Who says sleep is not spiritual practice?

As we all know, there are hundreds of tribes in Beidi.

But most of them are small tribes with less than [-] people.

As for the large tribes with more than 10 people, there are only eight in the entire Beidi.

Including tribes is one of them.

Seeing Jiang Qingyu staring at such a huge monster, Rao Yiduoji couldn't help being startled:

"Young master, we are only going north this time to participate in the Winter Hunting Competition, not to fight Beidi!"

Attacking the Baoluo tribe, one of the eight major tribes in Beidi?

Just relying on these more than 1000 people?

How dare you!

"Young master think twice!"

The coachman Old Wu also dissuaded:

"With such a small number of people, it's enough to eat a medium-sized tribe, let alone a tribe!"

"Since the founding of Great Chu, except for the prince more than [-] years ago, there has never been a second person who has led troops to attack their territory!"

Jiang Qingyu naturally knew that the Luo tribe was powerful.

This tribe has more than 30 people, even if it is strong enough to rank in the top three among the eight tribes!

Its leader is named Bao Luo Te, a figure of the older generation who has stagnated at the peak of the Bright Moon Realm for a full ten years.

More than 20 years ago, his three talented elder brothers all died tragically under the knife of Jiang Qiushui, the King of Rejecting the North, and it was finally his turn to take the position of leader.

It can be said that there is an indelible bloody feud between the King of the North and the Bao Luo Tribe.

But for Borot...

But there is a kindness.

Although he himself would not admit it.

"I have my own plan, and I won't take you to seek death."

Jiang Qingyu drew on the map the marching route that Jiang Qingjian pointed out earlier:

"The road planned by the second brother is full of small tribes in Beidi. On the surface, the risk is indeed extremely small..."

"But Beidi is not all stupid. The news of the Winter Hunting Competition has been released for so long. They must have been prepared. This line that was originally safe will become dangerous!"

"As for the line I have drawn up, even though it seems like it's all hard to crack..."

"But as far as I know, in order to fight this winter hunting competition, the eight major tribes of Beidi have jointly exerted pressure, mobilizing troops from various medium-sized tribes to support each small tribe. As for their own positions, they have become more powerful emptiness!"

Dorje frowned slightly:

"Even if the army is empty, it cannot be defeated by just more than 1000 people."

"If we can't fight for a long time, our army's momentum will definitely weaken, and when the enemy's reinforcements arrive, we will be defeated, or even..."

"There is a risk of being wiped out!"

Jiang Qingyu agreed:

"indeed."

"but……"

"What if we also have reinforcements?"

As soon as these words came out, Lao Wu and Duoji's expression froze immediately.

reinforcements?

"Young master, stop joking."

Old Wu glanced at the tens of thousands of soldiers waiting at the border:

"If the young master is relying on those guys, then I advise you to die early."

"The prince has already ordered that, except for the troops under the command of the young masters and young ladies, the rest of the Anbei army who entered the grassland are only responsible for monitoring you and are not allowed to fight without authorization. Unless we are all about to die, otherwise they will not take action!"

Jiang Qingyu smiled without saying a word.

So Old Wu understood.

Nine times out of ten, I guessed wrong.

……

Soon, under Jiang Qingyu's order, the troops crossed the border and marched northeast.

at the same time.

Luoxia Town also sent 3000 troops to follow closely behind.

The distance between the two is less than five miles.

As soon as the carriage was on the way, Jiang Qingyu asked Old Wu, the coachman:

"Who is the leader of the army behind?"

Old Wu has been thinking about where Jiang Qingyu hid a support army, and he just came back to his senses when he heard the question:

"Ah, Mr. Qifeng, it's General Zhao Lu."

"The innate second-rank Haoyue realm is much worse than the great general Jiang Langya, but he is also one of the few young and promising generals in the Anbei Army!"

"This person is greedy for money and lustful, so his reputation outside is not very good, but he is sincere to the prince, and he has never formed cliques in the army for personal gain."

Jiang Qingyu smiled:

"I've heard of this man."

