Jiaohua

Chapter 1287 Assassination in the Army
Thousands of horses are galloping, the official road is dusty, and in the distant southern sky, straight and turbulent yellow waves roll out.

Shen Lie and his secret guards, a total of seven people, stood on the top of a towering hill, watching the dust rushing towards them, and it took a long time before they came to them.

Across the huge floating space, the army rushed past, seemingly chaotic, but in fact they were sparse and orderly, without any collisions or congestion.

It is already a very good cavalry to be able to move so smoothly and quickly.

However, this army was not even ranked among Song Zhiyi's nearly one million troops. It was silent, odorless, and unknown.

From the day the assault battalion was established, Song Zhiyi's raging ambitions in the military training system became clear to the world. In just a few years, all the soldiers and horses under his command had made great strides.

For Li Gan, this is bad news.

Tian Dayao, Yun Bozhong, Zhuang Mengyao and others would not be happy either.

It's also not good news for Shen Lie and the others.

Jin Hongkang still owed him a debt to the impoverished beasts in Youhu County, Jiangzhou, and he never forgot the Yueyue Purgatory in Xiaonan Mountain.

Wu Shaoning and Ye Zheng looked at Shen Lie in unison.

The profile of the young man is handsome and deep, as white as jade, as cold as the vast cold.The wind on the top of the mountain was strong, and the scattered hair on his forehead was blown by the wind. His originally smooth eyebrows seemed to be enveloped by a thin layer of light smoke. The black eyes under his eyebrows were as bright and deep as black jade, and he stared coldly at the leaving army.

It was clear that his face was calm, even his tall and straight figure did not move, but Wu Shaoning and the others still seemed to feel the frightening chill on his body like a sharp sword, with a sharp and bold killing intent that had been dormant for a long time.

The dark guards who followed Shen Lie behind him for a long time felt as if they had returned to the cold winter of last year, and the young and handsome man in front of him turned back to the one in Pan Yu's dissatisfaction with sweeping the mountains in the northwest of his hometown for days, never laughing or even talking much Shura's cold face.

Wu Shaoning broke the silence and said in a low voice: "This group of people looks mighty, but unfortunately, they found the wrong way."

Ye Zheng also said: "Master, should we wait here for the loyal army to come out of the valley, or..."

"Wait," Shen Lie said, raising his eyes to the sky, "We're not waiting for them, we're waiting for it to get dark."

Two fast-running soldiers came back from the outside on foot, with bright smiles on their faces and great joy.

"My lord! My lord!" A soldier shouted excitedly, "My lord has a clever plan! Those soldiers and horses really went north along the official road!"

Xie Zhong was sitting behind a half-worn marching table, waving a feather fan in his hand, he just waved the fan in his hand to signal the soldier to retreat, and his gaze returned to the incense burner next to the marching table.

This incense burner was snatched last night, and it is now gurgling and burning tea.

The tea leaves are also snatched, and with the steaming heat, the tea is fragrant and quiet, refreshing the nose and refreshing the spleen.

The only fly in the ointment is that the water quality around here is really bad.

Seeing his frowning, the two soldiers didn't dare to say any more, and bowed their heads to leave.

After a while, a thin man of medium height with Taoist hair combed came down from the Northeast Mountain Road surrounded by a group of people.

The little attendant immediately said to Xie Zhong: "Sir, sir, Yan Zhigeng is back."

Xie Zhong was not in a hurry, poured tea slowly and said, "How does he look?"

The little follower looked at it carefully, frowned and said: "It seems that there is no gain."

"Oh." Xie Zhong said, picked up the teacup and sniffed, and sighed softly.

The little entourage said: "Sir, what are you sighing for?"

"Sigh poor."

When the little follower heard this, he couldn't help sighing.

He glanced back and said, "Sir, Yan Zhigeng is here."

Xie Zhong blew on a cup of medium-hot tea, took a sip slowly, and then looked up.

"My lord," Yan Zhi said with a more perplexed expression, "the feng shui on this mountain is not good, so there shouldn't be an imperial mausoleum."

"Where are the graves of the rich family?" Xie Zhong asked.

"There are a few places that I dug up when I passed by. There were not many funeral objects. Looking at the richest tomb, all the gold was fished out, and it was less than two catties."

"It's poor." Xie Zhong sighed.

"I thought, we should go directly to Longdan Mountain, and we stopped on the way."

Xie Zhong glanced at him and shook his head: "No, two catties of gold is also gold."

Yan Zhi was even more worried: "But my lord, will the pursuers behind us be more..."

