There was a strong smell of wine in the air, and there were sizzling barbecue grills on piles of bonfires, and there were people wrestling with each other, and the onlookers burst out from time to time. It seems that no matter where the military celebration scene is the same, rough and noisy.
Qianye lay flat in the canopy of a dense tree, with his hands behind his head, his eyes reflected the deep blue night sky, and the twin Alpha stars that almost occupied half of the sky.
The days under the Iron Curtain have been too long, and even seeing the Crimson Moon feels kind.
Zhao Jundu suddenly appeared among the branches and leaves, sat down beside him, and asked, "Are you running away from drinking or fighting?"
"Both." Qianye replied honestly, and then showed a trace of helplessness on his face. He just knew that he already had such a resounding reputation in the Zhao Clan team.
The Zhao Clan is a martial artist, the private army is fierce, and those who have survived to this day after months of bloody battles are all veterans of hundreds of battles. There was no distinction between top and bottom on this kind of occasion, so Qianye really felt the enthusiasm of Yanyun Iron Cavalry. When he overturned at least one company in the wrestling, and drank with more than half of the soldiers present, Finally couldn't hold it any longer, and ran to the tree here.
"Next, the team will rest for five days, and then we will see the changes in the Iron Curtain and the imperial family's orders before making a decision." Zhao Jundu said, "What are your plans?"
"I want to go back to Heiliu City to have a look. The Iron Curtain may open at any time. The Nangong Family suffered a big loss last time, and I'm afraid they won't give up."
"If you are worried about Song Zining, you don't have to. Although Nangong is arrogant, he is not stupid. Song Zining is so popular now, unless the Nangong family doesn't want to be promoted to a powerful family, otherwise they will not kill him openly for the sake of fame. Besides, as Song Zining, At the beginning, I just killed some of their two side branches and some vassals, so this matter can be settled by losing money."
Qianye shook his head and said, "I am the one who has a grudge against the Nangong family."
Zhao Jundu frowned, "Nangong Xiaofeng injured Yuying, Lord You did not let go of his reconciliation with Nangong's family. If they still dare to find you, I will let them know, even if there is no Iron Curtain, It's not their turn to bully me, Clan Zhao."
At this moment, Qianye heard that Zhao Jundu only knew part of the grievances between him and the Nangong family. Zhao Yuying didn't seem to have mentioned the matter of Nangong Xiaoniao, but Qianye didn't have the idea of letting the Zhao clan stand out for him, so he said immediately: "I can handle this myself."
Zhao Jundu didn't let go of the gloomy eyebrows, and said: "The empire has rules, bloody battles are bloody battles. Of course, everyone in the world obeys, but it is easy to block the open gun, but hard to guard against the dark arrow. Since this matter started because of Yuying, It is only natural that I, the Zhao Clan, come forward."
Qianye thought for a while and said, "I have my own account to settle with them, and some things cannot be measured by benefits."
Zhao Jundu is so smart, he immediately recognized his implication. Negotiations between aristocratic families are nothing more than trade-offs. Even Zhao Yuying's status is nothing more than a bargaining chip on the negotiation table between the two big families, but the value is different.
However, if Song Zining hadn't turned the tide and created a miracle in the battle of Heiliu, what would have happened? Although it was a great victory in the end, Qianye was not going to forget what the Nangong family had done, and wanted to end this grievance in his own way.
The two fell silent for a moment.
The atmosphere in the big school field over there is still enthusiastic, and after passing through the lush branches and leaves, there are some joyful notes left, making this small world extraordinarily quiet and peaceful.
Zhao Jundu suddenly said: "Actually, when I was young, I hated you the most."
Qianye was startled, and turned to look. In the sparse shadows of the tree crowns, Zhao Jundu's flawless face was still so dazzling that it would reveal brilliance.
"It's the first time I saw my mother cry, secretly, behind everyone's back. I know it's because of you."
"You are sitting by the window, a small one, not much longer than... the vase."
"I pushed you down on the bed, you struggled for a long time, sat up by yourself, pushed you down, and sat up again. You are so stupid, you can't even cry."
"I couldn't speak until I was two years old."
"Father sees that I always go to your yard, and thinks I like you very much."
"The nanny who took care of you at the beginning was a little lazy. After taking a bath, she often didn't dry your hair completely. Once, you were blown by the wind, and you had a fever, and your face was red and hot, but you didn't cry. You just said, it hurts."
Zhao Jundu's words were intermittent, not even describing a complete matter, as if he was speaking more for himself. His expression was very calm, and his eyes were fixed on a point in the void, as if he could see the long river of time flowing backwards.
Qianye listened patiently, that was also his life, although he had no memory of it.
The wind whizzed past the land of Yongye, the branches and leaves shook, the rustling sound became louder and louder, Zhao Jundu's slightly cold voice became more fragmented, and at some point, it stopped completely.
In the early morning, Qianye quietly left and returned to Heiliu.
When Qianye returned to Heiliu City, he almost didn't recognize the lively and noisy city in front of him. It was already ten o'clock in the evening when he arrived, but the gate of the city was not closed, and there was a long queue of various convoys and people waiting to pay to enter the city.
