He can't be a treacherous person, but he can't hurt the hearts of Rouran people and soldiers either.
Nowadays, most of those who follow Amur are from the Amur mother clan.
The queen is the dignity of the mother clan.
Taking a deep breath, Amul was confused about his choice.
Leaving the southwest will place Fengtian in a place of injustice.
If he leaves the southwest without sending troops, he will break the hearts of those who follow him.
…
Fengtian, Longju.
"Count the food and grass, how much is left?" Murong Di asked in a deep voice.
"ah!"
Suddenly, screams were heard, and those who went to count the food and grass all fell into the trap arranged by their sight.
Mu Zheyu had someone dig a pit in advance and throw some of the grain and grass on top of the trap.
The pits were filled with wooden thorns, and those who fell in had no chance of surviving.
"kill!"
At this moment, the soldiers hidden everywhere rushed out and fought back with all their strength.
Murong Di's eyelids twitched and his breathing became tight.
Mu Zheyu actually did not evacuate, but lurked around.
"Damn it!"
"Array up! No chaos."
"Hold still!"
The scene was in chaos, and the border troops led by Mu Zheyu began to fight desperately.
Everyone... died fighting.
They had no scruples, and there was no desire for survival in their eyes. Instead, they only had anger, ruthlessness, and the desire to kill a few people to take their back.
"kill!"
The injured one hugged the skilled ones hard, and let the brothers fight, and then died together.
Murong Di looked at the chaos at the scene, and his eyes fell on Mu Zheyu, who was covered in blood.
Tightening his fingers one by one, Murong Di turned over and dismounted.
"Mu Zheyu, I respect you as a man." Murong Di said in a deep voice.
Mu Zheyu didn't say anything. He killed the enemy around him with his backhand and attacked Murong Di.
Murong Di remained calm in the face of danger and ducked sideways.
Normally, Murong Di and Mu Zheyu might have tied, but Mu Zheyu was seriously injured. He held the sword with his left hand and fought hard for so many days. There was no way he could be his opponent.
Murong Di also respected Mu Zheyu and gave him enough dignity, so he kept dodging and not attacking.
But Mu Zheyu was so furious that he didn't leave any way for himself to survive or retreat.
"General! Fengtian...will win!"
Some soldiers screamed when they were about to die, and their sad voices aroused the blood and morale of the soldiers. Everyone fought desperately just for victory.
"General... Longju doesn't have much food and grass! We were deceived." Behind Murong Di, the deputy general came nervously to report.
Murong Di's face darkened, it was obvious that they had all been deceived by Mu Zheyu.
Now, even if Murong Di captures Longju, it will be of no avail.
The defense of Fengyang Pass must be tight. Once Xie Yulan's troops arrive and Xie Yulan's troops arrive, they will face a dead end if they are short of food.
So...Longju can't have it.
"Bang!" After all, Mu Zheyu's left hand was not as good as his right hand. The sword was kicked out, and he was seriously injured, lying in the bloody mud.
Murong Di looked down at Mu Zheyu with cold eyes, full of killing intent.
All of them were fooled by Mu Zheyu.
Mu Zheyu leaned against the blood and laughed.
"Murong Di...I won."
They still won.
It's been delayed until now...for four whole days.
It took one day longer than expected...
All of them tried their best.
Even if he is destined to die here, he still wins.
He guarded the southern gate of Fengtian.
As a result... Murong Di's troops and horses could only temporarily evacuate due to lack of food and grass.
Longju... will become a dead city.
Once Murong Di's troops withdraw, Xiao Junze will definitely send new troops to garrison.
The war... is not over, but at least... his mission is completed.
His vision had begun to blur, his eyes were filled with blood, and his breathing began to become rapid.
Mu Zheyu had tried his best and was exhausted.
"Cut the grass and eradicate the root." Murong Di deliberately spared Mu Zheyu's life. After all, generals still have a feeling of sympathy for each other despite their different stances on the battlefield.
But Murong Di knew very well that Mu Zheyu was a wolf, a prairie wolf that was still growing.
If you keep him, there will be endless troubles in the future.
Since everyone is his own master, he can no longer keep Mu Zheyu.
His eyes fell on the Xingmu sword beside Mu Zheyu. Murong Di reached out and picked it up. "Death by my own sword is my respect for you."
After saying that, Murong Di held the hilt of the sword with both hands and stabbed Mu Zheyu in the heart.
…
Southeast Military Camp.
Xie Yulan ordered his troops to prepare for war, waiting only for the bonfire in Fengyang to be lit.
They will send troops to support...
Longju Pass was defeated, but Murong Di's soldiers and horses lacked food and grass, so they could not stay.
Mu Zheyu asked Jiufeng to take away all the food and grass. Fengyang Pass was crucial.
"I have dealt with Murong Di. This man once served as a general in the Chen Kingdom. However, the world was in chaos and the Chen Kingdom was destroyed. Murong Di went to other countries. Depressed and frustrated, he met Bole, the Wu clan who understood him.
The great elder." Helian Disheng threw Murong into the fire and roasted little Muyang's wet bedding.
"If I send troops, I am 100% sure of defeating him." Helian Disheng spoke again.
Fuyao shook his head. "You are an important chess piece in my hand, so I can't throw it away yet."
Helian Disheng glanced at Fuyao with disgust. "You can be more tactful."
You can't use people in such a big name.
"We are all good brothers." Fuyao smiled and hooked Helian Disheng's shoulder. "You only need to cooperate with me, reply to the elder of the Wu clan, take care of your son, and don't worry about anything else."
"Helianxiao, you have peed on me twice in three days. If you wet the bed again, I will beat you." Heliandisheng said the most threatening words in the gentlest tone, but naturally they had no effect.
The little demon king Xiao Muyang (He Lianxiao) ran naked around the military camp, curiously touched the sword, and then touched the knife.
"This child will definitely become a great person in the future." Helian Disheng said proudly, probably saying this three times a day.
Fuyao turned back and glanced at Xie Yulan who had returned from ordering his troops. The two of them were silent at the same time.
They are all worried about Mu Zheyu.
Mu Zheyu is still a young man waiting to grow up...his future is promising.
It would be a pity if he died in Longju like this.
"The Mu family is full of loyal people..." Xie Yulan said in a low voice.
Sitting by the fire, everyone was silent.
In the war years, there were too many things we had no control over.
…
Dayu, the imperial palace.
The emperor personally led the expedition, and when this incident came out, the court was shocked.
Some people are in charge of fighting, and some are in charge of cooperation.
"Your Majesty, the biggest hidden danger now is still in the Western Region. After all, Gujia's old tribe is a mob. Your Majesty does not need to take it to heart. We think...it is better to temporarily give them the three border cities...wait..."
"You are arrogant, have a slave mentality at heart, and compromise with bandits. You will bring shame on our country, Yu! A rabble? A mob of people destroyed three cities of Yu in a row!" The general was extremely angry.
Yin Cheng looked at the ministers with cold eyes and said in a deep voice, "That's enough! I have made up my mind. Dayu's dignity cannot be trampled on."
"Your Majesty is wise!"
In the current national crisis, it is inevitable for the imperial commander to personally conquer the country.