I want to do something big [fast travel]

Chapter 16

The barbarian cavalry fled in all directions, and the mass flight of thousands of people made it difficult for the Qing army with only 4000 men to pursue them. When Mu Jing was frowning tightly, a pleasant male voice rang in his ears.

"Your Highness, don't worry, these people just ran away, just in time to bring back the news from the grassland."

Mu Jing's frown deepened.

"Didn't I tell you to take a good rest! Where are your two personal guards!"

"Yan Qi has been fighting beside His Highness for many days, and when he thinks that he cannot participate in this battle, he feels anxious. In addition, he is really worried about His Highness, so he disobeyed His Highness's order to come here." Gu Yanqi smiled gently, "Your Highness, This is Yan Qi's crime and has nothing to do with others, please punish Yan Qi only."

Mu Jing sighed: "You are weak, how can I punish you."

There was really nothing he could do about Gu Yanqi.

After thinking and thinking, in the end, they just asked someone to pack up the biggest tent, and took Gu Yanqi inside to rest.

"I'll watch you tonight." Mu Jing followed into the tent, "Don't try to run away again."

Gu Yanqi blinked, and said honestly: "Okay. But Your Highness, don't forget..."

"I know."

Mu Jing stretched out his hand to close his eyes, the delicate skin on his palm made him lose his mind for a moment, but he recovered quickly.

Walking out of the tent, the royal tribe was already in chaos. The Qing army skillfully disposed of all the people and property in the tribe, and the bloody corpses of the barbarians were randomly piled up in the corner.

In this lively atmosphere, there is still some unavoidable sadness.

"Your Highness, 960 and 190 of us died." Jing Zhongjin frowned, "Now there are only [-] and [-] people left."

"20 people died in 2000 days."

Mu Jing's eyes were dark. He looked around the tribe, but he never saw the sadness on the soldiers' faces.

It's more about the desire to fight, the thirst to kill, and the thirst for victory.

After this cavalry has been tempered, it has become the most terrifying weapon in the world.

Mu Jing has never seen such an army that puts victory and battle above life.

That's amazing, Gu Yanqi.

Before entering the grassland, they were just an army that would strictly follow orders to fight, but now they have become fearless tiger wolves born to pursue and fight.

And he, for some reason, was not afraid that such a master of tiger and wolf would be imprinted on the body of another person.

"Call the soldiers to come over and deal with the corpses of the same robes. As for those barbarians..." Mu Jing said in a low voice, "We can't wait until tomorrow, so we will deal with them today."

Jing Zhongjin's voice raised a bit.

"Yes!"

More than three thousand Qing people howled and mounted their horses. They cut off the heads of the barbarian corpses and piled them up on the south side of the tribe!

layer!Two floors!Three floors!

Not ten thousand but nine thousand heads were thrown into the air vigorously, and rolled on the mountain of human heads with a bang.

Above the grassland, a majestic mountain rose from the ground!

Countless pairs of eyes stared blankly at the south, as if they were looking at their leader who hadn't returned yet!

hell!This is definitely a scene from hell!

But it is the source of celebrating people's carnival!

The so-called one will succeed and ten thousand bones will dry up, isn't that true!

In the morning, Yuecheng.

Gesser had never felt that the night was so difficult, and the sky was bright, so he prepared his army and waited in front of Yuecheng.

But the Yuecheng guard who tortured him all night never showed up.

The sun was rising higher and higher, and it was almost time, when only a few soldiers were busy on the city wall.

They built a high platform, and erected high shelves on it, enough for the barbarians to see clearly.

After these things were done, He Zhengqi and yesterday's messenger from Naqing walked up the city wall together.

"Old thief Gesser! How did you go last night!" He Zhengqi mocked mercilessly.

Two soldiers pulled a man up, lifted the man over the crenel, and showed him from front to back.

