Northland.
In the mist and gloom, the wind whispered.
This place is located to the north of Shangqi and Zihao Kingdoms, with thousands of miles of water. It is a vast swamp that stretches for more than many miles. It is vast and vast, extending from Shangqi to the west to the Dayuan Department at the eastern end of the Nine Kingdoms. It cannot be considered, because all the people who have gone deep into the place for countless years have disappeared mysteriously. Not to mention the bodies, even the indelible objects such as the weapons and jade brought in have not been found. The sky above Daze is always covered with dense smoke. Especially in the past ten years, the smog has become thicker. Over time, the original name of Daze has been forgotten, and it is called Northern Yanze based only on its geographical location and characteristics.
The entire northern Yanze and the south bank were blocked with traps and talismans. Camps were designed twenty feet apart and covered with life on the southern bank of the Daze. It was very majestic. The only drawback is that there are too many checkpoints in this place, making it difficult for outsiders to witness this majestic and vast scenery. Regardless of intention or not, anyone who approaches with unknown identity will be killed without mercy. As for who made this rule, it is only those few People who live in the 95th year can guess a thing or two.
"The fog is getting thicker again."
Someone in the military camp whispered, accompanied by a worried tone, which corresponded to the heavy lead fog that could not penetrate the gaps, making people feel more depressed. The military camp was eerily quiet, and there was no sound of the neighing of war horses or the clash of armor. It was as if the military camp was an empty shell, silent.
What is even more different from ordinary military camps is that when a commander plans a camp, the front army blocks the supply of the enemy's rear army, and then the sergeants dig wide trenches, cut down trees, and dig a trench three feet wide and one foot deep in front of the existing terrain, in which are filled with nails. The wooden stakes were pitted, one end was sharpened, and they were smoked black and hard with an open fire. A horse-repelling formation was set up outside the trench, and an antler trap was set up. A wooden fence was set up behind the trench. Arrow towers are built on both sides in front of the main entrance, a suspension bridge is set up in the front, and scout posts are indispensable. The general layout of the camp is mostly based on the moon camp and firewood camp method. As for the military camp that stretched thousands of miles in front of him, it seemed that the commander didn't know how to organize troops at all. He just built a row of several-foot-long stone barriers that stretched thousands of miles outside the long snake-like camp. If the fishermen who have lived in Beiyanze for generations see it, they will definitely laugh at it, but there is no other reason for it, because Beiyanze is very calm. Even in the cold winter, the strong wind blows from the north to the south, this large swamp will not There are so many waves that are always sparkling and smooth as a mirror, so why bother to repair such a large wave-breaking wall? Of course, these fishermen who have lived here for generations have been relocated to other areas a few years ago. Most of the remaining people here are sergeants.
In the large tent of the Chinese army, the wind blew the curtains and the flags rolled over, making a rustling sound.
There is a person sitting in the middle, with his hair tied up in a turban. Although he is short in stature, has a leopard head and eyes, and looks a bit strange, the brocade robe on his body is particularly eye-catching. You must know that the brocade craftsmanship is extremely complex, and it is not easy for even a skilled embroiderer in the palace to weave a brocade robe. There is a short text in "Miscellaneous Notes on Gold Embroidery" that describes the complicated process of brocade weaving: Ten and two female officials who are familiar with it are sent, and the rotation is endless for more than three months. , Only after slowly drawing it can it be called a good product. It is enough to see the manpower and material resources consumed by the brocade. Ordinary people will probably never see it in their lifetime. Only close relatives of the royal family can be lucky enough to hold such a piece. They can only be willing to pray for blessings in heaven and wear it when the new emperor ascends the throne. As for hunting They are reluctant to wear it out during the Spring Festival, firstly to show their importance, and secondly because they are afraid of wearing out the gold thread tassels. After all, only a few people can repair the worn areas.
