I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 575 Wuhuan is dead! Dragon City Commander Cao Wu!
Qiming was given the title privately by Han Shao.

Zhongshun was conferred by the imperial decree of Emperor Taikang.

Putting the word Qiming before Zhongshun shows that there is a reason why he was able to survive in Shi Bi's hands and even fight back in the end.

Seeing his submissive appearance, all the nobles present despised him.

But when facing the rows of Yulin guards in front of them who were dressed in luxurious armor and in strict order, they all showed flattering and fawning looks.

There is no way, there are only those who are truly courageous and have backbone in the Dragon City Royal Court.

Either he died when the city was broken, or he died with Wuhuan Daishi on the shore of the North Sea.

During the past ten years, the remaining people have become more well-behaved and obedient than the others after several rounds of cleaning and screening by the six gates in charge of Dragon City.

At this time, the young General Yong, holding a black spear in one hand and a staff in the other, rode forward and said indifferently.

"Get up."

"I am here on my father's orders to bring my brother home. Please forgive me if I have disturbed you."

Father? Brother?
All the nobles of the royal court present were surprised and puzzled.

and many more!

Does Lord Yan have any other offspring besides Prince Kun?

As the thought flashed through their minds, all the nobles in the royal court suddenly panicked, and they looked at Han Fengxian with timidity and a hint of hostility.

After all, Master Kun is their greatest hope and reliance for maintaining their wealth and power in the future.

Anything that could possibly destroy their hopes and reliance would make them desperate.

However, after hearing what Han Fengxian said, Qiming Khan looked at him for a few times and hesitated to test him.

"You are... Young Master Fengxian?"

Han Fengxian had no intention of paying any attention to this puppet supported by his father, but after thinking about it, he still gave some response.

"The Khan has a good memory."

The bald little monk of the past has grown into this mighty man wearing armor.

It always makes people sigh and lament the passing of time.

However, Han Fengxian did not give Qiming Khan a chance to reminisce about the past. He glanced indifferently at the royal nobles present and spoke without any emotion.

"My time is precious, please stop talking and lead the way."

If possible, he would rather swing the spear in his hand and slaughter all these barbarians, leaving the streets of the royal court strewn with blood and corpses, which would make him feel satisfied.

Instead of wasting time trying to please them.

This undisguised arrogance and rudeness made all the royal nobles look unhappy.

But if they really have to show some courage to deal with it, they don't dare to do so.

"Sir, please!"

……

The Liao-guarding cavalry had been stationed in Longcheng for ten years, so most people were familiar with the Yong cavalry.

But when the thousand cavalrymen of the Yulin Guards rode their horses and walked through the long street, the prying eyes on the streets on both sides could not help but exclaim in amazement.

"What a mighty and majestic army!"

"Look at the armor they are wearing, it seems to be Mo... Mo family black armor?"

Seeing this, the Yong merchants who came to the grassland to do business subconsciously straightened their backs.

"How magnificent is my majestic Dayong!"

"How great are my Dayong warriors!"

When people raised their glasses to celebrate, some people from Yong were so excited that their eyes turned red.

Ten years ago, who would have thought that their own cavalry could show off their power in this way in the grassland royal court?
Thinking back to the time when I traveled to the grassland for business, I felt so nervous and cautious that I had to tread on thin ice. It seemed like a dream at this moment.

On the other hand, when the barbarians around them saw this majestic and awe-inspiring army, some were filled with fear while others were filled with empty despair.

But there were also flashes of eyes full of enthusiasm and yearning.

"If I can wear this armor in my lifetime, my death will be worth it!"

The barbarian dog who was speaking… Oh, no, it was a northerner from the grassland, speaking Yong language with a slight accent.

This caused the Yong people in the tavern to look at him with disgust and contempt.

Many northerners around him angrily refuted.

"Do you still have any sense of shame? The Yong people slaughtered my people and enslaved them, and you still want to work for them?"

"That's right! It's because of scum like you that I, Okarasuma, have fallen to this point today!"

"Yes, with insects like you, how can my Great Karasuma not be defeated!"

A burst of barbaric mumbling was directed at the person who spoke.

The man's face, which had been weathered by the wind and frost of the north, turned red, and then he slammed the table and stood up.

"Bullshit!"

"When the two tribes fought, each served its own master, so casualties were inevitable!"

"Thanks to Lord Yan's kindness! After the tyrant was exterminated, not only did he not pursue the heinous crimes and blood debts committed by us northerners in the past, but he also showed us northerners many kindnesses! You are not grateful, but are treacherous! You are truly ungrateful!"

The man who was speaking came from a small tribe.

In the past, people also recalled the former glory of the Wuhuan tribe, but as the two sides stopped fighting over the years, goods from the south were continuously transported to the grassland.

