Xiao Yi and Sheng Zhaojun were the last to be pulled out.
Chu Qing hurriedly rushed forward and saw that the two of them had no injuries, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Sheng Zhaojun stood on the city wall, his steps a little frivolous.
The big man, who had been on the grassland for twelve years, was like a helpless child, getting off the hanging basket, his eyes turning red.
In the past twelve years, Sheng Zhaojun did not know how many times he had stayed far away and looked at the towering wall. He just looked at it without daring to take a step closer. He just looked at it and looked at it. For twelve years, he looked at it countless times.
This time, I was riding alone on a horse, looking from a distance, looking at the country that gave birth to him, so close yet so far away.
With a "wow" sound, without any warning, Sheng Zhaojun suddenly squatted on the ground and cried out in pain.
The troops coming and going looked puzzled and looked sideways.
After crying, Sheng Zhaojun could no longer hold back his tears.
Since he joined the army, he has never shed a tear. On the grassland, it is still the same. He has shed an unknown amount of blood, but he has never shed tears before.
Crying like a baby in confinement, after crying, he laughed again, stood up, like a madman, touched the bricks and stones of the pass, turned around and looked at the camp inside the pass, laughed, laughed, and shed tears again.
It flowed down and I cried again.
Chu Qing sighed and just lightly patted Brother Dajun on the shoulder.
The man, who was over 1.80 meters tall, had broad shoulders and a round waist, like a helpless child. He stopped crying and became cautious again, so cautious.
"Go home." Chu Qing said softly: "General Sheng, you are home. This is your home. From here to the south, it is your home. You are back."
Sheng Zhaojun opened his mouth and couldn't say a word. He could only nod his head and kept nodding.
In his dream, he dreamed about the scene when he came back, and he had dreamed about it countless times.
When he woke up, he also fantasized about the scene when he came back, countless times.
But these dreams and fantasies are so unreal.
In name, he was not fighting for the country, and the court did not even know of his existence.
He is just a path for the Chu family, a retreat.
But he still regarded himself as a Changjun, protecting the herdsmen and killing the rangers of other tribes for the Changjun. Deep down in his heart, he was not even willing to protect the herdsmen. He just wanted to kill the Liang bandits and kill one more.
One day in the future, one less person among Changjunpaozhe will die in battle.
For twelve years, for twelve years, he had been living in silence, so close to Guanqiang, yet so far away, that he didn't even know how to get back.
Chu Wensheng has returned to Beijing. Who can bring him back?
Even if he comes back, how can he walk on the land of Chang Dynasty openly?
When he returns home, except for his wife who knows the truth, the elders and officials in the village will definitely put him in jail, because he is a deserter and a shame to the Sheng family.
Now standing on the wall, standing openly and openly on the land belonging to the Chang Dynasty, everything is so unreal.
After crying for a long time, Sheng Zhaojun smiled gratefully at Chu Qing, wiped his tears, and walked towards the tower, the tower at the corner of the city wall.
He wants to sleep there. This is his dream, the biggest dream in the past twelve years. On the land of Chang Dynasty, on the land of his own country, he can sleep peacefully, even if he only sleeps for half an hour.
Entering the sweetest dreamland, when he closed his eyes, he knew that he was surrounded by people of his own race.
Compared to Sheng Zhaojun, who was mature, stable and introverted, Xiao Yi was like a purebred husky, running and rushing to the other side. When he saw the eldest prince fainted, he became very nervous.
"Isn't he dead? Isn't he dead? Isn't this guy dead?"
Xiao Yi, who was covered in blood, threw himself next to the eldest prince, felt his pulse, and tested his breathing. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and showed a child-like smile.
Fu San knelt down and checked again that Xiao Yi was not injured before asking, "Who is this person and why do you want to bring him back?"
Xiao Yi chuckled: "Guess."
Fu San glanced twice: "The great prince of the prairie, Alepeng."
Xiao Yi was shocked and inexplicable: "How did you know?"
Fu San did not explain, but shouted to Chu Qing in the distance: "Young Master, Xiao Yi has captured Alepeng, the eldest prince of the grassland."
Xiao Yi was still shocked: "Have you met the eldest prince?"
The third brother was too lazy to explain.
He was not blind. Those who were chasing after him just now were rangers. Most of them were wearing the horse armor of the Golden Eagle Tribe. The Golden Eagle Tribe almost rushed to the bottom of the city wall in pursuit. The only one left was their clan leader, and the Golden Eagle clan leader, wasn't he?
