Supreme Golden Palace

Chapter 113 Backer (Part )

Ten days,

At the narrow pass from Yinshan Mountain to Baidaochuan, Lu Shang and Zuo Tiancheng led hundreds of elite cavalry, waiting for the mountain king Yang Lin.

The cold wind was as sharp as a knife cutting through the face, blowing up everyone's clothes and armor, making rustling sounds.

Lu Shang frowned, looked into the distance from time to time, and tapped his boots lightly with the whip in his hand.

Zuo Tiancheng said in a deep voice, "Brother Lu, don't worry. You are a veteran of many battles, and you have a hundred thousand strong troops with you. What could possibly happen? It must be that the mountain roads are rugged and the march is slow, so you've been delayed for some time."

Lu Shang hung his whip beside the saddle and sighed, "Brother Zuo, I'm not worried about Qiansui's safety, but Datou's actions have been getting more and more aggressive recently. The witch cult masters have been frequently sneaking into our camp and harassing us constantly."

"Several food storage areas have mysteriously caught fire, and soldiers at several key outposts have mysteriously disappeared. I'm sure they've been assassinated. We're in the open, and they're in the dark. It's hard to defend ourselves."

After Lu Shang severely injured the man who was lurking in the dark with two knife strikes, continuous harassment followed.

These attackers did not seem to be thinking about killing people, but were just trying to create chaos.

Although Lü Shang had killed many of the harassers, the group's momentum didn't diminish at all; instead, it intensified. Like ghosts lurking in the darkness, they kept emerging, disturbing the camp's tranquility.

If it was a normal fight, Lu Shang could crush them to death with one hand, but this group of people knew how powerful Lu Shang was and did not dare to fight him head-on. They always took action when he was not around.

It was obvious that they had made up their minds to wear down the Sui army through this war of attrition.

As he was speaking, the sound of horse hooves and the rise of dust came from afar.

Lu Shang's expression was stern, and he said, "Here I come."

After exchanging a glance with Zuo Tiancheng, he hurriedly organized his troops and led his elite cavalry towards the billowing smoke and dust.

King Kaoshan Yang Lin rode on a one-horned green-maned beast and walked majestically in front of the formation.

He was wearing a handsome robe, a cold light flickering in the sunlight, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, scanning the surroundings.

"General Lu Shang,"

"General Zuo Tiancheng,"

Lu Shang and Zuo Tiancheng rode forward and said, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

Seeing Lu Shang and Zuo Tiancheng, Yang Lin nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "I heard that you guys have been having trouble along the way. You've been working hard."

Zuo Tiancheng dismounted and said in a loud voice, "I have failed in my duty and failed to protect the camp. I beg Your Majesty to forgive me."

Yang Lin waved his hand and said, "Get up. I know everything. Datou has the support of the witch cult. It's not easy for you to hold on until now."

"Especially Fei Xiong, you gave me a big surprise. When I was in Shuozhou, I heard from the governor Guo Yan that you attacked the camp with 3,000 cavalrymen, slaughtered through 300,000 of Datou's men, and almost ripped Datou's head off."

"Although I failed to kill Datou, I did show the power of the Sui Dynasty."

Upon hearing this, Lu Shang clasped his fists and said, "It all depends on the soldiers' dedication. Our Great Sui army is mighty and powerful, and I am only following the trend."

Yang Lin laughed and said, "Fei Xiong, it's been a while since we last met. You seem to be becoming more and more humble."

"Come on, you lead the way, we're going to Shaboluo's tent."

Lu Shang and Zuo Tiancheng responded, turned their horses' heads, and led the way.

Along the way, the sound of horse hooves was rhythmic, and the dust raised by them flew wildly in the cold wind.

Yang Lin rode on a one-horned green-maned beast with an upright posture. Behind him was an army of one hundred thousand strong and well-organized soldiers, demonstrating the mighty military power of the Sui Dynasty.