The iron pots, ironware and even linen clothes that they once treasured were no longer exclusive to those large tribes.

Moreover, with the Zhen Liao Army at the top to suppress them, those large tribes no longer dared to wantonly exploit and annex their small tribes.

In a word, their lives now are several times better than in the past.

Only a fool would cling to the so-called past glory of Dai Karasuma.

"A bunch of idiots! Wake up! Karasuma is dead!"

The words "Wushuan, dead" that were almost shouted out instantly made the entire tavern silent.

Those who had previously refuted and mocked him either looked as pale as pig liver or as white as paper.

I don’t know whether it was the anger of having the veil exposed, or the panic of having the faith in my heart collapsed.

Is Karasuma dead?

On the surface, the tribe still has a name, and even a Khan sits in the royal court.

But what is the actual situation? Anyone with a brain would know what the situation is.
So when faced with this statement, they were completely unable to refute it, nor did they dare to refute it.

Now that they had calmed down, they even felt a bit of regret and fear.

After all, the bandits from the Six Gates were omnipresent, and in many cases even more brutal and ferocious than the Yong people.

If what they just said had fallen into the ears of the Six Gates, they would have been seriously injured if not killed.

Realizing this, many people felt a chill in their backs. They no longer had time to argue with the "traitor". They either kept silent or slipped away quietly.

On the contrary, the expressions of those who did not participate in the debate changed in silence.

Many of them also miss the former Karasuma.

As soon as the Khan stopped whipping his horse, all the tribes on the grassland submitted.

They went south to raid the border and treated the southerners like cattle and sheep.

How glorious! How joyful!
But all this is not without cost.

Shi Bi was a man of great talent and ambition, but he was also violent and moody.

They would raise troops and kill people at will, treating human lives as if they were pigs or dogs.

At the end of the championship battle, he sacrificed tens of thousands of soldiers with one palm, which was terrifying and chilling.

But now that Shibi has been defeated, the glory he once created has long since vanished.

There were only two paths before them now.

One is to continue to hold on to the pride and glory of the past, letting the years pass by, decaying and passing away along with the former Karasuma.

The second is to become the northern people of the grassland mentioned by Lord Yan, to be commanded by him and work for him.

These two are like the two ends of a scale, swinging up and down over the past decade.

But on this day, as the one thousand mighty and majestic Yulin guards rode into the city, the royal nobles led the way like slaves.

The balance seemed to have finally lost its balance. "Forget it, being a submissive citizen seems to be not bad. At least Lord Yan treats us as human beings, and our people can live a more stable life..."

Even though those people who go north and south usually look down on others and are very arrogant.

When conflicts arise between the two sides, they are often the ones who suffer in the end.

But just as that person said.

Ever since Lord Yan actually ruled this grassland, the people in the northern part of the grassland have indeed lived much better than before.

At this time, the man who spoke first couldn't help feeling proud as he saw that he had "suppressed" the entire tavern into silence.

Just as he finished the wine in the bowl and was about to leave, he suddenly heard someone calling him from the corner of the tavern.

"What is the name of this warrior?"

The title of warrior was quite suitable for him. After all, he was born with strong muscles and bones, and with the support of the tribe, he also had some foundation for cultivation.

He turned around and looked back, only to see that the man who called him, although dressed in Yongren Confucian robes, his temperament and the people around him all had the air of a warrior.

"My family's original clan was Tuoba, but later I took the name Yong and called myself Yuanzong."

Tuoba Yuanzong performed the Yong salute somewhat awkwardly. He had already sized up the other party secretly and knew in his heart that this Yong man must have some background, so he did not dare to neglect him.

Cao Wu, who had been thrown on the grassland by Han Shao for ten years, became very interested when he saw his reaction.

"I think you are quite knowledgeable. Would you like to be my personal follower?"

Close follower?

Tuoba Yuanzong frowned slightly when he heard this.

He was born with great ambitions, so how could he be willing to be a follower or a servant who held someone's horse and stirrups?
So even though he knew that this Yong man had some status, he still chose to refuse.

"I am deeply grateful to you for your appreciation."

"However, Yuanzong is determined to achieve great success immediately, which will disappoint your kindness."

If you ignore the other party's accent, these words alone are almost indistinguishable from those of the Yong people.

Although the people sitting with Cao Wu looked at this barbarian differently, they were also furious at his ingratitude.

"How dare you! My husband is the secretary and commander of Longcheng appointed by Lord Yan himself!"

"Accepting you as my personal attendant means I think highly of you. How dare you refuse?"

When Tuoba Yuanzong heard this, his expression suddenly changed.

I was not angry at these people's arrogance and rudeness, but I felt a little regretful and afraid.

Although he had tried his best to overestimate the identity of the Yong nobleman in front of him, he did not expect that he still underestimated it.

He had no idea where that secretary came from.

