Chapter 714

This chapter is a side story; if you're not interested, you can skip it.

Yellow Springs Realm

The Eleventh Palace's Baili Clan troop is also quite huge; a dynasty lasting three hundred years should roughly be that, but everyone says "as expected," the Baili Clan seems to have produced a Purple Microstar?

Since the Great King swept aside the East Xianbei, everyone just assumed his position there.

The thirteenth-generation emperors all gathered together; among them were also a few who in life loved gold-iron horses, now watching helplessly as later generations' unfilial descendants easily handed over the Four Northern Provinces to the barbarians, that stifling feeling need not be mentioned.

Everyone watched the barbarians arrogantly charge their horses into Great Jin's cities, saw them take over government offices and enslave the people, Ningde didn't even dare to breathe.

The incompetent court matched with incompetent officials; what county magistrates and county lieutenants, they all fled clean.

Besides broadcasting the Xiongnu and Xianbei openly enjoying their victory fruits, the heavenly screen switched to Chang'an to see Baili Jin secretly moving his shameful little thoughts.

Summon his brothers back to the capital, replace important positions with his own people, busy as can be, he forgot the lost ancestral lands behind his ears. Compared to the Four Northern Provinces, he cares more about how to trick the third son Baili Jing back.

Emperor Ningde, however confident and indulgent, also knows that he and his beloved eldest son are the target of everyone's hatred here, dare not meet anyone's gaze.

Like Hezong and such, they've already started worrying about his beloved little third.

The Xiongnu took the salt-producing Fenyang and the closer Liangzhou and Bingzhou; the Xianbei three tribes divided parts of Yizhou's cities and Youzhou.

The Eleventh Palace held its breath each day watching the realm change hands; just when they were all in decline, the Xianbei attacked Youzhou.

The people of Yizhou left the city empty; the rich fled, the poor hid, those left behind—old, weak, sick, disabled—completely failed to attract their attention; after the excitement, they always felt it lacked something.

When they heard the You King hadn't fled, and Youzhou remained as before, the main force of the Xianbei Three Tribes instantly disregarded the empty Yizhou and mightily marched to attack Youzhou.

The Eleventh Palace was sweating for the Great King, when the East Xianbei Crown Prince's face changed, at the tall city gate of Youzhou hung his parents, one on each side.

Zhangzong almost laughed out loud; this grandson of his is actually mischievous, has some guts.

The East Xianbei never got the news the King had specially sent; the few messengers were intercepted by the Xiongnu and killed outright to avoid affecting the situation, and now the King has caught them off guard.

After a long absence, the heavenly screen's view finally focused on the King, and the Eleventh Hall was suffused with a compassionate hue.

The East Xianbei Crown Prince Buyin angrily said they had sent Emperor Ningde back with good food and drink, but when the King insulted the East Xianbei, his skin was as thick as Ningde's, yet he still couldn't help blushing.

That was like sitting on pins and needles.

When East Xianbei King Wanniuyu, hoarse and exhausted on the city wall, told his son to flee quickly, saying they simply could not take Youzhou, Ningde's face kept flushing red then white, white then red.

This made him, who had been captured and sent to his death, seem even more useless.

You unfilial wretch! Never letting him have a moment's peace!

Ningde couldn't bear to see such deep father-son affection, and the King likewise couldn't stand to watch.

The King on the city wall had already raised the Sun-Shooting Bow, shouting, "Fire!"

Everyone, including the Eleventh Hall, couldn't comprehend this unfamiliar order—what is a cannon?

In the next instant, the view switched to four huge black shapes on the city wall.

Firelight accompanied by white smoke, along with an earth-shaking boom, something slammed into the Xianbei cavalry still some distance from the city gate!

Not to mention the Bai family—even the neighbors next door and the neighbors beyond them jumped to their feet instantly!

What the hell is this?!

What is this?!

The Taizu watched as the fireball exploded in the enemy camp, seeing flying horse legs, human arms……

"Xiao San is going to heaven!" someone exclaimed in shock.

This kind of entry-level, clumsy smoothbore cannon opened the eyes of both the mortal realm and the underworld. Seeing the Hu people desperately shouting to withdraw, everyone finally reacted and began to revel!

Heaven bless the Great Jin!

Only Ningde had reacted, murmuring softly: "Lao San actually has this kind of weapon and didn't turn it over to the court!"

This time there's no need for Emperor Zhangzong; Emperor Anzong personally kicked his great-grandson.

"We've been watching him every day, and this is the first time we've seen it—obviously the child just got it too! Going by your two's uselessness, giving you any weapon would be wasted!"

Ningde couldn't accept this—how could he not be able to wield such a divine artifact!

But he didn't dare say……

On the heavenly screen, the King had already taken out the wolf-tooth spear, shouting: "Follow me out to block the three Xianbei tribes! No living Hu is allowed to escape Youzhou!"

The killing cries shook Youzhou, ten thousand warhorses surged out of the west gate, and Ningde's defenses broke again.

"Lao San actually has this many warhorses?!" This was the first time he'd seen such a thing.

Having said that, he reacted and hurriedly observed his father and great-grandfather—these two old-timers love to get physical. Fortunately, the King had already taken the lead and charged forward, so now nobody has the leisure to mind him.

Everyone heard the Xianbei side laughing loudly, waiting for the King to reveal his equipment, and couldn't help feeling a bit worried. These were the main forces of the three tribes.

Emperor Ningde finally managed to set aside his sour-grape mindset to watch the battle, when he heard Tuoba Yu's evaluation of the King: "He doesn't even seem like the son of a Great Jin emperor!"

Ningde's face turned green again.

You barbarians are going too far!

But soon he was drawn to Lao San's attention.

Baili Jing had always been a negligible presence in the Establish Chapter Palace; this was the first time he'd seriously looked at this third son.

At such a young age, wielding a spear twice his length, he danced with such vigor that nobody could approach him.

In just three moves he smashed Crown Prince Buyin off his horse, his warhorse trampling him— the East Xianbei's first heir, finished just like that……

Even the Taizu, who had never so much as glanced at him before, shouted his approval.

At that moment Ningde was dazed…… Is this my son who only knows how to cry and act like a rascal?! In his mind he alternated between seeing him wailing on the floor of the Establish Chapter Palace and seeing him smash a northern barbarian to death with a single blow.

That unfilial wretch's usual act…… is just too convincing!

As his left and right brains leapt about, the battlefield outside Youzhou had already entered the King's familiar rhythm— a relentless advance.

The charge's bugle never ceased, as Youzhou's cavalry rode black warhorses taller than the Xianbei's, trampling over Xianbei corpses without hesitation— this hardly looks like any Great Jin soldier at all!

By this point, the Xianbei soldiers had nothing but fear in their eyes, as if they had seen ghosts.

Zhangzong's eyes lit up, '…… I haven't seen such an army in a hundred years; I never imagined I would fail to achieve this in life, but after death I have witnessed it!'

He glanced at Ningde with the corner of his eye, 'Crown Prince, your only achievement in life is giving birth to Xiao San.'

Ningde Emperor: ……