Chapter 90 Wang Ting is not worthy of Arsleng

Chapter 90 Wang Ting is not worthy of Arsleng

Chapter 90 Wang Ting is not worthy of Arsleng

Lu Yunyi quickly returned to the table and sat down, pulled out a map from the side, and stood in front of the table to look at it carefully!

When he had done all this,

Ortai also lifted the curtain and poked his head in.

Seeing that both of them were there, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and he quickly squeezed over.
"Lord Cyber ​​Black Hawk, His Highness Arsleng"

The two nodded. Lu Yunyi looked at his outfit in surprise and asked:
"What are you doing?"

Ortai sighed, looking at the many things in the military tent, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes:
"That's right, Your Highness Arsleng,

The royal court has received accurate information that the Ming people have sent troops from Qingzhou into the grasslands and are probably searching for the royal court at this moment.
So the royal court decided that the entire royal court would set out to the north tomorrow without further delay."

Lu Yunyi showed some anxiety at the right time, and slowly stood up and paced back and forth in the military tent:
"So soon? The soldiers haven't been fully trained yet, and the horses, weapons and armor haven't been replenished.

Isn't it a bit too hasty to move forward like this? "

"It's too late. The Ming people have already entered the grassland. They may attack us at any time.

The lords of the royal court were so frightened that they wanted to escape today.

It was only after the two princes argued hard that the date was postponed to tomorrow.

I came here this time to inform His Highness and the Lord."

As he spoke, Ortai's speech slowed down a little bit.

His expression was filled with struggle, but in the end he gritted his teeth, as if he had made some decision.

He walked quickly to the table and leaned over, speaking quickly in an extremely suppressed voice:
"Your Highness Arsleng, please keep in mind what I am going to tell you next.

As for how you do it, I don’t know, I don’t understand, and it has nothing to do with me.”

Lu Yunyi and Liu Heiying looked at each other and saw each other's surprise.

Lu Yunyi nodded slightly and waved his hand. Liu Heiying walked straight to the entrance of the military tent and stood there, with one hand on his long sword, looking alert.

Seeing this scene, the tension in Ortai's expression eased a little, and he said quickly:
"Your Highness Arsleng, if you find any trace of the Ming army,

The royal court would send criminals from the periphery to stop the Ming army.

They used their lives to delay the Ming army and buy time for the majority to escape.

But you also know that most of the criminals are now incorporated into the army, under you and General Borshu.

Therefore, when the Ming army arrives, you and General Borshu will be the first to fight against them."

Hearing this, Lu Yunyi suddenly looked up, his whole body filled with murderous intent and his eyes were full of coldness, which made a trace of fear flash in Ortai's eyes.

But he suppressed his fear and continued:

"And when the main force is on the march, you and General Borshu's soldiers will be stationed at the end of the main force, together with the civilians and herdsmen, to block the Ming army."

Ortai had deep eye sockets and a firm expression as he stared straight at 'Arisleng' in front of him.

His Highness Arsleng suddenly fell silent, with a look of confusion and struggle on his face.

His eyes flashed with resentment, hatred, calmness, and finally determination. His lips were tightly pursed and his gaze was firm.

She nodded heavily at him: "Okay."

Ortai was stunned. He had simulated His Highness Arsalan's reaction countless times in his mind.
Ortai once thought that His Highness Arsileng would be angry, shout and scream, and would angrily look for His Highness the Second Prince.

But I didn't expect that he would be so calm.

"You... Your Highness!" Ertai's voice was filled with anxiety.
Since he learned that the royal court was going to sacrifice His Highness Arsalan and General Borshu,

I was in a state of anxiety all day, constantly thinking about how to break the impasse.

But he was helpless. He was inexperienced and did not understand the art of war.
He had only a vague understanding of the political intrigues in the court, and after thinking for several days he still couldn't come up with a method that even seemed safe.

So after asking his mother, he came here to tell her,
He believed that with His Highness Arsleng's intelligence and wisdom, he would definitely be able to come up with a way out of the impasse.

But he never expected that His Highness Arsalan's reply to him would be just such a simple word.

Just this one word seemed to completely shatter his pride as a man of the royal court.

In comparison, the chaos that the royal court is now experiencing is
It seems that none of them are worthy of such a general from a foreign race.

Ortai's expression changed back and forth. Seeing him like this, Lu Yunyi smiled comfortingly and gently stepped forward to pat his shoulder:

"Ertai, you are a grassland warrior, why are you acting like this?"

