Simulated Immortal Cultivation: Beginning with Changchun's Immortality

Chapter 63 Beirong Royal Court
In the 15th year of Changping, at the turn of winter and spring.

This is the season when everything in the Central Plains recovers, and it is also the season when water and grass are not abundant in the Northland.

In the past, Bei Rong, who were nomadic people, had to go through Gao Qiu's plundering of Shuo Kingdom in order to barely survive the bitter cold Yuandong.

It's just that in these years, the great master of Shuo Kingdom sits at the junction of the two countries, not to mention looting, Beirong even dared not cross Shangshui for grazing cattle and sheep.

Facing a great master who can easily release a zhang-wide sword light, 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 glow of an innate strong man?
Without the slaves of the Southerners grazing cattle and sheep, and without the wealth and goods of the Southerners trading salt and iron, how could the major tribes of Beirong have suffered such hardships.

They are the people of Changshengtian, noble warriors on horseback, how can they engage in the humble business of grazing by themselves, and the nobles who cannot plunder extend their butcher knives to those weak tribes.

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

Those tribes with more than [-] riders, the great nobles still live comfortably.

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 a small tribe of three to 500 people, and then a medium-sized tribe with a population of more than a thousand.

When the Beirong nobles realized that something was wrong, looking at the grassland, there were only a few vassal tribes left.

And until this time, Shuo Guo finally bared his fangs to this worldly enemy.

In February of the 15th year of Changping, Emperor Changping paid homage to Yongyi Hou Chen Qingzhi as the general of the Peking University. He led 15 infantry, 40 cavalry, and a total of [-] civilian husbands and youths.

These Rong people, who are familiar with the terrain of the grassland, have now become the best leaders of the Shuo army.

Emperor Changping made a promise that when the Northern Rong court was wiped out, he would reward the Rong people with some of the most lush pastures on the grassland.

With deep hatred and heart-pounding money, these unfamiliar wolf cubs immediately turned their fangs on their former masters.

With the Beirong people familiar with the terrain accompanying the army, the Dashuo cavalry army with a clear purpose was at full speed.

It was only three months after the army was dispatched, and half of the Twelve Golden Sword Tribes enfeoffed by the King of Beirong 200 years ago had already been entrusted by the Shuo Army and the Yi tribe.

All the men were beheaded and nitrated, and built into a Beijing temple to deter future generations.

The women and children were taken captive back to Shuo Kingdom, and the ministers who had made great contributions in this battle were distributed as servants and children.

Chen Qingzhi's ruthlessness caused panic in the Beirong King City for a while, and the remaining six golden sword tribes gathered in the king's tent, clamoring for the Beirong King to come up with a charter.

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

Now that the old king had just died, the new king of Beirong was only a six-year-old boy. He had never seen such a scene.

The Beirong King was frightened by the ferocious faces of the crowd, so he burst into tears.

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

The queen slashed off the corner of the table with a sharp knife, and after teaching the cowardly little Beirong king, she looked at the nobles present with furious eyes.

"You are all men from Beirong with golden swords in your hands, and hungry wolves drinking blood on the grassland. It has only been a long time since the days when the former king led you all to plunder in Nanshuo, and you are actually thinking of making peace with the pigs and sheep of the past."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, unexpectedly they would be reprimanded by a woman.

"The Marquis of Yongyi who leads the army is a grand master who comes out every 200 years. He is a god-given warrior favored by Changshengtian. We bow our heads to such a wolf king, not to that weak and incompetent Emperor Shuo!"

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

"You are a woman, how dare you stand here and yell at everyone!"

"Helian Chang!"

The queen just looked at him coldly, and suddenly shouted out the door.

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

"The Queen!"

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

"He Lianchang, I am a nobleman of the golden knife, you dare to touch me, ah!"

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

Well, this time there is no need for the queen to identify herself.

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

"Anyone who dares to be rude to the king, this is his fate!"

After all, the ferocious prairie man stood by King Beirong's side like a loyal dog.

"Temur disrespected the king. Now that he has been executed, his tribe will be divided up by everyone present. Who has any objection?"

Taking advantage of He Lianchang's killing power with a quick knife, the king and queen took advantage of the victory to question everyone.

Threatened by death, coupled with the temptation to take a piece of the pie, these nobles with a flexible moral bottom line have expressed that they only follow the lead of the Beibei King.

With the short-term prestige established by the common interests, the king and queen finally persuaded a group of nobles to gather six troops and horses to fight with the Shuo people at the foot of Mangcang Mountain.

Divide up the huge benefits of a tribe, and the sweet drink that numbs the soul.

The Beirong nobles, who were full of wine and food, began to brag about their bravery, bragging about what kind of crap the Shuo people would have had when they met him.

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

In the past, the people of Dadeshuo had to sign a humiliating treaty, and the nomads who were able to recruit and fight well had already degenerated to this point in just two hundred years.

Without the paralysis of alcohol, he didn't even dare to face a powerful enemy.

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

Only with this big victory can he truly grasp the right to speak and save the lives of himself and his son.

The queen did not forget that the brothers of her deceased husband were all staring at the throne of King Beirong.

Once this battle is defeated, what the mother and son will face will be irreparable.

The sky was dark and the field was vast, and the vigorous Shuo army quickly advanced to the foot of Mangcang Mountain.

Facing the mighty Nanshuo army, even the self-proclaimed brave prairie cavalry gradually turned pale.

The dust kicked up by the horses covered the sky and covered the sky, and the mist from the breath was like clouds and smoke. The continuous fighting for several months had turned this army into an invincible iron cavalry. Just standing there was enough to leave people with psychological pressure.

This is different from what they saw in the frontier of Shuo country in the past.

In my impression, in the face of their ravages like wolves and tigers, the Nanmanzi would only cry and donate their half-life savings, begging the kindness of the Beibei masters to spare them a way to survive.

Now it was their turn to face the Shuo people's cavalry, and finally understood the despair of those Shuo people when they faced them.

With such a well-organized army of the Shuo Kingdom, is it really possible for him to win the battle?
　Today's second update is too hasty, I also know that it is relatively slow, and I will reserve enough time for code words during the day tomorrow, huh~
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