Nine Hundred and Ninety First: War in Northern Xinjiang (28)

"Teacher—teacher—disciple is not filial—"

The third prince was crying like hell, his already weak body couldn't bear it any longer, his embarrassed appearance didn't reveal any extravagance.

He was not just crying for Ulibah, he was also crying about the fate he was about to face and the predicament he was facing now.

Wu Liba led thousands of elites to cut off the heir for him and the eldest prince.

Although they escaped smoothly, they didn't carry many weapons, and they didn't even have food or clean water.

Without food, they were so hungry that they had to eat grass and bark to satisfy their hunger.

Thinking back a few months ago, there were 180,000 elites in the Northern Xinjiang camp, including the 30,000 elites brought by the eldest prince, a total of 210,000!

Of the 210,000 northern Xinjiang warriors, there are now less than 20,000 left, all of whom are remnants and defeated generals.

The nightmare did not end here, and the news of Uliba's death dealt them another blow.

The third prince cried and mourned, and the eldest prince was distraught. He wished he could hack the younger brother to death in order to keep his ears clean.

"What's the use of crying now? The most urgent task is to contact the major tribes in northern Xinjiang to jointly fight against the willow thieves. Only in this way can we be worthy of the general."

The eldest prince was irritable, and the pursuers hadn't been completely shaken off yet, they might go to see Wu Liba at any time.

"Teacher treats the lonely like a parent and child, why don't you cry for him alone?"

The third prince stabilized his emotions, but his eyes were still red.

But what the eldest prince said is right, life-saving is the most important thing now, so that the green hills are kept and there is no need to worry about firewood.

Thinking of the culprit, he gritted his teeth with hatred, "I only blame Lao Jiu—if it wasn't for his delay, how could the teacher die young—"

If it weren't for the pig teammate Nine Princes who broke a good set of cards, Beijiang wouldn't have suffered such a huge loss.

The eldest prince said, "He? Hehe, he might have been buried in the belly of a fish."

How many living people with intact hands and feet were taken away by the flood, and the old nine got wind, can he still live?

When the eldest prince said this, the third prince felt better.

As everyone knows,

The people they said were "buried in the belly of the fish" not only did not die, but survived by luck.

It's a pity that good luck is limited, and the Ninth Prince was captured by the soldiers who searched for the living.

Seeing that he was dressed in a rich and noble manner, everyone paid more attention to him.

While taking him back to the camp, while investigating his identity, he did not expect that he turned out to be the former acting king of Beijiang.

Although it was said to be acting king, he was still a "king". The soldiers hurriedly reported this matter to Jiang Pengji.

Jiang Pengji didn't want to see him at first, but when she learned that this guy survived a stroke, out of curiosity, she wanted to see what this lucky guy looked like.

The Ninth Prince was carried into the main tent. Because of the withdrawal of the medicine, the Ninth Prince's signs of "stroke" eased slightly.

Before, I could only move my eyes, but now I can twist my neck.

The Ninth Prince was already mentally prepared to beg for mercy, he never expected to see the white moonlight in his heart in the main tent!

Sun Wen: "..."

The Ninth Prince looked straight at Sun Wen, his eyes filled with the pain and accusations of being betrayed.

His gaze was so hot that others couldn't ignore it even if they wanted to.

"Know?" Jiang Pengji asked Sun Wen with a smile, "It seems that she is an old acquaintance of yours in northern Xinjiang."

Sun Wen said with a smile, "This man is the ninth son of the Great King of Northern Xinjiang. He is so stupid that it is not bad to use a knife to kill people."

After hearing Sun Wen's words, the Ninth Prince was so heartbroken that he couldn't help himself, his eyes were red, and he seemed to want to cut Sun Wen into pieces.

It was in vain for him to trust Sun Wen so much, and even worry about the other party's disappearance, but he didn't expect——

Sun Wen was actually an undercover agent sent by the willow thief!

Thinking of being played around by Sun Wen, causing nine brothers to kill each other, and causing the tribes in northern Xinjiang to be torn apart... The Ninth Prince's complexion was a little ugly, and his eyes were full of thousands of knives when he looked at Sun Wen——Unfortunately, These knives can't kill people.

"In this way, this person is still a 'hero'."

Aren't the Ninth Princes the ones who helped Jiang Pengji deal with Northern Xinjiang?

Sun Wen laughed and said, "If you want to make a 'great contribution' to this person, my lord, don't let him go easily."

Jiang Pengji said, "The rewards and punishments are clear, impartial...Since he has 'merited', naturally he cannot be neglected."

Listening to the conversation between the two, the Ninth Prince's eyes were filled with fear. He tried to open his mouth to beg for mercy, but his mouth watered.

Jiang Pengji said, "Procrastinate on, let him and Wu Liba be companions."

No matter how the Ninth Prince struggled, he still died in the end, and his body was hung beside Wu Liba, fluttering in the wind.

When Jiang Pengji collected the spoils and pushed the battle line to the center of northern Xinjiang, the situation in the world also changed many times.

The most shocking news happened in Zhongzhao——

Tens of thousands of refugees broke through the defense line of the palace, rushed into the palace, burned, killed and looted, and there was almost no one alive in the royal family.

The men were smashed into flesh by the emotional refugees, and the women were humiliated to death.

At the same time, the forces headed by the Nie family recruited troops and established themselves in the name of "cleaning up the rebels".

Seeing that Zhongzhao has become such a virtue, Beiyuan and Xichang also want to share a piece of the pie.

However, the two countries have also been conflicted in recent years, and many vassal kings played their own petty tricks and couldn't make a move for a while.

In addition, Dongqing and Nansheng did not stop for a moment.

Although Jiang Pengji formed an alliance with Huang Song and Xu Pei, although it was just to support each other, they also gained a lot of benefits from it.

The person responsible for forming an alliance with Xu Pei is Yang Si.

Yang Si is now in charge of Hu County, and he represents his lord to form an alliance with Xu Pei.

With Jiang Pengji's acquiescence, Yang Si went to Xu Pei's place as a representative to give some military support.

Originally, brothers Xu Pei and Xu Fei were evenly matched, but with Jiang Pengji's influence, the balance tilted towards Xu Pei.

Xu Fei lost half of Hu County after repeated battles and was forced to retreat to Hu County, greatly reducing his power.

Compared to Xu Pei's ease, Huang Song was not so lucky.

His opponent is the Meng family who owns the entire Cangzhou!

Tremendous stress.

Huang Song knew the gap between himself and Meng Shi, and he would never be able to touch head-to-head. The loss of offense was far greater than that of defense.

All he needs to do is to slow down Meng Shi's pace, and he doesn't need to fight to the death with the other party.

With this thought in mind, Huang Song and his advisers chose the safest plan - keep!

Don't fight!

Huang Song turned himself into an iron tortoise, armed from head to toe, even with teeth—no matter how clamoring Meng Shi made, he ignored it.

Meng Shi was patient at first, but as time went by, Jiang Pengji's good news in northern Xinjiang came out one after another, and Meng Shi couldn't sit still. They launched strong attacks several times, but Huang Song's side was always able to predict the foresight, and the Meng family could not take much advantage of several confrontations.

The two sides entered into a state of wrestling, and neither was willing to back down.

The battle situation in Dongqing is stalemate, but Yang Tao is doing well in Nansheng.

In the name of crusade against the false emperor, he aggressively invaded Nansheng's territory, and within half a year, he had already gained a firm foothold.

However, he shared Nansheng's cake, and the local princes in Nansheng were unwilling.