Chapter 974 The World Will Never Have a Barbarian King Again!

Liu Dahu stood silently to the side, carrying a food box.

In Fengxin City, he knew a man surnamed Qiu, known as Boss Qiu. He was a Qian man who had made his fortune through trade. Whenever the Prince's Palace had a major celebration, he would join in by taking out his stock and sharing it with some of the people of Fengxin City, to congratulate the Prince's Palace and the Prince.

This man had a hobby: collecting antiques.

Why did Liu Dahu know him?

Because Boss Qiu often sent rice, flour, grain, and oil to his grandmother and her sisters-in-law, who were responsible for cleaning the streets, to thank them for their contributions to the cleanliness of Fengxin City.

At the same time, he hinted that he liked to play with ancient artifacts, and if they had any at home, they could bring them to him to collect.

Gold in troubled times, antiques in prosperous times;

Nowadays, Jindong has only recently ended its period of turmoil. Antiques are worthless in the eyes of ordinary people. In addition, Jindong has repeatedly used troops against foreign countries over the years, often looting back a large number of items, especially when their own Prince dug up the ancestral tombs of countless nobles in the land of Chu;

Silver and jewelry are easy to circulate, but antiques have really depreciated. The Prince's Palace will use them, but how much can the Prince's Palace use?

Give them away as rewards…but people don't think they're worth much.

Therefore, a large number of antiques have long been deposited and circulated among the people.

The households of Liu Dahu's grandmother and her sisters-in-law were either working as servants or in the military, so they were not short of these items. Boss Qiu collected them with great joy.

Liu Dahu was once asked by his grandmother to take the jar used for pickling vegetables at home and sell it to Boss Qiu…

Although Liu Dahu remembered that he had bought this pickle jar from a shop under the Prince's Palace when he was very young;

Boss Qiu still accepted it, gave him some money, and said that he liked this thing very much.

Then, he chatted with Liu Dahu for a long time, mainly about his own love for antiques.

He said that people who truly love antiques are not doing it for money, but for the kind of taste they get when they see them. Wine will lose its flavor if left out for too long, but antiques are different; the longer they last, the mellower they become.

After selling the pickle jar, he chatted happily and ate a small midnight snack. Liu Dahu, who had gained a lot of insight,

returned and found the Jinyi personal guard in charge of investigation and reported Boss Qiu.

However, Boss Qiu was always fine,

continuing to do good deeds in Fengxin City, continuing to collect antiques in Fengxin City, and possibly continuing to tell his stories in Fengxin City;

But a few months ago,

When Liu Dahu was helping to review the reports sent from Fengxin City and the reports sent by Xu An's discipline officers, he saw a red check mark on Boss Qiu's name.

Although Boss Qiu was gone,

Liu Dahu always remembered Boss Qiu's attitude towards antiques.

Sometimes Chen Xianba and Zheng Man and the others might not understand why, even though life in the military was so colorful, Liu Dahu still insisted on staying with the Prince and working as a scribe.

Self-knowledge and the like are all false. The real reason is that Liu Dahu likes this kind of work that allows him to always follow the Prince;

Maybe the Prince is that kind of "antique." From the Prince, he can see that mellowness.

The Regent Prince, whom everyone in Great Yan admires, is also a person in Liu Dahu's eyes, but this "person" has not faded in color because he is a person, but has become more real and purer.

Liu Dahu doesn't know the word "personality charm," but that's probably what it means.

What the Prince sees is the world, and he can just look at the Prince.

In fact, for Zheng Fan, there is quite a lot of time for pure relaxation. He is not as busy as the outside world says;

But when you have so much free time that you start to be pretentious, it seems like you're sick.

On the contrary, this feeling of stealing leisure from a busy schedule allows you to truly enter a meditative state.

After eating a steamed bun,

he also ate the steamed bun that he had previously placed on the side as an "offering" to Old Tian, not wanting to waste it. After eating two steamed buns, he waved his hand, and Liu Dahu thoughtfully brought over a water bag.

After taking a few sips of water, Zheng Fan reached out and patted his armor.

In Liu Dahu's eyes, the Regent Prince of Great Yan had returned;

His eyes became deep again, and his temperament became great again.

Of course, Zheng Fan didn't know what Liu Dahu was thinking at this time. He had a lot of things to do now, such as personally inspecting the city wall again.

This night, the Prince, wearing black armor, kept walking past the soldiers guarding the city. Although he didn't greet them one by one or pat them on the shoulder, he had already given them endless fighting spirit.

Whether an army is elite or not is not reflected in the situation when winning easily. When the wind is at your back, even a group of pigs can run with the momentum of ten thousand horses;

The real elite are those who can still maintain the wolfishness in their eyes while licking their wounds in adversity.