The city is also brightly lit, and the voices of boiling people and even music can be vaguely heard.
Qianye squeezed into the crowd, the dark fire officer at the city gate recognized him, and immediately saluted, "Master Qianye, you are back!" Then he desperately made a way out of the crowd.
Qianye stepped into the city, stunned by the scene in front of him, almost forgot to ask the dark fire officer.
On the main road leading directly to the west city gate, the crowd can be described as rubbing shoulders. There are many small stalls in the open air on both sides of the road, selling everything, and there are even dancers circling in the street.
Qianye was speechless for a while, looking up at the sky, the gray iron curtain fell like a curtain. If not, he would have almost forgotten that Heiliu City was still within the scope of the bloody battlefield.
"How is this going?"
"The Hidden Spring Merchant Group is here! This time they will stay for three days!" There was a hint of excitement in the voice of the Darkfire officer that could not be concealed.
Life in Eternal Night Continent is monotonous and boring most of the time. Since its establishment, Heiliu City has been only a third-rate city, and it is located on the border. Caravans are also mainly practical, and luxury goods are rarely seen, let alone a large business group like Yinquan, which ranks high in the empire.
Hidden spring? Ah Qi, Ah Jiu, and the place where the lost Seventeen was born. Something pricked Qianye's heart slightly.
Then Qianye remembered that Song Zining had urged him to go to the big city to watch the performance of the Yinquan Merchant Group, and buy some good things along the way, but he refused every time. Unexpectedly, Song Zining had the ability to bring Yinquan to Heiliu City.
The bloody battle is not over yet!
Qianye's face suddenly turned black, looked at the noisy street ahead, and asked, "Why are there so many people in the city?"
It turned out that after Song Zining began to accept the family team to join, more and more people came to Heiliu City. These are the children of the real nobles from the upper continent. Even if the life in wartime is simpler, the original supply of Heiliu City is too rough and meager.
Of course, the children of those aristocratic families will not be short of money. Song Zining has his own means in this regard, so gradually various business groups come to Heiliu City to trade, and the flow of people is increasing. Until the Hidden Spring Merchant Group, which was touring across the continents, claimed that they would hold a three-day performance in Heiliu City, which brought the excitement to its peak.
Even though Heiliu City was located under the Iron Curtain, there was still an endless stream of people coming from other parts of Sanhe County and even surrounding counties.
Thinking of the dark army gathered in the mountainous area of No. 87 hundreds of kilometers away, and looking at the extremely lively neighborhood in front of him, Qianye already didn't know what to say. How does this look like a frontline theater
When Qianye walked into the gate of the dark fire base, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This place is still very normal and everything is in order. The sentry towers and watchtowers are heavily guarded, and the cold light of guns is occasionally reflected from various commanding heights, while the long bugle is sounding on the side of the university field, it should be the end of the evening drill.
Qianye met Song Hu at the entrance of the main building, who had just finished handling military affairs for a day, and asked that Song Zining was in the small school yard next to the armory, so he went straight to find him.
However, Qianye felt a little strange while walking. It is rare to see Song Zining practicing seriously at ordinary times. It is said that his martial arts comes from the comprehension of calligraphy and painting, and he doesn't even go to virtual combat much, let alone practicing firearms and weapons in the small school at this late hour.
The small school yard is the northernmost part of the armory, an open space in front of a spare airship warehouse, which is exclusively used by several senior officers of Dark Fire for open-air practice.
The original force lights were brightly lit in the small venue, and the two rusty doors of the warehouse were open. A small trailer was placed beside the door, and there were various melee weapons and firearms on it.
At this time, there is a reclining chair in front of the trailer. The material seems to be some kind of rare wood. The handwork is very delicate and the lines are smooth. When you see it, you will feel very comfortable lying on it.
Qianye recognized from a distance that the person sleeping on the couch was Song Zining, and he was completely speechless at this moment.
Of course, there are other people who are doing firearms training. There is a ball of white light hovering on the small school field. It is a melee weapon in the shape of a long-handled saber, which is most suitable for the front army to charge.
Qianye watched the ball of white light swirling around, slashing horizontally, and slashing obliquely. Although the moves were a little monotonous, they were light and smooth. It was obvious that people with knives were very suitable for using such heavy weapons.
But why is the overall position of this group of white light so low
At this time, the white light faded, revealing a small figure, and the long knife flew up, drawing an arc and falling into the trailer where the weapon was placed, without making any sound.
Qianye stared at the little figure in a daze, and a strange idea suddenly popped up in his mind, is there something wrong with Zhu Ji's early childhood education
Zhu Ji stood where she was, stroked her slightly curly hair, and then pulled her ancient dress-style skirt. Then, like a cannonball, she rushed towards Song Zining, skillfully climbed onto his lap, and sat upright. .
Song Zining moved, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Zhu Ji who was sitting gracefully on his lap, as if at a banquet, and showed a faint smile with unknown meaning. Then he turned his head, looked at Qianye, and said with a smile, "You're back?"