"War? Just for this?" The girl's answer made Qianye feel a little unbelievable. Is this lively and beautiful girl still a war madman
"Of course it's for this! You get military merit in war, and you get money if you have military merit. I've made it clear that Daqin has no restrictions on exchanging military merit this time."
"So you're not from the Empire, are you?" Qianye asked.
The girl was startled, and a dangerous look flashed in her eyes.
Qianye leaned on the console, folded his hands, and said calmly: "Okay, put down the gun you hid under the cloak, it's useless to me. Even if I stand still and let you bombard me, it won't kill me .”
The girl hesitated for a moment, then slowly pulled out a pistol from under the cloak and put it on the ground. Although it looked like a pistol, it was many times larger than a normal model, and the single muzzle was the size of a fist.
The barrel of this gun was so thick that the corners of Qianye's eyes couldn't help twitching slightly, inexplicably thinking of Zhao Yuying's "Kaishan". If such a thick gun was as powerful as the size of the barrel, Qianye even doubted whether the recoil from a single shot would break the girl's small wrist.
"I don't want to shoot you. Just now, I was just a little scared. You took me to Heiliu City, and I haven't paid your boat fare yet!" The girl tried hard to explain.
Qianye waved his hand and said, "Okay, that's not important. But, you really just want to fight to earn military merit? The bloody battlefield is huge, why do you have to go to Heiliu City?"
"Because only there are big battles to fight, and that is the battlefield that suits me."
Qianye raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Where are you from? It sounds like you have fought many battles."
The girl hesitated for a while and said, "I am a Gaohu man, and I am seventeen years old. I started to fight when I was ten years old. We Gaohu people are qualified fighters when we are ten years old."
"Gaohu?" This term is somewhat familiar, Qianye suddenly remembered something, and asked in surprise: "Is that the race that specializes in producing fighters?"
The girl said: "We Gaohu people are born warriors, and we live by it. We don't have a fixed home. Wherever there is war, that's where we live."
Qianye smiled and said, "But I heard that almost all Gaohu people are on the side of the rebel army. And I belong to the imperial army."
"That's because the imperial army gave too little money, and they always sent us to die. We are soldiers, not cannon fodder!" the girl argued.
"You said you were a Gaohu man, prove it to me."
The girl hesitated, slowly opened the cloak, and then unbuttoned the top, revealing the tight-fitting tactical vest inside. Her skin is wheat-colored, and has a soft luster, but what attracts attention is the several light silver lines on the surface of the skin, which look like the lines of the original force array.
Moreover, her left arm is half machine and half flesh, the mechanical parts go deep into the skin, and it has been integrated with the flesh and blood. It seems that it is because of this mechanical structure that she can burst out with a huge force that is not commensurate with her figure. She can swing a power hammer weighing nearly 100 kilograms, and she can also use extremely powerful guns and hand cannons.
"Sure enough!" Qianye felt relieved.
"You, you don't think we are monsters, do you?" the girl asked a little nervously.
"No, although I haven't seen it, at least I've heard of the Gaohu people. Then, tell me your name." Qianye motioned the girl to put on the clothes, covering the shockingly modified body.
"My name is Hei Yue, and I'm the youngest third-level reformed fighter in the clan! I'm very good!" The girl puffed out her small chest and looked very proud.
The Gaohu people are a strange race, they are small in number, wandering in various continents, and all of them are born fighters and mechanics. Gaohu is known for transforming warriors, combining the force machine with the body to create powerful warriors. In this regard, the Gaohu people were far ahead of the Qin Empire.
The empire has secretly carried out transformation experiments for many years, but when it reaches the second level of transformation at most, the experimental subjects will not be able to withstand the drastic changes in their bodies and will die. But the most famous reformed warrior of the Gaohu people can reach level five, which is completely a steel giant who can walk and think, and is a pure war machine.
After years of experiments, the empire has come to a preliminary conclusion that the transformation technology of the Gaohu people is related to their innate special physique, and if the imperial people want to achieve that strength, they must at least have the potential to become strong fighters above the thirteenth level , that also loses the meaning of transformation. When Qianye was in Red Scorpion, he had seen this conclusion before, but he did not have permission for the specific information.
At such a young age, Hei Yue has reached the sixth level of force and the third level of transformation fighter, which is really rare.
Seeing that she was indeed a Gaohu person, Qianye believed her previous explanation. Black Moon should indeed have come here for military rewards. Unexpectedly, the influence of the bloody battle is getting bigger and bigger, like a huge vortex, and the outer edge has gradually begun to involve other continents and other races.
"What would you do if you met other gauhus on the battlefield?"
"Of course it is fighting. Doing our best to let the opponent die on the battlefield is the highest respect we Gaohu people have for the opponent." Xiao Heiyue replied naturally.
Qianye was a little speechless. The Gaohu people were really a crazy race with unique beliefs, just like in the legend.
The airship was flying in the deep night, and the rhythmic sound of the engine had been heard for a long time, so it didn't feel so noisy. During the whole night's flight, Hei Yue seemed to be tireless, climbing up and down the entire airship, and would definitely open it up and take a look as long as it could be disassembled. She even climbed to the airbag on the top of the airship to study it for a long time.
Qianye just stood quietly in front of the console, not moving for several hours, only occasionally adjusting the height and direction of the airship.
"How can you stand alone for so long?" Hei Yue appeared beside Qianye more than once, asking curiously.
