Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

It was snowing outside the Great Wall.

It was just a moment, and the sky, which had been clear just now, suddenly fell with heavy snowflakes, which seemed to be endless.

The tents standing in the snowfield camp were lifted.

The cavalry in black armor entered the camp against the wind and snow. The coldness of holding weapons on the battlefield has faded, and now they are talking and laughing, rubbing their hands and stomping their feet, and they have gathered around the brazier in the center of the tent to keep warm.

The main account was opened.

The deputy general Mu Yuanlong who was left behind in the account immediately got up and saluted: "His Royal Highness."

The prince, who was all white, nodded lightly, and went straight to the sand table even after saying hello.

"The leader of the Yu Kingdom's army is indeed Lord Wu'an, who has returned to the rivers and lakes."

This kind of siege battle is in the open plain, and the opponent is already prepared, obviously it can't be taken with thunder speed sneak attack.

What's more, the guards are still well-known veterans in the Great Wilderness. In terms of seniority, the large and small battles they have fought may be more than double that of Zongluo and Yu Beizhou combined.

If nothing else, this battle will be a long tug of war.

Mu Yuanlong knew that His Highness did not like to play saws. It's not that there have been similar offensive and defensive battles before, and they all used clever tricks or night attacks to quickly beat the enemy by surprise.

If it drags on for a long time, this kind of remote place with severe and extremely cold weather will also be a torment for the logistics of transporting grain and grass. And although His Highness doesn't say it on the surface... He has always cared about the people, even the most ordinary soldiers, and he doesn't want them to be too tired.

It's just that His Highness never said it, and his subordinates didn't mention it, but they knew each other well.

However, Your Highness is now...

Mu Yuanlong lowered his head and quietly raised his eyes to see.

In front of the map, the back of the prince in white looks like pines and cypresses in a cold mountain.

The long hair that seemed to flow was scattered, and the mountains and rivers fell like cold waterfalls, which was shocking.

His profile is as indifferent as jade, still as noble and gentle as before, but deep down there is a kind of numbness that everything is indifferent.

About a month ago, the Third Highness resigned from the imperial city overnight and led troops to the Yu Kingdom.

Obviously before that, Mu Yuanlong heard from His Majesty that he would let His Royal Highness rest for a while, and then come out to lead the troops after his eyes have completely recovered.

But the attitude of the Third Highness was surprisingly tough.

In the end, it was the medical sage who interceded with His Majesty, saying that the elixir belongs to the yang, and the effect is so immediate. The Yu Kingdom was located just north of the Great Wall, and the climate was colder, so it might be good for the health of the Third Prince to bring troops there.

After a lot of intercession, the sage reluctantly agreed.

Agree means agree, go back and reinforce the newly developed black iron equipment for Xuanqi again, and adjust the newly deployed logistics force.

On the day the third prince left the capital, almost all the people in the city came.

His Majesty's imperial carriage drove directly from the palace to ten miles outside the imperial city. In the past, even if he saw him off, he had never seen such a battle, and he simply made no secret of his love for the third prince.

Not to mention the prince who participated in the seizure of the heir, even the people in Beijing and court officials were shocked and couldn't believe it. After he sacrificed his life for the country at Hangu Pass, the third prince seemed to have really won the favor. His Majesty first ordered to seek medical treatment, and then stayed in Yuchun Palace. Now that he is so powerful, he simply wrote "I am extremely satisfied with this prince" on his face.

The position of the crown prince, presumably after the witch sacrifice ceremony, is also a certainty.

The courtiers who were truly loyal to Emperor Yuan were silent one after another, watching the courtiers of the aristocratic family jump up and down like grass on the wall. They were the ones who said that the third prince was not favored back then, but now it is they who said that the third prince should be the crown prince. After all the words have been told to these people, how can it be so.

The Xuanqi members were even more delighted.

His Highness's hard work over the years has been seen by his brothers, and he also knows that His Highness has a deep admiration for His Majesty. Whenever he was fighting outside, as long as there was an urgent report from the imperial city, no matter what he was doing, His Highness would immediately put down his work. What's more, he has been defending his home and country all year round, expanding his territory, and being loyal.

Everything seems to be moving in the right direction.

Only Mu Yuanlong, who had been following His Highness all the time, could see that His Highness seemed to have something wrong in his emotions. Even if he smiled, it was a reluctant smile to appease others, and he kept the deeper things for himself. When he was in the imperial city, he could still use superhuman willpower to suppress it, but after leading troops out of the city, this abnormality could no longer be suppressed.

So the whole army watched helplessly. After leaving the imperial city, His Highness's hair faded and turned white day by day, and when he arrived at the frontier a month later, his long hair like splashing ink turned into pure white like snow.

Even His Highness was still as handsome and gentle as before, with a smile on his lips. But as long as anyone who is familiar with it can see that the light in His Highness's eyes is extinguished and dim, the whole person seems to be numb. Can be seen for a long time.

After that empty time, His Royal Highness plunged into the busy military affairs. Every day compresses time to hurry, and when I have free time, I survey and map on the map and discuss the detailed plan of the operation.

The whole army was worried about His Highness's white hair, but His Highness only said lightly that it might be the effect of the elixir, so that everyone didn't have to worry too much.

Mu Yuanlong did not dare to ask.

From ancient times to the present, the thing of one night's white head only exists in the classics, and it cannot be accomplished without great joy, great compassion, great enlightenment.

