Summer on the grassland is the most beautiful time.

Pure white clouds float on the blue sky, green grass and flowers blooming, making it easy to create a beautiful picture of color.

At that time, the herd of cattle, sheep and horses were chasing the plump water plants and growing fat and strong.

When autumn comes, the grass wither is withered and winter is approaching, and there will inevitably be a fight for survival on the grassland, life and death, and no negotiation will be made.

If the situation is worse, the nobles of Changsheng City will turn their attention to the prosperous world in the south, command the horse's hooves on the grassland, stomp the tranquility and prosperity of the Southern Dynasty, and use bows and arrows and scimitars to harvest wealth that is enough to maintain the stability of the grassland.

Therefore, the name Qiu'an has a different meaning for the grassland.

The outside of Qiu'an City is wide, and there are two thousand soldiers in an array at this moment.

One thousand five hundred Murong Cheng's private soldiers, five hundred city defense soldiers.

A general platform was set up at the core of the military formation.

Duan Jing, the original Qiu'an City Lord, was sitting respectfully at the bottom of the Dianchang platform, with half of his butt hanging in the air, with a restrained expression.

On the chair in the middle of the station, there was a fierce man sitting on the big golden sword. He was in his forties and was powerful. He was exactly what Murong Cheng mentioned, Balie, who had just taken office as the lord of Qiu'an City a few days ago.

Duan Jing was not dissatisfied with his treatment at all. Not to mention that General Ba was a confidant of Murong Dayu Yue, even the 1,500 imposing cavalry brought by General Ba could make him kneel down to greet him.

Smart people should be good at finding favorable ways out of unfavorable situations.

Duan Jing was a smart man. When the General's Mansion was at its peak, he was a loyal fan of the General's Mansion. When the General's Mansion disappeared, he was the most dedicated among the people who pushed him.

Although Balie's arrival made him lose his precious position as the city lord, if he could take this opportunity to join the Murong family, then Duan Jing would be able to walk sideways in Youyunzhou again.

As for His Highness Jing, haha, look at the majestic team in front of you. I heard that His Highness only brought a thousand Qi Xuewei. Even if he gritted his teeth and ate this Qiu'an City, which city will he be consumed in the next one?

Third or fourth?

Therefore, Duan Jing easily stood in the team.

Balie sat quietly on the chair, and he was as optimistic as Duan Jing.

Although the head of the Murong family once made it clear before leaving that even if he fought all these 1,500 cavalrymen, it would be no big deal. As long as he could consume the Qi Xue Wei under King Jing's subordinates, it would be a great achievement.

But Balie is more radical.

He not only wanted to defend Qiu'an City, but also cut off King Jing's head, put the last nail on the destruction of the general's mansion, and there was no chance of overturning the case.

The shame of being expelled from the army back then is today and needs to be completely washed away.

His confidence not only comes from the elite below, but also from his cultivation level in Tongxuan Realm, and also from the top-grade offering of Zhiming Realm that the head of the family has been hiding in the dark and specially assigned by the head of the family.

He listened quietly to the scouts, King Jing's troops were fifty miles away from the city, thirty miles, twenty miles, and ten miles.

Then he stood up suddenly, and as he stood up, the cavalry instantly pulled out the scimitar in his hands, held it high towards the sky, and made a neat and shocking cry!

Duan Jing looked at the scimitar in the sun, shaking in the light, blood churning, and dizzy.

The distance of ten miles, the slightly undulating terrain blocked the sight, but could not block the sound.

Yelu Jincai was shocked and looked at Pei Zhen, "Your Highness, King Jing, we need to prepare for battle."

Pei Zhen looked as usual, "General Yelu, you will take Qixuewei's brothers, wait here, Mr. Cui and I will go there, fireworks are the number, and fireworks are together, you must lead the troops to Qiu'an City at full speed."

"No!" Yelu Jincai subconsciously blurted out, then looked at Cui Xian and Chi Xuance's sudden bad expressions and explained: "Your Highness Jing, we are ordered to come to protect you. How can you make you alone and risk your life!"

Pei Zhen looked at the solemn and neat Qi Xuewei and smiled slightly, looking at Yelu Jincai, "This is an order. You should remember that Qi Xuewei's most important quality is obedience."

He looked at Yelu Jincai's still unwilling expression, "You must remember one more thing. If you follow me, I will regard you as my confidant and direct descendant of Xue Zhen's family. I will not call you a lonely person in front of you."

"I want you to enjoy your happiness, not to die!"

After saying that, Pei Zhen waved his whip and rushed out first, Cui Xian, Chi Xuance and Fu Tianqi followed closely.

Yelu Jincai sat on the horse blankly, and the words of Pei Zhen just now echoed in his mind for a long time.

Everyone who was waiting for the battle under Qiu'an City watched the lonely four horses rush out of the horizon, their eyes widened and felt something unbelievable.

The horse's hooves crossed ten miles as if only in a moment, Pei Zhen looked at the army horses that had left the city to form a formation and smiled contemptuously.

You don’t even have the courage to let us enter the city. You will definitely lose this battle!

