Three Kingdoms: I will return it ten thousand times, my lord, I will never keep it for myself

A few days later in the morning.

In the Mobei Royal Court, laughter and joy interweave into a picture of prosperity, and every corner is filled with joy and anticipation of the upcoming celebration.

The sun shines through the exquisite dome, casting mottled light and shadow, adding a bit of extraordinary atmosphere to this solemn and warm palace.

Today is his birthday, and according to their custom, they must pray to the heaven today.

Meng Chuge, the leader of the royal court, sits on the throne, but his eyebrows inadvertently reveal a bit of worry. He stares into the distance, his thoughts seem to penetrate the hustle and bustle, and drift to the unknown frontier

"Hey, Meng Tie has been out for so long, and I don't know what the situation is."

At this time, a middle-aged Confucian scholar in a white robe stood aside, his face gentle and elegant. He spoke softly, like a spring breeze, trying to comfort Meng Chuge:

"The second prince Meng Tie leads an elite army that you have carefully selected. They are brave and wise, and will surely defeat the enemy. What's more, the Han army must be exhausted after a long journey. We just need to act according to the plan and wait for the opportunity, and we will win."

"And didn't you send the eldest prince to support him?"

"Hey, Meng Tie hasn't sent any battle reports so far. I don't even know where he is now."

At this point, there was a sudden commotion outside the hall, like the undercurrent before the storm, breaking the original tranquility.

"What's going on!? It's so noisy outside?"

Just when Meng Chuge wanted to go out to take a look, a servant had stumbled into the hall in a panic, with a trembling and desperate voice.

"Sir Chanyu, something is wrong! The second prince... the second prince, he is seriously injured and his life is hanging by a thread!"

"What did you say?!" Hearing this, Meng Chuge was shocked, and his eyes flashed with disbelief and astonishment, as if a bolt from the blue hit his heart.

"Lead the way quickly! I need to go immediately!" His words revealed a firmness that could not be refused. Before he finished speaking, he had swept out of the palace like the wind, leaving behind a series of rapid and firm footsteps.

Passing through the winding corridors, Meng Chuge hurried to where Meng Tie was. Meng Tie's face was as pale as paper, with glaring blood marks on his lips. Every breath was accompanied by a painful cough, and bright red blood splashed on his clothes from time to time, which was shocking.

Meng Tie's face was pale, and he kept coughing blood and said:

"Father... cough cough... son... it's useless..."

Meng Chuge's hand tightly grasped Meng Tie's palm like an iron clamp, and his eyes were full of firmness and unquestionable strength.

"Meng Tie, listen to me. I will spare no expense to invite the world's top doctor for you. Your injury will be healed and you will be fine."

Meng Tie's eyes were red, and tears fell uncontrollably. His voice trembled with grief: "Father... those tens of thousands of tribal warriors who once fought side by side with us, now only less than 300 people are left. And my eldest brother..." At this point, his words choked and he could hardly continue.

"What happened to him?" Meng Chuge's heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition enveloped his heart like a dark cloud, making him feel dizzy, and the world seemed to have lost its color at this moment.

Meng Tie suppressed his grief and uttered those words with difficulty: "My eldest brother... he was killed by Liu Yao of Bingzhou. "

"Meng Zhan..." Meng Chuge's voice suddenly became hoarse, as if torn by an invisible force. He shook his head in disbelief, his eyes full of unbelievable waves

"Meng Zhan... This is impossible! My son is invincible! "

But the cruelty of reality was like a cold blade, bit by bit cutting his fantasy.

Monchug's body trembled slightly, he closed his eyes tightly, trying to bury this unbearable pain deep in his heart, but he couldn't help but roar in his heart: "Liu Yao! I, Mengchug, swear to make you pay with blood! "

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Under the boundless sky of Mobei, only fifty miles away from the legendary royal court, Liu Yao and his party quietly gathered in a hidden depression. The surrounding sand dunes were undulating, like a natural barrier, hiding their whereabouts.

At this moment, Zhang Liao's eyes were bright, staring at the distance like an eagle. The vaguely visible and towering outline of the city wall was more solemn and mysterious in the afterglow of the setting sun. He raised a hint of excitement at the corner of his mouth and praised Liu Yao beside him:

"My lord is so wise and resourceful. He took advantage of the wound of Meng Tie's arrow and was able to follow the clues and go straight to Huanglong. This kind of strategy is really heavenly!"

Liu Yao smiled and said, "Haha, that Meng Tie was shot by his own arrow. In this vast Gobi Desert, there is no other doctor who can save his life except in the royal court."

After speaking, Gongsun XuA ragged and depressed bandit captive was escorted slowly. The captive lowered his head, his eyes full of despair and unwillingness. Gongsun Xu stepped forward and reported to Liu Yao:

"My Lord, after strict interrogation, this man has confirmed that we are tracking the Mobei Royal Court."

"And he also said that today is the birthday of Meng Chuge. According to their customs, the tribe will hold a sacrificial ceremony at the foot of the nearby Langjuxu Mountain to worship the heaven and earth."

Tian Feng and Ju Su looked a little excited.

This Meng Chuge is really a good man. He prepared everything for them, just in time to save them from carrying things. Once they defeated the bandits, they could seal the Langjuxu!

Around, the bodies of the generals trembled slightly involuntarily, not because of fear, but because of the indescribable ambition in their hearts.

Fenglangjuxu, these four words, have been the pinnacle of glory that warriors have dreamed of since ancient times. It is not just a place name, but also a witness to the realization of countless heroes' dreams.

Now, they are about to set foot on this sacred land and complete the feat that will be passed down through the ages. Their names and deeds will be engraved in the history books, passed down for generations, and admired by future generations.

Everyone focused their burning eyes on Liu Yao.

At this moment, the air seemed to solidify, and every wisp of wind carried heavy expectations, waiting for the decision that was about to break the silence.

The dawn of victory was faintly visible, the main force of the horse bandits was disintegrated one by one, and the solid walls of the royal court seemed to tremble slightly in front of the unyielding will of the people.

This is not only a turning point in the battle, but also a prelude to the coronation of glory. Every soldier has an eternal flame burning in his heart, longing for the most glorious moment.

Liu Yao suppressed his excitement. One of his biggest motivations to go deep into Mobei was for this. Now the highest honor of a military commander was in front of him.

"Everyone! It's impolite not to return the favor!"

"Today we will turn Meng Chuge's birthday into his death anniversary!"

"After we defeat those horse bandits! Use their heads to seal the Wolf's Lair! Pray to heaven and earth!"

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