It was the end of winter, and snowflakes began to float on the vast northern land. Below a mountain ridge, there was the battlefield that had just ended. There were broken arrows and spears everywhere, and blood was flowing all over the ground. From time to time, the sound of painful sounds of injured people came.

This war was just an ordinary one among the countless wars that have happened in this area over the years. It was not the most tragic, but it was very sudden.

The New Year will be the next two days, and the people of the Central Plains are immersed in the atmosphere of preparing for festivals. King Zhao and his soldiers probably never expected that the Northern Hu people would choose to launch a sudden attack at this time, and the iron cavalry went south in large numbers. Moreover, the most elite cavalry came.

Fortunately, it is fortunate that Zhao State has sufficient military equipment at the border. In order to resist the Northern Hu, the soldiers stationed here never dared to slack off. After receiving the urgent reward from the scouts, they immediately dispatched and withstood the enemy's forward with their flesh and blood.

Moreover, when the Northern Hu people continued to flock to the crowd, King Zhao personally led the Dragon Cavalry of the royal city to support. The two armies fought fiercely on the battlefield, fighting fiercely from noon to the setting sun. Later, the Northern Hu people could not get any advantage, and because they were frightened by unknown circumstances, they had no choice but to withdraw from the battlefield and retreat.

The Northern Hu Iron Cavalry is known as the best in the world, and is brave and extremely cruel. Without preparation, most of the Zhao soldiers, who were infantry troops, suffered a lot of casualties. If the Northern Hu people continued to persevere, the consequences would be unpredictable.

Fortunately, they finally retreated. Under the bloody setting sun, everyone was relieved to see these bloodthirsty guys gradually disappearing on the horizon of the grassland. Then they began to rescue them nervously.

The power of the Northern Hu Iron Cavalry is surprising. Even King Chulie, who had been in power for more than 30 years, was injured by a wandering arrow in this battle. A featherless iron arrow shot into his left rib. At this moment, while the close servants were busy drawing arrows and bandaging, the wound was rolling up blood and flesh, which looked shocking.

However, King Zhao Chulie didn't care about these things. Under the flag of rushing up by the wind, he turned around and looked at the small hill not far away and shouted sternly.

"Are the people who are heading to the hill back?"

"Report to the Lord, General Long Yu personally took the people there. However, no news has been heard back."

Hearing the servant's reply, King Zhao frowned. Although he had some speculation in his heart, he was always worried before he could figure out the truth. The cold wind blew, and a burst of pain came from the wound. He couldn't help but breathe a few breaths to relieve the pain. Although the arrow wounds suffered on his body were not fatal enough, the iron arrows of the Beihu people were extremely vicious, and each arrow had iron barbs. If you want to treat them, you had to cut off the surrounding flesh, which invisibly aggravated the injury. In countless battles in the past, the Zhao army suffered a lot from such arrows, which could be said to have a deep hatred for it.

"Master, your health is important. Let's go back to Longcheng immediately to treat the wounds!"

The soldiers gathered around and looked at the injured King Zhao, their eyes full of worries. Under the battle flag, they clearly saw that the king who took off his helmet had his temples and his hair was gray. In the cold wind in the north, he looked particularly bleak.

Some people lowered their heads and held back the tears in their eyes. Many of them knew that King Zhao's physical condition had been getting worse in the past two years and had been suffering from injuries for a long time. He really shouldn't go to the battlefield to fight again. However, even so, he was like a Great Wall on the way, with his strong character and great reputation, resisting the invasion of Hu horses from the north for the Great Zhou Dynasty and countless people in the Central Plains.

"It doesn't matter, this little injury won't cost me my life. This old bone can hold on! Wait a little longer...haha!"

Chu Lie, who had been scarred by war, waved casually, indicating that his subordinates should not be nervous. These loyal soldiers led them to live and die, and everyone had already put life and death aside. Needless to say, this was written on his face. Once he fought in armor, in front of them, even as the king, he never felt that he had any special qualifications.

"Don't worry, Lord! The prince should be nearby, and I believe he will be fine."

Fei Yi, the old friend who had been following for the longest, understood his thoughts best. He walked up and whispered. King Zhao's eyebrows moved, and many hidden worries flashed by. But he nodded at Fei Yi and sighed and said.

"Oh! This rebellious son always makes people feel inadequate..."

Then, he looked at the blood on the other party's sword armor, shook his head and said.

"You should also pay attention. This old man is old and his legs. Don't fight so hard in the future! By next year, you follow me to remove this armor and never go to the battlefield again. Watch it at home, you have a lot of trouble, only you are... I'm relieved!"

The war horses neighed, and the iron armor became cold. He was ten years younger than King Zhao, but had already added white hair. He raised his hand and pulled the bloody cloak and coughed on the excuse. No one noticed that he had just used this tiny movement to hide the sadness in the corner of his eyes without any trace.

