It had been more than a month since Jimo left, and Qiu Niu had only visited three or two times, talking about their march. Only then did I gradually understand what Jimo had done. Pretending to join Guifang and conquer Fuqi's capital, he also secretly cultivated this force. Nowadays, Fuqi has lost its monarch and is retreating steadily. The ghosts are heading south. Many cities have been destroyed without attack, just because the emperor is still alive and in the hands of the ghosts. But now Jimo is leading the Northern Expedition, directly attacking the northern base camp of Gui Fang. Basil Jiyu naturally sends troops northward, and Mr. Xu takes a detour to cut off the two forces of Gui Fang and form a pincer attack with Jimo.
I never expected that his power would reach this level. He only said what the people wanted. The Fuqi royal family was arrogant and extravagant, the ghosts were cruel, and the world was full of poison. The only one who had the strength to resist was Jimo. Naturally, the people turned to Jimo one after another, and the road was exceptionally smooth.
Coupled with the fact that the southern court had the courage to fight back against the ghosts, Basil Jiyu was overwhelmed for a while.
The current situation is very clear. Jimo has blocked the supply of food and grass to the ghost side, which has put the ghost side in trouble. Coupled with the attack from the north and the south, the south is rich and can force the ghost side to retreat without a fight. What's more, the imperial court was encouraged by Jimo to send troops brazenly and gained some momentum.
It's just that this war is really difficult. A few days ago, Qiu Niu suddenly told me that Jimo and Basil Jiyu were facing each other in the mountain pass. The small space made it impossible to arrange troops. The generals on both sides took the lead in charging. There is still no news.
He said that as long as Yaizhen is there, we can fight a hundred battles with no danger. But my heart is still hanging, I don’t know why.
After two months of isolation, Qi Niu could not sit still. Just at this time, the news came that there was nothing to worry about. After hearing this, I was still very upset. It was Qin Niu who said that there was something going on at home and he wanted to leave, but I didn't stay. In the mountains, it is more hidden than other places.
It's just that I think about it, that's all.
The next day after Prisoner Niu left, the Ghost Army came. I was the only one in the mountain, so naturally I was caught off guard and didn't even have time to escape. There was a muffled sound in the back of his head, and he lost consciousness again.
When I woke up, I saw a confusing scene in front of me. It was like a hallucination, and I actually saw a big man. However, such a burly body was hanging high at this moment, seemingly without any strength.
"Madam." He had obviously been looking at me, and when he saw me opening my eyes, he called out softly. It's just that the voice was so low, and he no longer looked like the burly man before.
"This is the Guifang military camp. Madam, don't be afraid. The general will definitely come back to help."
General, he changed his name. In the past, he was just called "Boss", like a mountain king.
I looked at him, a little worried. But he smiled as innocently as before: "Hey, he can still run faster with his hairy legs. He must have delivered a letter to the general."
I just wanted to ask about the war ahead. They have been marching south for several months. We really shouldn't be detained in one place. It was at this moment that the lock on the door collided, and the heavy cell door was pushed open with a scream. The person who came in was someone I had seen once before, and it was like a nightmare that I will never forget again - Basil Jiyu.
That time, he wanted to burn me to death, so Jimo traded the old emperor for my life. Now, Jimo and he are no longer allies and have turned against each other. He will no longer be such a good-tempered general. After all, it is inevitable that he will suffer some hardships. However, in my heart, I didn't expect Jimo to come. He is definitely still on the battlefield at this moment, and it is not worth it to step away for me. What Fu Xi said at the beginning was right. It would be extremely unwise to replace me with the old emperor.
As soon as he came in, he turned around and locked the door. In the cell, it was just me, the big guy, him, and a room full of torture instruments.
"What do you want to try today?" He said to the big man, and his fluent Fuqi language made me stunned.
The big man spat at him hard, and he flashed it with familiarity, as if this action had happened thousands of times. He looked back at me and punched the big man's chin suddenly. He let out a cry of pain that was too late to come out and got stuck in his throat. Red blood flew all over the floor, and two scattered molars made unpleasant noises. I looked at the big man's twisted face, with his bones shattered and almost exposed.
Basiljiyu held his right wrist, lowered his eyes and said, "After enduring these many days, I can finally take action."
Those easy words seemed to be spoken to me. He was holding back and wanted to show me this scene.
The big man's face was stained with blood, and the blow to his chin made him almost faint, but he still struggled, without strength or effect, just struggling.
Basil Jiyu turned around and was selecting torture instruments in front of the case. I couldn't stand it any longer. My legs were still numb, so I could only crawl over and my sleeves were stained with large scarlet red. The big man looked at me, as if he wanted to grin, but he couldn't move his lips anymore. I felt sad for a while, but my collar tightened. When I turned around, I found that my body was already in the hands of Basilji Yulin. He smiled slightly and said, "Don't rush, don't rush, I'll be with you later."
My body was thrown against the wall, and then I noticed an unusual object beside my head, a round hoop with a three-inch long handle embedded in the wall and full of barbs.