"That's the Ming army. Your Highness, you will die." Ortai was a little anxious and couldn't suppress his voice.
Lu Yunyi quickly raised his hand and pressed down:

“I know, I know, but fighting against the Ming army is the fate of grassland warriors like me.

We recruited and trained soldiers, taught them the art of war,
Isn't it just waiting for this day that we teach them the art of scouting and let them practice every day?"

Ortai was stunned, his mouth opening and closing.

I couldn't figure out whether His Highness Arsalan didn't understand what he meant or was just pretending to be so.
Lu Yunyi smiled at him with a look of regret:
"It's a pity that the Ming army arrived too quickly, leaving us with little time to transform those tribesmen into elite warriors.
But it doesn’t matter. Man proposes, God disposes. You and I have done our best.

Fighting the Ming army to the fullest has been my lifelong dream.

I understand what you mean. Starting tomorrow, you will be carrying out a military mission.
That is to protect your mother and live well.

You are still young, so leave the fighting to us."

At this point, Lu Yunyi suddenly froze.

He suddenly realized that he was about the same age as Ortai in front of him.

Ortai also understood what he was going to say, and his vision began to fade little by little, and he felt sad.
"Your Highness, you are not that old."

"Hahaha, alright alright,
How can a grassland warrior cry? Please tell the Second Prince for me,
Leave the task of stopping the Ming army to me. I will not give up even if I have to fight to the last soldier.

Ortai, you don't know
I have been looking forward to this day for so many days and nights that I can’t sleep every night and my mind is in turmoil. "

Ertai's eyes and nose were red. He reached out his hand to wipe his face, with a curious look on his face:
"Why."

Lu Yunyi showed emotion on his face, slowly sat down and sighed:
"Since the day I left the Naiman tribe, I vowed to lead my people to live a good life.
At least we have enough food and clothing and don't have to endure hunger and cold.

But you have seen the fact that I encountered the Ming army in Liaodong.
There were more than a thousand of us, but only a few dozen of us were left.

He can only survive in this royal court.

Fortunately, the Second Prince took us in, giving me the opportunity to take charge of the army again and achieve far greater results than before.

"The Strategies of the Warring States" once said, "If you treat me like a national hero, I will repay you like a national hero."

Arsleng saw and remembered what the Second Prince did to us.
Now the king's court is in danger and needs me to fight bravely, so I will respond bravely and defeat the enemy thousands of miles away."

After a pause, Lu Yunyi looked at Ertai's shaking pupils.

Feeling agitated, he stopped talking.

Instead, he patted his shoulder and waved gently.
When Ortai left, Liu Heiying rushed over excitedly with a sly smile on his face:

"Brother Yun'er, you are the one who is full of rebellion. You make my blood boil!" Lu Yunyi smiled contemptuously: "I am just being safe. Ortai is a good boy.
It's not that easy to make him do something extraordinary.

Maybe the Second Prince or Yarong sent him to test us, so it's better to be safe."

Liu Heiying opened his mouth in astonishment, and after a long while he murmured:

"Brother Yun'er, you have such a dark heart."

After leaving the military tent, Ortai was filled with dead silence. He returned home in a circle.
The tear marks on his face and the gloomy expression could not be hidden from Yarong.

Seeing her son like this, Yarong was surprised.
He took his hands out of the basin, walked to the side to wash his palms, and hurried to Ortai to check.

"What is the matter, my son?"

The voice was gentle and had a hint of warmth.
Yarong sat down gently beside Ortai and looked at him with eyes full of love.

For no apparent reason, Ortai felt aggrieved, with tears in his eyes, completely different from his brave performance on the battlefield.

Yarong smiled slightly, gently stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears from his eyes, and said nothing, just looked at him quietly.

Finally, Ortai took a deep breath and said with some grievance:

"Today, the Second Prince called me over to talk about many things.
He asked me to test whether His Highness Arsleng was willing to guard the rear of the royal court and stop the Ming army.

I don't want to do it, but he is the Second Prince, so I agreed."

"Did you ask?"

Yarong's eyebrows were curved into two crescents and there was a peaceful smile on her face, which calmed Ortai's mood a little.

Ortai nodded imperceptibly:
"I went to ask. His Highness Arsleng agreed.
And the spirit he showed was different from that of our adults.

The adults were busy collecting money and escaping, and no one wanted to resist.
But His Highness Arsleng agreed without even the slightest hesitation.
And he was very calm, just like he was practicing every day.

No worries, just let it be.