Xie Zhong raised his hand holding the fan, signaling him not to speak any further.

"Go," Xie Zhong looked at the little entourage beside him, "follow Mr. Yan to count today's labor rewards. After counting, wait for Mr. Yan to take a bath and change clothes."

"Yes," the entourage took the order and walked towards Yan Zhigeng, "Mr. Yan, please."

Xie Zhong watched them leave, lowered his head and served the tea again.

While shaking the feather fan, he tutted and shook his head: "This place is really not a good place, the water quality is so bad."

After speaking, he raised his hand and poured all the tea in the cup.

"Come here." Xie Zhong called.

The people standing on both sides of the case immediately came to him: "My lord!"

"Have you found out the villages in the east?" Xie Zhong asked.

"I found out that they are all small villages with not many people. Several villages share a land temple. The temple looks dilapidated and hasn't been renovated for several years."

"Take two thousand soldiers and horses," Xie Zhong said, "you don't need to set fire this time, just scare them and surround them."

"Then, do you want to kill?"

"Well," Xie Zhong frowned, with a look of serious thought, "It's not good if there are screams for killing people, just grab something, just grab something."

"Yes!"

Xie Zhong got up with his marching case, and said with a smile: "Hey! I'm going to see my wife and children!"

As night fell, there were only sporadic lights in the entire valley.

The little attendant stood outside the simple tent, and after yawning, he raised his hand to touch his belly.

The stomach is very hungry and the stomach is rumbling.

When he left Youzhou at the beginning, Xie Zhong established a military law that he was not allowed to cook after the daily application time, and he had to endure no matter how hungry he was.

The army is full of refugees who are used to hunger, and they will kowtow to thank them for one meal a day, but for the little followers, this is too difficult.

In particular, this military law is only effective against them, and it is useless against them.

Now, inside the camp, there is not only the aroma of rice, but also the aroma of roasted chicken legs and fried meat.

The little follower glared at the tent, who is this, he really thinks he is a master, and he still eats meat, ah!
About 200 meters away, by the riverside of the downhill slope, the two handymen who finished washing the pot quietly hid behind the big rock.

The two of them each hid something, one hid a quick white rice ball, and the other hid half a piece of jerky and a chicken leg.

The two quickly separated, and when they were about to eat, the cold and sharp blade suddenly pressed against their necks silently.

One person didn't even realize that it was a crisis, and stretched out his hand to grab it. Such a light movement caused his fingers to be cut into skin and flesh in an instant, blood spurted out, and even his fingers were almost broken.

He almost screamed in pain, looked up with a white face, and bumped into two pairs of cold and numb eyes.

Wu Shaoning lowered his voice: "If you speak out, I will tear you apart."

After finishing speaking, Wu Shaoning and another hidden guard looked up to the front.

Two miscellaneous soldiers followed his gaze, and a tall, thin young man appeared at some time, looking down at the dried meat and rice they dropped.

"Who is this for?" the young man asked, with a deep voice that was clearer than the river.

A miscellaneous soldier stammered: "Yes, thank you sir."

"Where does he sleep?" Shen Lie looked up.

The handsome face in the dim light made the orderly soldier dazzle even a man.

The miscellaneous soldier trembled and stretched out his hand, pointing in one direction behind him: "His tent is green-brown, very big, and easy to recognize."

"Yes, it's easy to recognize. There will be someone guarding in front of the camp. It's Mr. Xie, Mr. Xie's little follower." Another miscellaneous soldier said.

"Where is Qian Fengrong, where does he sleep?"

"Your Majesty is here, on the southwest side, at the entrance of the valley. Lord Xie said, Your Majesty is as brave as ten thousand men, and if he sits on the mountain pass, no one will dare to invade."

Ye Zheng sneered behind Shen Lie: "What kind of king, does this guy dare to be called king? He is still sitting in the mountain pass, I think he is a watchdog."

A miscellaneous soldier looked at Shen Lie and begged, "Master, please forgive me... Are you a son, or are you also a king? Which way is the king? Which way is the general?"

"Don't worry," Shen Lie said, "I won't kill you."

It is more useful to keep two men trembling in the enemy's army than to leave two corpses in this barren mountain.

The little follower is getting sleepier and hungry.

The people inside had already finished eating, so they patted the table to signal him to go in and clean up.

The little follower rolled his eyes, turned around and opened the tent.

A sharp sense of crisis suddenly approached at this moment, and the little follower heard the wind in his ears, and immediately turned around. Halfway through the scream, someone covered his mouth.

(End of this chapter)