nashuaworldcup Chapter 401 Qin Qiong Heads South, Clashes with Yang Lin
Chapter 401 Qin Qiong Heads South, Clashes with Yang Lin
"snort."
Qin Qiong snorted coldly, the sound seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
He glanced at Qin Yong sideways, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes, which he quickly concealed.
Whether they are foreigners or commoners under his rule, Qin Qiong now has only one goal: to live.
He will live to seek revenge on old man Yang Lin and brat Lü Xiao.
As for the rest, what does it have to do with him?
He has lived in this world for so many years, but who has ever thought about him?
When he was desperate and seeking refuge everywhere, did any of those so-called brothers or benefactors truly help him?
Is Qin Qiong the only one in the world who doesn't care about the people?
When did Yang Guang ever treat the people as human beings, abusing their labor, engaging in large-scale construction projects, and levying excessive taxes?
"Father, we both come from humble backgrounds, so we should understand the suffering of ordinary people..."
Seeing this, Qin Yong became anxious and quickly tried to persuade him again.
He followed Qin Qiong all over the country, enduring countless hardships, and knew best how difficult his adoptive father's journey had been.
In those years, his adoptive father treated him like his own son, teaching him martial arts and how to be a good person, and never mistreating him in the slightest.
It was precisely because he understood his adoptive father's character and knew that his adoptive father still had a kind heart and a conscience that he wanted to persuade him.
He was unwilling to watch his adoptive father gradually turn against the world and fall into an irrecoverable state.
"That's enough!"
Qin Qiong slammed his hand on the table, interrupting Qin Yong.
"If you have other intentions, then leave on your own."
These words were utterly heartless, leaving no room for negotiation.
The civil and military officials in the hall all lowered their eyes, pretending not to hear anything.
Although they felt wronged, ultimately, this was Qin Qiong's family matter.
When a father disciplines his son, outsiders shouldn't stand up and criticize, nor should they risk offending him.
"Godfather!"
Qin Yong was unwilling to give up. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked, and shouted again.
"Walk!"
Qin Qiong gritted his teeth, turned his back, and left everyone with only a cold and hard back view.
He did show some leniency after all.
If this person is not his adopted son, nor a relative who has followed him in battles for more than ten years.
The word he used wasn't "go," but "roll."
Qin Yong looked around, then lowered his eyes and silently turned away.
Stepping outside the hall, Qin Yong turned around and looked at his godfather, who stood high above him on the throne, across the high threshold.
He didn't know when it started, but he realized that the godfather he remembered had changed.
That godfather who galloped on horseback, fought on the battlefield, and laughed heartily while slapping the table at a banquet.
The righteous, trustworthy, and revered Qin Shubao is gone.
Instead, he was faced with a stranger, a person he feared, and someone he didn't recognize.
No matter what his godfather becomes, he will always be his godfather.
Even if it means disregarding the lives of ordinary people, being despised by the world, and being infamous for eternity, he will still follow to the end.
This is perhaps what others call blind loyalty and blind filial piety.
Qin Yong withdrew his gaze, strode down the steps, and did not look back.
Qin Qiong withdrew his gaze, the gloom on his face eased slightly, but it was still ashen.
With Qin Yong gone, this troublesome person's departure didn't affect his overall situation at all.
This is his adopted son, a child he watched grow up from childhood, and he knows his character all too well.
Even if he beats or scolds him today, Qin Yong will not leave.
If I just find an opportunity to calmly say a few words, I can still win their unwavering loyalty.
"Send troops to meet that old bastard Yang Lin in battle!"
Qin Qiong waved his hand and gave orders to his civil and military officials.
As for the unpleasant argument just now, he acted as if it had never happened and didn't mention it at all.
"I will obey the king's command!"
The civil and military officials in the hall all bowed with their hands clasped, their voices resounding through the roof tiles.
Under Qin Qiong's command, the generals from all directions led their armies out of Youzhou and marched south in a grand procession.
