In the camp, Wen Qingzhu listened to the guard's report.
The day before the White Wolf tribe began to attack Yonghe Pass, the Huns were preparing to break through Shuangfeng Mountain.
Fortunately, Fu Lie and Lu Chengen were well prepared, and the Huns were never able to break in.
"Then have you received any news from the prince from outside the customs?" Wen Qingzhu stood in front of the sand table and looked at the terrain of Shuangfeng Mountain.
Outside the pass are rolling hills, and less than a hundred miles away are flat grasslands.
On the contrary, the terrain inside the pass is more complicated.
The guard standing behind him clenched the hilt of the knife at his waist and said hesitantly: "Yesterday, the prince sent a message back, but he did not give it directly to us."
Wen Qingzhu turned sideways and looked at the guard in front of him intently, looking him up and down.
"Speaking of which, I really wish I had never seen you. You are definitely not from the Fu Jiajun. Are you from the Lu Jiajun?"
"Sir, I used to be the guard of Yonghe Pass. I came out of the Lu Army six years ago. I was not supposed to be the guard. But General Guo went out to the pass and General Ling disappeared while patrolling the mountains the day before yesterday. I just-- "
A gust of wind blew up, and Beidou placed his sword on his neck.
The guard's voice stopped suddenly, and Wen Qingzhu looked at him coldly: "Why didn't you send this kind of news back?"
Fu Lie's soldiers did come back yesterday, one came to her side and the other went to Yonghe Pass.
The remaining guard did not know the content of the message.
After thinking about it, there is only one possibility, that is, neither Fu Lie nor Lu Chengen trust this person.
"Sir! What are you doing?" The guard squinted at Beidou next to him. He was so stiff that he didn't dare to move.
After circling around the guard, Wen Qingzhu suddenly asked a question: "You are not from the Fu Jiajun, nor from the Lu Jiajun, then who are you from?"
"Isn't it obvious? In addition to them, there are people from the Zhao Jiajun here in Dingyuan! Their subordinates are—"
Before he finished speaking, Wen Qingzhu directly interjected: "Zhao Lin and the three major families in Linzhou have been arrested. The evidence of colluding with the Huns is conclusive."
Stopping in front of the guard, Wen Qingzhu's dark eyes were filled with coldness, and his voice was solemn: "Whose do you belong to?"
Forced to this point, the guard finally couldn't bear it anymore and prepared to commit suicide by taking poison.
Beidou struck first and knocked him unconscious.
His body fell softly to the ground. Beidou glanced at Wen Qingzhu, and immediately she raised her hand. Beidou took out a medicine bottle from his arms, poured a pill out of it and fed it to the person on the ground.
As Wen Qingzhu turned around, the captain of the secret guard quietly appeared in front of her and asked in a low voice: "What are your orders, sir?"
"The camp here has been infiltrated. The situation at Fu Lie's side is critical. You stay and control the situation. I will make it easier for you. No one will see it."
The secret guards thought about the tools they brought this time and did not take this into consideration, so they did not have enough materials.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Wen Qingzhu took out his dagger and asked Beidou to put the guard down behind him.
She took the medicine box, prepared the medicinal materials, and whispered: "If you don't have enough materials, make it yourself."
The dagger rested just below the guard's jaw...
More than an hour later, someone outside the camp reported something: "General! I have something to report!"
Withdrawing his blood-stained hand, Wen Qingzhu replied calmly: "Your general is ill. If you have anything to say, just tell him outside."
The young general who reported it frowned. Was he discovered
After hesitating for a moment, he persisted: "We found traces of General Ling in the back mountain, should we send someone to investigate?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the curtain was suddenly opened.
A cold face suddenly appeared in front of him, which scared him so much that he almost backed away.
Fortunately, his psychological quality was strong enough. The young general managed to stabilize himself and asked in a normal tone: "Master Wen, there is no general in the army now. If you can report to General Ling to find him back -"
"No need!" Wen Qingzhu stepped aside, and the guard leaning against the cave appeared in front of him.
He raised his hand and said weakly: "General Ling, leave this place to me. I will not let him down."
The young general raised his foot and wanted to go in, but when he saw Wen Qingzhu still standing aside, he forced himself to stop and asked anxiously: "What's going on, Lord Guard?"
Wen Qingzhu turned around and walked inside while saying, "He was poisoned, but he never found out. I just helped him detoxify him, and I've already determined that General Ling will not come back."
The young man at the door hesitated for a moment and then followed in.
When they arrived at the collapse, the young general saw two bowls of black blood beside the collapse, and a strange smell of blood filled the air.
He felt worse and worse, always feeling that the guard in front of him was a different person.
"I have already solved your problem for you. In about an hour or two, 10,000 troops will arrive. This is a military talisman. You should keep it."
With that said, Wen Qingzhu took out a military talisman and handed it to the guard.
When the young general behind him saw the soldier talisman, his heart skipped a beat. He was sure that this was a real soldier talisman!
After briefly explaining some things, Wen Qingzhu left with Beidou.
After about a quarter of an hour, the young general was sure that no one would come in, so he carefully sat on the edge of the cave and reached out to hold the guard's hand: "Are you okay?"
"It's okay. It's your side. Is there any news from the master?" The guard sat up. When he withdrew his hand, the young general immediately stood up and arched his back slightly, making a defensive posture.
The guard frowned and looked at him: "What are you doing?"
The two looked at each other for a long time, and the young general finally felt relieved and took out a letter from his sleeve: "Master said, let us try to keep Wen Qingzhu as much as possible."
