I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 343 - 263: Two Blossoms Blooming

Previously, Rong Shuo was severely injured precisely because of the sudden appearance of the Qiangrong people.

Therefore, the task of chasing the remnants of the Qiangrong was entrusted to Rong Baoyi by Gu Lan, allowing her to fulfill her desire for revenge for her father.

Wei Chengyuan looked around and, seeing that there was no one left on the battlefield who could pose a threat to Gu Lan, led a squad of cavalry in pursuit of the fleeing thousands of remnants, disappearing quickly from sight.

Rong Heng and Su Yi were gathering the surrendered Wei soldiers and verifying each of their identities to prevent spies from infiltrating.

"We have won!"

It wasn’t until the last soldier of Wei Country laid down his arms and knelt down in surrender that everyone seemed to awake from a dream, the soldiers standing atop piles of corpses erupting in a thunderous cheer.

They won! With only the strategies of the Pingnan General and Prince Xiang, defeating the seventy thousand troops of Wei Country with just twenty thousand, it was not only a great victory but indeed a miracle.

This national war, fought from the cold winter through to the blooming spring at the Southern Border, finally claimed victory.

The midday sun cast its rays across the land, making each warrior’s battered armor gleam like they were adorned with medals.

Gu Lan dismounted, casually tossing the Azure Gold Spear to the ground, holding in her hand the Black Dragon Flag of Yan Country.

She now liked this flag very much.

In the distance, Rong Heng, riding Mo Feng, picked up a spear from the ground, and upon feeling Gu Lan’s gaze, he lifted his head and smiled at her.

The Young Master suddenly realized that she had accomplished the thing she most wanted to do — watching Rong Heng conquer all on the battlefield, becoming the War God of Dayan.

That day was not far off, and she had witnessed it all.

Gu Lan watched Rong Heng, while everyone else directed their gaze toward her.

Her fair and delicate face was stained with dried blood, with her cloak fluttering in the wind, weary yet leisurely and unrestrained.

After a long while, Gu Lan returned to her senses, looking at Rong Baoyi, she teased, "Well, Baoyi, was it satisfying?"

Rong Baoyi removed her helmet, her black hair flying freely, and she tightly gripped the long sword in her hand, nodding vigorously, "Satisfying!"

She turned back, looking at the ancient and towering walls of Yinzhou City, tears of pride and excitement streaming down.

This was her first time on the battlefield, in the place where her father once fought, where amidst the clash of swords and blades, no one cared if she was a Commandery Princess, nor did anyone look down on her for being a woman, only life and death, nation against nation.

Rong Baoyi liked this feeling.

She was willing to spend her life riding and galloping here, not as a pampered flower in a greenhouse, but as a soaring Costin.

Rong Heng walked forward, calmly instructing, "The weather is turning hot, Su Yi, you’re in charge of cleaning the battlefield. Identify our Dayan warriors, record and register them, then bury the bodies properly. Be thorough to prevent disease outbreaks."

"I understand," replied the subordinate.

The Yan Army orderly cleaned up the battlefield. Gu Lan yawned, watching the busy Rong Heng in the distance, curling her lips slightly, feeling a bit sleepy, wishing to fall asleep hugging Brother Hang, which must be quite comfortable.

Just then, a deep, trembling rumble sounded from the north.

Gu Lan turned her head and saw Wei Chengyuan leading the charge back, holding the heads of two fleeing Wei commanders.

He smiled brightly and gently, waving with those two heads in hand toward her.

Gu Lan expressed that she did not recognize this fool.

Behind him was an endless black storm cloud, with a war flag inscribed with the word "Gu" on a black background and white characters flapping in the wind, exuding a domineering presence over the world.

In the blink of an eye, the Dingyuan Iron Cavalry had reached their front, bringing with them an overwhelming aura of arrogance.

If the Pingnan Army gave people a sense of solemnity and gravity, with clear order, then the Dingyuan Army carried the fierce winds of the winter snowfield, wild and unrestrained, just like their Commander Gu Chengzhao, wild beyond measure.

The leading general was Mu Jun, with dark red hair, and beside him was a familiar young man to Gu Lan, Geng Gong.

Compared to the last time she saw Geng Gong, the young man had grown like a tree, his body becoming tall and resilient, his skin darkened considerably, with sharp, lively eyes filled with admiration as they gazed at Gu Lan.

Gu Lan thought, this time, he probably won’t want to kill me.

"Princely Heir, please forgive me for my late arrival," Mu Jun’s voice was as deep and resonant as thunder, apologetically said.

Gu Lan scratched her head, leaning against the flagpole she had stuck into the ground, lazily saying:

"You indeed... arrived a little late."

Mu Jun lowered his head in self-reproach, surveying the war-torn battlefield, and after a moment of stunned amazement, he said,

"After receiving the Young Master’s message, the Marquis disregarded the Holy Decree’s arrangements. To prevent any lapse at the Northern Territory, only five thousand of the Dingyuan Iron Cavalry were sent to aid. I was worried the reinforcements wouldn’t be enough and feared any accident in Yinzhou, so I rushed overnight... I just didn’t expect to still arrive half a step late, with the Young Master having resolved all this on her own."

