The reborn general girl is the emperor

Chapter 280 No More Hidden
In the side tent of the camp, Qin Mang turned the man on the ground over with his scabbard, and lifted the mask on his face, revealing a black and purple face.

"It's a dead man."

Yan Zhongqi stood aside with his head down, and said in a low voice, "I took the medicine early in the morning, no matter if I succeed or not, I will not survive."

Qin Mang looked up at him, put the sword back on his waist, and before ordering someone to throw the body out, he stripped the body and searched it inside and out.

If it wasn't for worrying that the smell of blood would attract wolves, Qin Mang even wanted to dissect the corpse to see if he could scrape out any remaining clues.

After the body was searched and carried out, Yan Zhongqi lowered his head and planned to leave with the others, but was stopped by Qin Mang, "Wait a minute, strong man Qin!"

Yan Zhongqi stopped, turned around and bowed to Qin Mang, lowering his head even lower, "Does the old general have any orders?"

Qin Mang, who called people to stop, did not say a word.

With his head down, Yan Zhongqi could only see the toes of his boots stepping into his field of vision, but stopped when Kankan entered his field of vision.

Everyone in the tent has retreated, only the crackling of coals burning inside the tent, and the noise of people outside the tent stepping on the snow and walking against the wind.

"Qin Muchen?"

The old voice lost the majesty and sternness of the general, and there was a little playful smile. Thinking about it carefully, Yan Zhongqi felt that there was a bit of mockery in this smile.

I was recognized.

Yan Zhongqi knew that it was not normal to use such a pseudonym to appear beside people who knew him well and not be recognized.

Yan Zhongqi didn't dare to speak.

It is unethical to covet the married eldest sister.And if you show your wrong thoughts, you deserve to be spit on.

Now being seen through by his adoptive father, Yan Zhongqi felt ashamed and nervous, but at the same time he was inexplicably relieved, as if he had carried a burden for many years, and today he finally put it down.

He raised his head and looked straight into Qin Mang's eyes, "Yes. Next, Mu Zhen."

Qin Mang stared at those eyes for a long time, put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and stroked the engraving on the hilt with his thumb.

The old general frowned, turned around and took a step aside, then turned back, glanced at him, the eyebrow lines deepened, turned back and took another step to the other side, then turned back, staring at the man in front of him with an unfamiliar face. The adopted son looked at it for a long time, then turned his back suddenly, and walked a few more steps into the tent.

These few steps Qin Mang took were extremely slow and heavy, each step imprinted a shallow pit on the ground covered with a sheepskin blanket, and his hand was always on the hilt of his sword.

After these few steps, the old general raised his head and heaved a sigh of relief. He tapped his index finger on the hilt of his sword twice, then nodded again, and turned to stare at the person behind him.

The ferocious look in his eyes made Yan Zhongqi think that he would draw his sword and cut off his head.

But Qin Mang just stared at him for half a moment, then closed his eyes, his broad palm slid down the hilt and landed on the grid.

Looking up again, those hawk-like eyes were less sharp, a little more complex, whether it was a contradiction or guilt, but they looked more like an old man in his sixties than before.

"Clear her..."

Qin Mang just started talking, and then remembered that Yan Qing had brought him back, so he changed the subject, "Zhenzhen..."

As soon as the words started again, Qin Mang stopped talking, and finally turned his gaze to Yan Zhongqi, "You..."

Mouth opened and closed again.

The words spun around his lips, but Qin Mang finally waved his hand, "Go down!"

Yan Zhongqi lowered his eyes, bent down and bowed to Qin Mang to the ground, turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped again.

"Qin Muzhen."

He turned around, only to see the old man standing with his back facing him, his straight figure was majestic, fierce, but also lonely.

"It's work."

Those three short words were so heavy that Yan Zhongqi could barely handle them.

Suppressing his clamoring heart, Yan Zhongqi knelt down on the ground and saluted Qin Mang.

After leaving the tent, Yan Zhongqi ran into Guo Jia who had been waiting outside the tent for who knows how long.

Guo Jia nodded to him, as a courtesy, and led him to the tent where Yan Qing was.

In the tent, Yan Qing, who just got better, seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time.

