In the Governor's Mansion of Jizhou, He Xiqing sat on the seat that originally belonged to Liu Yanran, closing his eyes and concentrating.
He hasn't had a good night's sleep in ten days.
As a mature warrior, he knows the importance of rest. If he doesn't eat well and sleep well, no matter how tyrannical he is, his fighting strength will be greatly reduced - but there is nothing he can do about it. The murderer who killed his brother It's really too hateful.
When the soldiers are eating, the murderer will come and attack them. When the soldiers are drinking water, the murderer will come and attack them. When the soldiers are sleeping, even when they are defecating and peeing, the murderer will still come and attack them.
Although He Xiqing reacted very quickly every time and the murderer could only kill a few people before he was forced to retreat, but even if the murderer ran away, the dead people would not be able to come back to life.
“He was wearing down my physical strength, he was killing me mentally.”
He Xiqing clearly realized this.
Just like cunning coyotes, they will never fight head-on with other beasts. Instead, they will follow their prey all the way, jumping up to take a bite from time to time. They will not charge until the prey loses too much blood and is exhausted. Have a great time.
As a grassland man, He Xiqing had killed no fewer than a hundred coyotes, but he never thought that he would one day be treated like this.
The trapped beast was still fighting, and he even thought about fighting for his life. He remembered where the murderer came from, and he must kill this beast.
But when he finally gathered his energy and led a team to raid Yangjiabao, the village built around Wubao was already deserted.
The enemy had already predicted his actions and left him no chance to catch a turtle in a jar.
"Cunning southerners..."
After sighing, He Xiqing could only lead the team back to Ji Town.
He couldn't even plunder any useful supplies, and his enemies left him nothing.
Strengthening the wall and clearing the field is a tactic commonly used by the southerners. For the prairie people who rely on war to support war, this is indeed a very useful method - but if the enemy can use it, he can also use it. So following the enemy's thinking, He Xiqing simply prepared to clear the country and kill all the southerners in Jizhou to strengthen his own strength.
However, the exploration horse rangers he sent out to search failed to bring back any effective information.
All they brought back were the corpses of their companions, which bore traces of being burned by the flames.
Obviously, this is the real way to clear the field with a strong wall. After both sides know that each other can become stronger through killing people, clearing the field in advance becomes a necessary means - and now, no southerner on his side can kill, but on the opposite side But you can continue to increase your strength by hunting rangers and exploring horses.
In fact, there is an army of Qingyang tribe that can be hunted by the enemy.
The Qingyang Department would cause trouble, He Xiqing once thought, but those old guys in the Qingyang Department must still have hard goods hidden in their hands, and He Xiqing could guess that - right now, he is holding his troops back and is squatting in Ji Town. There is also some intention of letting the enemy confront the Qingyang Department head-on.
If the Qingyang tribe wins, he will naturally have one less henchman to worry about. If the Qingyang tribe loses, he will also know the truth and falsehood of the leaders.
Who knew that those leaders would be ridiculously weak.
Ten days ago, twelve wizards of the Qingyang Tribe were killed in a row, and after that, the Qingyang Tribe's army suffered countless harassments - the entire army was pinned to the ground by just one person and beaten, and He Xiqing was still It was the first time I saw this, but this nonsense actually lasted for ten days.
But this weak Qingyang Department, which in his eyes was like a chicken and a dog, actually dared to boss him around.
"Brother, I think it's better to withdraw."
Beside He Xiqing, the nine-foot-tall Murshu spoke.
"Now that the battle is like this, we stayed in Ji Town and were passive. Instead, we retreated to the Qingyang Division and joined the army. Then we..."
"no the same."
He Xiqing just shook his head.
Indeed, theoretically speaking, it is a better choice to withdraw into the army at the moment. If he and the Qingyang army work together, they will be able to deal with the enemy more easily.
But some things are not just about theory.
The leaders of the Qingyang tribe have long disliked him, and He Xiqing can feel this even if he is blind. And in this situation, as long as he dares to withdraw, those old guys will definitely take him down and take away his military power.
Indeed, changing generals on the spot cannot be considered a rational decision, but does he want to gamble with his own wealth and life on whether those dying old people can maintain their sanity?
He couldn't trust He Laijiaohu, Bu Lu Guniu, or the leaders of the Qingyang tribe.
Just like the leaders couldn't believe him.
"What's more, the twelve wizards themselves were prepared for me..."
He Xixuan gave an ugly smile.
It's just that twelve wizards are too many to deal with Liu Yanran, the commander-in-chief of Jizhou. As for the remaining few, they were obviously prepared for him - as for whether to beat them or to kill them, it just depends on the mood of the leaders at that time.
Perhaps as long as he relents, as long as he begs for mercy, the leaders will spare his life and leave him as the watchdog of the Qingyang tribe.
However, he doesn't want to be a dog.
Cyan is the color of the sky, which is what his father told him before he died.
"The sky..."
He Xiqing opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. His sight seemed to go through the roof and saw the blue sky.
Under the melodious sky, horns sounded, and he and his brother galloped on the grassland. In the distance were their parents waiting for them to return home.
"...horn sound?"
He Xiqing suddenly came back to his senses.
"Where did the trumpet sound come from? Who blew it?"
"Brother, we don't use that kind of thing...wait, I heard it too!"
Murshu on the side was about to say something, but the distant sound of the horn also came to his ears.
The melodious horn sound brings the wind on the grassland, and the exciting and cheerful drum beat is the melody of home.
So in order to go home, I have to kill.
"Brother...there's something weird..."
The nine-foot-tall Murshu clenched his fists and tried to maintain his consciousness.
"The power of the blood evil can't be suppressed! I want to kill people now! Those are the wizard's horns and drums!"
"...Does the Qingyang Department really want me to die?"
After a round of knocking out Mu'er, He Xiqing gritted his teeth, stood up directly, pushed open the door and went out to the tower.
On top of the city tower, He Xiqing finally saw the figure beating the war drum.
Eyes facing each other.
Even though they were so far apart, He Xiqing had already seen the burning murderous intent.
"How can he control the wizard's war drum!"
Looking at the all-too-familiar figure in the distance, looking at the bold maniac who killed his own brother, looking at the life-or-death enemy that brought him to this point, He Xiqing's eyes instantly turned red.
"Who! Who leaked it! Is it the Qing Yang Bu! Is it the Kalashaku Arc!"
But at this moment, no matter how He Xiqing guessed, it was already too late.
The figure beating the war drum had already shouldered the sword and charged towards him on horseback.
