Only one hundred eighty thousand returned.
That battle almost broke the backbone of all the Northern Hun nobles.
Broke it to the point where they wouldn't even think of moving the fat to their mouths.
Struck so fiercely that it nearly turned the ferocious wolves into domestic dogs.
Because even thirty years later, that young emperor, whose eyes seemed to burn with an unquenchable desire, still stood poised with his saber at the foot of the sacred mountain under the setting sun, with memories of his scorching gaze crossing time and years, watching over the world.
However, heroes will also eventually grow old, and this they could only believe.
Zhou Hebi was in a trance.
Has that person really grown old...
The Emperor Yuanwu of Great Qin.
As the old man was lost in thought, Wang Anfeng also looked up to see the woman next to Helian Lianyang, who was the subject of everyone's ridicule.
Her appearance was ordinary, seemingly never liking to smile, somewhat stiff, with long hair on her left side adorned with silver bells, while the right side was cut short, wearing a large black robe with cloud sleeves. Her features were the most ordinary compared to those Jianghu heroines and prairie nobles, as stiff as a puppet, yet her brown eyes were radiant.
Her demeanor was leisurely, raising a hand to drink.
She put down the cup.
The corners of her mouth curled, and her otherwise unremarkable face suddenly possessed an imposing majesty, difficult to look at directly.
The girl tilted her head to look at Wang Anfeng, and amidst the laughter, she spoke with firm conviction:
"Yes, it's intentional!"
The ridicule came to an abrupt halt.
As if someone had slapped her face directly, the Hu woman's expression was especially colorful.
Being singled out by the Oiran, such a reprimand and public mockery would be an unbearable humiliation for any woman, yet these words came out justified, with a bold and straightforward demeanor. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel(ꜰ)ire.net
Yes, straightforward and upright.
People's hearts unexpectedly felt that this was how it should be, a realization of course.
So what if she was singled out?
What does it concern you?
Wang Anfeng was astonished.
Those brown eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky.
Helian Pan's smile slightly stiffened, his heart suddenly pounding hard.
The temperature on the July prairie was already cold to begin with.
But at this moment, it was even colder. Suo Yehanyue shook off the frosty robe covering his battle armor, brushing off a layer of white frost, the dark green grass of the prairie coming to an abrupt stop a few miles ahead, as if slashed through, leaving a barren expanse.
The reflected light caused discomfort in his eyes, bringing tears.
He raised his head to gaze at the towering pure white snow mountain ahead.
Only a few elite riders followed behind him, their warhorses snorting softly. He raised the flag, the ink-black banner rolling in the icy wind, the elite wolf riders looking at the white snow mountain shrouded in gloomy clouds, their eyes filled with awe.
The Jade Pot Snow Mountain had always been the most primitive belief on the prairie.
Suo Yehanyue took a deep breath, waved his hand, and uttered a sentence:
The warhorses, which were not tall and could even be called low, were nevertheless able to climb ordinary mountain paths. After Suo Yehanyue led his elite subordinates up for a while, the temperature was drastically different from below, freezing a layer of white frost on the soldiers' eyebrows.
Then a blizzard arose.
In July, when it was still the hot summer in the Central Plains, the snowstorm here had grown so intense that even specially trained warhorses found it impossible to move, forcing everyone to dismount and lead their horses on foot, the blizzard so fierce they could only rely on inner strength and qi mechanism to stubbornly forge ahead.
Apart from Suo Yehanyue, no one could advance anymore.
This great general, who had served in the army for forty years from the life of a serf, left his subordinates behind and walked step by step upward.
The storm howled on the mountain, the cold so intense it could easily freeze a robust martial artist to death. At this time, even boiling oil would lose all its heat and solidify into ice within moments.
The armor on his body had become ice-cold, the sword almost frozen in the scabbard.
The surrounding wind and snow seemed like coiled dragons.
Clouds swirled around.
After an unknown amount of time, finally, a flat stone platform came into view. Suo Yehanyue removed his sword and respectfully stood up.
With both hands, he took out a token from his bosom, held it in his palms, raised it high, and spoke loudly, his voice drowned by the howling wind and snow, spreading not far, then bowed his head.
In the wind and snow, a person walked over.
PS: Here's today's update...
Word count is a bit on the lower side~ 4600 words