According to the original pace, the Dingyuan Army might have taken two more days to arrive, which was within Lu Jian’s expectation of his own defeat and demise. Their appearance now indeed demonstrated Mu Jun’s urgent anxiety.

Gu Lan said: "My father, who isn’t easily deceived, no one can fool him. He trusts me, and I trust him."

Wei Junzhuo thought Gu Chengzhao would comply with the Holy Decree and bring twenty thousand Dingyuan Army to support, but actually, upon receiving her message, Gu Chengzhao not only didn’t come personally but also only sent Mu Jun with five thousand men for reinforcements.

At this moment in Yunzhou or at Dingbei Pass, Gu Chengzhao, this stabilizing force, hasn’t left yet, waiting for the Wei Army to come into range.

She raised her head, gazing at the azure sky, murmuring:

"And there’s my nephew; I trust him too."

Two flowers blooming, one of them in the Northern Territory.

"I wonder how Uncle is faring there."

Outside Dingbei Pass, several miles away in a mountain valley, Duoji’s deep, resonant voice sounded.

Around the valley, the thick, age-old snow remains unfrozen, the cold wind carrying heaps of snow, surrounding silence so that when Duoji spoke, a hoarse echo followed.

Gu Chengzhao, listening to his sigh, snorted coldly: "Don’t have idle thoughts about this Marquess’s son every day."

Duoji twitched his lips: "...Marquis, I have Zhuoma; I’m a normal person, simply concerned about elders, nothing more."

Gu Chengzhao said: "If you truly regard Gu Lan as an elder, you’d be quite abnormal."

Duoji: For a while, he surprisingly didn’t know how to refute, considering Gu Lan is much younger than him, could be his son.

Gu Chengzhao glanced at the red-haired young man, finally reassured:

"Given the time, Mu Jun and his group should be near Yinzhou by now, while Wei Junzhuo isn’t there, those disjointed incompetents—five thousand iron cavalry sent out, ha, easily capture them, only they are too numerous, making it somewhat time-consuming to kill."

Duoji thought, you Yan people surely can boast.

He narrowed his eyes, cautiously watching the snowy landscape outside the valley.

This mountain valley is a necessary path from the snowfield to Dingbei Pass, now concealing numerous Dingyuan Army, clad in gray-white leather armor, armed with bows and arrows, like silent hunters waiting for prey to approach.

"Honestly, it’s quite cold... will the Wei Army really travel thousands of miles to attack Dingbei Pass?" Duoji’s nose reddened from the cold, he asked quietly.

Gu Chengzhao said: "My daughter trusts me, and I trust my daughter. If she says they will come, they surely will."

As the words fell, Gu Chengzhao’s expression shifted, his eyes abruptly sharpening like blades, staring into the distance, unsheathing his sword.

Duoji hurriedly looked, seeing amidst the snowy lands, a glaring streak of silver-white.

—That’s the color of the Wei Army’s armor!

Among the countless Wei Army troops, there were also armor types worn by the Qiangrong tribes on the snowfield.

Gu Lan was right; Qiangrong indeed joined forces with Wei Country to attack Dingbei Pass!

Traversing from the Southern Border to the Northern Territory, crossing mountains and rivers, the Wei Country expeditionary force was already exhausted by this time.

Upon reaching Dingbei Pass faintly visible in the distant wind and snow, many sighed deeply, considering to set camp here and rest for a day before sieging.

After all, Dingyuan Marquis had already led forces to support Yinzhou, likely taking away a significant portion of Yunzhou’s Dingyuan Iron Cavalry. To the Wei Army, Dingbei Pass was already within their grasp, early or late, it made no difference.

"Keep moving, and do not relax! Quick, speed up!"

Within the Wei Army, a young man with snake-like eyes and one arm occasionally scolded the soldiers for laziness.

The closer to Dingbei Pass, the more excited his expression, and his gaze became increasingly peculiar.

Jiang Qu eagerly anticipated breaking into Dingbei Pass, confronting that traitorous Marquis Zhongcheng!

The commander of these Wei troops was also a trusted and favored general under Wei Junzhuo, disdainfully looking at Jiang Qu, deliberately asking:

"Brother Jiang, it’s said you nearly killed that Yan’s Marquis Zhongcheng; how did you feel at that moment?"

This mixed-blood Qiangrong man, known for scheming to save his elder brother’s life, had long been spread across nations.

Jiang Qu clenched his fist, coldly remarked:

"I regret not truly killing him, letting him live till now!"

The moment he plunged the dagger into his brother’s chest had become his heart demon, leaving him utterly dissatisfied!

"So, that’s your true thought." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

A familiar yet strange voice echoed in the wind and snow.