Reject the northern city.

An elderly man is sitting at a tea stall.

Watching the soldiers of the Xuanjia Army coming and going in a dense manner preparing dry food.

There was a look of surprise on his face.

He laughed at the child beside him and said, "Your Highness finally figured it out!"

The young man looked stoic on weekdays.

At this moment, he was an old man who looked slightly crazy.

There was a worried look on his face: "Grandpa, His Highness is leading three thousand Xuanjia troops to rebel against the Qin Dynasty."

"As citizens of Great Qin, how can we applaud His Highness who has become a rebellious minister and traitor at this time!"

In the eyes of a young man.

Although life in Jubeicheng is not as prosperous and prosperous as that in the Imperial Capital of Qin.

But it's also excellent.

After all, my basic necessities, food, clothing, housing and transportation are guaranteed.

Although barbarians from outside the northern border will come and kill them from time to time.

However, they were all beaten to pieces by the three thousand Xuanjia troops led by His Highness on the way.

But in the eyes of the young man, all of this was the result of Da Qin.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap fell on the young man's face.

I saw the old man staring at his grandson angrily.

"You bastard, if you dare to say anything against His Highness again."

"Even if I make our family extinct, I will still send you back to your mother's womb!"

The old man roared angrily and prepared to slap him again.

The young man stood there in shock for a moment.

Ever since he can remember.

Although my grandfather is extremely harsh on me on the surface, he actually loves me very much.

Not to mention hitting him, not even scolding him.

"Grandpa...Grandpa, I know I was wrong."

The young man stood there tremblingly.

He said to the old man with a hint of crying.

The old man sighed slightly when he saw his grandson looking like this.

After all, he still didn't get that slap.

He looked at the officers and soldiers of the Xuanjia Army coming and going.

He sighed: "Without His Highness and the three thousand Xuanjia Army, how could Jubei City be what it is today?"

"How could Ansheng live like this?"

You must know that at that time, Jubei City did not exist yet.

What the people of Northern Xinjiang have to face are genuine barbarians.

Every time barbarians invade, these people living in northern Xinjiang become living targets of the barbarians.

I still remember that there were barbarians who gambled their lives on the northern frontier.

See who can kill a hundred people first.

At that time, there were one hundred and ninety-eight corpses lying on the ground in northern Xinjiang!

Every corpse has no head!

And his son and daughter-in-law died in that barbarian bet.

I thought that Northern Xinjiang had fallen.

Until he saw His Royal Highness Fusu, who had just passed the imperial examination, leading his 3,000 Xuanjia troops to send troops brazenly.

With his still weak body, he led three thousand Xuanjia troops to kill the barbarians stationed in northern Xinjiang.

In that battle, there were only three thousand Xuanjia troops in Northern Xinjiang.

In that battle, the barbarians had tens of thousands of troops.

In that battle, a young man in white clothes was seen holding a three-foot long sword in his hand, charging into the barbarian camp with one man and one riding a sword.

Three thousand Xuanjia troops fought until the end, with thirteen dead and one thousand thirteen injured!

Tens of thousands of barbarians are all dead!

The old man still remembers that the boy in white was carried to the northern border on the back of a war horse.

Even after he passed out, he still muttered a few words.

"Kill with your Highness!"

Inside the only blacksmith shop in Jubei City.

A strong old blacksmith holds in his hand a large knife that has been gathering dust for many years.

He stroked the blade gently and murmured: "Old man, long time no see."

Behind him, a woman walked out leading a child.

The child had just learned to walk, but at this moment he seemed to know something and grabbed the old blacksmith's clothes.

The woman looked at the old blacksmith and asked, "Can you not leave?"

She knew that her husband was not going to another place this time.

Instead, go to the imperial capital.

That place is thousands of miles away from northern Xinjiang.

The old blacksmith patted the woman on the shoulder.

Choking with sobs, he said, "Don't worry, I'll be right back."

The woman grabbed the old blacksmith's hand and sobbed softly: "Come back alive."

The old blacksmith gently touched his wife's cheek, which had been eroded by the yellow sand.

Hold back the tears in your eyes.

He took a deep breath and said, "Wait until I come back."

There are not only three thousand Xuanjia troops in Jubei City.

There are even hundreds of northern Xinjiang men.

At this time, these men from Northern Xinjiang all said goodbye to their wives and children.

Each one was holding a knife or a gun.

They are all heading towards the same place.

A battlefield outside Jubei City.

Yuan Baixiong stood under a big flag holding a big halberd.

There is only one word on the flag.

north!

At this time, hundreds of Northern Xinjiang men from Jubei City were standing in front of him.

Everyone stood quietly in place.

No one moved.

Yuan Baixiong looked at the still immature faces in front of him.

He yelled: "Are you guys crazy?"

"If you leave the mother-in-law doll alone, why are you fighting for your life with us?"

"Do you really think that killing someone is just a matter of raising a knife and dropping it?"

"I, Yuan Baixiong, don't know a few Chinese characters."

"But I can tell you a very simple truth."

"You will die if you follow us!"

"He's wading into muddy water one by one, get the hell back!"
To be continued...