However, there was no trace of panic on Wan Yanyue's cheeks.
She glanced at these men in black, and a sneer flashed in her eyes.
As expected, neither of my two sisters are fuel-efficient lamps. Fortunately, he was well prepared and asked his uncle to ambush nearby.
Wan Yanyue thought so and winked at the guards beside her.
When the guards saw this, they immediately understood Wan Yanyue's intention. However, what they didn't expect was that the army that had been waiting by their side suddenly disappeared at this moment.
After sending the signal, the expected reinforcements did not appear.
This scene not only made the guards stunned, but even Wan Yanyue couldn't help but frown.
It's strange, isn't his uncle always with him, why is he missing at this moment?
She thought while avoiding the attack of the man in black.
However, with the absolute numerical advantage, Wan Yanyue and his party only persisted for a while and then quickly fell into a disadvantage.
After she completely fell into the hands of the man in black, Wan Yanyue still did not wait for her uncle's reinforcements.
"Is this the princess of Houjin? She actually gave birth to a good pair of skins. Tsk tsk... What a pity, this kind of beauty in the world is not something we can get our hands on."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense and hand her over to the Altar Master quickly. When the time comes, the Altar Master will reward us well when he is happy!"
Wan Yanyue only heard these conversations, and then lost consciousness after a burst of smoke.
At the same time, on the top of a mountain not far away.
Hulunke watched Wan Yanyue being escorted into the carriage, and a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.
The Altar Master... shouldn't hurt Yueyue, right?
Just when he was worried, a cold voice suddenly sounded in his ear.
"Why, Lord Hulun, are you feeling distressed? Do you know that being chosen by the Altar Master is a blessing she has earned over many lifetimes!"
Hearing this, Hulunke's body trembled violently, and then a look of panic flashed in his eyes.
"Don't dare! The altar master can choose Wan Yanyue, that's her blessing! But... I don't know if the altar master can spare his life..."
"presumptuous!!"
A black-robed messenger wearing a fierce ghost mask roared, and glared at Hulunke with a pair of dark eyes.
The next moment, Hulunke shivered like a mouse who had seen a cat, and immediately crawled to the ground, showing a panicked posture.
"Special envoy, please calm down. That's not what I meant, nor do I doubt the altar owner. I just..."
"The Altar Master has always hated killing, you should understand."
The ghost-faced envoy snorted coldly and continued:
"Wan Yanyue was chosen by the Altar Master because of her good fortune. You don't have to worry about her safety."
"As for your contribution, the altar master will naturally reward you according to your merits. Hulunke, do you know that the altar master now intends to let you join the church. It's a pity..."
Upon hearing this, Hulunke's eyes immediately flashed with a fanatical look.
He grabbed the trousers of the Ghostfaced Messenger in front of him, and said in a fanatical tone mixed with piety:
"I beg the special envoy to have mercy on me and allow me to join the church. I am willing to dedicate everything I have, even..."
"Okay, this time the altar leader is extremely satisfied with Wan Yanyue, and I don't think he will blame you for your unreasonable thoughts. As for joining the church, it depends on your future performance..."
…
After leaving Hule County,
Yang Dong and his party did not stop any longer, but immediately embarked on the road to Mingyue Town.
A few days later, thirty miles southwest of Mingyue Town,
Yang Dong dragged his tired body and was enjoying the care from Yan Bingyue.
Suddenly, a warning sound came from outside the carriage.
"Mr. Yang, I have something important to report!"
Hearing this, Yang Dong narrowed his eyes slightly.
He stood up, stretched his shoulders, stood up and stepped out of the carriage.
At this moment, if there was something important, those brats from the West Factory would definitely not bother me at this moment.
"What's wrong? What happened? But traces of the Houjin Cavalry were found?"
After Yang Dong finished speaking, he thought to himself.
It shouldn't be. Now the Houjin Cavalry is brewing an offensive at Guyyu Pass. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any cavalry here...
Could it be that there are other situations?
"Reporting to Duke Yang... I was waiting not far ahead and found traces of the Houjin Cavalry, but... they were all dead!"
"All dead?"
Even though Yang Dong was prepared, he still couldn't help but widen his eyes after hearing the news.
"They were attacked, or..."
Upon hearing this, the secret agent from the West Factory immediately shook his head with a heavy expression.
"Mr. Yang, according to our investigation, at least thirty of the Jin Cavalrymen died there. And... all their tongues were cut out."
As soon as these words came out, Yang Dong's brows furrowed even more.
You know, in today's Great Zhou Dynasty, the cavalry is an invincible existence.
Don't underestimate these thirty or so cavalry. If you want to take them all in one bite, you will have to have several times as many cavalry as the opponent, or arrange your soldiers in advance to ambush them on the left and right.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to eat this cavalry in one go.
There is a mixture of fish and dragons in Youzhou, and there are many forces that can attack this cavalry.
But why did they cut out the tongues of these cavalrymen? Is it as a trophy?
Yang Dong rubbed his eyebrows. At this moment, an uncomfortable feeling that exceeded his expectations emerged in his heart.
The occurrence of this incident has obviously exceeded Yang Dong's expectations.
After he pondered for a while, he was about to speak when he heard another rapid sound of horse hooves.
"Mr. Yang, something big happened!"
"My subordinates found a group of Houjin cavalry in the northeast, but they were all dead, and their tongues were cut out by someone unknown..."
"Mr. Yang, my subordinate is..."
Listening to the reports from his subordinates one after another, Yang Dong's face looked gloomy at the moment...
…
At the same time, Guyu Guanzhong,
The person responsible for guarding this place was Jin Yilong, a good general in Houjin Dynasty.
At this moment, he looked gloomy and was listening to the report from his subordinates.
"General Jin, now we have sent out seven patrol cavalry groups, but... not only have they failed to contact the supply team, they have even lost contact with us."
"The scouts sent out found that all our people were dead... Do you think it was someone from the Great Zhou who did it?"
Jin Yilong pondered for a moment, shook his head slightly and said:
"Probably not. Dazhou people don't have the habit of cutting their tongues."
"By the way, how long can our food and grass last?"
Hearing this, the grain officer in charge of grain and grass changed his face slightly.
"General...General...our food and grass may not last for seven days. Even if the daily rations are halved, it will only last for about ten days."
Some people died, but not completely...