The strategist Ling Jing accompanied the army into battle, responsible for devising strategies.
Qin Qiong himself led another troop of soldiers to follow behind at a leisurely pace, not in the lead.
He was once a skilled warrior, wielding a pair of golden maces with unparalleled prowess throughout Shandong, and never lagging behind in charging into battle.
But after becoming king, he gradually became more afraid of death.
In times of war, he would always send his generals to the front lines, while his adopted son Qin Yong and his foolish brother Luo Shixin would hold the line.
He remained at the rear, observing from afar, neither advancing rashly nor taking risks.
It wasn't that he was afraid of death, it was just that his life was too important to him right now.
He had to live to see Yang Lin kneel before him, and live to see Lü Xiao fall at his feet.
Mayi County.
The camps stretched out in a continuous line, their banners fluttering in the wind.
Li Shimin, Li Jiancheng, and others all stationed troops in this area.
To the north lies Dingxiang County, a place where several nomadic tribes have been frequently appearing recently.
The Khitan cavalry came and went like the wind, while the Xi tribesmen were active by night and hid during the day, making the border no place peaceful.
"Brother, the Prince of Kaoshan has sent troops to Dengzhou."
Li Shimin walked hurriedly, the sound of his armor plates clattering together crisply and rapidly.
Li Jiancheng was drilling his troops on the training ground when he heard the sound and frowned.
"Let's talk inside the main tent."
He lowered his voice, glanced at the soldiers training around him, and took the lead in walking towards the central command tent.
He had thought that after the imperial court had been fighting in the east and west and suppressing rebellions in all directions, it should have a period of rest and recuperation.
The Sui Dynasty's national strength was what it was, and its military strength was limited; it couldn't withstand such continuous turmoil.
Unexpectedly, no sooner had Lü Xiao returned from the Western Regions than Yang Lin led his troops out of Dengzhou.
"I wonder if Qin Qiong is a match for Yang Lin."
After taking their seats, Li Shimin spoke first, his tone carrying a rare air of solemnity.
This is what he is most worried about.
The Li family's strength is still not strong enough. Although they have a large number of soldiers, most of them are newly recruited.
Although they had sufficient provisions, they could not sustain long-term consumption and dared not completely break with the Sui Dynasty.
They could only be using the pretext of guarding the northern border and leading an expedition against the traitor Qin Qiong.
They secretly recruited soldiers, expanded their territory, and accumulated strength, gradually increasing their power.
If Qin Qiong is killed, there will be one less traitor in the world.
What use will the Li family be then?
"Has Lü Xiao made any moves?"
Li Jiancheng picked up his teacup, took a sip, gently stroked the rim with his fingers, and looked at the map hanging in the tent.
He didn't think as much as Li Shimin did.
When it comes to the crucial moment, we can simply abandon Qin Qiong.
Left and right are just chess pieces; if you lose them, you lose them, and it doesn't bother you.
What he was truly afraid of was Lü Xiao; that person was far too strong.
Eight hundred men dared to venture into the northern desert, and several hundred went to the Western Regions.
For anyone else, this would be suicide, but in Lü Xiao's hands, he managed to win and capture the Khan.
Who wouldn't be afraid of someone like that?
There has been no movement.
Li Shimin shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of inexplicable emotion.
"Lu Xiao has been fighting in the east and west, from the northern deserts to the Jianghuai region, and from the Jianghuai region to the Western Regions. Even an iron man would get tired."
If he doesn't come, the game in Hebei can still be won.
Upon hearing the details of Lü Xiao's battle in the Western Regions, Li Shimin felt that his entire understanding of the word "fierce general" had been overturned.
They could not be penetrated by ballistae, nor could they be destroyed by chariots; even if a massive boulder fell on them, they could still get up and continue fighting.
This is no longer a fierce general, this is a monster.
Even if it were his brother Li Yuanba, he probably wouldn't have been able to do this.