This little guy who couldn't rest for a moment couldn't understand why Qianye didn't move for such a long time, and couldn't even tell that he had changed his standing posture. Every time Qianye just laughed it off without answering.
Ever since he condensed into a blood core, Qianye suddenly felt that he had become much calmer. It was the silence waiting for a grand world to open before your eyes.
Under the Iron Curtain of Eternal Night, there are swords and swords, evil waves are raging, and a small town in the north is as peaceful as ever. As the transit hub for most of the imperial legions, as well as the striker headquarters of the Empire's Shuangbi, it may be the safest place on the human territory at the moment.
Even outside the Iron Curtain, the daylight of Eternal Night is very short, but it is only three o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun has tilted as if it will fall into the horizon in the next moment.
Lin Xitang walked slowly on the Qingshi Avenue in the small town, with only one entourage by his side. There is a distance from the headquarters to the residence, and he likes to walk back and forth. There were more soldiers in uniform than civilians in the city, and from time to time someone stopped to salute him.
Suddenly everyone looked up at the sky, and a long white cloud crossed half of the city and fell to the south of the city. This looks like the track left by a floating airship flying at high speed, but at this moment, there can only be one person, Zhang Boqian, who will pass directly over the small town in such a blatant manner.
Lin Xitang withdrew his gaze and continued to walk towards his residence in the south of the city. The person behind him was just like his name, Shi Yan, silently followed without saying a word.
His residence is actually a small temporary barracks set up in the style of a field battle. The two large tents in the central army belong to Lin Xitang and Zhang Boqian. Residence of senior officers of the Legion.
When Lin Xitang walked to his door, his outstretched hand stopped suddenly, and then the door opened automatically. He looked at the man in the cumbersome and formal royal clothes, was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "You're back?"
With Zhang Boqian's personality, he wouldn't wear such layered dresses on a daily basis. He left Yongye a few days ago and returned to the upper continent. Could it be that he went to the imperial capital and also participated in the Great Court Meeting
There was a haze between Zhang Boqian's brows, Yingwei's body stood there, like a towering mountain, bringing an extremely heavy sense of oppression. He looked straight into Lin Xitang's eyes with a pair of sharp phoenix eyes, and said coldly: "What's going on?!" As he said that, he threw something over his head and face with a wave of his hand.
Lin Xitang was startled, and before he reached out to take it, the stack stopped a foot in the air in front of him. It turned out to be some documents, but the format was not the one commonly used outside, but three or four folded parchment, which occasionally flashed. Pass the force of light. This is a special memorial for the imperial ministers. The array attached to it is actually a seal of force, indicating the identity of the writer.
Lin Xitang was familiar with government affairs, and at a glance, he could distinguish the emblems of several aristocratic families and court ministers, all of which belonged to high-ranking ministers and nobles above the marquis. In other words, these are not ordinary memorials, and should not appear here at all. Even if the content involves matters that need to be implemented, a copy should be sent, and the original copy will be sealed in the cabinet archives.
He stretched out his hand and gathered the memorials in his hand, without opening them for a closer look, he asked in a deep voice, "Did you take them out from the cabinet?"
Zhang Boqian was so angry that he laughed, "Lin Xitang, these are the memorials to impeach you at the court meeting."
Lin Xitang said indifferently: "Impeach me? Isn't this normal?" From the son of an earl to today's position, Lin Xitang can be said to have no enemies. up.
Zhang Boqian said sharply: "Then it's normal that even the backbone of your imperial party will follow you to impeach you for embezzling military achievements, exploiting layer after layer to fill your own pockets, disrupting the order of bloody battles, and forming cliques to attack dissidents?"
In fact, Lin Xitang just saw that those few emblems were all the department controlled by the upstarts, or the aristocratic families close to the imperial family. He didn't speak for a while, and was silent for a while, before he said lightly: "The separation and reunion of the court is nothing more than benefits. My loyalty is only to Your Majesty."
Zhang Boqian said coldly, "Although there is no respect for the Li family of Tang Dynasty in these memorials, there are many of their in-laws who were of the same age."
Lin Xitang raised his eyebrows, he didn't understand why Zhang Boqian suddenly mentioned about the current descendants, and he immediately heard him ask: "Is it your idea or His Majesty's to confer me the title of Qingyang King?"
Lin Xitang remained silent, and after a while he said helplessly, "Is there a difference?"
Zhang Boqian's title was designated as Qingyang King, of course it was not because the cabinet was lazy and didn't come up with a new word. The Qingyang Zhang clan is a family of four princes, extremely prominent, but Zhang Boqian is obsessed with martial arts and seldom cares about common affairs. The lineage of the Duke of Dan he inherited is not in charge of the Zhang clan.
Zhang Boqian's appointment as king would have had an impact on the balance of power within the Zhang Clan, but the imperial family directly conferred the symbol of Zhang Clan, the word Qingyang, on him, which unsurprisingly exacerbated this contradiction. At least in the upcoming Triennial Ceremony of the Empire, it will become a very delicate question whether the position belonging to Zhang Clan will be occupied by King Qingyang or the current Clan Lord Hui Guogong.
The intention of the imperial family is nothing more than to cause some trouble for the first family who owns the newly promoted heavenly king, but at the same time it is also a majestic conspiracy. Even if the Zhang family can see it clearly, there will be a period of internal political turmoil .
Zhang Boqian sneered, "It doesn't matter at first. Why do you think I am going to the imperial capital? Do you know that the woman in Jiaofang Palace wants to marry me?"