The hero is old and his ambitions are not fulfilled. Although he does not want to admit it, he finally knows that the once powerful king in front of him is already old. Moreover, only the most core people know the true situation of his body.

"As long as the king has not been removed for a day, I will follow him to the death and be willing to be a front pawn!"

Over the years, no one has known better than Fei Yi about what kind of grand mind Chu Lie has in his body. For him and the soldiers behind him, in front of the real king, there is no need for those extra loyal expressions. Perhaps the only thing he can do is to bow his head and bow to him, and follow his life and death.

"Follow the king! Wansheng! Wansheng..."

Hundreds of iron-blooded warriors nearby raised their swords in their hands, and they shouted loudly, with a passionate expression. Then this voice was responded to by the soldiers of Zhao State on the entire battlefield. Everyone shouted loudly together... The mountains and rivers were thundering, and the wind was roaring. Invisibly, there seemed to be a heroic aura, which was straight up into the sky among the dancing flying flowers and shattered jade, and even the snowflakes became messy.

It was in such an atmosphere that the prince of Zhao, Chu Jiangmian, was brought to Chu Lie from a small hill not far away.

When General Long Yu found Chu Jiangmian there, he was very surprised. He found that the prince, who was doting so badly by the queen, was in a mess. He was very embarrassed.

Long Yu, who is just over 20 years old this year, is like many young people in this team, who are all fanatical admirers of Zhao Wang Chulie. However, he is somewhat repulsive to this prince who has always been famous. Although this emotion will not be revealed on his face, it exists in the hearts of many people.

The reason is that the prince is bad, he acts like a playboy, and he is ridiculous, and has been a long history!

Just like the cause of today's fierce war, to a large extent, it is inseparable from the straightforward behavior of Prince Chu Jiangmian. If he hadn't secretly brought a few followers out of the royal city at night and came to this place at the border with the Beihu people, and carried out his so-called "experiment", it would not have attracted the attention of the Beihu cavalry, which would have triggered a large-scale cavalry invasion, and then thousands of troops fought hard.

Hearing the majestic sound like a tsunami in front of him, Long Yu also raised the long sword in his hand. He jumped onto the horse's back, knocked on his breastplate, and began to shout frantically like many people. As for the prince beside him, he was too lazy to pay attention to it. His mission has been completed. Since he has found him and the other party is safe and sound, let him explain to King Zhao himself.

Looking at these soldiers who were flushed with excitement in the flying snow and the cold wind, Chu Jiangmian touched his nose helplessly. He could feel the indifference and dissatisfaction with him in the eyes of many people, but... can he blame himself?

The Beihu people did not come early or late, but they rushed to invade at this critical moment. This shows that they had already planned military operations, and they were just in trouble. Alas! Now I just hope that my father will not be angry about it. Otherwise, a heavy punishment will be inevitable.

Zhao Wang Chulie, surrounded by many soldiers, looked at his son who lowered his head and walked in front of him. He wanted to use the whip in his hand to slap his head and slapped him a few times. However, when he saw the face that was blackened by some unknown reason, he was stunned for a moment and scolded loudly.

"Rebellious son! What did you do? Do you know that if the soldiers had not sacrificed their lives to come to rescue them, you would have been captured by the Beihu people and fell into their hands, so how could you still be alive? Humph! That's really outrageous."

The snowflakes fell on the long sword and iron armor. King Zhao spoke, and the voices from far and near immediately became quiet, and there was silence around him. Everyone could feel the king's anger. Chu Jiangmian knelt on the ground, grinning, making his teeth look particularly white.

"Don't calm down, my son knows that he is wrong... I will never dare to do it again next time!"

"You... dare to have a next time?"

The whip was raised and he was about to beat him. Fei Yi hurried over to persuade him, and then winked at Chu Jiangmian. The prince quickly got up and held King Zhao's body. He said in surprise.

"Father! You are injured! Go to the carriage so that the wound will not be infected with wind and cold..."

So, after a quarter of an hour, the father and son in the carriage had the following conversation in the team that had cleaned the battlefield and started to reorganize the army.

"Mian'er, don't lie to me. Did your fireworks test really succeed this time?"

"Oh, it's a barely suppose. Alas! It's just a pity that the materials collected by Erchen spent all his time were too poor. They should have risen into the air, but they didn't expect to fall into the Beihu Cavalry."

Chu Jiangmian smiled and made a "bang" move with his hands. King Zhao widened his eyes and asked in surprise.

"No wonder there was a big riot behind the Beihu people. So that's it! In this way, wouldn't it be of great help to future wars?"

"Father... Oh, you're thinking too much. That's a kind of fireworks to watch, and the sons prepare for the mother's holiday..."

King Zhao held the whip again, and this time he really wanted to hit someone.
Chapter completed!