The man's hands and feet were tightly trapped, his mouth was stuffed with a rag, and he could only make a whining sound. His gorgeous clothes rubbed against the dirty soil, making him look in a state of embarrassment.

"Prince Mozhigen!"

The barbarian generals exclaimed.

Mo Zhigen's body stopped, and he struggled frantically for a moment, almost breaking free from the soldiers' control.

He Zhengqi waved his hand and asked the soldiers to tie Mo Zhigen to the shelf, and then looked at Geser again.

"How about it, my chips have been brought, and yours!"

Gesser gritted his teeth, looked at the people on the city wall coldly, and said coldly: "When I capture Yuecheng, not only will I be able to save Mo Zhigen, but I will also take your head off and kick it as a ball! "

"It seems that the negotiation failed." He Zhengqi didn't care. "It's another matter whether the city is captured or not, but Prince Mozhigen's life seems to be ruined here!"

"Zhong Wenzhuo!"

"The end is here!"

"I allow you to do what you did yesterday!"

"Thank you, General!"

Zhong Wenzhuo straightened up, his eyes flashed with excitement, he drew out his long sword, and shouted to Geser.

"Before Geser Shanyu retreats, every half an hour, I will take something from Mo Zhigen's body!"

"Dare you dare!"

"The time has come!"

Zhong Wenzhuo raised the knife and cut off the palm of Mo Zhigen's right hand.

Mo Zhigen let out a miserable howl.

Gessel's eyes widened.

"Hahahaha!" Zhong Wenzhuo asked someone to throw the palm down the city wall, and laughed loudly, "Gessel! If you have the ability, you should fight up first and rescue your son!"

"Zhong Wenzhuo!!!" Gesell almost went crazy, "I will tear your bones apart and eat your flesh!!"

"Da Shanyu!" The general beside him stepped forward, "I am willing to fight! Save the prince!"

"I'll give you [-] elite soldiers and [-] slaves!" Gesser almost shouted the order, "Go and bring Mo Zhigen back!"

"Yes!"

"The Great Chanyu! I would like to go too!"

"Me too!"

"Go! Go!" Gesser's face was flushed, as if he was crazy, "Regardless of the cost! Go and beat Yuecheng!"

He Zhengqi also immediately ordered: "Bring Mo Zhigen to the top, and don't let the barbarians snatch it away!"

"Yes!"

Zhong Wenzhuo was eager to try: "Just put it here and let them watch it, I want to know how they take people away."

"Don't underestimate Gesser." He Zhengqi looked serious, "Sieging the city for days has yielded nothing, and the morale of the barbarian army has been lost. Today, he wants to use our hatred of killing Mo Zhigen to inspire the morale of the whole army."

"Look."

He Zhengqi slowly drew out his long sword.

"Today's barbarian army of 10,000+ will use this morale to spare no effort to capture Yuecheng!"

"We also have a tough battle!"

Gu Yanqi woke up from the dream.

It was already bright, and he hadn't slept so soundly for a long time, and even the lingering pain in his chest seemed a little less.

I moved my body, and suddenly heard a slight movement around me.

Gu Yanqi was startled, and quickly sat up, but saw Mu Jing sitting on the cushion in the tent, leaning against the table beside him, sound asleep.

He really watched himself here all night.

Gu Yanqi was stunned for a moment, then quickly got up and pushed Mu Jing.

"Your Highness, Your Highness."

Mu Jing's body moved, his eyelids trembled for a moment, and then opened.

His hands immediately touched his waist, and a pair of cold and sharp pupils looked around vigilantly, as if he was about to kill the enemy immediately.

But when the gaze fell on Gu Yanqi, it melted into water again, appearing much gentler.

"You woke up, you slept well last night."

Gu Yanqi's lips twitched and he knelt down suddenly.

"His Royal Highness guards Yan Qi with a body of a thousand pieces of gold, Yan Qi...Yan Qi really doesn't know how to repay him!"