"The arrival of King Jing, where is the Lord of Qiu'an?"

Chi Xuance used his true energy and shouted loudly!

The voice clearly reached the ears of every soldier present, which was shocking.

"A little trick!"

Balie snorted lightly and then said loudly: "Balie Qiu'an City Lord welcomes His Highness Jing and asks His Highness to enter the camp to rest."

The last "rest", he increased his true energy, which made the ordinary soldiers present buzz their ears, but their expressions quickly calmed down. Yes, our General Ba is also a cultivator, what are you afraid of!

Beiyuan's military and political affairs were already loose, and the real official troops were only a few of them, including the Qixue Wei, the Blizzard Wolf Cavalry, etc.

The hundreds of thousands of troops that had been expeditioning south in the past were actually like this. These Murong family soldiers were just coalition forces of various families and ethnic groups, but were nominally under the jurisdiction and command of Emperor Yuan.

Therefore, these soldiers did not have the natural fear and respect for a prince of the Abyss Emperor.

Hearing Balie's arrogant words and actions, a hint of anger appeared on the faces of the three people behind Pei Zhen, and Pei Zhen himself looked calm.

He gently pinched the horse's belly and beat the horse into the camp.

The sunlight was jumping on the bright scimitar, dazzling.

Pei Zhen squinted his eyes slightly and walked through the knife forest, his face still not changing.

Balie stood on the stage and looked at the King Jing, who seemed to be a little different from the rumors, and said condescendingly: "His Royal Highness Jing is a guest from afar. Balie is in a far-reaching manner, so I hope to forgive him."

He said he was forgiven, but his expression was not as intentional to beg for mercy.

A guest from afar?

Pei Zhen raised his head slightly and looked at the seemingly fierce city lord. It turned out that he was also very scheming.

He gently tapped his toes on the stirrups, and Pei Zhen rushed towards the platform.

Balie couldn't help but retreat back, Pei Zhen bullied himself and chuckled, "Lord Ba, I'm lucky to know."

Cui Xian and others honestly turned over and got off the horse and walked up to the station.

Balie regained his calmness and laughed, "Your Highness, please."

Before Pei Zhen could take action, he sat down at the main seat, leaving only the seats on the lower sides.

Pei Zhen didn't care and sat down casually.

Where Qie Xuewei stayed, a scout came back to report on the situation there.

A centurion worriedly said, "Your Highness Jing will not have anything to do, General, we really don't have to go there?"

"Yes! There are only two thousand people opposite, we can eat easily!" Another centurion echoed.

Yelu Jincai remembered the words again, stood up, pointed to the centurion's head, "Eat and eat! You'll be exhausted!"

"Brothers, everyone has heard what Your Highness King Jing said just now! Since Your Highness has chosen to take risks alone and be useful to us, everyone should also repay His Highness well. We, Qi Xue Wei, never do ungrateful things!" Yelu Jincai finally made up his mind and said this.

And this is also the significance of Pei Zhen’s behavior.

Whether Yelu Jincai guessed or not, the facts were right in front of him, his choice was very simple.

Not afraid of death does not mean seeking death.

It is good to have one thousand brothers who can die less.

Click on the stage and chatting and laughing.

Pei Zhen looked sincere, "The Lord of City Ba went out of the city to welcome you, I also accepted this love in my heart, and also received a love from Murong Dayuyue."

Some contempt gradually arose in Balie's heart. The more fierce the person is, the more he admires someone more fierce than him. A soft persimmon like Pei Zhen who can hold him can only be trampled under his feet and spitted by him.

So he said coldly: "His Royal Highness Jing has seen the scenery of Qiu'an City and returned to Changsheng City earlier, with rich clothes and food, safe and worry-freeness, so that Lord Murong can be at ease."

Pei Zhen smiled, as if he hadn't heard of it, turned his head and looked at the numerous soldiers outside, "Look, look, these guys are so strong and mighty."

"It's a pity that His Highness Jing only has one thousand Qi Xuewei." Balie became more and more direct as he spoke.

Pei Zhen seemed to be unable to hear what he meant, and waved his hand, "It's okay, I'll leave them to Qiexue Wei for ten days and half a month of practice, and he can make do with it."

"Your Highness Jing, you have no problem with your brain?" Balie frowned.

Pei Zhen turned his head in surprise, "Aren't you here to send me troops?"

"You dream!" Balie stood up suddenly.

"Then you deserve to die!" Pei Zhen shook his head slowly.

Cui Xian's figure flew out suddenly, but was stopped by an old servant in gray clothes standing in the corner.

Balie's true energy suddenly arose and was about to rush over, slapping this Jing King who only had the divine artistic conception to death.

Suddenly, his body stagnated and he looked at the tip of the sword that appeared on his chest in disbelief.

Pei Zhen rushed over quickly, cut off Balie's head with a sword, stood on the platform, and raised it.

"The traitor Balie has been killed, and he is alone to kill the evil. All the soldiers put down their weapons and are not guilty!"

"If you don't follow, you'll be like this!"
To be continued...