Chapter 21 The Son of Shen

In the autumn of the 29th year of Mengyang Shenluo (Emperor Lin Xi has not officially ascended the throne to tell the world, so it is still the Shenluo calendar), September 22.

After the battle between General Zhentian and Chinasi in the eastern suburbs of Yining City, Mengyang fought several battles with Chinasi, all of which were defeated. The general Mengyang local army can't compete with the violent cavalry. The place where the heroic cavalry passes is like a vicious wolf bites. As King Chi Nasi said, Mengyang has no generals who can take action except Ye Mingshan, the general of Zhentian. The life of Mengyang people is so rich and comfortable that serving in the army is not attractive to the people. Some warriors just pick up knives for this powerful warrior costume. There is no decisiveness in their hearts. When they really go to the battlefield, they can only be killed. The poor grassland warrior did not grow into a powerful warrior by starving and competing with the wolves. Coupled with the fierce grassland swordsmanship, the grassland warrior completely overwhelmed the Mengyang warrior in human combat power. Warriors like Mengyang are only suitable for fighting smoothly. When they gain an advantage, they are full of majesty and extremely icing on the cake. If the enemy is equal or at a disadvantage, it's just chopping board fish.

Chi Nasi's expedition to Mengyang obviously made a lot of effort, not to mention 100,000 ordinary warriors, but only the more than 40,000 vigorous horses can sweep the power of one princes, not to mention the 'Hrayana cavalry' that is more terrible than the vigorous riding. In the words of King Bo's Japanese post, every tent has at least one man who can hold a knife and rob Mengyang fiercely, at least to get gold and food that can make grassland herdsmen comfortable for three winters. In fact, after these murderous warriors took off their armor, they were ordinary herdsmen, the pillars of their own tents, husbands, sons or fathers. They took knives and armor from their fathers from generation to generation, and survived tenaciously like the most tenacious weed on the grassland.

After several wars, Chi Nasi has pushed the front line to Yunlan Mountain in front of the imperial capital, which is the last barrier of the imperial capital. After crossing Yunlan Mountain, you can see the most beautiful city - Miaocheng. When the king was a child, he often heard his father say that Mengyang's Miao City and Fanyang's Xiangquan City are the most beautiful cities in the world. Mengyang's imperial capital has dozens of feet of buildings. The glazed and dolomite stone buildings are golden in the sun during the day, and at night, the buildings are decorated like fairy palaces with fiery lanterns. Bright and starlight can only be regarded as the foil of this city. Standing anywhere in the city, you can see the palace of Mengyang. The star pendant hall, which symbolizes the highest power, is 80 feet high. Standing on the top of the hall, it seems that you can pick the stars in the sky with your hand, which is where Emperor Mengyang lives. Whenever you encounter the wonders of the loom city - the sea of clouds, the whole loom city is caged in a layer of hazy fog, like the silk veil covered by beautiful women in the beautiful city, out of dust and dream, like a loomish fairyland. This is also the reason for the 'dewd' of the city.

At this time, hundreds of thousands of troops were approaching Miaocheng in two ways. The king took vigorous horses and 50,000 ordinary warriors to pass through the mountains along Yunlan Pass. General Su He took the 'h�' and the remaining 50,000 warriors from the rough mountain road repaired in the mountains to the Miaocheng.

The king rode on his horse, and the mild climate in the south made him feel very comfortable. He took off his wolf skin armor and ** came out of his chest. There was a sword wound about half an inch deep in his chest, from his left shoulder to his right abdomen. There are countless wounds on the king's tough body, and he can't remember when he got it, but this sword wound will make him remember it vividly. He stroked the wound wrapped in white veil on his chest, and his dark face was a sighing smile: "Ye Mingshan, Mengyang's Zhentian general Ye Mingshan, it turns out that Mengyang also has such a respectable hero!" When heroes in troubled times meet, who doesn't pity each other? But this is a battlefield. They are not destined to be friends!

