When we walked out of Yin Hotel, the sky was already dark.
Rumbles of thunder continued to be heard in the clouds.
Seeing that it was going to rain again, Luo Heng's pace speeded up a lot.
When he reached Chengnan Street, he suddenly stopped and looked towards the end of the street unconsciously.
From the far end, there were several galloping horses galloping towards them.
There was a sound of horse hooves, and the ground shook faintly.
The speed of the galloping horse was very fast, and it flew across the street in an instant, heading towards the southern suburbs of the city.
Luo Heng's eyes narrowed, looking at the running horse figure running away from the dust, with a little surprise in his eyes.
"Xuanwu and... Suzaku?"
He could clearly see that among the knights who were leading the way, one of them was Xuanwu, whom he had just met yesterday at a restaurant outside the city.
And the other person...
Not only is she dressed in flying fish brocade clothes, but she is also a girl.
Apart from the embroidered guards, who could be Suzaku, who has inherited the position of governor for generations?
Suzakus from generation to generation, and strange women from generation to generation.
Especially for this generation of Suzaku, when Luo Heng first read the book, he felt that rather than saying that she was the supervisor of embroidery, it would be more appropriate to say that she was a killer who had no emotions.
She is completely different from Xuanwu.
Xuanwu was loyal to the emperor, patriotic, and compassionate to the people of the world. He was willing to be an unknown hero and plunged into the northern border, where he would spend his whole life.
But Suzaku didn't have any of this.
She doesn't know what loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness are, she only knows how to obey her boss.
She will kill whomever her boss tells her to kill.
It makes no difference to her whether the person she kills is good or evil, innocent or full of evil.
"Suzaku actually came to Linxi?"
Luo Heng frowned slightly, thinking secretly.
In just a few days, the small Linxi County has suddenly become stormy.
There are already four powerful masters of light.
They all have their own thoughts and unclear goals.
"What a troubled time."
Luo Heng shook his head, took steps again, and headed towards Sanwei Bookstore.
It's a blessing, not a curse, but it's a curse that cannot be avoided.
If these people were really coming for him, he would... block them all to protect the young girl at home.
…
Boom!
The northern border is Luoyan Pass.
The heavy rain poured down, making the slightly desolate and vast land feel cool.
Inside the turret at the head of the city.
General Yanqiu of Zhenbei stared at the falling heavy rain, with a hint of sadness in his brows.
The confidants he sent south have not contacted him for several days.
This is not normal.
Yanqiu suspected that they might have been in danger, or even... dead.
Otherwise, there is no way he would be unable to contact them.
"I hope this rain can delay the Tunnu tribe's march south."
Yanqiu murmured to himself.
Last year, the northern grassland encountered a rare heavy snowstorm, which froze countless cattle and sheep to death.
There were also countless Tunu people, old and weak, who froze to death and starved to death.
Although the weather is gradually getting warmer now, the Tunu people who suffered heavy losses can no longer wait to slowly regain their strength.
They were ready to move, planning a large-scale march south.
Although Yanqiu is the God of War in the north, he has guarded the border for more than ten years and fought dozens of battles, large and small, without a single defeat.
But actually...he doesn't like fighting.
Don't like it at all.
People always die in wars.
Who really likes fighting unless absolutely necessary?
It's just that there is no other way. Guarding the border and resisting the northern grassland people is the obligation and responsibility of the Yan family's descendants.
Yanqiu also did not want to see the thousands of Chu Lishu behind him being ravaged by the war.
So, even though he didn't like war, he still picked up the knife in his hand and shouldered the heavy responsibility of protecting tens of millions of people.
This burden lasted more than ten years.
The rain is getting heavier.
It blurred the sky and the earth, and also blurred Yanqiu's vision.
Tread.
The sound of footsteps came.
A young man dressed as a scribe came in.
His clothes were wet in several places, and his hair was also wet. Water droplets kept dripping down the ends of his hair and onto his clothes, making him look a little embarrassed.
Yanqiu did not turn around, but asked lightly.
"Haven't been contacted yet?"
The scribe shook his head and replied, no.
The small turret suddenly became silent.
The two seemed to have nothing to say.
a long time.
Yanqiu finally looked away from the heavy rain and turned around slowly.
"Let Polu take the people south for a while."
"That's fine."
The scribe thought for a moment and did not object.
He was Yanqiu's mastermind. It was his idea to send his confidants south to cooperate with Xuanwu.
But he didn't expect that the group of people would be so crazy and crazy that they would even dare to attack and kill the confidants of the Northern War God.
"The moths in the army must be dug out, otherwise our army in Zhenbei will never have peace."
Yan Qiu said slowly, with a hint of murderous intent in his tone.
Last year, after learning about the heavy snowfall on the grassland, he had a premonition that the Tunnu tribe was likely to move south in large numbers.
This is not without precedent in the past.
As long as life is difficult for the Tunu people, they will always go south to plunder from time to time.
The snowfall last year was so heavy that even the Tunu people themselves thought it was a disaster that had not happened in a hundred years.
They couldn't live any longer.
How could you not take advantage of your old neighbor?
From that time on, Yanqiu began to prepare for the possible war.
But... all this preparation made him accidentally discover a smuggling line between the grassland and the south.
What was smuggled was nothing more than armor and weapons.
Yanqiu didn't know how many people's interests were involved in this line.
All he knew was that without the involvement of people in the military, this line would not have been possible.
His Zhenbei Army has moths.
After discussing with the mastermind around him, Yanqiu tried to find out the worm in the army.
It's a pity that the moth was hidden so deep that he had nothing to gain.
His mastermind suggested that he cooperate with Xiuyiwei.
The Xiuyi Guards are experienced in criminal cases and are better at detective work than their military counterparts.
Yanqiu accepted it, found Xuanwu who was active in the north, and asked Xuanwu to cooperate with him in investigating the military smuggling case.
Xuanwu also lived up to his trust, and soon found many clues.
These clues point directly to the direction.
So Yanqiu sent his confidants to go south, preparing to join Xuanwu, who had gone south first, to find conclusive evidence together.
However, the confidant he sent south met with an accident and was probably dead.
Obviously...their actions probably alarmed those people.
"Don't worry, General. Jiang Qianhu is not an ordinary person. If he goes south, he will be safe. Sooner or later, we will be able to uproot those people hiding under the water and catch them all."
The scribe nodded and said through gritted teeth.
Yanqiu was silent for a moment.
"hope so."
He just wanted to find out the worms in the army as soon as possible. As for the other guys, he didn't dare to hope...
I don’t know how long these people have been hiding, how deep they are hiding, and how many immovable people are involved behind them.
Over the years, they don't know how many weapons and armor they have smuggled and transported to the grasslands.
Today's grassland is ready to move.
With these sophisticated weapons, how many more people will Da Chu die?
These worms have no king, no father, no home and no country.
In fact, they all should be killed!
only……
Yanqiu felt a little exhausted.
He inherited his father's title at the age of thirteen and went north to guard the border. He experienced countless life-and-death battles without taking a step back.
But over the years, he has felt increasingly inadequate.
Now he is not yet thirty years old, and his originally handsome face is already covered with weather.
The imperial court is afraid!
The plan of the ministers!
Pressure from the north!
All forces are constantly trying to reach out to the Zhenbei Army.
He can escape once, twice...but can he escape the next time, which never knows when it will appear?
Yanqiu didn't know.
He only felt that he... was gradually out of breath.
He really doesn't know where his future lies.
