The Allied forces left the Great Wall Fortress and headed south.
There was no joy in winning the battle, and hundreds of thousands of troops from the three allies accompanied them.
The sun sets in the deserted pavilion and the autumn grass grows. The cold wind blows. The long procession continues for dozens of miles. Bai Yujun rides a tall black horse and walks beside the procession. He wears a cotton scarf around his thin neck. A long white fluffy thickened cloak covers his petite figure. .
The snow gets lighter as we go south. When we are about to reach the capital of Yan Kingdom, we can no longer see the white snow and the grass is withered and yellow.
Zhe Changgong invited Bai Yujun and the high priest Jiuli to visit the capital. Bai expressed that he was in a hurry to return to the Southern Wilderness, but the high priest had a bad impression of the Central Plains people and refused directly.
Zhe Shangshu just mentioned it out of politeness and gave up when he saw that something could not be done.
Continuously rushing...
Riding on horseback, he could already see the tall city walls of the Yan Kingdom's capital. All Bai Yujun could see was the western mountains at dusk. The gorgeous surface of the ancient capital looked like a red coffin, full of decay, like a dying person.
Looking back at the army that followed Zhe Changgong, it was completely opposite to the atmosphere of the capital, but... I'm afraid it couldn't withstand the decaying atmosphere of the capital.
The Zhe Chang Gong carriage was not far away, and Bai Yujun drove the black horse close to them and walked side by side.
The black horse was bored and found pulling a cart very interesting. He was eager to squeeze out a few horses and pull the cart himself.
The old man was very curious when he saw the Demon King coming.
"Is there something wrong, Your Majesty the Demon Emperor?"
"I have something to say. By the way, how much do you... know about me?" Bai Yujun asked curiously.
Upon hearing this, Shangshu Zhe was stunned, and secretly wondered what the demon emperor meant by saying this. After much thought, he felt that the demon beast had a simple mind and didn't like twists and turns, probably because he wanted to know what his reputation was in the world.
The carriage was bumpy due to the carnage, and the old man held on to the carriage and considered it carefully.
"Your Excellency is a real dragon, who can control the water veins of the world by calling for wind and rain. He has strong fighting power. There are three disciples of Yu Zhenren in the Chunyang Palace of Shenhua Mountain. They are good at feng shui. In addition, there is also the most powerful one who can see through the luck and change the luck. It is miraculous. "
It's very general. It's probably the understanding of white dragons by aristocratic families in the world. Legend has it that when you see a white dragon, it's a bit taboo to call it a snake or a dragon. It's better to call it a divine dragon or a real dragon, so as not to be blamed by the dragon monster king and cause trouble. Otherwise, it would be really miserable if one's own luck is cut off.
"Do you really believe that I can change your luck?"
"Uh... I believe it."
Hearing this, Bai Yujun nodded. Since it's okay to talk about it, there's no need to say it if you don't believe it.
"Please also ask Your Majesty the Demon Emperor to explain in detail."
Moubai raised his finger and pointed at the 100,000 border troops who were following Zhe Changgong back to Beijing. Only 100,000 were following him. The other border troops had returned to station along the Great Wall to deal with the hidden dangers of the barbarians.
There is no end in sight to the black mass of soldiers, all of them elites who have experienced the most horrific battles in the world.
"The Yan Kingdom is facing a crisis, and they are the only chance to stabilize the world's troubled times. If you lose Chang Gong, you try your best to protect them. These soldiers have lived and died with my clan. I don't want to see them destroyed for no reason. Please cherish them."
Zhe Shangshu's cloudy eyes were suddenly startled, his heartbeat slowed down by half a beat, cold sweat broke out on his back and his whole body went limp...
Folk rumors say that the eyes of a real dragon are different. One eye looks at the past and the other looks at the future. No matter what has happened or is about to happen, it can be seen. The word Yanguo is facing a crisis can be interpreted in many ways. He feels that I'm afraid this is the worst explanation...
"What can we do... Shenlong... please protect Guo Zuo for thousands of years...!"
Bai Yujun frowned and looked cold.
