The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Chapter 852: The Northern Wing King's Division is Here

Emperor Mingde refused to allow the tribe to send troops for several reasons.

First of all, recovering lost territory is an internal affair of the Northern Wing. If external forces are allowed to intervene, it may undermine the dignity of the court and complicate the situation and make it difficult to control.

Second, although the surrounding tribes appear to be submissive, their intentions are unpredictable. If they are allowed to join the war, they may be difficult to control after the war, and may even become the host, threatening the stability of the northern border.

Third, Emperor Mingde knew the will of the people, and recovering the lost territory had been the long-cherished wish of the people of the northern wing. If he relied on external forces, he might lose the support of the people and it would be difficult to rally the strength of the whole country.

As for the fourth one, he was naturally confident. He was the emperor of Beiyi, leading the army in person, with a son-in-law at his side, and thousands of passionate men in Beiyi, so why should he worry about not accomplishing his mission?

The tribal leaders were just trying to express their stance, and they were happy to be rejected. Who wants to live a good life and go through life and death?

It really happened! King Wazhen of the Vina tribe really wanted to kill the Wan people in order to avenge his personal grudge and wipe out his previous shame. So he told his parents and tribesmen that he was going to the capital to see his sister, and he went to the North Wing military camp alone and became a soldier in front of the emperor.

He is half Northern Wing and looks like his mother. Apart from being tall and strong, he is not particularly eye-catching.

It is now July, and the Northern Wing King's army is camped outside Guicheng.

Guicheng was lost by the previous emperor's predecessor, nearly a hundred years ago. However, during these hundred years, the emperors of Beiyi had no intention of recovering the lost territory, allowing it to fall into the hands of Wan.

Some were weak and unable to fight, while others were content with the status quo and unwilling to see another war. The people of Guicheng lived in misery under the rule of a foreign race and led an extremely difficult life.

The people's hearts turned to the north wing, but year after year, hope gradually faded. It was not until Emperor Mingde led the army in person to recover the lost territory that the dead hearts of the people in Guicheng finally came back to life.

The great victories at Zhuonan River and Jundong Mountain ignited the passion of the people of Guicheng and also pushed the wrath of the emperor of Wan to its peak.

If they can’t defeat the Northern Wing Army, can they still overwhelm the people of Guicheng?

In May, the State of Wan decided to massacre the city to vent its anger.

But how could it be so easy to slaughter people in Guicheng today?

The book "The Northern Wing Emperor Guards the National Gate" had long been secretly sent to the lost land and circulated among the people.

They are saved! Emperor Mingde has personally brought the Northern Wing Royal Division to rescue them!

Hold on a little longer, and dawn will come after the darkness.

The people of Guicheng, who could be trampled on at will in the past, from Mr. White-browed to little children, all had their blood awakened and rose up in resistance, resulting in a standoff.

The Wan people didn't gain any advantage at all.

On this day, Cen Yuan sent Tang Xinghe and Ma Chuyang with a few elite vanguard soldiers to split up into small groups and disguise themselves as civilians to enter the city to spy on the situation.

The two took the order and left.

After Tang Xinghe and Ma Chuyang quietly entered the city, they saw that there was panic in Guicheng, the Wan State garrison was on high alert, and there were endless patrolling soldiers in the streets.

Tang Xinghe had just found out that the governor of Guicheng was Wu Le, a military general from the State of Wan.

This person is cruel and inhumane, killing innocent people indiscriminately.

He originally thought that massacring the city was a very simple matter, but after several days, there was no progress. Not only that, he now dared not walk freely in the city, fearing that he would be shot in the throat by the archers of the North Wing.

This gave the people of Guicheng a chance to catch their breath.

Wu Le was waiting for reinforcements from the State of Wan.

Tang Xinghe said to Ma Chuyang, "Waiting for reinforcements is just a dream. Let's not attack Guicheng first, let's go directly to attack the reinforcements."

Ma Chuyang nodded vigorously, "I think it's okay. Kill those damn Wan people!"

Tang Xinghe glanced at him and felt that his friend with red lips and white teeth had become different.

This is also good. He patted Ma Chuyang on the shoulder and said, "Follow me closely, don't get lost."

