Frost for a Thousand Years

A coup d'état that broke out at night plunged the entire Beiguan area into chaos.

Amidst the chaos of battle, Sama-hime seized the opportunity to escape through the south gate, escorted by her personal guards.

In order to make their escape safer, he personally set a raging fire with kerosene in the densely packed settlement of wooden houses.

Meanwhile, Song Shi'an's opportunistic attack on the city, coupled with the use of horns to boost morale, terrified the allied forces.

Amidst the flames and civil war, people evacuated towards the narrow south gate, resulting in tens of thousands being caught in an extremely dense stampede, with countless deaths and injuries.

Even kings and generals were not spared.

In order to survive, many people had no choice but to kneel down and surrender to the army of Dayu, begging to be allowed to leave the pass.

Even if it's in the opposite direction from my homeland.

By the next morning, Song Shi'an had already taken in seven or eight thousand prisoners.

The number of dead and injured is estimated to be over 10,000.

The number of people who escaped from Beiguan should be no more than a thousand.

Shamaki was not found.

Even the slightly smarter leader of the alliance, the King of Cars, couldn't be found.

Because the cleanup work was quite tedious and lengthy, Song Shi'an took a short rest in his tent for half an hour.

Sun Jinhua came to wake him up, saying that everything was taken care of, so he lazily got up, stretched, and walked out of the tent.

Then, he saw the barbarians below the city wall, densely packed with disarmed men, kneeling on the ground. As Song Shi'an approached, they lowered their heads in fear, not daring to meet his gaze.

This is Song Shi'an...

They had originally thought this person would have an extra eye, a horn on his head, and eyes that would glow with a bloodthirsty light. But when they actually saw him, he was just like an ordinary person, only taller and more handsome. This surprised the barbarians.

Who are you guys?

Song Shi'an looked at the four people kneeling at the front and questioned them directly.

Upon hearing his question, the group quickly answered one after another, trembling with fear and not daring to be negligent.

"Reporting to the young Grand Secretary, I am Ke Wang Nuo Mian."

"Reporting to the Grand Secretary, I am Prince Zang Tu."

"Go back to the little pavilion..."

"Where did all these kings come from?"

Song Shi'an frowned, his tone quite impatient.

This terrified the group so much that they buried their heads in the ground, filled with apprehension at having angered Song Shi'an.

At this moment, Song Shi'an glanced at the three dogs standing to the side.

San Gou then directly ordered, "Young Grand Secretary says there are too many kings."

So several imperial guards came over and threw a knife to each of the kings.

The clanging sound of the knife hitting the ground made everyone's hearts jump. Zang Tu's pupils widened in shock, and he immediately stood up with the knife, killing one of the kings next to him with a single stroke.

The remaining two belatedly picked up knives and began slashing at each other.

In an instant, a close-quarters battle erupted. In less than a minute, three of the four men were dead, leaving only one. Blood was gushing from his arm, but he still stood stubbornly in place.

The barbarians were so terrified they dared not breathe, even though their king had been killed.

"Who are you?" Song Shi'an asked.

“Reporting to the Young Grand Secretary,” Zang Tu raised his head and said, “I am Zang Tu.”

"What king?" Song Shi'an asked.

"Prince Lang."

"That's much easier to remember."

With the hassle of remembering names gone, Song Shi'an smiled easily. "Now, your name is Song Tu."

Song Shi'an looked into his eyes and made a calm decision.

Upon hearing this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Before meeting Song Shi'an, the kings of Baiyue were all talking big, saying they would beat this man from the Central Plains to a pulp. But when they actually met him, who could resist calling him "Brother Song"?
Now, he, a man from the southern Yue region, has been given the surname 'Song'.

This person's surname is Song.

The Song surname is far more noble than surnames like Wei, Sun, and Chen!
He immediately knelt before Song Shi'an, placed his hands on the ground, and kowtowed heavily: "Song Tu, I swear to serve the young Grand Secretary to the death!"

The task of subjugation was completed so easily.

Four kings were laid off, leaving only one king.

This greatly increased the value of the king's title.

It also makes constraints simpler.

"Lang Wang Song Tu".

Song Shi'an slowly placed his hand on his head, gently patted it, and then said to the barbarians behind him, "This is your new king!"

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

All the barbarians knelt and worshipped the new king in unison.

Slowly turning his head, looking at everyone in disbelief, Song Tu's desire for power reached its peak.

Although many of his men died, the number of them was not much more than the original ones he brought. However, with Song Shi'an's endorsement, it meant that the remaining three kings' territories would also belong to him.

"Your Highness, rise."

"Yes!"

Song Tu stood up, then turned around and stood to the side and in front of Song Shi'an. Looking at his army, he picked up the knife that Song Shi'an had just given him. His blood was boiling with ambition, and before Song Shi'an could ask him to do anything, he volunteered, "Young Grand Secretary, Song Tu is willing to be the vanguard to attack Shiting and clear out those barbarians for you!"

.........

"Song Shi'an is winning like this, isn't anyone going to do anything about it?!"

In Nanjing, during a meeting of the elders, someone, leaning on a cane, angrily struck the ground, expressing his deep dissatisfaction with the current situation.

"They made a good deal to negotiate with Song Shi'an, but when it comes to earning military merit, they all rush to the front for a pittance of official positions. Aren't they ashamed of themselves!"

"Speaking of official positions, isn't Sun Qi the main culprit?"

"Yes, please answer, Grandfather Sun, why did Sun Qi know in advance that Chen Huo was going to join Song Shi'an?"

"And how did Sun Jinhua end up being promised to Song Shi'an, and then being sent directly to the military camp!"

All eyes were focused on the eldest and most prestigious Grandfather Sun.

He sat there calmly, unperturbed by the crowd.

On the contrary, he remained quite composed and asked calmly, "Did you all invite me from Quyang just to interrogate me?"

He was a senior figure with a high position, and although this remark displeased them, no one dared to confront him directly at that moment.

“You all know who is truly corrupt,” Sun Taigong smiled and said bluntly, “Do I have a problem? No, I simply lost.”

Speechless, everyone looked away, utterly speechless.

It's all been exposed.

They weren't being unreasonable; they were just trying to shift the blame after losing.

Who would be the mole at this time?

Grandfather Sun lost so much grain, sent so many people, and even kept such a fat Huaijun Daddy in Yangzhou, all just to promote Sun Qi's official position?
Do you think people are just lucky?

After easily defeating the assembled scholars in a debate, Grandfather Sun, leaning on his scepter, rose and walked out of the hall, leaving behind only a profound sigh:

"Gentlemen, let us follow the will of Heaven." (End of Chapter)