He and Lord Cyber ​​Blackhawk are true warriors, and I am just a coward."

Yarong's eyes lit up, she gently reached out her hand, stroked Ertai's head, and said softly:
“Ertai, anyone who dares to face his inner self is his own warrior.

You...are not a coward, but a warrior of the grassland.

If I asked you to fight that Ming person now, would you be afraid?"

Ertai was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Afraid."

"Then will you go and fight the Ming people?"

"meeting."

The corners of Yarong's mouth slightly raised, forming a gentle arc, and her eyes sparkled with joy, like two bright stars.

"The princess often said that if one fights despite fear, he is still a warrior of the royal court. Ortai, you are also brave."

Ortai sniffed, his eyes becoming more determined as he looked at the increasingly empty military tent.
Thinking about the fact that the mother and son had depended on each other for more than ten years, he became more afraid to say it out loud.

But Yarong already knew it, and gently helped him straighten his drooping hair:
"If you want to follow His Highness Arsleng to fight against the Ming people, then go ahead."

"But. Mother. If I die on the battlefield, what will you do?"

Ortai's face was filled with astonishment, and he stammered.
Yarong smiled lightly: "If the skin is gone, where will the hair be attached?

In times of crisis, if our grassland warriors do not stand up and stop the foreign enemies,
When the royal court is breached and blood is shed for thousands of miles, where can you and I survive?

It is better to fight to the death and do your best. "

Yarong's voice came slowly and gradually penetrated into Ortai's ears, making his eyes shake back and forth and his gaze become more determined.

When Yarong raised her lips and nodded slightly, Ortai stood up suddenly:

"Mother, I will inform the Second Prince about this matter, so I will not eat at home."

"Go ahead, don't be afraid, kid."

Ortai walked out of the military tent quickly, his figure gradually disappearing in the dim candlelight.
Yarong stared blankly, the light reflected by the candlelight gradually appeared in her eyes.
My eyes were about to be filled with tears, and they flowed down bit by bit.

At this moment, a figure appeared in front of the military tent, stirring up waves in her originally calm heart.
Her eyes began to tremble slightly, and the crystal that was about to disappear filled her eye sockets again.

As night falls, the grassland sky is gradually shrouded in deep blue-black.

The last ray of afterglow in the sky quietly faded away, and stars began to twinkle on the sky.

Outside the military tent, a tall and strong figure stood upright.

His figure seemed even more majestic in the dim light of the torches, like an unshakable mountain.

His face was half hidden in darkness, but one could still see his fortitude and determination.

There was a sharp light in his eyes, a unique gleam of a warrior who had been through many battles.

When their eyes met each other,
Yarong's eyes began to shake slightly, and the tall figure's eyes also became gentle.

The man took a deep breath, gently feeling the mystery of the night and the noise around him.

He took a step forward and walked straight into the military tent. A young and resolute face gradually emerged.
"General."

The tears in Yarong's eyes could no longer be suppressed and flowed down.

She stood up suddenly and threw herself into the arms of the tall figure, her voice trembling slightly as she expressed her grievances bit by bit.

"General, Ortai is going to fight the Ming people. He is a warrior."

"I don't know what to do..."

The camp where Dibaonu was located was a large group of military tents, most of which had been withdrawn at this moment.
Even though it is already night, there are still many soldiers busy working.

Ortai walked to the central military tent and hesitated for a long time before he gently lifted the curtain and slowly walked in.

At this moment, Dibaonu was sitting at the table, staring at the map in his hand and making some marks on it.
Noticing someone coming, the ground guard looked up.
Seeing that it was Ertai, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he stood up quickly:
"Ertai, you came just in time. I plan to place you in the center of the army, commanding the soldiers and guarding the king's tent!"

Ortai's face froze, his voice became a little awkward, and he said quickly:

"Second Prince, I'm going to fight the Ming people!!"

The slave was filled with surprise, and stood there in a daze for a moment.

Ortai pursed his lips and spoke in a louder voice:
“Second Prince, I have made the decision to go fight the Ming people.

His Highness Arsleng has agreed to lead the soldiers to cover the rear, and I
Taiyi Chiwuti Ortai will also go with the army and fight bravely for our grasslands."

Ortai's eyes sparkled and his whole body was filled with determination.

I don't know why, in the eyes of the land security slaves,
Ortai's not-so-tall body suddenly became taller at this moment.

The childishness that he had previously carried on his face gradually disappeared, and he became like a real grassland warrior, with a murderous look on his face.

(End of this chapter)