Iron Armored Emperor

The snow the size of bamboo leaves fell to the ground one after another, quietly.

The bonfire was burning, crackling occasionally, and the retreating WindClan cavalry camped here, and the firelight reflected sad and numb faces.

The weeping and crying of the wounded soldiers and horses were gradually covered by the sound of falling snow. Some fell asleep, and some never woke up again.

This is a defeated army without a leader.

A crushing defeat.

it's time.

The concubine Furan put her son's shoulders on her shoulders, walked through the camp, braved the snow, and walked to the center of the camp.

She and the dragon wrapped jade in her hand attracted everyone's attention.

All the officers and men of the Feng Clan know her, she is the wife of the previous leader and the concubine of Wu Kun.

Her son is 14 years old. Unlike Wu Kun's pampered children, he trains with the soldiers every day and often helps them do some rough work within their ability.

The Dragon Entangling Jade is the seal of the leaders of the Wind Clan in the past, but Wu Kun has never been able to get it.

Furan held up the Dragon Entangling Jade, recited the instructions of the ancestors in the ancient language of the Feng Clan, and then bowed down.

Her son knelt before her, the little boy guarding his mother with a knife grip.

Furan stood among the defeated Wind Clan army, a woman spoke slowly, making them listen attentively.

"When I was young, I grew up in Shuzhou. The cottage stood in the green hills, and beautiful bamboo buildings were built successively on the hillside. Not far away, there was a wide lake with green reeds by the lake. My parents and villagers worked day and night, self-sufficient, and children They don't know the dangers of war and chaos, and they play and play."

"Every October, the Fengzu cottages in Shuzhou will be connected together to hold a grand harvest festival. Everyone will go to the lake to bathe, play games during the day, and light a high fire by the lake at night to enjoy together. Harvest fruits, sing and dance, and offer sacrifices to the ancestors and dragon gods."

The people of the Wind Clan could not help sobbing and choking when recalling the peaceful and beautiful life in their memory.

"I still remember the last harvest festival I experienced. That night, the lake was calm and the waves were calm, the stars and fields were low, the insects and animals were singing together, and the fireflies hidden in the reeds were blown by the wind, and they lit up in the long Floating among the blades of grass."

"That night, the leader's younger brother said that he liked me, and asked me if I would marry him, a widower."

Furan's eyebrows were gentle, and she said with a smile, "He is a man who fights for the sake of the Feng Clan and the officials of the Yan Dynasty. He is neither humble nor overbearing. He is willing to help every family of the Feng Clan who asks him for help. I have admired him for a long time, and I am naturally happy."

"The festivities are not yet over, and the emperor of the Yan Dynasty came here one after another. Gu Linsheng resisted the order and disrespected, and privately persuaded the Feng clan to move away to avoid disaster. The leader insisted on refusing to preserve the inheritance of the ancestors. Gu Linsheng can't delay any longer, and sent troops to attack."

"The leader died, and my family was driven all the way to the Dayun Grassland. Since then, we have never been able to return to the homeland of Shuzhou. The Dayun Grassland is cold and barren. We learned to wear wolf jackets, and we learned to herd horses and sheep."

"We have never seen the beautiful lake that stopped our ancestors from wandering. We worked hard day and night, but we had to endure hunger in the cold winter when the land was frozen. Our children grew up on the grassland, but they couldn't run wantonly because they didn't know How many wolf bears are as hungry as we are."

"My husband and I live the same life as everyone else. We herd horses and sheep, we grow highland barley, and we endure hunger in the cold winter, waiting for the arrival of spring."

"What we are waiting for is not Chunri, but Wu Kun, who is determined to fight for power and profit, and pushes the Wind Clan back into the troubled times. He killed my husband, ruled the Wind Clan, led the Wind Clan south, and put on the blood-devouring clothes for the Wind Clan. With a murderous reputation, he wants to take over the world."

"We failed to avenge Bao Yan for the dead compatriots of the Feng Clan. Instead, Wu Kun led us to fight against Chu Gu. Wu Kun was defeated by Di Qiye, and we fled all the way here—this place is as cold as Dayun Grassland , we don't have enough medicine to treat our wounded soldiers, we don't have enough food to feed our children."

"We failed."

"We just want to go home, return to the hometown of Shuzhou, and return to the lakeside where we have been dreaming to celebrate the harvest again."

Fran raised her head high, looked at all the WindClan soldiers around like a mother looking at her child, and said, "Let me be the sinner."

"I would like to bear the infamy of my past and future, and as the leader of the Feng Clan, I would like to ask Chu Gu for peace."

