myself? Pu Cunxi was so frightened that he turned back quickly and looked behind him. There was only a small snow-covered courtyard behind him, and there was no one else. Pu Cunxi breathed a sigh of relief.
"You scared me!"
Pu Cunxi questioned, so frightened that he thought that Yan Mobei was a ghost, and he was behind him.
"I didn't scare you." Qin Shan said solemnly, "Since Xiao Yi has released the words of Zangfeng, Yan Mobei has nowhere to go. A few days later, when people from various sects come to him, will he be successful? If you go to the West Qiang lackeys, you will naturally see the difference."
He was mysterious, no matter how Xi Chenshui and Pu Cunxi pressed him, Qin Shan would not say a single word. No way, the two of them can only look forward to the group meeting in a few days with a restless heart.
However, beyond everyone's imagination, and even beyond Qin Shan's expectations, before Xiao Yi gathered the heroes of the various sects, the Xiqiang people had already broken through the western border. The soldiers who were quick and whipped, with the bloody military situation in the sky, rushed to the capital.
The border city of the Western Regions was destroyed! Tens of thousands of people died under the sword of the Western Qiang.
This news shook the court and the opposition.
For a time, the Central Plains, the court and the public, were a little anxious. Afterwards, news came one by one that the defeated army of 50,000 frontiers was killed in the desert, and Mingwei, the general defender of the frontier, was cut off and hung on the city wall. Biancheng missed one after another, and Daqi's territory was missing a huge corner overnight!
And it was the rookie under the Xiqiang Throne who led the army to break through the first city at the border and cut off the head of the general Mingwei Xiang, the Tiger General Greige.
Greige, he has another well-known name in the Central Plains - Yan, Mo, Bei!
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It was clearly early spring, but the western fortress, which had just experienced a bloodbath, did not have the cheerful atmosphere of welcoming spring at all. Every household of the common people kept their doors tightly closed, for fear of causing death, so they did not dare to go out easily. However, there was all-night laughter from outside the city, and it was all the Western Qiang people who had entered the city to have fun.
"General Gotze has been frowning. Are the beauties here not to your liking?"
The right general of the Western Qiang King Mu Li laughed, holding a half-dressed woman in his arms, but when he spoke, his hand had already reached into the woman's blouse, and he was groping randomly. Many of the Xi Qiang soldiers beside him had even unbuttoned the beautiful women's clothes and began to live happily on the spot. All of a sudden, the charcoal-fired house was smoky, and the sound of lewdness and extravagance could be heard everywhere.
The man in white, known as General Gotze, was sitting in front of the window with a cup in his hand. He didn't seem to be moved by the lascivious words in front of him. Hearing this, he raised his head and drank the wine in the cup and turned around.
Under the flickering candle, the man's face lit up.
Different from these rude Western Qiang men, the man in white has black hair and black eyes unique to the Central Plains, and his face is handsome and elegant, with a bit of Confucianism. The two temperaments are even more handsome.
With such an outstanding appearance, the geishas who were rudely occupied by the Xiqiang people and were precarious could not help but secretly glance at him a few more times.
Noticing the distraction of the woman in his arms, Mu Li was a little unhappy, he pushed the woman away, didn't care about the other party's screams, walked to the man in white, and said somewhat provocatively: "General Gotze seems to be a little dissatisfied. Haha, I forgot, General Gotze has half the blood of the Central Plains pig on his body, is it because he is distressed for the Central Plains people?"
When he said this, other soldiers also let go of the beauty in their arms. The heads on the items of the soldiers in the Central Plains are the proof that they go back to ask for credit. If Greggote's words are not good at this time, he is afraid that it will cause most of the military's dissatisfaction. From their point of view, the defeated army in the Central Plains will be killed if they are killed. Is it possible to support them
"General Muli did something wrong about killing soldiers." The man in white casually put down his cup and deftly avoided Muli's provocation.
"Oh." Muli sneered, "Gete, do you really regard those Central Plains pigs as your clan?"
"At the moment the winter is over, the army is living in the city and needs labor. Compared with ordinary people who have no power to tie chickens, the soldiers of the Central Plains are naturally the best slaves. When the spring comes, our family will migrate and farm, and we will also need a lot of manpower. The man in white said with a smile, but not a smile. "General Muli ordered to kill 40,000 young and strong laborers. When the king asks, will the general think how to answer?"
Muli was choked for a while, and he didn't know what to do. He was suffocating in his heart, and he was a little afraid of Gotze's words, and he was suddenly defeated. But when he came back to his senses and was about to continue to find fault, the man in white had already turned over and jumped down from the second floor.
In a few ups and downs, the figure has reached the distance.
"The hospitality of General Muli today will be reported in the future."
Leaving Muli who was so angry that he jumped to his feet, he could only vent his anger with the concubine beside him.
The man in white returned to the military tent alone and entered his tent. There were always soldiers standing guard outside his tent, and this time was no exception. On the surface, it is to protect the safety of General Huwei, but in fact it is to monitor him.