Mu Jing was taken aback, and hurriedly helped him up, not knowing how to be happy in his heart, he only felt that he had gained a lot this night.

"This king was only troubled overnight, how can it compare to your hard work day and night for Daqing!"

He held Gu Yanqi's hand reluctantly to let go, and continued to chatter: "Last night in the battle, many barbarian cavalry escaped. I am afraid that the news about us has spread. How will we fight in the future?"

"I won't fight anymore." Gu Yanqi said with a smile, "After fighting for more than 20 days, His Highness is not satisfied. Could it be that your soldiers are not satisfied?"

"Since the royal tribe has been destroyed, there is no need to attack the scattered small tribes. Starting today, I will rush back to Yuecheng as soon as possible!"

go back.

To be honest, Mu Jing was really reluctant to let go of the days of galloping horses on the grassland and fighting recklessly.

But as Gu Yanqi said, it's time to go back.

When they got out of the tent, the Qing army, under the leadership of Jing Zhongjin, had filled every corner of the tribe with hay, ready to leave.

The majestic Jingguan stood silently on the south side of the tribe, exuding a rancid smell faintly.

The [-] to [-] barbarians who were still alive were driven out of the tribe. They gathered together in a dazed and shrunken state, watching the actions of the Qing army from afar.

"Soldiers! It has been 22 days since we first entered the grassland!"

"22 days! We lost [-] soldiers!"

"But I believe! We have avenged our comrades!"

"Even I don't remember how many people I killed!"

"it's time!"

Mu Jing shouted, and more than 3000 people listened with bated breath.

"We have accumulated enough honors, and we have been out for too long, it is time to go home!"

"As of today! We have left enough gifts for Gessel!"

Mu Jing waved to the huge Jingguan, and the cavalry cheered cheerfully!

The extremely large and spectacular Beijing Temple composed of five or six thousand human heads, countless eyes staring at the intruder viciously, but they can't do anything!

Gu Yanqi heard Mu Jing asking with a chuckle beside him.

"You said these people, do they still have the guts to destroy these Jingguan?"

"Courage?" Gu Yanqi responded gently, "Barbarians with such courage have long been part of Jingguan."

"It's true." Mu Jing laughed. He turned his horse's head and faced the cavalry behind him who had been waiting for a long time.

"Go! We should go home!"

"go home!!!"

The Qing army let out a roar that shook the world.

Mu Jing laughed, kicked the horse's belly fiercely, and led the more than [-] cavalry to go to Yuecheng in a mighty way!

Dusk, Yuecheng.

The smell of blood, the stench of burning corpses, and many strange smells mixed together, making the whole world smell terrible.

Mo Zhigen's hands and feet had been cut off, and he was lingering with his head hanging down, leaving only a bare torso trapped on the elevated.

The barbarian attack gradually weakened.

Even if such a prince is rescued, it will be useless.

Gesell looked at the high city wall with a difficult expression. He had just given the order to retreat.

In this battle, the barbarians did not use their strength.

General Muren and General XXX were all killed in battle, and no less than 4 people were killed or injured on both sides.

The mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood are nothing more than that.

But still can't beat it.

Gesell was already tired.

But he couldn't show any weakness.

Zhong Wenzhuo walked to Mo Zhigen under the eyes of the barbarians and the 10,000+ people in Daqing.

He clenched his blood-stained long sword tightly and roared loudly.

"The last half hour!"

The long sword fell and cut off Mo Zhigen's neck. His huge head rolled far away on the ground, and was picked up by Zhong Wenzhuo by his hair.

"Gessle, your son, return it to you!"

With a wave of his hand, the head was thrown out of the city wall!

"Go." Geser squeezed out a word through his teeth, "Bring Mo Zhigen... back."

The barbarians rushed to collect Mo Zhigen's body, but at this time Zhong Wenzhuo hadn't finished speaking.