Ma Chuyang was no longer the Ma Chuyang who liked to put his arm around her shoulders. After being exposed to the wind and sun, not only was his skin darkened and cracked, but it was also covered with scars.

What was even more striking was that he was now able to stand up straight. Even though he was dressed in rags, he still looked incredibly heroic.

Tang Xinghe had to remind him, "You are hunched over. Why can't you show your handsomeness?"

Ma Chuyang hurriedly said "Oh" and deliberately arched his back, making him shorter.

The two of them walked through several streets and alleys and saw a dilapidated platform.

The high platform was crowded with people.

An old gentleman with white eyebrows stood on the high platform. He was skinny and coughed constantly, but he used all his strength to speak loudly, "Fellow villagers of Guicheng! The Wan Kingdom is tyrannical and unjust, treating our people like grass. The policy of massacring the city is intolerable! But how can the people of Guicheng be slaughtered at will? The Emperor Mingde of Beiyi is benevolent and virtuous, and the royal army has arrived. We only need to wait patiently, and we will return to the embrace of Beiyi!"

The audience responded with a surging voice, "Long live the Northern Wing! Long live our emperor!"

Just when everyone was excited, the sound of horse hooves was heard and something unexpected happened.

A group of people came from the Wan State government. The leader pointed at the white-browed old man on the stage and shouted, "Catch him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Wan man swung his sword at the onlookers.

But the next moment, an arrow shot out from the crowd.

No, it should be two.

One arrow came from Tang Xinghe, and the other from Ma Chuyang. Both were shot from the small crossbow hidden in the sleeve.

Tang Xinghe's arrow went straight into the leader's throat, and Ma Chuyang's arrow hit him right between the eyebrows.

Up and down, blood spurted out.

The people of Wan were frightened and dared not move rashly.

The vanguard troops led by Tang Xinghe and Ma Chuyang were hiding among the people. Seeing this, they protected the people and retreated.

The leader fell off his horse immediately. Seeing that the situation was not good, the others turned around and fled in panic, while others became even more crazy and rushed forward with swords in hand.

Tang Xinghe shouted, "Form a formation!"

The vanguard quickly assembled and stood in their respective positions, remaining calm in the face of danger. Although there were only eight people in the team, they were like a solid wall, firmly blocking the people.

At the same time, the formation formulas were frequently used and the formations changed unpredictably.

He has the momentum of one man guarding the pass and ten thousand men unable to break through.

Everyone has a small crossbow in hand and can shoot accurately.

The people of Wan fell to the ground wailing.

Tang Xinghe snatched the sword from the Wan man's hand like a ghost, swung it at him, and blood splattered everywhere.

Use your knife to kill your people.

Everyone followed the example of the pioneer soldiers.

Knife up and down.

The people were so stunned that they forgot to retreat.

It was the first time for Tang Xinghe and Ma Chuyang to kill someone at close range. The last time was in the capital, when they killed an enemy from a distance with arrows.

After returning that time, both of them were still shaking in their hands for at least half a month.

This time, the big knife chopped at the flesh, making a dull tearing sound in the ears, deafening.

The warm blood splattered all over their faces and bodies, and the fishy smell was so strong that they almost felt nauseous.

But they must swing the knife.

They wanted to let the people know that the Northern Wing Royal Army was coming.

The enemies of Wan State are not strong!

We must also let the people of Wan know: your doomsday has come!

The boy is no longer the boy of yesterday. He is no longer the kind of man who has to shout slogans before taking action.

The fighting spirit surged and burned in my chest.

Fight, fight, fight! Speak with your sword, not your mouth!

Every swing of the sword expresses hatred towards the State of Wan.

Occupy my land and abuse my people!

I will make you pay back a thousandfold! Tang Xinghe raised his hand and wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve, his eyes as cold as iron.

He picked up the blood-stained long knife, with blood still dripping from the tip of the knife.

He slowly pointed at the remaining Wan soldiers, his voice as cold as ice, "The Northern Wing Royal Army is here! Who else wants to give it a try?"

The Wan soldiers were frightened by his momentum and retreated one after another. No one dared to take another step forward.

The Wan people fled.

Tang Xinghe withdrew his troops and stopped chasing. There were only eight of them, but they had to protect hundreds and thousands of people.

The boy has finally matured, knows when to advance and when to retreat, and is no longer frivolous.