In the fifteenth year of Changping, at the turn of winter and spring.

This is the season when everything in the Central Plains revives, and it is also the season when water and grass are scarce in the North.

In previous years, the Beirong, as a nomadic people, had to plunder the Yong Kingdom in the High Autumn Period in order to barely survive the bitter cold Yuandong.

However, in recent years, the great master of Shuo Kingdom was stationed at the border between the two countries. Not to mention looting, even the cattle and sheep grazing in Beirong did not dare to cross the Shang River.

Faced with a great master who can release several meters of sword light at will, and whose true energy seems to never be exhausted, the bravest warrior in the grassland will become good at singing and dancing, well-behaved and honest.

After all, no matter how fast a horse runs, can it still be faster than the sword of an innate strong man?

Without the slaves of the Southerners to herd cattle and sheep, and without the Southerners' goods to trade salt and iron, none of the major tribes of the Beirong would have suffered such hardship.

They are the people of Changshengtian, noble warriors on horseback. How can they personally engage in the humble business of herding? The nobles who cannot plunder extend the butcher knife to those weak tribes.

The boys who were taller than the wheels of the cart were killed, and the surviving women, together with their cattle and sheep, became the new property of the major tribes.

In those tribes with over 10,000 knights, the great nobles still lived well.

But for a weak tribe, not to mention life, even life cannot be guaranteed.

Gradually, tribes began to seek refuge with the Shuo people in the south, first small tribes of three to five hundred people, and then medium-sized tribes with a population of tens of thousands.

By the time the Beirong nobles realized something was wrong, looking across the grassland, there were only a few vassal tribes left.

But until this time, Shuo Kingdom finally showed its fangs to this old enemy.

In February of the 15th year of Changping, Emperor Changping appointed Yongyi Hou Chen Qingzhi as the general of the expedition to the north. He led an expedition of 150,000 infantry, 50,000 cavalry, and a total of 400,000 young and strong civilians. He went on an expedition to the Beirong. Along with the army, there were thousands of Beirong cavalry.

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These Rong people who are familiar with the grassland terrain have now become the best guides for Shuo's army.

Emperor Changping made a promise that when the Beirong royal court was wiped out, he would give some of the richest pastures on the grassland to the Rong people who took refuge as rewards.

Due to their deep hatred and the exciting wealth, these unfed wolf cubs immediately turned their fangs on their former masters.

With the Beirong people who were familiar with the terrain accompanying the army, Shuo's army marched quickly with a purpose.

It had only been three months since the army was launched. Half of the Twelve Golden Sword tribes that King Beirong forged and enfeoffed two hundred years ago had already been conquered by the Yi tribe of Shuo's army.

All the men were beheaded and burned, and a temple was built to deter future generations.

The women and children were all taken captive back to Shuo, and the ministers who had made meritorious service in the war were given as servants and children.

Chen Qingzhi's ruthlessness caused panic in the Beirong King City. The remaining six golden sword tribes gathered in the king's tent and shouted in the hope that the Beirong King would come up with a charter.

Whether it is war or peace, there must be an explanation.

Now that the old king has just died, the new King of Beirong is just a six-year-old child. He has never seen such a scene. The fat-bellied nobles of Beirong all have their own opinions, and the scene is very noisy.

King Beirong was so frightened by the ferocious faces of everyone that he actually burst into tears.

"Don't cry. You are the king of Beirong. You can bleed, but you must not show cowardice!"

The queen cut off a corner of the table with a sharp knife, and after teaching the cowardly little Beirong King a lesson, she looked at the nobles present with an angry look.

"You are all Beirong men with golden swords in your hands, hungry wolves on the grassland who drink blood from their raw hair. It has only been a long time since the late king led you to gallop to Nanshuo to plunder, and you actually want to bow your head to the cattle and sheep of the past."

Everyone looked at each other in shock, not expecting that they would be scolded by a woman.

"The Yong Yihou who leads the army is a great master who comes out every two hundred years. He is a god-given warrior blessed by the immortal God. We bow our heads to such a wolf king, not to the weak and incompetent Emperor Shuo!"

Some people couldn't help but stand up and defend themselves.

"How dare you, a woman, stand here and yell at everyone!"

"He Lianchang!"

The queen just looked at him coldly and suddenly shouted sharply towards the door.

Soon a strong and powerful prairie man opened the curtain and walked in. This man was He Lianchang, known as the first warrior of the prairie.

"Queen!"

After bowing to the woman next to the throne, the man turned his head and stared coldly at the nobles present.

"He Lianchang, I am a noble with a golden sword. How dare you touch me?"

Seeing He Lianchang's fierce look, the man quickly assumed his identity and threatened the visitor.

Okay, now there is no need for the queen to identify herself.

He Lianchang understood the situation, raised his hand and cut off the man's head with a knife.

"Anyone who dares to be powerless against the king will suffer his fate!"

After saying that, the ferocious prairie man stood guard beside King Beirong, like a loyal vicious dog.

"Temur was disrespectful to the king, and now that he has been executed, his tribe will be divided among all of you. Who has any objection?"

Taking advantage of the remaining prestige established by He Lianchang's sharp sword killing, the Queen and the Queen took advantage of the victory to question everyone.

With the threat of death and the temptation of a share of the pie, these nobles with flexible moral bottom lines expressed that they only followed King Beirong's lead.

By establishing a short-term prestige through common interests, the Queen finally persuaded the nobles to gather six soldiers and horses to fight with the Shuo people at the foot of Mangcang Mountain.

Dividing up the huge benefits of a large tribe, and numbing the soul with sweet wine.

The nobles of Beirong, who were full of wine and food, began to brag about their bravery and brag about how the Shuo people would make a mess when they met them.

The queen looked at everything with cold eyes, feeling sad in her heart.

The Shuo people who fought in the past had to sign a humiliating treaty. The nomadic people who were good at conquering and fighting had already degraded to this level in just two hundred years.

Only by relying on the paralysis of wine can I dare to face the powerful enemy.

Perhaps only a great victory can evoke the past glory of the Beirong people.

Only with this great victory can I truly have the right to speak and save myself and my son's lives.

The queen has not forgotten that her deceased husband's brothers are all eyeing the throne of King Beirong.

Once this battle is lost, the mother and son will face eternal disaster.

The sky was clear, the fields were vast, and Shuo's army, in full momentum, soon advanced to the foot of Mangcang Mountain.

Facing the vast Nanshuo army, even the prairie cavalry who prided themselves on being brave gradually began to look pale.

The dust kicked up by the horses covered the sky and the sun, and the mist they exhaled seemed like clouds of smoke. Months of continuous fighting turned this army into an invincible cavalry on the grassland. Just standing there was enough to leave an impression on people.

Psychological stress.

This is different from what they saw on the border of Shuo Kingdom in the past.

In my impression, facing their wolf-like and tiger-like Qingqi, the Nanmanzi would only cry and beg them to be kind.
Chapter completed!