The great prince?
Fu San's voice shocked not only Chu Qing, but all the soldiers who were coming and going buzzed around him, shouting in all directions.
Is this the great prince?
Does the eldest prince look like this?
Is it alive?
Can I stab you twice?
Chu Qing pushed through the crowd and was inexplicably excited: "Really or not, this guy is the eldest prince?"
Xiao Yi gently stroked the face of the fainted eldest prince and nodded: "Yes, he is the eldest prince."
"I'll go." Chu Qing gave a thumbs up. He was so excited that he counted on his fingers: "How long will this Golden Wolf King Khan live? Not counting Tuoba Ying, four of his eight sons are dead now.
One of them was caught by us, and only the third brother is left, hahahahaha."
Xiao Yi chuckled: "The sixth prince and the seventh prince are also dead."
Chu Qing was stunned, and the others were also confused.
"The eldest prince killed the sixth and seventh princes, and we captured the eldest prince again."
"Fuck." Chu Qing took a breath of cold air: "Does this mean that the only son of the Golden Wolf King Khan is the old one?"
"Sir, the eighth prince is a loser and can't have children. There are only three people with the blood of the Golden Wolf King and the Golden Eagle on the grassland: the eldest prince, the sixth prince and the eighth prince. The eighth prince is a eunuch, and the sixth prince is dead. The eldest prince, hehe
, in our hands."
On top of the city wall, jaws dropped to the ground, and the people around looked at Xiao Yi as if they were looking at a devil.
The third brother was shocked: "Doesn't this... doesn't it mean that no one can pass on the title of Great Khan of the Golden Wolf King?"
"It can be passed on to the third generation, but the tribes who follow the Golden Eagle tribe will not agree. The third generation does not have the blood of the Golden Eagle tribe."
Fu San was speechless and looked at Xiao Yi with only admiration.
"Xiu'er..." Chu Qing swallowed and stretched out his fingers tremblingly: "Xiu'er, is it you, Xiu'er..."
Xiao Yi laughed heartily and was very proud.
The lieutenant guarding the gate waved his fist with a look of admiration on his face: "Hei-pei, General Xiao is so powerful!"
Xiao Yi: “…”
Everyone was immediately flattering, and the sound of he-peing could not be heard, while Chu Qing pinched his waist and laughed wildly.
Celebrate your birthday, celebrate it with your uncle, let you celebrate it, out of eight biological sons, seven of them, hahahahaha, surprise or not, surprise or surprise!
One of the soldiers shouted: "Master Chu, Liang bandits, here are three Liang bandits, they should be envoys."
Everyone looked around, and sure enough, three Liang people on horseback came over. Just three of them, they must be envoys.
When they came to the gate of the city, an old man in the middle yelled a lot, in Chinese, which roughly meant how to let their people go. He told them directly, not saying he was the eldest prince, and he was quite clever.
"Okay, let it go now." Chu Qing stretched his head and shouted: "Do you want to cut it into six pieces or eight pieces? Otherwise, cut it into six pieces. I'm afraid you won't be able to eat it if it's too much."
"We can give you war horses. We can give you many war horses. Tell us your conditions."
"Oh." Chu Qing turned his head and snapped his fingers at the soldiers: "Shoot them to death."
The next second, the great prince's chief adviser and two followers became hedgehog spirits.
The deputy general on the side was shocked: "Sir, why did you shoot them? It would be better to replace them with more horses."
Fu San looked disdainful: "Are you raising me?"
The deputy general was stunned for a moment and did not react.
A soldier said softly to the deputy general: "General Liu, there is no place to raise war horses at the border now. There are too many, too many."
The lieutenant grinned and then reacted.
No matter what, all the cattle, sheep and war horses that the Wolf Catching Army gave to the 250,000 vanguard army were brought back. In addition to the war horses from several tribes and pastures, there is indeed no place to raise them. I heard that Mr. Tao from Wangyuan City
Everyone began to ask if the Xunyang Dao family had purchased a large number of war horses. Anyone with a lot of war horses would have to cash out.
Chu Qing didn't even look back, he just looked at Xiao Yi and asked: "How long have those nearly ten thousand people been chasing you?"
"About three days."
"Keep chasing?"
"yes."
"We are tired and exhausted?"
"yes."
Chu Qing snapped his fingers again: "Open the door, chase the enemy for hundreds of miles, go out and kill them."
War drums, start again, close the door, slowly open it.