"No! She has already begun to doubt me! If I hadn't poisoned myself, I wouldn't have been able to clear away my suspicions."
The guard turned and stood up, the strange smell of blood on his body getting stronger and stronger.
He walked to the cabinet and carefully put the soldier charms away.
When he was about to turn around, he staggered and almost fell. The young general hurried over to hold him up and took the opportunity to touch his chin.
Except for a strange cold feeling, it doesn't seem to be much different from before.
"The remaining poison in my body has not been completely cleared yet. Help me sit down quickly. I may need to leave the next thing to you."
The young general helped him sit down with confidence. Just when he was about to ask questions, his neck was suddenly twisted and he lost his breath in an instant.
The guard stood up and opened the couch. Inside was a corpse with its face and hands skinned off. Its frightened eyes were bulging out, as if it was a corpse that refused to rest in peace.
After throwing the young general's body in and putting it away, the guard called the other secret guards to come out and assigned someone to change into the young general's clothes.
"From today on, you go out at night and I will take care of things during the day."
After leaving the Shuangfeng Mountain pass, Wen Qingzhu wore a helmet and mask, rode a horse, and looked into the distance.
After calculating the time, the secret guard captain should have taken care of this matter.
Looking back at the newly built Great Wall, Wen Qingzhu's face was as dark as water, hoping that he could hide it for a while.
The two of them galloped for more than an hour and arrived at the small undulating earth mound.
Wen Qingzhu soon discovered the traces left by Fu Jiajun.
After identifying it again and again, she determined a direction to the west.
Looking up to the west, Wen Qingzhu was very surprised: "Why did Fu Lie run that way?"
Following the traces left by Fu Jiajun, Wen Qingzhu mounted his horse again and called Beidou to continue setting off.
Unexpectedly, Beidou waved his hand and pointed in the north direction, signaling that someone was coming.
Wen Qingzhu immediately dismounted and lurked with Beidou.
About half an hour later, there was a sound of bells coming from the front.
Wen Qingzhu squinted and looked over, seeing a group of merchants who seemed to be transporting goods.
As they got closer, Wen Qingzhu discovered that the wheel marks left on the ground were very shallow.
The carriage is empty!
Although these people were not facing Shuangfeng Mountain, Wen Qingzhu knew very well that they were definitely going to Shuangfeng Mountain.
As they got closer and closer, they soon passed by them.
Wen Qingzhu was thinking about which group they were from when Beidou suddenly jumped out, waving a heavy sword and looking directly in the direction behind Wen Qingzhu.
Following the sound of weapons being exchanged, a man shouted in Chinese dialect: "Stop! We are just businessmen!"
Beidou gave him a strange look, and his men moved faster and faster.
The man opposite him immediately changed his mind and shouted in Hun dialect: "We are our own people!"
Beidou paused for a moment. The man thought he had been saved and said quickly: "Brother, are you from the Asan tribe, or are you from Tianying City?"
After a moment of silence, there was a rustling sound in his ears. Beidou no longer hesitated and looked directly over.
This time the man couldn't avoid it, and a knife fell on his shoulder.
Blood burst out instantly, and before he could scream, Beidou had already ended his life with one knife.
Wen Qingzhu stood up from the ambush hole and saw Beidou wiping the handle of his knife with the coat of the corpse on the ground.
Walking up to him, Wen Qingzhu carefully inspected the man's clothes and belongings.
After searching around, there was nothing strange about it.
While she was deep in thought, Beidou suddenly roared.
Wen Qingzhu immediately stood up and looked in the direction of Beidou. On the dirt bag in the south, a figure wearing a black cloak was revealed.
He looked at Wen Qingzhu intently, and then Wen Qingzhu made a "hello" gesture in the Xiongnu language.
The black cloak didn't react at all and left after a moment.
Wen Qingzhu breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, that person didn't come over.
Whether they were friends or foes, they were discovered.
The weather was very gloomy, with layers of dark clouds overhead, which made people breathless.
The grassland is endless and flat, and the cold wind blows over, like a razor blade scraping a person's face.
Wen Qingzhu greeted Beidou to continue moving forward.
As night fell, Wen Qingzhu and the others came to a river. The water level was very low, and most of the river bed was exposed.
The night was cold and the wind picked up.
Beidou took out a warm fur cloak, handed it to Wen Qingzhu, and asked her to put it on.
After putting it on, I felt much warmer.
Wen Qingzhu stood by the river and did not leave. The traces left by Fu Jiajun disappeared here.
There is still a lot of mud in the middle of the river bed, and there are countless messy footprints on it.
"What's going on?" Wen Qingzhu felt very uneasy. Why did the traces disappear here
Just when she was confused, Beidou suddenly made a warning sound.
Wen Qingzhu turned around and saw three black figures slowly approaching in the dark night in the distance.
Beidou was very uneasy, and he kept making "ho-ho" warnings in his throat.
Thinking of the man in the black cloak during the day, Wen Qingzhu felt that they might not need to leave in such a hurry.
After comforting Beidou, Wen Qingzhu stood on the river bed and waited patiently.
Since she couldn't trace the traces of Fu Jiajun, she always had to find a way to start from other places.
About two-quarters of an hour later, the three black figures stopped five feet away from them.
"Is your stuff ready?"
Without any warning, the other party suddenly spoke in pure Hun dialect.
When Wen Qingzhu heard this, he realized that there was something interesting about it.
She pondered for a moment, how should she answer this time
The man opposite seemed a little impatient: "We are already here and the goods are ready. What's going on here?"
Facing their pressing steps, Wen Qingzhu replied thoughtfully: "We have a problem here."