Chapter 119 Things I Never Got

In early September of the 21st year of Yongde, King Xiao Ming of Qi sent 150,000 troops to conquer Beidi.

The army set out from Anzhou, with banners covering the sun, and marched northward to the border.

According to the plan previously discussed by Prince Qi and his son, the eldest son Xiao Beiheng led 50,000 Dingbei troops to march north together. When they arrived at the border pass, General Xiao Beiheng led his army to march west alone and entered the fiefdom of Wang Meicheng of Xiliang, waiting for an opportunity.

In advance, King Qi Xiao Ming sent a letter to King Meicheng of Xiliang, saying that King Qi, for the sake of national justice, was willing to send his son Xiao Beiheng to lead an army of 50,000 to help Xiliang fight against Xirong.

The letter was sent in a hurry at a cost of 600 miles, and he just had to put it directly into the mouth of King Liang of Xiliang.

It doesn't matter what the King of Xiliang thinks after reading the letter. It doesn't matter whether he agrees or not. In short, these 50,000 troops are here to decide.

The only surprise was that the messenger failed to deliver the letter to the King of Xiliang. The King of Xiliang was besieged by Xirong's 100,000 troops in Leshan City and was in danger. The messenger had no choice but to turn back.

Everyone knows that Wang Meicheng of Xiliang is not as heroic as his father, and is relatively weak. I didn't expect him to be so weak.

"If Xirong conquers Leshan and King Xiliang is captured, then the last remaining Yongwei County may not be able to survive." Xiao Ming sat on his horse and said to Xiao Beiheng, who was racing alongside him, "I didn't expect that neither I nor King Jing would be able to survive."

The Xirong people move quickly."

Xiao Beiheng smiled slightly:

"Why should my father be as ambitious as the Xirong people? If all four counties are occupied by the Xirong, the children can be taken back one by one for the father."

As Xiao Beiheng spoke, he looked at the endless army beside him. Under the blue sky, there was a dense forest of swords, guns, swords and halberds. The flags were torn apart by the strong wind. The soldiers had bright helmets and uniform footsteps.

The ground trembled slightly, and pride and ambition could not help but arise spontaneously.

Just before the army set off, news of Xiao Zhuo's defeat of Xirong reached Anzhou. The specific battle process was not reported. It is only known that Xiao Zhuo's 500 sergeants first defeated the forward of ten thousand people who were outflanked by Xirong, and then the Xiliang cavalry attacked.

With the help of the team, they defeated the team of ten thousand people.

Think about it, even Xiao Zhuo's mere few hundred men can defeat the Xirong forward. It can be seen that Xirong is a group of brainless barbarians at best, and they are not a difficult enemy to deal with. He leads an elite division of 50,000 people and will never defeat his father.

The king was disappointed.

This time he led his army to the west, with the apparent goal of killing Xiao Zhuo for his father, in order to relieve his hatred.

But these 50,000 troops are not just for Xiao Zhuo. Although Xiao Ming did not say it clearly, Xiao Beiheng already knew that his father wanted to fight with the two tigers of King Jing. The King of Xiliang was dying now, and it was just a piece of fat that the two tigers were fighting for.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Ming shook his head and said:

"You are too ambitious. Xiao Zhuo is the enemy you need to deal with with all your strength. If you are not careful, you will definitely be defeated by him."

A trace of shame and anger flashed across Xiao Beiheng's face, but it disappeared immediately. He lowered his head and said in a humble tone: "What the father taught me is that the child has been studying hard and practicing hard during the march."

He said this again, and my father said this again.

In the eyes of his father, he just couldn't compare with Xiao Zhuo. Even if he had fifty thousand, Xiao Zhuo only had five hundred.

Xiao Ming was looking to the west and didn't notice Xiao Beiheng's expression.

"Prince Jing has always regarded Xiliang as his treasure. This time we are snatching food from the tiger's mouth. If Beidi hadn't caused chaos, I should have led the army for my father."