In Mu Yuanlong's eyes, His Highness is an insurmountable mountain, with a heavy anchor, a gentle, incomparably strong powerhouse.

Yes, strong.

Not only is the martial arts superb, but also the heart.

On the first day of practicing martial arts, Lord Mu Jiahou told Mu Yuanlong that what is more difficult to achieve than force is the heart of a strong man. Martial arts can rely on martial arts and ten years of hard training, but the heart can only become stronger when it has experienced thousands of sails in the world.

Even Mu Laohou has to admit: "The third prince is a stable and mature man, and he does have a strong heart. This age is really rare."

Mu Yuanlong didn't even dare to think about it, how could such a gentle and powerful His Royal Highness become whiteheads overnight?

"...What are you dazed about?"

Just as he was stunned, the sound of falling like broken jade came from not far away.

Mu Yuanlong suddenly jolted and looked ashamed: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, my subordinates are distracted."

Zong Luo glanced at him: "Hurry up and adjust the state, it is not an imperial city now. What you are stepping on is the territory of the great abyss, the frozen soil of war. If you are in such a trance state, if you are in front of the battle, it is enough for the enemy to kill. How can you protect your soldiers and the people behind you a hundred times?"

The words were neither light nor serious, but Mu Yuanlong's face turned red.

He stood on the spot and knelt down on one knee: "Yes!"

The prince in white was noncommittal and continued to turn his attention to the map in front of him.

There are detailed plans for frontier defense and force distribution, and the route for transporting grain and grass in the rear is also marked.

The imperial city was a long way from the frontier, but Zong Luo abruptly shortened it to within a month and arrived with a swift horse and whip. It would take another half a month for the army to be transferred one after another.

In other words, they are advance troops. Going to the gate of the poor today is just like a greeting from the generals of both sides. This is the customary etiquette of all countries. Although the soldiers will meet soon, the rules left before the collapse of the previous court ceremony are still in use. Especially in the face of such a highly respected general as Wu Anjun, Zong Luo admired him from the bottom of his heart.

What's more... with the memory of the previous life, Zongluo already knew the outcome of this battle.

King Yu was greedy for life and feared death, and was timid and afraid of things.

On the one hand, he is greedy for glory and wealth, and does not hesitate to use the most sinister mind to try to figure out Wu Anjun, who is a young man of high virtue.

In the previous life, when the Iron Cavalry of Dayuan drove to the gate of Hanmen, King Yu was in a hurry and ordered messengers to come.

What is even more outrageous is that, in order to show loyalty to the Dayuan Iron Cavalry, when Dayuan did not make any demands, King Yu listened to the slanderous words of the traitor and ordered the death of Lord Wu'an.

A generation of veterans, serving the country and the people, are loyal and loyal. They did not shed the last drop of blood on the battlefield, but died at the hands of their loyal monarchs. How sad and ridiculous!

Zongluo invited soldiers to come here, not because he knew that this was a sure-fire victory. It's because... this front is the farthest from the imperial city, and it comes back and forth, and when I go back next time... it happens to be the witch sacrifice ceremony where Xia and Autumn meet.

For the witch sacrifice ceremony, as a prince, he naturally had to return to Beijing.

Even the status of this prince is just a joke.

Yes, joke.

The things that the poorest have pursued in his two lifetimes are nothing but water moon mirror flowers, a piece of paper.

Zongluo knew that he couldn't think about it anymore, if he thought about it again, he might collapse.

For the first time in his life, he chose to escape and left the imperial city as if fleeing, paralyzing himself with heavy military affairs.

However, there are some things that he doesn't want, and the pain can be washed away and rid of.

A full head of gray hair is the best evidence.

When people are in the most pain, they can't make a sound.

The alpha wolf in the snowfield always died silently, and he was the proudest among the pack of wolves until his death.

Zong Luo said in a low voice, "...review the battle ideas again."

Mu Yuanlong brought the charcoal pen and was about to speak, when a messenger came to report: "Report to Your Highness, Your Majesty has spoken to the Imperial City!"

Hearing the word "Your Majesty", the prince in white couldn't help shaking his hand.

Fortunately, the people in the camp were all focused on the military newspaper and didn't notice this little change.

The military report was written by Emperor Yuan in his own hand. The familiar arrogance and arrogance penetrated the back of the paper, folded horizontally and vertically, and every turning point was so powerful.

This is an ordinary military newspaper.

Just when everyone thought this was all, the messenger stepped forward and held the other box over his head: "Three Highness, this is something that Your Majesty specifically gave to you."

The drooping eyelashes of the prince in white fluttered slightly, and he took the box.

He opened it gently.

Inside was only a sword and a piece of clothing woven from gold thread.

Seeing this dress, Zong Luo's pupils shrank suddenly, and the complexity and pain in his heart almost drowned him.

Mu Yuanlong exclaimed: "Golden silk soft armor!"

Those who marched memorized the weapon spectrum, and naturally knew this kind of illustrious armor.

For decades, the golden silk soft armor has almost disappeared in the Great Wilderness.

There is no need to say where this golden silk soft armor came from.

Not to mention... Zhan Lu placed aside.

This was clearly the sword that Zong Luo deliberately did not take away from Yuchun Palace before he left.

Because he doesn't deserve it.

He has long been unworthy to pick up this sword.