1021: Dominating the North (1)

The point of the blade is invincible.

Following Jiang Pengji's order, the imposing army launched a powerful attack towards the city wall.

Northern Xinjiang is a nomadic people, and the vast grassland is the stage for them to dominate.

Although the royal city was built following the example of the Han family in the Central Plains, the defensive capabilities of this royal city are simply not up to the standards that a "capital city" should have.

The bean curd project encountered a ferocious siege master, and it was not surprising that Beijiang retreated steadily.

Even though they occupied the terrain of the city wall, they couldn't hold on for long.

The city wall was scrapped under the crazy bombing of the catapults, and the guards on the city gate couldn't stand the waves of arrows from below the city.

Only a quarter of an hour later, the gates of the Northern King's City were lost. Jiang Pengji led an army to climb up the city wall and opened four gates.

"Report—on behalf of the king, the willow thief has broken through the city gate—leading troops to attack the imperial court—"

"Report—the willow thief led his troops to attack the imperial court, and a gate was lost—"

"Report--"

Bad news came to my ears one after another. The sixth prince was wearing the "Dragon Robe" that is only qualified to be worn by the King of Northern Xinjiang, and sat on the throne in a daze. He stared straight ahead, as if waiting for someone.

The courtiers did not know when to disperse, and a large number of maids packed up their belongings in a panic and prepared to flee for their lives.

Everyone only cares about themselves, how can they care about others?

The enemy's killing cries were getting closer and closer. The eldest prince and the fifth prince who had no time to escape put on their armor and led the remnant soldiers to make a final resistance.

Seeing that the imperial court was about to fall, the sixth prince seemed to have sensed it, and finally came back to his senses, his pale and tired face added a bit of madness.

He got up from the throne, walked down the steps slowly, and poured the candle oil prepared earlier in the morning all over the tent and the luxurious tassels used for decoration.

The Sixth Prince murmured ferociously.

"Gu——will always be the king of northern Xinjiang—"

With a wave of his hand, he knocked over the bronze lamp of Nine Dragon Opera Pearls used for lighting in the tent. The flames that fell were stained with lamp oil, and the fire spread rapidly.

He also poured lamp oil on his clothes, and he turned into a burning man in a short while.

Burning, the sixth prince uncontrollably screamed like a ghost being tortured.

The cry was so shrill that anyone would feel horrified when they heard it.

After a fierce battle, the eldest prince and the fifth prince have turned into blood men.

There were wounds all over their bodies, and they were dying.

But no matter how they killed or broke through, the enemies seemed to be endless, forcing them to retreat steadily.

"Emperor, the imperial court—" From the corner of the eye, seeing the raging fire in the direction of the imperial court, the eldest prince was horrified, "The sixth son——"

He thought that according to the temperament of the sixth prince, he should lead the crowd to beg for mercy from the enemy, but he didn't expect that he chose to set fire to himself.

The eldest prince is distracted, but his enemy is not.

Facing the siege of more than a dozen soldiers armed with spears, they had no power to resist.

puff--

Puff--

There was a sound of the gun head piercing into the flesh and blood.

The eldest prince and the fifth prince were back to back, with spears stuck in front of them, blood holes all over their bodies, scarlet blood gurgling.

Swallowing their last breath, they closed their eyes unwillingly, taking away their last nostalgia for the world.

Jiang Pengji spent the night studying the topographic map of the royal city in northern Xinjiang to find out the mansions of various dignitaries.

After capturing the royal city, she immediately sent people to surround these places to intercept the northern Xinjiang nobles who were trying to escape.

People can die, but their property must stay.

Climbing up the dilapidated city wall, Qi Guanrang narrowed his eyes slightly, with a look in his eyes that others couldn't figure out.

"Growing up so big, Jean never thought that one day he would be able to climb this city wall and overlook the once arrogant and invincible northern Xinjiang."

Qi Guan squeezed the feather fan tightly with the hand in his sleeve, only in this way can he restrain his urge to vent out of control.

Beijiang is a boulder weighing on his heart, and when he thinks about it occasionally, he always feels out of breath.

Now that it has been completely trampled under its feet, and looking back, the northern border that used to be like a mountain doesn't seem to be very good.

Jiang Pengji had many ministers under his tent, and his background and social status were only slightly higher than Xu Ke's.

He is the son of a Han woman and a northern Xinjiang horse bandit, and he was born as a dirty bastard.

The Han people despised him, and northern Xinjiang could not tolerate him. If he hadn't had a good brain and a more careful mind than others, how could he grow up safely?

In the end, Qi Guanrang still favored the Central Plains.

Because of the permissive mother, the persevering teacher, the loving wife, the charming and lovely daughter... Qi Guanrang chose his own position, and the existence of Beijiang became a thorn in his heart, reminding him all the time—— That unbearable background.

"There will be no more Northern Xinjiang in the future."

Wei Ci saw Qi Guan Rang secretly climbing up the city wall, fearing that something would happen to him, he quietly followed and stared.

When Qi Guanrang heard Wei Ci's voice, his expression was not surprised. He didn't answer Wei Ci's statement directly, but just said lightly, "As long as Northern Xinjiang is still there, there will always be new herdsmen—they will become new herdsmen. Northern Xinjiang—"

The key to the barbaric bloodthirsty in northern Xinjiang has never been blood.

Even if the Han people lived in northern Xinjiang, they had to adapt to the environment here and were gradually transformed into nomadic people who galloped on horses.

If this point is not fundamentally changed, maybe hundreds of years later there will be a new northern border that invades the people of the Central Plains.

"My lord, why doesn't she know this?" Wei Ci raised his lips with a slight smile, and said, "She knows it well."

Qi Guan squinted his eyes, his peripheral vision fell on Wei Ci, his eyes sparkled, as if he was looking at something.

After a long while, he said, "Is it she who knows it, or you who know it?"

Wei Ci's heart skipped a beat, and he said calmly, "What does Wen Zheng mean?"

Qi Guan clasped his hands in his sleeves, looking peaceful, the corners of his lips raised slightly, but the raised arc didn't have any warmth.

He said, "The lord will always be the lord. If someone finds out that you have disobedience, Wei Zixiao—you and I will have a fight."

Wei Ci suddenly remembered the meteorite warning in his previous life, and seeing Qi Guanrang's expressionless expression, he vaguely understood something.

"There is no one in the world who is more loyal to her than Ci."

Qi Guan let the tip of his nose hum lightly, noncommittal.

Although Wei Ci is a kind person, Qi Guan is very suspicious, he keeps a certain distance from everyone except his family and the lord.

There is one thing that Qi Guanrang has not figured out until now.

For what purpose did Wei Ci join the lord?

In the beginning, there were only him and Xu Ke under the lord's account. Needless to say, Feng Jin had to join because of the earthquake in Shangjing.

Back then, the lord was poor and without a reputation, how could he attract Wei Ci to join her from thousands of miles away?

Because he couldn't figure it out, Qi Guanrang's doubts about Wei Ci have not let go until now.

The two went down the city wall, and the shouts of killing in the city had gradually subsided, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

Qi Guan made up his mind and regained his usual composure.

However, when he saw his lord Sitting on top of boxes of gold, silver and jewels, his expression suddenly cracked and he couldn't calm down.