And this short commander, only looking at his head, which is covered in a hooded bun that barely covers his hair, is wearing a tasseled phoenix brocade, which is even more unimaginable. Most people think that the dragon is a symbol of the emperor, but this is not necessarily the case. Tracing back to the source, the phoenix is the symbol of royal power. The phoenix communicates with the phoenix emperor, while the dragon is subordinate. But for some reason, over the past few hundred years, emperors have become particularly fond of dragons, so they have always been fond of dragons. After pushing and pushing, the dragon was used as a metaphor for imperial power and dignity.
"Is it okay to go back this time?" The short middle-aged man dressed strangely said, but there was an indelible sense of age in his voice.
"It's not bad. I met two interesting people." The man sitting next to him, with a white face and no beard but regular and elegant features, replied. He raised his head and drank the warm wine in the cup, and replied calmly.
Wrapping up the brocade tightly, the middle-aged commander also drank the remaining cold wine in the cup. His whole body was agitated. He was about to look at the sky, but found that his view was blocked by a stone dam blocking the waves. He cursed bad luck, got up and walked outside the tent.
"It's already April or May, and it's still as cold as ice. You should go back to this damn place as soon as possible."
"Why do we have a home before our sins are extinguished? I want to go back too, but it's a pity." The middle-aged elegant man sighed softly. He couldn't explain clearly how he felt in his heart at this moment. All he could do at the moment was sigh. The conversation changed and the man asked.
"What's going on up north?"
The commander frowned, his brows filled with depression, "In the past two months, I have sent about ten teams of scouts who have gone deep into the area, with a total of sixty or seventy capable sergeants. Only one of them can come back alive, with half a breath left. .”
Hearing this, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his head, with a look of ecstasy in his eyes. It’s not that he likes people to die, but that few people have been able to get out of this swamp for many years. Even if they are lucky enough to come out, it can be said that they have found nothing, and there is no result at all. The depths of the swamp are like a ghost land, always lingering. The hearts of these people cannot be eliminated.
The commander shook his head, as if he couldn't bear to look directly at the expectant look in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he knitted his brows into the Chinese character "Chuan" and spoke softly.
"Didn't say anything. That man's name is Qian Yulong. He is from Xia Songguo. You should be familiar with him. I vaguely remember being drunk once. You told me about this man. In his previous life, he was like a starving ghost who could eat a lot. There was a time when the military camp served beef as a non-vegetarian meal, so he stuffed two legs of beef, three to five kilograms of beef, and a lot of wine into his belly. He almost died on the side of the stove." Hearing this, the middle-aged man had a faint smile on his face. I mean, he does know this person, and they often chat with him in their free time. He is vulgar, but his character is quite good. During the last chat, Qian Yulong half-jokingly said that he would wait for his daughter to reach the right age, and then he would meet her in person. The son-in-law of a young man announced his marriage, which attracted the eyes of many people around him. The reason is that his daughter has been naive and silly since she was a child, and she still can't speak at the age of three or five. Everyone knows this, and the middle-aged man has a very high status. These words naturally make people laugh, and Qian Yulong also feels speechless, and he rubs his hands in embarrassment. He rubbed his stubbly hair on his forehead and said "forgive me." But what made all the soldiers dumbfounded was that instead of refusing, the middle-aged man nodded and said, you can give it a try.
Unexpectedly, Lao Qian came back alive, and the man couldn't help feeling a little lucky. As for not talking about the situation over there, it was probably because Lao Qian was a tight-lipped man and saw something he shouldn't have seen. He was reluctant to say it for a while, so he drank a few sips of wine. I just told what I saw and heard with added embarrassment. It doesn’t matter. It’ll be fine if the person comes back.
"he died."
The man just raised his chopsticks and wanted to try some food with wine. The food in the military camp was very simple. The so-called food with wine was just slices of green onions, mixed with rice vinegar, and eaten in a few pieces. It was quite delicious. After hearing these words, the bamboo chopsticks in his hand stopped in mid-air, unable to fall down.
"He returned to the military camp and died with just a gesture. There were no injuries on his body and his meridians were normal. Even Chen Taichang didn't know what exactly caused his death."
"Innocent comes in vain, innocent goes in vain."
The middle-aged man drank a lot of wine, and the wine spilled on the green onions.