"What are you shouting about? Do you want the whole world to know? You just need to try to protect the hundreds of thousands of border troops from being embezzled by the powerful into private armies."
"Actually, I wanted to take advantage of the chaos to get rid of you, because you are really powerful. The Imperial Master Gao and others are just a bunch of pigs compared to you, but I prefer to strengthen the snake demon army and defeat you openly. The race has become more energetic. God is really strong, not conspiracy, the court is dangerous, you have to take care of yourself!"
Shaking the reins, the black horse hoofs up.
"Drive~!"
The black horse ran away in a flash, leaving only Zhe Changgong with his head roaring and his eyes numb.
I have said everything that needs to be said. Originally, it is about the replacement of the imperial power in the world and you cannot say it casually, but it is OK to change the longevity, because this old man chopped off the heads of many noble disciples in the fortress, and when he returns to the court, he will only be ostracized by the emperor and the officials. Everything will be regarded as evil words to confuse the public, and the situation will be miserable.
He has great achievements and military power, which is enough for the little emperor to kill him dozens of times.
The closer we get to the capital, the more panicked Zhe Changgong becomes...
A long procession arrived at the Shili Pavilion on the official road outside the north gate.
After Bai Yujun saw the layout of Shili Pavilion, he rolled his eyes with disdain, waved his hand, and the snake demon army turned around and headed eastward, bypassing Shili Pavilion. He planned to bypass the capital and go south to the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, and then return to Nanhuang by boat along the river.
Shili Pavilion is decorated like a Chinese New Year Lantern Festival, with bright red and festive colors and bustle.
Beat the gongs, beat the drums and blow the suona, babble ya ya~
So many people have died and they can still celebrate in a lively manner. It is estimated that only these guys who think they are superior to others will not care about how many people die. As long as they are safe and the crisis is resolved, they will immediately rejoice and hold a banquet. Even if the mud-legged guy is dead. Okay, just bring a rope noose next time you fight.
Especially the officials and eunuchs who were in front of everyone in Shiliting and were responsible for welcoming them.
The officialdom is full of prestige, and everything else can be dispensed with, except for the pomp and circumstance. The many rules can make people curse. In front of the welcoming officials, the demon army is too lazy to take a detour.
As for the tens of thousands of demon soldiers walking through the streets of the capital to go to the dock, forget it, don't scare those poor guys to death.
The army marched eastward in mighty force, followed closely by the elite troops of Jiuli. Many officers and soldiers of the imperial army waved to each other and cherished each other. After all, they had fought side by side in bloody battles and had a deep friendship. They feared that they would never see each other again.
The official and the eunuch made a bad face to greet Zhe Changgong.
The old man's official robe was stained with blood from his charge into battle, was in tatters, and was no longer elegant. The two guys wished they could stay far away to avoid any bad luck.
"The barbarians in the Southern Wilderness are really not polite. They don't say hello when they meet us. This is the capital of the empire. Haha, I really don't take His Majesty the Emperor seriously~"
The official in brocade robes scorned the sarcasm, while the eunuch in fine robes covered his mouth and remained silent.
Zhe Changgong sneered.
"The one riding the horse is a divine dragon, a white dragon tens of feet long that crushed the city gate. Do you really want her to come over and say hello?"
Both men were choked.
"Well... forget it, we still have to meet His Majesty..."
The army parted ways and returned with honors after their long service. The grand welcome scene was dazzling and unfamiliar to the hundreds of thousands of soldiers who had been to the hell battlefield. Countless people lined the streets to welcome them, cheered, and confetti sprinkled all over the sky.
The poor and humble border troops who had been stationed along the Great Wall all year round were shocked to find out that many people in the world could wear good clothes, and there were pavilions taller than big trees. The streets were filled with the smell of wine, like a fairyland.
At the Grand Canal dock, commerce was suspended, and court officials were busy directing ships to dock.
Groups of pretty and handsome snake demon soldiers boarded the boat. The people of the Yan Kingdom gathered to watch from a distance, marveling at the figure and appearance of the snake demon soldiers. Amidst the commotion and noise, large ships left the dock one after another, set sail, and headed south...
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