"Six or seven years ago, Zhao Lu fell in love with an oiran who was drunk by a general, but he was too shy to pay for the night."

"Later, I don't know where I heard the wind, saying that the general's drunkenness is the father's property, so I came to the gate of the palace and knelt for three days and three nights, begging my father to marry the oiran to him."

"Father Wang Nianqi had no less than two hundred scars on his body, and he had no children, so he had no choice but to sell a precious sword and help him redeem his body for that oiran, and married him into the family."

Old Wu nodded in agreement.

"What the young master said is true."

"Back then, this matter caused a lot of trouble in Wangcheng!"

"What's even more legendary is that on the day that oiran got married, the general was drunk and spent a lot of money to buy back the prince's sword, and gave it to General Zhao Lu as a dowry!"

"Tsk tsk, no wonder everyone says that as long as you can marry an oiran who is drunk by the general, no matter how much money you spend, you won't lose money!"

Old Wu looked envious, and said:

"Later, General Zhao Lu wanted to return the knife to the prince, but how could he accept it according to the prince's temperament?"

"So General Zhao Lu can only brazenly enjoy the double blessings, holding the precious sword in his left hand and the beauty in his right hand, so happy!"

Jiang Qingyu's eyes were teasing:

"Why, Uncle Wu also wants to marry one?"

Old Wu repeatedly waved his hands:

"No, no, no! How dare you... No, how can you!"

"My old Wu is absolutely loyal to his wife!"

As he spoke, he touched the peace amulet hanging around his neck, with an iron man's tenderness on his face.

Although my mother-in-law is not a beautiful woman, she is also a first-class good wife, not necessarily worse than the general's drunk oiran!

At the same time, he said in admiration:

"The treasured sword went round and round into the hands of General Zhao Lu. No wonder some people speculated that all this was planned by the prince himself."

"It also makes more people firmly believe that the general's drunkenness is the prince's property!"

"Since that day, there has been another rumor in the Anbei Army, saying that whoever can achieve the same feats as General Zhao Lu can be rewarded by the prince as an oiran."

"Young master, tell me, the army is full of hot-blooded brats, who can resist such a reward?"

"..."

Jiang Qingyu didn't answer.

But there was a scolding voice in the carriage:

"Qingmeng, listen? Men are all of the same virtue! Only women are in their minds all day long!"

"But I think fourth brother is different."

"Of course he's different! Because he... Forget it, let's not talk about it."

"Fifth sister, I also think you should stop talking, or you will be thrown out of the carriage later, and it will be miserable!"

"Little girl, do you dare to laugh at me?"

"Hee hee, don't dare."

……

Listening to the teasing of the two younger sisters, Jiang Qingyu was not angry this time.

He just glanced at the back and murmured in his heart:

General Zhao Lu.

Is the knife that this young master gave you useful?

……

at the same time.

Five miles away.

There are three thousand Anbei troops marching on horseback.

The leader was a burly man in golden armor, in his thirties.

After half a lifetime of fighting on his originally handsome face, five scars of different lengths and criss-crossing appeared on his face, which added a bit of ferocity to him.

This person is Zhao Lu.

At this time, Zhao Lu was riding a black BMW with snow-like hooves, and was wiping a golden sword with an embroidered handkerchief.

"Little Gourd's mother said that the one who redeemed this precious sword back then was none other than Fourth Young Master."

"My lord also said that I was able to marry his mother, Little Gourd, thanks to the help of the Fourth Young Master."

"I understand their thoughts, they are nothing more than persuading me to help you."

"But……"

"Are you eligible for my assistance?"

Zhao Lu grinned:

"Last month, the second wife offered five oirans and 30 taels of gold, and asked me to submit to the second son."

"I refused."

"Today, if you are really Qianlong..."

"Even if I don't have this knife, I only think about the little gourd's mother's love..."

"It's enough for me, Zhao Lu, to work hard for you."

Chapter 88 Battle in the Air

at dusk.

The grassland is covered with thick snow, and the sky is covered with red sunset glow.

At this time, five hours had passed since the troops crossed the border.