"Gesle! You failed to capture Yuecheng today, tomorrow! The day after tomorrow! You will never be able to capture Yuecheng!"

"Zhong Xiao'er! Don't talk so wildly!"

"Zhong has never uttered wild words!" Zhong Wenzhuo laughed loudly, "Have you ever met His Royal Highness Prince Gong in the past twenty days!"

"Mu Jing was so frightened that he ran back to the capital!"

"His Royal Highness not only did not return to the capital, but went to your grassland instead!"

Gessel's mind exploded.

"He brought Gu Yanqi and five thousand elite cavalry into the grassland where you have lost your young and middle-aged men!"

"Hahahaha! Geser! If you don't withdraw your troops again! It's not your son who died! It's the wives and children of all the people in your [-] army!"

The barbarian army roared up and down.

With a pale face, Gesell roared, "Withdraw! Withdraw! Return to the camp!!"

What's the use of just withdrawing troops?

That night, even without Gesell's order, all the tribal leaders came to the commander's tent together.

"Da Shanyu! You saw it too!" the tribal leaders advised, "Prince Mozhigen was killed by them on the city wall, and these Qing people are determined to defend to the end!"

"They still have [-] cavalrymen running to the grassland! Are you going to let the warriors of the tribe stand in front of this ruined city and die instead of going back to defend the women and animals!"

The noise gradually rose, and each leader was talking fiercely.

They want to go back, they want to see if their tribe is okay!

"Enough! Stop talking!"

The whole room was silent.

All the leaders looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally knelt down facing Gesell together.

"We ask Da Shanyu to return to the grassland!!"

Gesell's face turned cold.

Sitting on his tall handsome seat, this wise and courageous warrior who single-handedly led hundreds of tribes in the grassland had nothing to say.

"Wait a few more days..." His voice seemed to be squeezed out of his chest, and the listeners felt oppressed, "If you can't take down Yuecheng in a few more days, we will withdraw our troops."

Although the tribal leaders were not satisfied with this, since they had clearly received the news of the withdrawal of troops, they still did not press on.

After everyone left the big tent, General Na Risong silently walked up to Geser and knelt down.

"Da Shanyu, you must not withdraw your army!" He said eagerly, "Once you withdraw, all the tribes will fight on their own, and there is a risk of being wiped out by the Qing people!"

"How could I not know!" Gesell seemed to be several times older, "They came out with me to fight Daqing to grab food, raise more women and livestock, have more children, and grow their tribe! "

"But now, there is no food, many men have died, and even the tribe is in danger..."

"Look at those people, if I don't agree to withdraw, they will dare to kill me tonight."

"I can die. But without a unified leader in the grassland, it's even more difficult to defeat the Qing people."

"So I want to keep this life."

General Song didn't speak any more that day.

There were only two people breathing in the big tent.

After a long silence, Gesell asked slowly.

"Who suggested that Qingren enter the grassland?"

"According to Zhong Wenzhuo, it seems to be a man named Gu Yanqi."

Gesser felt that the name was really familiar, he couldn't help leaning forward, and asked again.

"Who told Qing people to lie in ambush on the grain road?"

"It seems... also Gu Yanqi?"

"The one who set up three fences and poured water on them to freeze?"

On that day, General Song began to sweat coldly on his forehead, and he felt a creepy feeling in his heart.

"Gu Yanqi."

Gesell couldn't help licking his lips, and finally asked.

"The person who rescued Mu Jing..."

"It's still Gu Yanqi."

Gessle leaned heavily on the back of the chair, he looked up at the top of the tent, his eyes were distracted, and he didn't know what to think.

After a while, General Nari Song heard his self-deprecating laughter.

"Hundreds of tribes in the grassland were defeated by this one person..."

"This one person is enough to be worth thousands of troops."

His voice was hoarse, and finally he said sadly.

"Why aren't such characters born on the grasslands!!"

"Gu Yanqi killed my barbarian!"