In the past, the two princes were reluctant to talk to Xiliang due to their relationship with Emperor Yongde. Unexpectedly, Xirong intervened. Now that King Qi had a reason to send troops, King Jing obviously would not remain indifferent.

"Hasn't my father sent capable generals to assist my son? I will discuss everything with them before doing anything." Xiao Beiheng's tone was humble, but his hand held the reins tightly.

His father has never trusted him. This time, several generals are following him, not only to assist, but also to monitor him.

"If Xiao Zhuo has joined forces with the King of Xiliang, the situation will change unpredictably." Xiao Ming nodded to him and galloped towards the team. "Go and see the Crown Princess. Don't neglect her."

During this expedition, the Crown Princess Su Mo also came with the army. Xiao Beiheng originally did not want her to follow, but Su Mo insisted and he could not refuse.

Xiao Beiheng parked his horse on the side of the road and waited for a moment. Lin Kui rode his horse to escort a convoy to the front.

"Your Highness, the Crown Princess said it's windy outside," Lin Kui arrived first, pulling on his wind-ruffled cloak with his hand, "I want you to get into the carriage to take shelter from the wind."

Xiao Beiheng shook his head: "I am the coach, how can I be unworthy to sit in a carriage?"

During the stalemate here, a carriage drove up and the window was raised, revealing Su Mo's beautiful smiling face:

"Husband, you had a cold and coughed for so long before you recovered. If you do it again, you will be in trouble. Get in the car and I asked the maid to brew another large bowl of medicinal soup according to Mr. Lin's recipe."

Xiao Beiheng sniffed and smelled the familiar medicinal smell that made him sick.

He glanced at Lin Kui, who lowered his head in embarrassment.

The price of this panic is really not small. Now that the disease is cured, I still can't avoid this medicinal soup.

"Here we come." Xiao Beiheng dismounted, threw the reins to Lin Kui, and got into the carriage.

Lin Kui took the reins, handed them to the guard next to him, and slowly moved forward with the carriage. He heard Xiao Beiheng's voice from inside the carriage:

"After drinking...cough."

Su Mo's voice then said: "Beiheng, since you are in the car, let's read this article together."

"What article?"

"The sages and sages’ opinions on the strategies of teachers of benevolence and righteousness."

I heard Xiao Beiheng sneer and say: "They are all pedantic people. If you only talk about benevolence and righteousness when marching and fighting, how can you win?"

Su Mo replied in an angry voice: "Beiheng, you led a large army and held a high position of power, but before you issued the order, there were corpses everywhere and rivers of blood. If you lose your heart of benevolence and righteousness, how can you get everyone's support."

"Xiao Zhuo killed countless people and fought a hundred battles without danger. Didn't he also make Beidi frightened when he heard about it..."

"He only knows how to kill, which is why he is in trouble today. I don't want you to follow in his footsteps," Su Mo's tone became firm, "Come and read with me, the sage said..."

"Oh, the sage said..."

Lin Kui sighed when he heard the conversation between the two people in the car.

The crown prince's hard work may not shake His Highness's will.

Although His Highness the Crown Prince never said it explicitly, as a close confidant who had been with him for a long time, he had already seen that His Highness the Crown Prince had been secretly comparing himself with Xiao Zhuo.

When Xiao Zhuo fought against Beidi at the border, he was famous for being cold-blooded and ruthless. His Royal Highness also became cruel and bloodthirsty. Xiao Zhuo was a superb martial artist, so His Royal Highness practiced hard day and night, and finally mastered a magic arrow that never misses a shot.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has always wanted King Qi to recognize him and say that he is better than Xiao Zhuo, but he has never received it. Even if King Qi has reached the point where he wants to kill Xiao Zhuo, he has never belittled Xiao Zhuo in words.

Now His Royal Highness finally has 50,000 elite troops who can display his grand ambitions.

He absolutely wants to prove to King Qi that he is no worse than Xiao Zhuo.

This is the first step.
Chapter completed!