Although the Yan army was defeated, it was defeated on the south bank of the Wei River. After retreating across the river, it was defeated several times in Shanggu Commandery. Now, the entire defense line has retreated to the Zhennan Pass line;

But this defeat is not a complete loss of organized units.

Because from the beginning, the Regent Prince did not intend to resist in a proper way. The subsequent clashes between the army and the Chu army were only to slow down the Chu army's advance and provide ample time for the large number of civilians and auxiliary soldiers on the front line to retreat calmly.

And the Chu army, at the beginning, did not expect the war to progress so smoothly. Even though they were confident that they had an absolute local battlefield advantage in terms of military strength, they did not make any really extreme advance measures. Therefore, they did not use the Chu people's precious cavalry to cut in and detour from the beginning, at the cost of destroying the foundation of their own cavalry, to complete a strategic encirclement that had a certain degree of success but was not high.

Back then, Old Tian liked to play this trick the most, giving you a detour whether something was happening or not;

Usually, three generals were responsible for carrying out this kind of military mission: General Shengle, Earl Pingye, and Marquis Pingxi.

These three are very fair and take turns.

In short, the Yan army's defeat was a pure loss of battle, and it was an active disengagement and retreat made because they were afraid of being surrounded by the Chu army's superior forces after the clash.

Casualties are not small, but from the perspective of a commander, there is nothing to regret.

Fighting is supposed to kill people. It is too extreme to treat human lives as pure numbers, but normal casualties are just commonplace.

Tan Dayong met the Prince tonight, and was fortunate enough to be patted on the shoulder by the Prince. After the Prince left, his comrades around him cast envious glances at him. Tan Dayong was also filled with enthusiasm, wishing that the Chu slaves would attack the city now so that he could kill a few more Chu slaves for the Prince.

When dawn was about to break, Zheng Fan's inspection came to an end, but he did not return to the mansion to rest, but returned to the tower where he had been at the beginning.

The vast Chu camp was even more numerous than last night. At the same time, large-scale movements of the Chu army could be clearly seen. They were already moving the battlefield.

Seeing this scene, it was possible to clearly determine that the Chu army must have advanced on both flanks beyond the line of sight.

Before boiling fish, it is common sense to remove the scales first.

"The Chu people are really impatient."

"Yes, Your Highness," Liu Dahu echoed.

"Dahu, what do you think we should do?"

"The troops on both sides of Zhennan Pass…"

"Should we continue to fight and then retreat?"

"No, your subordinate thinks that the troops on both sides should be given a death order, ordering them to fight to the death. Only in this way can we further encourage the Chu army, so that their central army and their rear army will press forward more quickly and aggressively, and let their main force penetrate deeper into Shanggu Commandery."

"People will die, many people will die," Zheng Fan said, looking at Liu Dahu with a meaningful smile on his lips.

Liu Dahu licked his lips:

"Your Highness, if this battle is successful, then there will be no need for people to continue to die in the future."

"Give the order, order the troops on both sides of the pass to fight to the death and not retreat."

"Yes, sir!"

Zheng Fan reached out and touched the interlayer in the chest of his armor, realizing that his cigarettes were with Liu Dahu, and Liu Dahu had just gone to help him give the order.

"Hmm…"

The Regent Prince put his hands on the battlements, sensing the coldness that permeated them in the early morning.

But the more this cold feeling was, the more it made people imagine the hot pavement.

From the shadows, Ah Ming appeared, took out an iron box from his clothes, and handed over a cigarette.

"I thought you weren't here," Zheng Fan said with a smile.

"If the Sword Saint isn't here, how could your subordinate not be here?"

Zheng Fan nodded, leaned against the fire folder that Ah Ming handed over, and lit the cigarette.

"My lord, your subordinate's wine jar and wine bag are already empty."

"Impatient, you'll have to wait a few more days."

"Your subordinate understands, but the hunger before a feast is also a kind of enjoyable anticipation. Your subordinate is in a very happy mood right now."

"It's good to have you by my side, really."

"Your subordinate suddenly feels a little overwhelmed by your favor."

"Because to maintain the style of life, it is best to always have a pervert by your side."

"Look, my lord, the Chu people's trebuchets are being pushed up."

"Heh, I can't see them."

"Your subordinate's eyesight is better than your lord's."

"Oh, I'm hungry, let's see what Si Niang has prepared for breakfast today."

…

"Two Young Generals, why don't you have an appetite?"

Gou Moli was eating heartily, looking at Chen Xianba and Tiantian, who were sitting in front of him, eating a little listlessly.

Tiantian was fine. Unless he was particularly excited, he was usually very gentle;

Chen Xianba was different. His personality was easily written on his face.