Surveillance
Now that he is back in the Central Plains, I am afraid that everyone will kill him. Is there still a need for surveillance? But the King of Xiqiang never relaxed on this point.
Greige, or Yan Mobei chuckled lightly, unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, and poured it into the bed tent. He lay in the account, his muscles rose and fell slightly with his breathing, and soon he was sweating. And his breathing gradually became faster.
Today, the drink was mixed with some fun medicine, but he didn't realize it until halfway through the drink. If he hadn't come back early, he might have been caught in the plans of Muli's gang.
Yan Mobei smiled bitterly, an unnatural blush hit his cheeks, the medicinal properties gradually infected his mind, Yan Mobei barely kept half awake, and while alerting the movement outside, he stretched out his hand and took out a piece to carry on his body. of cloth.
The piece of cloth was carefully folded and apparently kept carefully. However, probably because it is often reminiscent of people, it is already a bit worn out.
Yan Mobei didn't care, he put the half-old piece of cloth in front of him, took a deep breath, and his breathing became more rapid. He freed one hand, moved up and down under him, and gasped slightly from the corner of his mouth. Yan Mobei closed his eyes, as if he was reminiscing about someone through the scent of the cloth, and the eyes that occasionally appeared were full of aggression and hunger.
By the time he was finally satisfied, the time for a cup of tea had passed. Yan Mobei carefully put the cloth back in his arms and put it away. When cleaning himself, he remembered something, and his face flushed, and he was completely different from when he was shamelessly addicted to playing with cloth.
"General Gotze!
At this time, a call came from outside the account, calling back his mind. Yan Mobei's eyes froze, then he packed his clothes, and when he opened the tent door, he was already indifferent and indifferent to the people in front of him.
"What's up?"
"The king sent an envoy to come and call you for something."
Yan Mobei squinted, "I know."
When Yan Mobei entered the tent, the envoy of the King of the Western Qiang had been waiting for a while. There was only one person in the account, and no one else. Yan Mobei stayed at the entrance of the tent for a while and stepped forward.
"messenger."
"General Gotze."
The special envoy of the King of Xiqiang congratulated him, "This time the frontier fortress was successfully captured, and the king is very happy. The general has contributed greatly!"
"To do something for the king, I just do my best." Yan Mobei seemed to have a sneer in his eyes, "I don't know what happened when the special envoy came, but someone from the elders in my sect angered the noble and accidentally fell into the river?"
"This..." The special envoy looked embarrassed, "What happened to Senior Brother was completely unexpected."
The messenger pretended to say, "We never thought that after a dispute with the second prince, he would unfortunately fall into the water. But the general can rest assured that the senior brother has news."
The messenger said in a low voice, "Today, there is a report from Guan Nei, that senior brother was rescued by the people from the Central Plains, but he became a pawn in their hands. The people from the Central Plains will hold a gathering of heroes soon. General Gotze, Wang is very concerned about this matter. "
Yan Mobei sneered in his heart, but his face cooperated: "Whatever the king commands, I will obey."
"Wang believes that this is the right time. The secret book that entered Xiao Yiran's hands may be in Shaolin's hands." The messenger said, "General Wang Ling sneaked into the Central Plains and waited for an opportunity to retrieve the secret book."
Central Plains, Mad Swordsman Xiao Yiran, Secret Book.
Hearing those familiar names, the first thing Yan Mobei thought of was the face that haunted him.
He said calmly: "Getze obeys."
The messenger patted his shoulder with relief, "General Gotze, don't forget that your mother is the blood of the king's relatives, and you have the most noble blood of the Xiqiang. The king trusts you as he trusts his own child. And now you The divisions are all recuperating on the territory of the Western Qiang. The general has completed the task and just went back to meet them."
This combination of hard and soft acts can be regarded as blocking Yan Mobei's back road.
"When does the king want me to leave?" Yan Mobei asked.
The messenger showed a smile, "Leaving today. This trip—" He stretched out his hand and patted Yan Mobei's shoulder eagerly, "Don't disappoint the king."
Well concealing the emotions in his eyes, Yan Mobei bowed his head and respectfully agreed.
And it was not until after the messenger left that he raised his head, and those silent black eyes released a cold, wolf-like light.
Let him go back to the Central Plains
The Xiqiang people thought they had grasped his handle and could sit back and relax, but they didn't know there was a word called "Let the tiger return to the mountain!"
In the Central Plains, there are still people waiting for him.
Yan Mobei raised the corner of his mouth, in a happy mood, but when he walked out of the tent, his expression turned down again, and he became a taciturn Greige.
"General!"
The guarding soldiers saluted respectfully. For some reason, they felt that General Gotze seemed a little different after seeing the messenger, like a beast eagerly waiting to catch its prey.
In a small town in the south of the Yangtze River far away in the Central Plains, someone who was serving tea and drinking slowly sneezed abruptly.
Qin Shan touched his nose, and rarely felt a little flustered.
Before the one-year period expires, someone is coming back.