Basil Jiyu leaned over and fiddled with the hoop, suddenly opened it, and split it into two halves from the root of the handle. He grabbed my wrist, and I suddenly understood something, but my struggle was in vain.
The barbs were stuck in the bones and flesh. He held my hand firmly, and the three-inch long thin handle was buried in the wall. I heard a clicking sound in the wall behind my head, and I knew that this thing was locked and I could no longer struggle. open. The hoop closed tightly as the thin handle disappeared, and I could almost feel the coldness to my bones.
Looking at the gurgling blood on his wrist, the big man let out an angry roar from the depths of his throat. Only then did Basil Jiyu leisurely walk over, pick up the long whip on the case, and hit it in the air with a smile. The empty prison had an unusual echo.
A sudden whip fell on the big man's bloody body, causing his tall body to sway in the air. I obviously wanted to shout out, but all the words suddenly got stuck in my throat.
Where's the whip? It's clearly bladed! Every time the whip was struck, more traces of blood spattered on the ground. Even though the man was tall and strong, his chest and abdomen were beaten like minced meat. He didn't beg for mercy or cry out in pain, but my heart hurt when I saw him. That day, when I walked into the col, the first person I saw was him. Hairy Legs likes to talk nonsense, but despite his naivety, he always gets entangled with the little one, making noises and making moves. I have never seen how brothers get along with each other, but I know that it must be different from what I did with my grandma and girl in the Liao Mansion. The big guys treated me so warmly and sincerely, and they never had any prejudice against me, even though I had heard too many demonic voices based on my appearance. Jimo couldn't believe it, but I really believed in these loyal and brave men. Although they were stupid and rough, in my heart, they treated others with the utmost sincerity. Now, seeing this, how can we not feel worried and feel distressed?
He finally passed out, and my heart tightened, but then relaxed. In this way, relief is good.
However, I thought too easily. Basil Jiyu poured a bucket of water on it, and the blood flowed all over the floor. The big man finally wailed and opened his eyes again in a hazy state.
Basil Jiyu suddenly thrust a thin sword into it, and after some confusion, he suddenly pulled it out, and the blood flew far away. The pain almost made the big man convulse.
I couldn't bear to watch any more, so I closed my eyes and lowered my head, huddled on the ground and didn't move. I just feel that this night is so lonely.
There was the sound of someone's footsteps in front of me, but I didn't open my eyes. I knew who it was and didn't bother to look at it.
He knelt down and held my chin, his hot and moist breath almost touching my face: "Are you afraid of me?"
I didn't open my eyes and shook my head trying to get away from him. He pinched her tighter and tighter, and finally said: "Jimo Dongli is protecting you, but I won't show mercy to you." He suddenly laughed sarcastically, "You look like a ghost, how can you say you care about beauty and cherish jade."
He stood up and I heard the crack of the whip in the air.
Before I had time to think about anything, my shoulders suddenly felt hot and painful. Instinctively, I held my shoulders and turned sideways, using my back to take over. I don't have a body as strong as a big man, so every blow hit my bones.
Although he has been neglected since he was a child, he has never suffered any pain because he was imprisoned underground for sixteen years. I avoided the light because it would make me dizzy, but it was not painful. Even though he was put on fire last time, he was choked by the smoke and his head was dizzy. Only one pair of eyes hurt, but he was saved by Jimo so quickly.
I have never endured pain before, but this time, it seemed so unbearable.
The whip caught my long hair and hurt my scalp. I tilted my body and hit the ground. My wrist hurt as if it had been torn off, and the back of my head was already gushing with heat.
He picked me up from the ground and tore my wrists again. It hurt, almost to the point of numbness. He exerted a sudden force and his arm could no longer bear it. I almost heard the sound of bones breaking.
He finally let go, threw me to the ground, and whipped me again, but it failed to land on me. I opened my eyes, but the cold sweat on my forehead seeped into my eyes, stinging.
There was the sound of swords clashing, but I didn't have the strength to look again.
"Miss Liao!" It was a voice with sharp hairy legs, and it was rare that it didn't have a hint of mischief. "The general is here, don't be afraid, Miss Liao."
Squinting, the figure of that man indeed looked like Jimo Dongli. But right now, he is on the battlefield, so how can he come here rashly? Seeing the fighting skills of the two people, my heart suddenly trembled.
Although Jimo's skills were good, how could Basil Jiyu be so much worse than him? My heart felt cold and I didn't dare to think about it anymore.
The hairy leg fiddled with the round hoop on my wrist, but it was useless for a while. If he forced it open, the barbs would tear my skin and flesh to pieces, and he didn't dare to do it. Knowing it was useless, I raised my other hand and pointed it at the big man shakingly. God bless you.
"Someone has already taken care of the big guy." Hairy Legs still poked his head.
Suddenly I heard a sword whistling, and then there was no sound.
"Shabby Legs, that's enough." His voice came faintly from above his head.