In fact, Gou Moli felt a little sorry for Chen Xianba. He had the ability to control his subordinates and the vision to identify talent. In his opinion, Chen Xianba was more suitable for the Prince's Palace in the early days of its founding.

Work, work, work, rush, rush, rush, counterattacking from desperate situations again and again, somewhat similar to Jin Shuke's trajectory at the beginning.

Let his uninhibited personality and talent be completely shaped through real hammering and forging, so that the star seed can truly emit a brilliant light after being quenched and refined.

It's a pity,

The current Prince's Palace, the current Great Yan, cannot provide Chen Xianba with this kind of chaotic situation.

Although it is not bad now, it is not bad at all, but it just feels like it has not gone through that indescribable process in terms of heat, missing a little something.

Is it the situation that creates heroes, or heroes who promote the situation?

Who can say for sure?

Tiantian opened his mouth and said, "It's because Marshal Gou is too hungry. You've already eaten your fourth bowl."

"Hahahaha, yes, yes, I'm starving."

Gou Moli handed the bowl to the personal guard next to him and instructed, "Fill another bowl."

"You haven't experienced a time when you didn't have food to eat. I, this Marshal, often went hungry when I was a child."

Tiantian blinked. He had never gone hungry.

Chen Xianba also had nothing to say. Although he grew up in a fishing village when he was a child and conditions were not very good, he had family and a master by his side and had never experienced famine.

"I was also hungry when I was in prison," Gou Moli continued to sigh.

The Sword Saint sitting next to him laughed and said, "You never lacked food or drink when you were in prison in Xuehai Pass."

Gou Moli retorted, "I've been in a lot of prisons. Moreover, I didn't lack food or drink when I was in prison in Xuehai Pass, but I would rather live in a water prison without food or drink. Sometimes I still feel a little scared when I think about the situation back then."

At that time, Gou Moli was imprisoned in a secret room, with a zombie living next door. For a period of time, Gou Moli was attacked by evil spirits every day, and his spirit was almost collapsed. It was a mental torment that surpassed the physiological one;

Fortunately, he was the Barbarian King; otherwise, he would have gone crazy.

At this time, Chen Xianba opened his mouth and said, "Grand Marshal, that Chu army in the north…"

"Just leave them alone. How much food can they detour with? Even if they intercept a batch of my food escorts, I have already arranged things in advance, with a lot of miscellaneous things and not much food.

They are still experiencing famine over there.

Previously, they were holding me back, not letting me go north; now, we are holding them back, making them an isolated army that cannot return south.

Now that we have food and time, we will slowly wear them down."

"Then the one in the south…" Chen Xianba organized his words, "What should we do about Xie Zhuyang in the south?"

"General Liang is still acting. I don't know if Xie Zhuyang has discovered the truth yet. Don't worry, he will discover the truth very slowly, because he was the first to get on the gambling table. Human nature is like this.

But even if he finds out that he fell into the pit he set himself, he will not dare to take the initiative to attack. The wisest choice is to immediately return to Guyue City to retain a glimmer of hope.

It is not in his character to be brave for a while and break the pot. If that is really the case, then it would be even better, and we can just have a good time with him here and put together a Four Joy Meatballs for our Prince."

A new bowl of rice was served, and Gou Moli took the bowl and continued to eat two mouthfuls of dried rice with pickles. He suddenly put down his chopsticks, stared at the two Young Generals,

looked at Chen Xianba, and then looked at Tiantian;

looked at Tiantian, and then looked at Chen Xianba;

making both of them a little unsure of what to do.

Gou Moli said with a smile, "It stands to reason that now is a good opportunity. If we send two cavalry troops, we can just trail Xie Zhuyang and prevent him from safely taking his Xie family army back to Guyue City, giving us time to gather and gather troops. At that time, it may be possible to swallow the last pillar of the Great Chu, or even his Xie family army, in one gulp."

"But General said there are no soldiers," Tiantian replied.

Chen Xianba scratched his head and said, "The General's troops are too scattered, and there is no time to gather them now. Even if a part is gathered, the soldiers are exhausted."

Originally, Chen Xianba and Tiantian had troops in their hands. After all, they had rolled the snowball for so long, but when Liang Cheng came, he directly took them away, and the two of them suddenly became food transport supervisors.

"The General doesn't have them, but your Uncle Gou has them."

Chen Xianba looked at Gou Moli, and then looked at the extremely weak and exhausted morale of the army in the surrounding military camps…

Tiantian was more talkative and said, "But the soldiers under your command are already very tired, Grand Marshal."

Forcibly pulling a tired army can only send them to their deaths.

"This is easy to handle."

Gou Moli took out a short flute from his arms and began to play it.

After a while, two star receivers who had fallen asleep in the handsome tent woke up. The bodies of the man and woman were still a little stiff, but they still walked behind Gou Moli.