"I will see you soon" The king looked up at the group of wild geese in the sky and remembered General Mengyang, who could hold the whole universe in his eyes. His aging body boiled! If possible, he is willing to put on armor and lead a fierce horse to attack Mengyang's battle array to see who is more powerful! The king seems to be much younger all of a sudden, and his originally calm heart also has the desire to compete!

The king looked around, and the Yunlan Mountains were not as towering as the wilderness and mountains, separating Mengyang from the far north grassland like a barrier. Because of the obstruction of the wilderness and mountains, the water vapor and warm wind in the south cannot blow to the north, so the north is always dry, and the plants are mainly low and cold-resistant gymnosperms. The grassland is also much hotter in summer than in the south, and colder in winter. A wilderness mountain divides the south and the north into hell and heaven. The warriors of the grassland have dreamed of graze on the fertile land south of the wilderness and mountains, so they do not hesitate to fight and bleed. Yunlan Mountain is just a low earth mountain. The green and fluffy vegetation on the mountain has turned yellow in autumn. It is bright in color under the blue sky, and it is actually a different beauty. The king has never seen such a beautiful scene on the grassland.

"I'm making history. One hundred years after Zhuo Ligetu, the god of war, I am the only king who has hit the capital of Mengyang!" The king said these words to his son, and now nothing makes him happier than this son. His Suil has finally grown up and can be alone. In the fierce battle in Yining City, Su Rile killed more than 20 Mengyang warriors himself, especially when the Lord of Qiuyue attacked with arrows, Su Rile calmly saved his life with a bronze giant shield, which gave him another good impression of this son.

"Father, Mengyang doesn't seem to be that powerful! Except for the gun battle of General Zhentian, we have almost nothing to lose in these battles!" Suille's blue eyes are like the clearest lake on the grassland, and his cinnabar-like lips smiled calmly.

"Child, don't underestimate the enemy! I guess Mengyang wants to fight the last battle in front of their imperial capital. You should know that the last time we met was Mengyang's night country, as well as the princes of Qiuyue, Shen, Ling and Nanliang did not send troops. Together, those are Mengyang's real strength. The next big war may kill many people, but if we can win, then the whole wealth of Mengyang is ours!" The king said with a smile.

"Father, haven't you thought about becoming an emperor? If you are the emperor, our whole Chinasi people can leave the grassland and live in the south. Suzile and Ke said that there was a mysterious color of infinite longing in his eyes! Since he followed the expedition to Mengyang, he has been attracted by Mengyang's prosperity. His young heart seems to have been hit fiercely, and he increasingly feels that the grassland is not suitable to stay. Although he is a grassland man and the blood in his bones is passed down from generation to generation of ancestors on the grassland, he is looking forward to the rich life in the south! This is also the reason for his frequent southern expeditions after he became the "King of Martial Arts"!

The king listened to his words and looked at his son with a complicated look and said, "Do you know? When the God of War hit the imperial capital of Mengyang, as long as he wanted, the emperor's throne was his, but do you know why the God of War just signed a treaty with Mengyang and then returned to the grassland? God created the world, created grasslands, forests, deserts, lakes, oceans, the sky and cosmic stars, and also created all kinds of creatures, and created our nomadic Chinass, Mengyang and Fanyang people cultivated in the south, as well as the magicians in the mysterious forest in the south, and even those with wings in the West. Wingman! We were created by Tengri God, so we should stay on the grassland. We can only graze on the grassland, just as southerners can only farm in the south. We can leave the grassland to destroy Mengyang and Fanyang in the south, but we can't rebuild them on their ruins. That's the land of southerners. We live there to be punished by God! Child, there are some things we can only see and can't touch, otherwise we can't afford to pay the price!" The king's tone is a little strange. He knows that Su Rile will definitely not understand when he says something, but he is the future king and can't let him take his people to make this fatal mistake!

