. Zhuge Yue frowned slowly on horseback. After a while, he saw the defenders of Cangming Mountain slowly retreat to both sides. The heavy gate of the pass slowly opened, and a wide road was laid out in front of the Qinghai Army.
"What are they doing?" someone in the army whispered.
"It must be a trap. Yan Beigou is cheating."
The crowd was in chaos, and all the noisy sounds were like boiling water, surging in waves.
Zhuge Yue looked at the silent Yan army across from him, frowning silently, and remained silent. Time passed slowly in such a strange situation. The Yan army was silent, and the Qinghai army was also silent. The knee-high grass swayed slowly, floating in waves with the wind.
Zhuge Yue's horse hooves took a slow but determined step forward.
Guo Huai nervously stood in front of him and said anxiously, "King, be careful, there may be a scam."
“They dared to open the city gate in front of me, don’t you think I don’t even have the courage to walk over?” Zhuge Yue’s voice was very low and not very inspiring, but in an instant, everyone’s fighting spirit seemed to be ignited. He raised his head and chuckled, pointing his sword horizontally, looking at all the Qinghai warriors calmly, and said loudly: "Who dares to follow me?"
"I am willing to go!"
At that moment, all the Qinghai Army soldiers shouted in unison, their voices were like thunder, shaking the earth slightly.
Three thousand Qinghai soldiers followed Zhuge Yue, their horses galloping towards the majestic city gate.
One thousand feet, five hundred feet, three hundred feet, it was getting closer and closer, so close that one could even see the brows, eyes, swords and guns of the Yanbei soldiers, and see the fighting spirit and sharpness in their eyes. However, no one drew his sword, and no one shouted. They roared through the pass of Cangming Mountain and jumped over the gate that should have been opened only after leaving behind countless corpses.
The vast expanse of land was like a wilderness. The heavy gate slowly closed after they passed by. A pitch-black battle flag fluttered on the tall city gate, as if someone's eyes were watching them go away.
Zhuge Yue silently glanced at him for a few seconds, then turned his horse around and said to Qinghai’s native general Guo Huai, “Send a message to Yue Qi, asking him to bring his men back.”
Guo Huai was slightly stunned. In order to cooperate with this operation, General Yue Qi and General He Xiao had already sneaked into the vicinity of Zhenhuang City with 30,000 soldiers. They were just waiting for the situation here to change and then attack Zhenhuang immediately to cooperate with the remaining troops of Daxia to distract Yanbei's attention. Wouldn't it be a waste of all the previous arrangements if we let them come back so easily now?
But he said nothing, and quickly told his subordinates to do it.
The clouds ahead have dissipated and Qinghai is already in sight.
As soon as the doctor left, Zhuge Yue walked in. The vermilion lacquered and red-wood hall was filled with the aroma of soothing incense. He raised his hand to wave away the maid, walked straight to the bed, and sat down along the edge of the bed.
She had lost a lot of weight, almost unrecognizable. She was sleeping at the moment, and her breathing was very steady. She had just finished drinking the medicine, and her breathing was much more even. Not sure if it was a psychological effect, but Zhuge Yue felt that after the old doctor's treatment, her complexion looked much better.
He fought all the way, paving a path with his blood. He was extremely anxious and unable to sleep at night, but at this moment, all of it turned into a moment of joy and comfort in his heart.
Fortunately... He sighed silently in his heart and admitted the fear that he would never admit even if he died.
Fortunately, everything is fine.
Suddenly, a small sound came from the crib next to him. He turned his head and saw a little child lying there with his head tilted to one side, staring at him with a pair of big round eyes.
The child's eyes are dark, like ripe grapes. He was still too young, and even his neck was soft and he couldn't straighten it up, but his two little fists were very strong, and they were clenched tightly. He looked at this guy who was sneaking around his mother's bed, frowning his brows that didn't even have eyebrows, and looked at him very seriously.
Zhuge Yue looked at his son. This feeling was a bit strange. Being inexperienced, he didn’t even know what expression to use when facing a child. He raised a finger to his mouth, indicating him to keep his voice down and not disturb his mother's sleep.
The child obviously couldn't understand this complicated gesture. Maybe he was hungry. He naturally picked up his little feet and put them into his mouth very skillfully.
Zhuge Yue frowned, wondering what kind of habit this was. It's too unhygienic.
He stretched out his long arms and pulled the child's feet out of his mouth, then gave him a warning look.
Although babies are small, they can keenly distinguish other people's attitudes towards them. So the next second, as expected, the dissatisfied young master of Qinghai opened his little mouth and burst into tears with a devilish sound piercing his ears.
All of a sudden, maids, serving girls, wet nurses, attendants, and doctors all popped out from every corner of the hall like beans. Even Chu Qiao, who was sleeping soundly, was suddenly awakened and sat up.
"What's going on?"
"Did the young master pee?"
"Quickly call the doctor."
"Don't cry, little prince. Look, what is this?"
A group of servants pushed someone out very rudely. The child's eyes moved around the crowd and finally stopped on his mother's face. He pursed his lips in grievance, stretched out his two chubby little hands, and sobbed.
Chu Qiao held the child in her arms and looked around before noticing her husband whom she had reunited with after a long absence. But she raised her eyebrows and said angrily: "You bully my son!"
“I didn’t.” Zhuge Yue denied it flatly, and was about to step forward.
But as if to deny his words, the child cried even louder when he saw him coming.
"You still say you didn't?" Chu Qiao glared at him, "You are such a grown-up, and you still bully a child!"
Zhuge Yue was so angry that he was fuming. Was this boy his son? Seeing him there with his tears and snot rubbing against Chu Qiao's white collar, he became furious. What are you doing? He risked his life and traveled thousands of miles to find medical treatment for the mother and son, and this is how they treat him?
"Your Highness, there is too much dust and sand on you. The doctor asked you to leave first."
Zhuge Yue glared at her, frightening the little maid so much that she almost went into shock on the spot. But after glaring for a long time, he was finally driven out of his home with a dark face by the old doctor who was taking revenge on him.
"Oh, the little prince peed!"
"Hurry up and get the diaper. Come here, nanny. The little prince might be hungry."
There was chaos inside and outside the palace. Servants were coming in and out, so busy that no one even looked at him.
The King of Qinghai, who returned victoriously, was very depressed. He sat there with a gloomy face, and felt that this matter was far from what he had imagined.
It should have been like this: a filial son, a gentle wife, and subordinates full of admiration, they should all look up at him sitting on horseback, excited to tears, and loudly praise his achievements.
Instead of being like now, the son just cries and chews his toes, and the wife has eyes and mind full of the child.
He sighed and continued to sit there depressed.
"Sister Meixiang, would the little prince like to wear this royal blue one or this beige one?"
"Miss, the little prince vomited milk. Did he eat too much?"
"Oh, Your Highness, can you please get up for a moment? You are sitting on the little prince's toys."
Everyone has their own reverse scale, some are gold and silver, some are power, and his is two people...