"My children, my people, my brave warriors."

"Let me take you home."

The heavy snow was still falling silently, and everyone seemed to be still, but weeping came from nowhere, or there were sad tears everywhere.

The soldiers of the Wind Clan, staring at the women standing in the wind and snow, scattered at first, and then more and more, knelt down to Furan on one knee, clenched their fists with their right hands and beat their chests, swearing loyalty to the new leader.

Because of his excellent performance on the battlefield, it was rare for Di Qiye to speak out and praise the five young masters, but the five of them faltered, pushing each other, as if they wanted to say something but dared not say it, their coy appearance made Di Qiye sink He turned his face: "What are you doing?"

"General," Ao Yisong was finally pushed out, "What Wu Kun said before he died...he deliberately provoked! Don't take it to heart! No, it's not that you don't take it to heart"

Jiang Tong elbowed him aside, and stopped him halfway: "We want to say that the lord is not like Wu Kun, so you don't have to worry too much about it, General."

These words are very meaningful.

It was only natural for them to come to persuade them, but their words were not entirely for the sake of Da Chu and Gu Lie as lobbyists, and they hinted Di Qiye not to be completely vigilant...

Even Di Qiye had to be a little moved by such a fierce defense.

There are five of them, each is a son of aristocratic family, and each is full of military achievements, and they are inseparable from Chu Gu's interests.

However, they treated Di Qiye, a foreign general, with sincerity and sincerity. That day outside the camp of the Chu army to fight against the Feng Clan who came to attack them, their joy when they saw Di Qiye seemed to have regained their backbone. Rely on, not fake.

Gu Lie may have said that he had five apprentices as a joke, but now, Di Qiye asked himself, he could no longer ignore these five subordinates like avoiding others.

They treated each other with sincerity, Di Qiye couldn't laugh it off, it was too hypocritical.

But they all come from aristocratic families, and they are destined to have a day when they will have an opposing position with Di Qiye.

If there is a tie, it is not just Di Qiye who is tied.

Di Qiye was not afraid of them leaving, not afraid of their defection, only afraid that they were really loyal, and in the end, they would be implicated by him.

"This," Di Qiye didn't know how to deal with it, and pretended to mutter.

"Report!"

Di Qiye immediately got off the donkey: "Come in."

"General!" Jin Wei reported excitedly, "The Wind Clan is here to surrender!"

Di Qiye and Wu Dashao stepped out of the tent, only to see the Feng clan people leading horses and walking, unarmed, walking silently towards the Chu army's barracks.

In the front was a woman holding a child.

Furan, the concubine of the Wind Clan.

With a calm face and her head held high, she led her people to the front of the Chu army slowly.

This is an important step for her, and it is also an important step for Wind Clan.Last night she ordered to bury all of Wu Kun's wives, concubines and children. Her heir will only be her son. Now she is the only leader of the Wind Clan.

At the front of the Chu army was a man and a horse. That man was wearing an iron armor and white clothes, wearing a precious lamb robe, holding a green dragon knife, and standing in front of the battle horse with Ce Wushuang. He was the great Chu soldier god Di Qiye.

Fu Ran turned around to look at the men, women and children of the Wind Clan, then stepped forward, stood sideways and knelt down to Di Qiye!

"Furan, the leader of the Feng Clan, leads the Feng Clan today to surrender to Chu Gu! May the king of Chu show his heart to you and allow me to return to the homeland of Shuzhou!"

As soon as she finished speaking, all the Feng Clan people knelt down neatly with Furan as the center - they were not kneeling on Di Qiye or Chu Gu, but their leader.

This is a female politician who cannot be underestimated.

This is a resilient nation.

Di Qiye got off his horse and took two steps sideways to let Furan kneel down.

He walked to Furan's side, bent down and stretched out his hand, and said respectfully: "The leader of the Feng Clan regards peace as the most important thing, and Di Qiye's ambition is to be sincere. Belong to Chu Gu, work together, and don't afford swords!"

Di Qiye behaves politely and has a chic posture, but he has lingering doubts in his heart.

The people of Chu returned to Jing with all their heart, and the people of Feng returned to Shu with all their heart.Di Qiye was not untouched by their persistence and nostalgia, but what made them so obsessed with returning to a specific region?

Is it because the scenery of the mountains and rivers is different from other places, and the geography and humanities complement each other, or is it just an irrational emotional sustenance that cannot be deduced by rational analysis?

Di Qiye led the army, followed by men, women and children of the Feng tribe, and returned to Qin in a mighty force.