Halfway through the journey, Shabolue arrived to greet Yang Lin, accompanied by Khatun Yuwenshi, Yehu Chuluohou, and a group of important officials. Shabolue was dressed in gorgeous Turkic clothing and wore a sharp scimitar at his waist. Khatun Yuwenshi wore an exquisite headdress and had a dignified look. Her clothing was a unique blend of Turkic and Central Plains styles.

When Shabolue saw Yang Lin from a distance, he immediately dismounted and walked quickly to meet him. The people behind him followed suit.

Khadun Yuwen saw the majestic Kaoshan King Yang Lin from afar with a cold expression.

King Kaoshan, the real backer of the Sui Dynasty, has a grudge against her for destroying her entire family.

His Sui Dynasty was built on the corpses of countless members of the Yuwen clan.

Shabolue said, "King of the Great Sui Dynasty, you have worked hard on this journey!"

Seeing this, Yang Lin dismounted and returned the greeting, saying loudly, "Your Excellency, Khan is very polite. I have come here not only to relieve your distress but also to eliminate the threat to the borders of the Great Sui Dynasty."

"Datou is extremely ambitious and has rebelled against the Khan, hoping to replace him and take control of the Turkic tribes. If he succeeds, not only will the Turkic people suffer, but the borders of the Great Sui Dynasty will also be in turmoil."

Shabo nodded slightly, a flicker of anger in his eyes, and said, "The traitor Datou has betrayed us and caused unrest among the Turkic tribes. Fortunately, the Great Sui Dynasty is helping us. This Khan will fully cooperate to bring this traitor to justice."

"Okay, let's kill this thief together."

Yang Lin, the King of Backers, responded.

"he came!"

Just as King Yang Lin responded, the masters of the witch cult who were above the level of the Great Wizard near Baidaochuan were shocked.

In a trance, a solemn figure dressed in black clothes, wearing a star crown on the head, with a halo of light circling behind him, and a colorful starlight, like a tail of falling stars, dragging the image of the primordial spirit behind him, appeared in their minds.

Ketu!

"Your Majesty, please come to the tent."

King Kaoshan Yang Lin led his troops and entered the yazhang at the invitation of Shabolue and others.

The army of 100,000 was boundless, with horses neighing and people shouting, and merged with the troops of Zuo Tiancheng and Lu Shang.

Afterwards, Yang Lin, led by Shabolue, walked into the Golden Tent.

The tent was magnificent, with animal skin carpets unique to the Turks covering the entire floor, and flags and strange totems commemorating military achievements hanging around.

In the huge brazier, blazing flames leaped, dispelling the chill in the tent.

As soon as Yang Lin sat down, a Turkic maid brought him fine wine and delicacies.

Shaboluo personally filled a glass of wine, held it up with both hands, and handed it to Yang Lin respectfully, saying, "It is a great honor for the Turkic people that King Kaoshan has come to visit us. This glass of wine is to express my gratitude to the Great Sui for its help."

Yang Lin took the wine cup, drank it all in one gulp, and then put the cup down heavily, saying in a deep voice: "Khan, there is no need for such courtesy. This time we are attacking Datou because he has repeatedly invaded the border. As long as Datou is not eliminated, our border will not be safe."

Yehu Chuluo Hou stepped forward, clasped his fists, and said, "Your Highness is absolutely right. We, the people of the tribe, have long since grown fed up with Datou's actions. This time, we will give our all and obey His Majesty's orders."

Khatun Yuwen had a calm expression on her face. She stood quietly behind Shabolue, looking at everyone in the tent.

King Kaoshan Yang Lin glanced at Khatun Yuwen with a sense of realization, and thought of Prince Zhao Yuwen Zhao, whose family was wiped out by Emperor Yang Jian.

Yang Lin frowned. Khadun Yuwen was a princess of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. She had always been brooding over the fall of the Northern Zhou Dynasty and the massacre of the Yuwen family.

Although Yuwen now recognized Emperor Yang Jian as her father, she was included in the Yang family genealogy and was renamed "Princess Dayi".

But everyone knew this was only a superficial easing; the seeds of hatred had already taken root, making it difficult to completely eliminate them. Yang Lin remained expressionless and gently put down his wine glass.

(End of this chapter)