Chapter 33 Return to the grassland

In the tent of the Xiongnu Zuo Xian Wang, watching more than 10,000 people attacking the city, many soldiers have already attacked the city wall, but still can't take the wall.

Zuo Xian Wang has lost his patience!

Why are the 30,000 An Ning Pass defenders so good at fighting?

After spending so much time, they haven't exhausted the manpower of the An Ning Pass defenders.

"Take my order and transfer another master. I don't believe that Yang Ye is invincible." Zuo Xian Wang didn't want to drag it on any longer.

There have been several condemnation orders from the Great Chanyu, ordering him to quickly take An Ning Pass.

"Yes!"

A summons officer took the order from Zuo Xian Wang and hurried away.

...

The Great Wei Imperial City Luojing!

In the palace, the old emperor was critically ill, and the master of the Imperial Hospital continued to prolong the old emperor's life with various ancient medicines.

In the Prince's Mansion, Prince Han Che had a blank expression on his face and listened to his subordinates' reports.

"My second brother, did you promote that confidant today?"

"To reply to His Royal Highness, the second prince promoted General Weiwu as the commander of the imperial guards and took over the palace. He also ordered General Li Houli to lead the national troops."

Prince Han Che was not ordered to be the regent, but the second prince was ordered by Emperor Wei Ming to be the regent.

This order shocked the whole court.

"Where are my brothers?" Prince Han Che said lightly.

The third prince, the sixth prince, and the ninth prince are not easy to deal with, and they will not sit and wait for death.

"Several princes are contacting ministers in the court and generals from all over the country."

"Old man, what do you want to do?" Han Che looked in the direction of the palace.

He couldn't guess why his father did this.

It was originally the prince who was the regent, but this regent didn't fall on him.

The second prince was ordered to be the regent, which made the court turbulent, and many ambitious people began to make moves secretly.

The originally peaceful court became turbulent.

…

"Your Highness, the northern border is in danger. The Huns' 500,000 troops are knocking on the gate and preparing to go south. The border generals have sent more than a dozen letters for help, begging the court to send troops to reinforce." The Minister of War said.

The second prince Han Feiyu waved his hand and said with a sure victory: "This matter is not urgent. I will send General Li to lead the army to reinforce."

The Minister of War wanted to speak again, but was stopped by the Minister of Revenue.

The Minister of Revenue shook his head slightly at him.

The Minister of War Wang Cheng sighed in his heart. He was a power struggle, suppressing dissidents, and promoting his confidants. This second prince was really a success.

It may not be long before his position will be replaced by someone else.

"How is the disaster relief in Jiangning County?" The second prince Han Feiyu asked the Minister of Revenue.

Minister of Revenue Zuo Yan's heart sank. Was he planning to attack him?

"Your Highness, the governor of Jiangnan Prefecture has already opened the warehouse to release grain for disaster relief." Minister of Revenue Zuo Yan answered.

The second prince nodded calmly. It seemed that the governor of Jiangnan Prefecture could not stay.

...

In the prosperous Luojing, under an inconspicuous house, in the basement.

Three figures sat together.

"Third brother, sixth brother, the power of the second brother is getting bigger and bigger now. Many ministers and generals in the court have already leaned towards him. If we don't unite, I'm afraid we will be in great trouble."

"Is there any movement from the eldest brother?"

"The eldest brother is still motionless, and I don't know what he is waiting for."

The second prince was busy suppressing dissidents and placing his own people in important departments in the court. The other princes were busy forming gangs and secretly accumulating strength.

The court of the Wei Dynasty was in turmoil, and the princes were fighting openly and secretly. Everyone seemed to have forgotten that the northern border was now in flames.

…

The war stopped in the evening, the smoke from the beacon fires was gone, and the setting sun was like blood.

The wind in the north of the Great Wall was even stronger.

There was no beautiful scenery of the desert with smoke rising straight up, and the setting sun over the long river.

What there was was swords and blood.

Behind Sheng Huaian, there were fallen bodies.

The broken battle robe, the blood-stained armor, and the face that was chiseled by knives and axes, were full of determination.

A pair of deep black pupils, full of sharpness.

The weak scholar was completely dead.

Now he is the Anning Pass soldier who has killed countless enemies.

