In June, the temperature in the Northern Frontier is still far from comparable to Great Qin.
The air is filled with a chill, and the glacier spreading down from the snow mountain has receded to the mountainside. However, the remaining part remains unchanged, and further up, it is still an icy world. The temperature above is much colder than below, and in the far north, there are other countries.
Those countries lie between the Western Regions and the Northern Frontier, with nothing but cold throughout the year.
More than twenty years ago, the military might of Great Qin galloped freely on that cold and hard land; the red cloak behind the Qin Armor once burned like flames.
On this side of the snow mountain, the Xiongnu Tribe's Ying Yang Iron Cavalry constantly swept back and forth.
Accompanied by the sound of hooves, the banner, resembling a gray cloud, traversed most of the territory of the Northern Frontier. Heavy horse hooves pounded on the damp grassland, leaving shallow puddles that were later trampled by the iron cavalry, pressing the grass roots deep into the ground.
Search the whole area for Wang Anfeng of Divine Martial Mansion, kill without mercy.
This is the order of the Khan King of the Xiongnu Golden Tent, known throughout the world, everyone knows that this time, the usually lenient king has ignited with thunderous anger.
The most favored Great Prince knelt outside the royal tent for a full day and night, which already lets everyone understand the king's fury.
After all, although the king is wise and divine, he does not have many offspring, only seven sons, which is frankly not many among the nobility of Northern Huns. Two of the sons have already died of illness, the remaining sons lack the king's demeanor and manner, all are brave and belligerent, at most serving as Fighting Generals.
The youngest, the Seventh Prince Helian Zhizhi, does not possess such recklessness and is favored by several Great Nobility. However, two or three years ago, he died amid chaos in the Kingdom of Che Shi, alongside the branch of Tuoba, and the accompanying Fifth Rank Famous General also died under the Tuoba clan's blade during that turmoil.
The matter was overly complicated, and the time gap too distant, many are unclear about the circumstances of the incident.
It seems that years ago, the Seventh Prince forced Tuoba clan's noble lady, Tuoba Yue, intending to take her as a concubine, which angered the Tuoba clan, acting as Protector General of the Kingdom of Che Shi, resulting in the prince's death, and even the commanding general could not escape death, having his head severed in a formation.
It is rumored that the young elite general of Great Qin, Baili Feng, was vaguely involved in this matter.
But such things can't be pursued any further. That noble lady has since entered politics, her uncle is a Protector General, and she herself seems to have had a fortunate encounter in Great Qin, possessing a peak Seventh Rank cultivation, naturally, no one dares to touch her.
Now, she is executing her knowledge in the Kingdom of Che Shi, implementing laws and rituals, agriculture and weaving machines, with elegance and authority, of lofty purity. The nobles in the Kingdom of Che Shi all regard her with respect and self-reproach, not daring any inappropriate thoughts, extremely revered, and is faintly the leader of the younger generation in Kingdom of Che Shi, and even in several surrounding countries.
As for the Great Qin general who appeared in that incident.
Gesang Zhahan recalled that name and felt some pain in his shoulder. He was now wearing close-fitting leather armor with an outer layer of chainmail, looking formidable, but he knew that beneath the armor, from his right shoulder to his back, and lower back, a hideous and terrifying wound still remained, yet to fade, still on his body.
Moreover, in the foreseeable future, this wound would accompany him always.
Among the countries of the world, only Great Qin's Mo Blade can leave such a terrifying wound after breaking through armor and Qi.
There has been no major war between Great Qin and the Xiongnu Tribe in decades, but border friction has never ceased. That was some months ago, during a routine border hunt.
He encountered a troop during a frontal charge, and only that one man charged at the front, meeting the oncoming momentum, breaking the formation with a Mo Blade from the front, a single strike cleaving a Black Iron Heavy Armor warhorse weighing over five thousand pounds in two. If not for his attendants desperately crashing him out, he would have been sliced from the waist...
Under the Mo Blade of Great Qin, man and horse alike are torn apart.
The cavalry he led later fell into a trap and were all annihilated. He had never suffered such a loss, so he remembered that name very clearly. Lying on the bed for more than half a month, he deeply pondered it daily, each recollection saturated with resentment.
Fufeng Academy disciple, with the character Qing Cang personally bestowed by the Protectorate General of Great Qin's Northern Region.
Baili Feng, Baili Qing Cang.
Twenty-four years old.
Belonging to the Protectorate General of Great Qin's Northern Region, a Proper Sixth Rank Break Qi General, leading one thousand Tiger Leopard Spear Cavalry Army.
He is a formidable general.
His strategy is not bad either, but compared to his bravery in single-handedly charging a formation, it is nothing much.
Although unwilling to admit it, in his heart, that day when a lone rider charged dozens of zhang into the great formation, striking down, and splitting man and horse under the Mo Blade, has left a heavy shadow in his heart, lingering and long-lasting, sometimes returning to his dreams at midnight, with the cold blade light before his eyes.
Gesang Zhahan, heavy-hearted, raised his hand to let the Ying Yang Cavalry behind him pause for a break, allowing the mounts to eat, lifting his faceplate, looking at the grassland ahead. Heading south, further south would reach the buffer zone between Northern Huns and Qin State, crossing those small countries, would be the Qin State. For origınal chapters go to novel✦fire.net
The purpose of these Ying Yang Cavalry, rather than searching and forcing, is more like sealing off, probing.
To discover traces of that man on the grassland.
The previous day, a heavy rain poured over the grassland, and they still charged in the rain, searching the grassland. Drawing knives from sheaths filled with rainwater with the smell of rusted iron, no one dared utter a word of complaint. The last time when Seventh Prince died, the king was not so furious.