Every warrior on the grassland has an ideal, which is to step on the magnificent and rich city in the south into the largest pasture, but that is just a dream. Even if Chi Nasi really has such force to defeat Mengyang, he will not stay in the south for a long time, because the land does not have the most vast pasture and no grass connected with the sky. In such a place, the Chinasi people can't survive.

Suil looked at his father silently. He still wanted this land. If he could, he was willing to fight for the rest of his life. They are all human beings. Why do the herdsmen on the grassland starve and freeze? The output of the grassland in the past year was only two million yuan of gold, and there was only three million yuan in one county in the south. It was really incomparable that he was unwilling to go on like this. If you want to change something, start with him!

The old king walks side by side with the future young king. Behind them are tens of thousands of Chi Naisi warriors. Such a group of fanatical people are rewriting the world. The Louque in the erratic city in the distance seemed to tremble in the sound of heavy horseshoes, tremblingly waiting for the wolf smoke to rise in troubled times. Who can finish the life of the suff alone?

"King, king, a Mengyang man asks to see you!" A Chi Naisi warrior ran over, saluted respectfully, and said to the king!

"Oh? Mengyang people? Aren't they unable to avoid it? How dare they take the initiative to come out? The king said with a little surprise, "Interesting, really interesting, bring it here!"

Sar samurai held a bright* and murderous around a Mengyang man. For the greedy southerners, the people on the grassland have always hated it, especially the nobles of Mengyang! In the hearts of the grassland people, Mengyang people are fat, hamsters who squeeze their small eyes and search for gold everywhere. It is difficult to have a good impression!

The visitor is a young man who looks polite, with deep and quiet eyes, a modest smile on his white face, wearing a luxurious wide-sleeved tassel robe, and even the buckles on his boots are made of gold. He stood far away, stared at the king, put his hands on his chest with the etiquette on the grassland, and bent down to salute: "It's my honor to see the great king!"

The king didn't say anything, just sitting on the horse's back, looking down at him with amber eyes. The muscles on the king**'s chest are clearly contoured, and his hot heat can be felt from more than a dozen steps away. The king is like this. He is kind to his people and indifferent to the enemy, so he can be respected and praised very highly.

Mengyang people looked at the king calmly, and the smile on his face made people put down their guard. The king didn't say anything and looked at him coldly, and his fierce eyes seemed to have weight. The warriors around were surprised, because no one had ever persisted for so long under the king's eyes, and they were still calm and smiling!

After a long time, the king said, "You are very brave, Mengyang, tell me your name!"

"My surname is 'Shen' and my name is 'Fan Shuang'." The man seemed to be waiting for the king to ask him. The king did not speak, and he did not speak.

"The surname Shen should be your noble surname of Mengyang!" The king frowned slightly and looked at him coldly.

"Yes, my father is officially the lord of Mengyang Shen, Shen Gulan. It was also my father who sent me to meet the great king!" His voice is very beautiful, like a gurgling stream in a quiet deep stream, which can easily lead people to a high artistic conception.

"Father, this man has been staring at your face. My son is worried that he is an assassin sent by Mengyang!" Suil and Ke whispered in the king's ear that his voice was so soft that it was impossible for people nearly ten steps away to hear it, but--

"The young prince doesn't have to doubt me. I am negotiating with the great king about the alliance between Shen and the nobles in the name of my father. As for why I should stare at the king's face, I really have no choice!" Shen Fanshuang's face was a little sad, "I was unfortunately deaf when I was ten years old. I can only know what others are talking about by observing the shape of people's mouths. There is no offense!"

The king looked at him for a long time before his face softened a little and said, "Is it the son of Shen? I have to say a word of admiration!"

Shen Fan stood there quietly, with the hairband fluttering in the wind, and the gorgeous wide-sleeved tassel robe set him off like a god, smiling at the king and the nearly 100,000 murderous warriors behind him.