Yan Zhongqi frowned, before sitting down, he said coldly, "You need to rest."

Yan Qing pretended not to hear it, and when Hong Zhuang brought him some tea, he looked at Guo Jia, "Tell General Yan what you just said."

Hearing Yan Qing's direct disclosure of his identity, Yan Zhongqi, who was about to sit down, immediately looked at Guo Jia.

He knew that Guo Jia was Guo Youning's precious daughter, but he didn't expect her to be trusted by Yan Qing.

Yan Zhongqi's gaze was as sharp as a knife, sharp and cold.

Guo Jia faced the gaze that seemed to want to scrape off three layers of her skin, cut her inside and out to see through, instinctively shrunk her neck, but remained strong, sat down calmly, took a sip of hot tea to drive away To be cold is to completely suppress the fear of that moment.

"I looked at the body of the dead man. Judging from his appearance and body shape, he was a native of northern Xinjiang."

Guo Jia glanced at Yan Zhongqi, who had averted his eyes after sitting down, let out a breath quietly, and his pretended calmness was actually much calmer, "It shows that the people behind it have a far-reaching layout. In northern Xinjiang, apart from Wu Fang and other forces, There must be an unknown backhand hiding in the dark, so be careful."

"To be able to use the cronies around Zhenbeihou for his own use, this person must be extremely powerful and have a far-reaching layout. There is no need to specifically mention this matter."

Yan Zhongqi's words were cold and piercing, but Guo Jia smiled, "What the general said is true. If it's just a reminder, it's really not worth disturbing General Yan's recuperation. Since Jia brought it up at this time, I have something to ask the general." .”

Then, Guo Jia talked about what he had discussed with Yan Qing, to repair the grain roads in the Northland, so that the Northland would not become a lonely city unable to communicate with the outside world in the cold winter when the mountains were covered by heavy snow, and briefly talked with Yan Zhong Pray and say it again.

Then Guo Jia revealed his plan, "The Northland is surrounded by mountains. We walked along the official road from Jingcheng and walked in the mountains for more than half a month. As soon as we came out of the mountains, these blocked dead men caught up with us. It can be seen that there should be another more convenient path from Jingcheng to Beidi."

"If we can find this small path and cultivate it together with the official path, it may be able to solve the problem of the lonely city in winter in the Northland."

After listening, Yan Zhongqi looked at Yan Qing, "Do you want me to find out where this trail is?"

Yan Qing shook his head, "My people will go to explore this trail. If there are still people moving on the egret side, they should probably follow these people."

"Then what did you call me for?"

Yan Zhongqi asked.

"There's going to be a war."

Yan Qing said concisely, "After returning to Beidi, I want you to take over the position of grandpa."

Yan Zhongqi frowned deeply, stared at Yan Qing for a long time, and then asked in a deep voice, "Aren't you hiding?"

"When the war is fought, there is no need to hide."

Yan Qing said vaguely, "I can't hide it either."

When Yan Zhongqi asked again, Yan Qing only said, "I will leave the North Land to you, I am most at ease." Others, she refused to confide a word.

Yan Zhongqi is hiding his identity at this time, and it is difficult to find out any effective news. Even if he is worried, he can only wait for the time according to Yanqing's arrangement.

After camping in the wild for five days, several seriously injured people came from outside the camp.

Amler, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, had another busy day. The soldiers buried the blood stains with snow and threw all the blood-stained snow blocks far away, but they failed to completely dispel the bloody smell in the camp.

Encountered by wolves at night, Yan Zhongqi asked people to smear the blood on the corpses of the dead men picked up during the day and throw them out of the camp. He lit torches on the fence of the camp, illuminating the surrounding area as if it were daytime, and stained his hands with wolves. The bloody long knife shone coldly.

The wild wolf was frightened, took away the dead man's body, and left the camp at dawn.

Early the next morning, the soldiers who spent the whole night with the wolves only rested for an hour or two before starting to break out of camp and set off.

After last night's battle and the wolves' hatred, if you don't leave, there will be a hard fight tonight.

Not only vengeful wolves, but also those who hide in the dark and come here after smelling the smell.

The horse team walked in the snow for three days and four nights, and finally saw the city gate of Beidi.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, except Yan Qing.

(End of this chapter)