Gou Moli put down the flute,

and said;

"Gather them together."

"Yes, King."

"Yes, King."

The two star receivers walked into the military camp.

Gou Moli looked at the two Young Generals and said:

"When performing on stage, in order to prevent accidents, there must be a small role prepared below to take over in case something happens. The same is true for fighting, and a reserve force must be reserved.

I happen to have one here that has been resting since the troops were dispatched from Fancheng, and has never been in battle. It just walks, stops, and gets rained on, just here…"

Gou Moli reached out and tapped his head,

"There is no problem with energy and spirit. At an order, they are ready to die at any time and regard it as their glory.

Come, come, come with me, come with me."

Gou Moli got up and pulled Chen Xianba and Tiantian to the center of the military camp.

Two star receivers were already standing there. At the same time, batches of barbarian soldiers were gathered there.

Nearby, many barbarian soldiers looked at this scene with some confusion. They had not received any notice from their superiors. At the same time, they did not know why these barbarian soldiers, who were the same as them, were gathered there.

Several boxes were piled up;

Gou Moli stood on the boxes, looking at the gathered soldiers, whose number was five thousand.

Tiantian and Chen Xianba stood behind Gou Moli and did not know what Gou Moli was going to do, and these barbarian soldiers looked no different from the other soldiers in the military camp.

Until,

Gou Moli raised his hand and pointed to the sky:

"Praise the Stars!"

The words of prayer from the Snow Plains for thousands of years sounded again.

Suddenly,

These gathered barbarian soldiers immediately raised their arms in an extremely devout and fanatical manner and shouted in unison in barbarian language:

"Praise the Stars!"

In an instant,

The previous listlessness, the previous fatigue, the previous muddleheadedness had completely disappeared, replaced by a kind of… overflowing energy and spirit.

Gou Moli put down his arm,

Looking at them.

The next moment,

These barbarian soldiers all knelt down,

shouting in unison:

"The holy race's starlight protects our King!"

"The holy race's starlight protects our King!"

In an instant,

The movements were uniform and the cheers were consistent.

Gou Moli reached out and pointed to Tiantian and Chen Xianba standing beside him,

and said:

"They are your new kings, the guides given to you by the stars. Offer them your loyalty!"

These barbarian soldiers turned the direction of their kneeling towards where Tiantian and Chen Xianba were, and then put their foreheads on the ground and spread out their hands.

Gou Moli jumped off the box and said to Chen Xianba and Tiantian:

"Take them and chase that Pillar of the State, Xie."

Chen Xianba's expression was both excited and surprised. He wanted to ask something, but Tiantian next to him preemptively said:

"This subordinate obeys the Grand Marshal's order!"

Chen Xianba also took a deep breath and bowed to receive the order.

Liang Cheng once said that Gou Moli was not a god and could not lower the morale of an army to the bottom and then raise it up in an instant;

But what if there was a group of people who had already regarded Gou Moli as a star?

Five thousand barbarian cavalry, led by two Young Generals, rushed to the south, and their momentum was magnificent when they left the camp.

The Sword Saint walked to Gou Moli and asked:

"How did you hide them?"

"Naturally, it is impossible to cultivate them in an organized way. The Prince's Jinyi personal guards are not vegetarians. Raise a little here and raise a little there. It is easier to raise them separately."

"What are you raising them for?" the Sword Saint asked.

"What else can I do? Isn't it just what the Prince is most afraid of, engaging in his own private soldiers? Our Prince only listens to the imperial edict and not the imperial decree to Yan, and I am just copying his example.

In addition, Fancheng has been an exclave for so long. If I didn't come up with something, the Prince himself wouldn't believe it."

"It's not easy to put together this little bit of property, and you just threw it out like this. Don't you feel bad?"

"What's there to feel bad about?

I have found them two good homes. The next generation, won't they belong to them?"

"I'm saying, don't you yourself feel bad?"

"Myself?"

Gou Moli suddenly laughed loudly,

"Old brother, do you know that if everything at Zhennan Pass in Shanggu Commandery is being promoted according to the plan at this time, what will await Chu?

The entire Chu,

will soon

be completely defeated, and half of the country will belong to my Prince's Palace!

In the past, I felt that the Snow Plains could no longer accommodate me, so I wanted to enter the pass;

Now, Fancheng can no longer accommodate me, and I will be promoted, either to enter the Prince's Palace and work with Mr. Bei as the Prime Minister, or to be sent out to a frontier and take charge of a region!

There will be more people and more soldiers, and they will no longer be limited to barbarians.

Pattern,

Pattern!"

Gou Moli smiled non-committally, neither crying nor laughing,

turned his back,

and suddenly waved his hand,

and shouted:

"From now on, the world will never have a Barbarian King again!"