The blood-handed butcher-Sheng Huaian!

…

Today's battle ended, and ordinary soldiers were busy treating the wounded and dealing with corpses.

In the end, less than half of the Huns' soldiers retreated.

Half of the soldiers defending the city were also lost.

Now, there are only more than 10,000 soldiers in Anning Pass who can fight.

Yang Ye looked at the Huns' camp outside the pass with a solemn expression.

He knew that the court would not send a large army to support them, as they had no reinforcements.

Before the new heir to the throne came out, the northern border had already been abandoned.

The armies in the interior had become a force for the princes to play with.

…

After getting off the city wall, Sheng Huaian simply washed up and had dinner with the soldiers.

After dinner, they should set off.

The soldiers of the 10th Earl of the Seventh Battalion all chose to brave the grassland like Sheng Huaian.

“Brothers, this trip is dangerous, and you should explain everything that should be explained. Maybe we won’t be able to come back after this trip.” Sheng Huaian said as he looked at the fifty or sixty soldiers who had followed him to fight on the grassland.

“Captain, we joined the army because we had no other way to go. We came to fight for a future. We died on the battlefield and died for a good reason. What’s there to be afraid of!” Tang Yunshan said.

“Yes, what’s there to be afraid of? Either we die in battle or we return with glory.” Hai Dahe also said.

The others also had firm eyes.

"Well, you are worthy of being my soldier. This time, you will either die in battle or return with glory." Sheng Huaian said loudly.

He led his subordinates to the south gate of the city.

General Yang Ye had already brought people here to wait.

"General!"

Sheng Huaian hurried forward to salute.

"You are here!" Yang Ye nodded.

"General, this is your sword." Sheng Huaian took off the black gold sword from his waist and returned it to Yang Ye.

Yang Ye took the black gold sword, stroked the blade, sheathed it, and threw it to Sheng Huaian again.

"Then, give it to you!" Yang Ye said with a smile.

Sheng Huaian was stunned for a moment after receiving the black gold sword. As far as he knew, General Yang Ye had been wearing this sword for many years.

Sun Hao, Zhao Yongan and others behind Yang Ye were also very surprised.

This black gold sword is extraordinary. I didn't expect General Yang Ye to give it to Sheng Huaian.

"Why, you don't want it?"

"No, it's not!" Sheng Huaian was a little flattered.

"It's easier to kill enemies with a handy sword. I hope you can relieve the pressure of Anning Pass. Once the city is broken, countless families will fall under the Xiongnu cavalry." Yang Ye said solemnly.

"I will definitely live up to your trust!" Sheng Huaian hung the black gold sword on his waist.

"This gun was also made for you by me. It's okay and can be used. I hope you can let it drink the blood of the Xiongnu." Yang Ye handed a long spear to Sheng Huaian.

Sheng Huaian took the long spear and felt heavy. This is a good gun.

Yang Ye also equipped Sheng Huaian with a set of armor.

"Here are a thousand elite cavalry, the last of our Anning Pass. Now, I'll hand them over to you. I hope you can lead them to gallop on the grassland and shine."

Sheng Huaian looked at the thousand cavalry. Didn't he say five hundred at the beginning? Why did it increase?

"They are cavalry. They are only good at riding horses to kill the enemy. It's a luxury to use them to defend the city. Let them play their role." Seeing Sheng Huaian's doubts, Yang Ye spoke.

With the increase of five hundred cavalry, the strength has doubled, and Sheng Huaian is full of confidence.

"Get on the horse!"

Sheng Huaian took the lead and rode a white warhorse.

The others also got on the horse in unison.

Yang Ye looked at the cavalry in front of him: "Soldiers, I'll wait for you to triumph and celebrate your success."

"Go to war!"

Sheng Huaian led the cavalry and started to set off.

Including his former subordinates, a total of more than one thousand and sixty cavalry, out of the south gate of Anning Pass

Without any grandiose words, they walked very quietly, like ghosts in the night.

A thousand cavalrymen had to take a detour to bypass the eyes of the Huns' scouts, such as the grassland.

After marching all night, before dawn, a team of cavalrymen entered the endless grassland.

Looking at the vast grassland, Sheng Huaian sighed in his heart, he came again.

This time, he brought a thousand cavalrymen.