But who with a little knowledge doesn’t know about the Dragon City Order behind him?

Not only does he manage the civil affairs of the entire Dragon City, but all the tribes on the grassland are also under his jurisdiction.

Even in special circumstances, he has the right to mobilize the Longcheng garrison, and even borrow the Zhenliao Army guarding Longcheng.

Tuoba Yuanzong still remembered that four years ago a large tribe was dissatisfied with the heavy taxes in Longcheng, and it was this man who personally led the army to suppress the tribe in a month, slaughtering most of the 10,000 cavalry without leaving a single person alive.

Faced with such a formidable force, even though Tuoba Yuanzong was a proud man, he couldn't help but sweat on his forehead.

"The Yuanzong is ignorant and does not recognize your true identity..."

As he was kneeling on the ground, he was lifted up by a gentle force.

"Don't blame those who don't know, and don't need to say more."

As he spoke, Cao Wu continued to look at him, smiling.

"As for what the personal attendant said, it is not that this official deliberately humiliated you."

"How about this, you think about it for a few days, then come back to my residence and give me your answer. There's no rush."

As for these heroes among the northern people, Cao Wu always adhered to the policy of recruiting them for his own use.

Not only can it be a helpful aid, but it can also eliminate some hidden dangers in advance by reducing the strength of one party and the weakness of the other.

Why not do it?
After saying this, Cao Wu led his group out of the tavern.

Xiahou Jingde, who was traveling with him, murmured somewhat dissatisfiedly.

"That barbarian seems to be from a small tribe, and his cultivation is just so-so. Why should you care about him, brother?"

Cao Wu looked back at him and shook his head.

“Don’t underestimate the world.”

"Don't forget, if I hadn't had some luck, I would have only been a lieutenant."

The golden scales are not originally found in the pond, but they transform into dragons when encountering stormy weather.

If Cao Wu was not trusted by the emperor, how could he be where he is today?

Therefore, over the years, he has been vigilant and treading on thin ice every day, and only in this way can he gradually complete the tasks entrusted to him by the Lord to the present stage.

The frog is boiled in warm water. Now the hearts of the people on this grassland are finally beginning to change.

And Tuoba Yuanzong, who wants to put on armor and join the army today, is a good example.

In the future, when these northerners have made great contributions and earned a place in the king's court, there is no need to worry about them not being able to integrate.

As for taking him under his command and making him his personal follower for a while, that was Cao Wu's selfish desire.

Being loyal to your superiors does not mean that you do not need a wing barrier.

Otherwise, how would he gain a foothold in the Secretariat when he returns to the south in the future?

How can I have the confidence to talk to Zhou Xuan?

Although Xiahou Jingde, who was standing by, didn't know what his elder brother was thinking and planning, he could clearly feel that his elder brother had changed a little in the past ten years.

But out of trust in his elder brother, he didn't bother to pay more attention to it.

Then he said with some hesitation.

"Young Master Fengxian is coming south today. If you don't go to greet him, wouldn't that be... a bit bad?"

Cao Wu heard this and smiled.

"You, a hottie, actually understand the ways of the world?"

Xiahou Jingde smiled innocently and scratched his head.

"Even if Han Fengxian is not his biological son, he is still the son of Lord Yan. If we, the foreign officials, treat him with such indifference, will we..."

Cao Wu chuckled and shook his head.

"That's exactly why I'm not going."

Having said that, I didn't bother to explain too much to him and just said directly.

"All we need to do is be loyal to the Lord and do what the Lord has asked us to do. The rest is not important."

Over the years, Li Jing's son Li Shentong has been on good terms with the fake son of the Lord.

Cao Wu has also secretly inquired about the past of the fake son. It seems that he has no connection with Gongzi Kun, but in fact, the relationship between the two is very close.

Apart from anything else, the title of brothers between the two cannot be avoided.

What would the other ladies think if he came up to her and showed his courtesy at this time?
Especially the two mistresses of the main house...

So at this time, it is better to be still than to move. It is better to be negligent and offend others than to be a conspicuous person.

What's more, he has Lu Yan and Chen family of Zhuozhou to support him!
Let’s see how they respond first.

……

Cao Wu was fiddling with the abacus beads, calculating the gains and losses.

Han Fengxian, who had already stepped into the palace hall, was too lazy to care about so many things. As he walked quickly, the armor on his body made clanging sounds that echoed in the empty hall.

Suddenly, Han Fengxian stopped and looked straight at the two figures in front of him who were looking forward to it.

"you are?"

Han Fengxian was startled when he heard the child's voice that had not yet transformed.

He stared at the half-grown figure for a while, then slowly took off his ferocious mask and spoke in a gentle tone that even Li Shentong had never heard before.

"Don't be afraid, it's you, brother."

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(End of this chapter)