On the way, I cleaned up all the Xizhou tribes, and let the soldiers of the Feng clan who followed behind talk about it in private. They all felt that Da Chu had such a capable soldier, and Wu Kun's defeat was not wronged.

When the Chu army received the battle report, they were naturally beaming, waiting to welcome the victor and the defeat.

When approaching the camp, Ah Hu, who rode his horse and followed Di Qiye's right rear, sighed, "Finally back."

Jiang Tong laughed at him: "Look at your future."

Ah Hu plausibly said: "Sleeping soundly in my own big camp, you don't understand."

"Who doesn't know that you get flustered if you don't write a letter to your sister Ruan for a day," Ao Yisong said not to save face for his colleagues, "you sleep soundly in your camp, is it convenient for your camp to send miscellaneous soldiers to deliver letters? Sleeping soundly, pillowing on the fragrant red paper, that is sleeping soundly."

A Baoming gang secretly mocked: "Don't tease him, he is engaged, different from you bachelors."

Ahu sneered at the jealousy of the bachelors: "So what? The key is not Daying, but people. Daying is close to Jingzhou, so I like it. What can you do to me?"

A Lang interfaced very pragmatically: "That's right, what's the matter with being happy to go back to the camp, I just like staying in the camp, it's like going home."

Jiang Tong concluded: "You are sour, Ah Hu has people, and Ah Lang is stupid."

Di Qiye was forced to listen to them talking about cross talk, and he was amused.

The camp is getting closer.

The gate of the Chu army's camp was wide open, and Gu Lie, wearing a wolf cloak, a crown and a sword, stood at the forefront to welcome the victorious army.

Di Qiye raised his eyes and saw Gu Lie at a glance.

He suddenly noticed that the moment he saw Gu Lie, his heart moved and the corners of his lips curled up.

Ah Hu just said that the key is not in the camp, but in the people.

When the horn sounded, all the soldiers of the Chu army got off their horses and knelt down to meet the King of Chu.

Di Qiye saw Gu Lie's robe came into view, Gu Lie helped him up, and said with a smile: "General Di has made great contributions again."

In front of them is the camp of the Chu army, and behind them are the generals and soldiers of the Chu army, but they are the two kings and ministers standing among thousands of troops.

For some reason, Di Qi made a wrong shot under his ambition, raised his eyebrows and said deliberately: "Then how will my lord reward me?"

As soon as this remark came out, the generals nearby were sweating, Lu Yi and Ao Ge looked at each other, waiting for a good show.

Gu Lie was a little surprised, looking into Di Qiye's eyes, wondering why this man suddenly provoked him.

But Gu Lie didn't let the silence last long enough to arouse everyone's speculation.

He raised his eyebrows like Di Qiye, and half-seriously, half-jokingly said: "As long as General Di wants it, why not reward him?"

Gu Lie knew in his heart that Di Qiye didn't want to get involved in anything other than fighting, so he deliberately said this to tease Di Qiye.He wished that Di Qiye wanted the official title of Marquis, but did Di Qiye want it?

This statement surprised everyone.

The lord's love and favor for General Di has reached this point?

Di Qiye snorted softly, grabbed Wushuang who wanted to rub against Gu Lie, followed Gu Lie into the camp, and said, "This general wants to eat Shuzhou cuisine. Please, my lord, please accompany me to the table."

Oh, I went back and tried to add a meal.

They didn't pay attention to the Feng Clan who followed behind. After all, the Feng Clan cavalry and Wu Kun caused a lot of losses to the Chu army. As the king of Chu, Gu Lie accepted the Feng Clan's surrender. Be careful, it's time to show off.After a while, Jiang Yang will go to appease him, and he will win people's hearts with his prestige and kindness.

Gu Lie smiled lowly: "Have you finished copying the poem? I'll treat you to eat after copying."

Di Qiye pulled out the booklet from his arms and slapped it domineeringly on Gu Lie's hand, obviously coming prepared.

Gu Lie flipped through and copied nineteen poems, using five fonts.

Gu Lie couldn't help admiring: "The general is a great talent."

Di Qiye, who bullied the emperor blatantly, nodded reservedly: "My lord, you are polite."

Little Gu Zhao followed them, seeing the serious and hard-working father standing next to the general as if he was a different person, he felt relaxed, with a smile in his eyes.

This in the end is why?Little Gu Zhao couldn't figure it out. He thought it must be because he didn't study hard enough, so he secretly decided to work harder tomorrow.

Yan Fagu pinched his fingers and counted, muttering to himself, his brows became more and more wrinkled.

Jiang Yang slapped his gesture away with a fan: "Again, what are you doing? Follow me to meet the leader of the Wind Clan."