Liu Song Hanque

"The Covenant of Yin Mountain..."

Wang Maide murmured, only then did he realize that Liu Yizhen, Shen Tianzi, Pei Fangming and others were all smiling, reflecting the background of some old soldiers behind them.

"These……"

"These are all veterans who followed us to Hetao Beishang Yunzhong!"

Wang Maide did not feel happy when he saw these people, but was a little surprised: "Why are there only so few people?"

How heroic it was for eight hundred soldiers to go north, but now Wang Maide can only see two or three hundred scattered.

"Hasn't Da Song been winning battles all these years? Why did those old soldiers lose so much staff back then?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone including Liu Yizhen fell silent.

"Xing, the people are suffering."

"Death, the people suffer."

"It's the same. If you win, your soldiers will die; if you lose, your soldiers will die."

"The old soldiers back then were soldiers from the Beifu who followed the Emperor Taizu in the Southern and Northern Wars, and they had a lot of hidden diseases. Even though His Majesty ordered these old soldiers to be forced to retire and become soldiers, they can enjoy their old age in peace. There were not many of them, and most of them were also suffering from long-term illnesses, and died soon afterwards."

Shen Tianzi pointed to the old soldier behind him: "So these are all I can find."

Wang Maide looked again, only to find that some old soldiers were actually sick and followed the army out of the fortress.

Many people have to take a break after taking a step, and some people are constantly coughing.

The most exaggerated thing is that Wang Maide saw an old soldier whose feet had been amputated, and was supported by two other people before he was able to march on horseback.

"Why is this?"

The old soldier who had his feet amputated seemed to have heard Wang Maide's words, and looked up at Wang Maide with his vicissitudes but still bright eyes: "Your Majesty, Wang Shangshu, General Shen..."

"Back when we made the covenant on the Yinshan Mountain, most of us thought that it would be a matter for future generations when it was fulfilled."

"I also made a bet with a few other old brothers, no matter whose descendants see His Majesty pacify the north, they will come and see it on behalf of a few others when they seal the wolf residence."

"I never expected that my long-cherished wish would be fulfilled in my generation. And my old brothers are gone, so I have to take a look on their behalf."

The old soldier smiled, his smiling face turned into a flower, but the hearts of the people on the left and right were filled with loneliness and sadness.

"Let's go, let's have a look together."

Liu Yizhen continued to march forward, as if indifferent and unkind.

But no one saw that Liu Yizhen's hand holding the rein was gradually tightening, and his veins were slowly bulging.

"It will get better."

Liu Yizhen said to himself slowly in his heart: "Everything will be fine!"

It was cold and windy, and Song Jun finally arrived at Langjuxu Mountain.

Tuobapi and other Xianbei nobles heard that Liu Yizhen personally led the army to find the door, and immediately planned to continue fleeing, but they were stopped by the grandson Song who held the army in his hand——

"Where else can the king escape?"

"Should I seek refuge in Goguryeo in the east, or seek refuge in Beiliang or even Tie Le in the west?"

Changsun Song growled at Tuoba Pi in the military tent with his eyes full of steel.

The old man who witnessed the life of the Northern Wei Dynasty is also full of sorrow at this moment.

He agreed to the request of Tuoba Pi and a group of Xianbei nobles to go to the north, thinking that Tuoba Pi was planning to make every effort to rebuild the Northern Wei Dynasty.

But obviously, Tuobapi and the rest of the decadent and backward Xianbei nobles had no thoughts about restoring the country. They fled from Pingcheng to Wuchuan, and then fled from Wuchuan to Mobei. They only thought about their own little wealth. Destiny has never been planned in detail.

"Beiliang and Goguryeo are even small countries! Why resist the Song army? If your majesty still doesn't want to save the country, then the day of my Xianbei's destruction is only in the morning and evening!"

Tuoba Pi seemed to become "sober" after being scolded by Chang Sun Song pointing his nose.

"Old man!"

Tuoba Pi straightened up suddenly, and threw the golden cup in his hand at Changsun Song's head.

With a bang, the golden cup fell to the ground, and blood oozes from Chang Sun Song's white hair.

"If you don't tell me, I still forgot!"

Tuoba Pi glared at Eldest Sun Song, "If it wasn't for the fact that you couldn't even beat Fu Hongzhi and lost your troops, and I was defending Mobei with heavy troops, how could he, Liu Yizhen, have come in?"

"And before! If you hadn't been dim-sighted and sent Shen Tianzi to the city, how could I have fallen to this point now?"

Tuoba Pi seemed to blame Changsun Song for everything, so he pulled out his sword and wanted to kill Changsun Song in the king's tent to vent his anger.

"The heavenly king can't do it!"

Fortunately, Changsun Song had a high reputation among the Xianbei nobles, and everyone expected him to resist Liu Yizhen, knowing that Changsun Song could not be killed at this time, so they hurried forward to stop Changsun Song.

"Humph!"

Tuoba Pi saw that he was blocked and couldn't reach Changsun Song, so he smashed the sword in his hand.

The sword fell to Changsun Song's feet, surrounded by a few drops of blood, which were dripping from Changsun Song's head.

Changsun Song picked up the sword dumbly, and when he saw Tuoba Pi being hugged by everyone, an idea suddenly came to his mind.

Tuoba Pi was still swearing at first, but the next moment his pupils became frightened.

I saw Changsun Song rushing over with the sword, and before everyone could react, the sword sank into Tuoba Pi's chest.

"what!!!"

Several maids in the king's tent screamed, and when the guards outside the tent rushed in, they could only stare blankly at the scene in front of them, at a loss.

"brush!"

Changsun Song drew out his sword and calmly wiped the blood on it: "The false king has been executed! Is it war or peace?"

Tuoba Pi's guards and all the Xianbei nobles' Adam's apples trembled, obviously not knowing what to do.

But now the army of the Northern Wei Dynasty is in the hands of Changsun Song, without the restraint of Tuoba Pi, he is almost the king of the royal court now.

"Now is not a matter of the rise and fall of the Tuoba family, but also the time of my Xianbei's survival!"

"If you don't want to die, pick up your weapon! Go out with me to fight the Song army!"

Seeing that no one opposed him, Changsun Song immediately gave orders skillfully.

For the survival of Xianbei, he must unite all forces!
Under Changsun Song's iron-blooded training, these terrified Xianbei nobles who escaped from Pingcheng had to change into the military uniforms worn by their ancestors, and stood in the cold wind to train with their tribe. Juxu Mountain waited for the arrival of Song Jun.

When Liu Yizhen approached Langjuxu Mountain, he frowned when he saw the defense here.

"It's not the same as what was said in the intelligence."

In the past year, the Song army has been inquiring about the information of the Northern Wei royal court, knowing that they did not have any fighting spirit before sending troops to the north.

But what Liu Yizhen saw now was a neatly lined army formation, a well-arranged defense line, and energetic soldiers.

Wang Zhen'e and Shen Tianzi also stared solemnly at the well-organized Wei army's position, raising their vigilance in their hearts.

Only one person smiled heartily at this moment: "Your Majesty, Chen Tan Daoji requests to fight!"