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Chapter 361 The Pretty Widow of the Republic of China VS the Iron-Blooded Marshal [39]

Qingtian fell into deep thought when he heard the words. In this way, he should not have run very far. He ordered Zhao Zhixu, "Immediately put the whole city under martial law, no one is allowed to leave the city, and then take a team out of the city to search."

"Yes."

Zhao Zhixu took the order and left the Marshal's Mansion in a hurry.

Qingtian stood on the spot and looked into the distance, his complexion was gloomy and unclear, he hoped that there was still time, nothing happened to Le Tong.

"Ding... The favorability of the target person towards the raider has increased by 10 points, and now the favorability value is 80."

Ten days passed quickly, and Zhao Zhixu led the army to search all over Xiangzhou City, but still couldn't find a clue.

until that day...

Zhao Zhixu walked into Qingtian's study with a letter, and stood still in front of the desk, "Young Marshal, there is a letter for you to read." After finishing speaking, he handed it over.

Qingtian picked up the letter, opened it, and quickly read it...

Seeing the young commander's brows furrowed tightly, Zhao Zhixu raised his heart. After the young commander finished reading the letter, he stepped forward anxiously, "Young commander, what happened?"

"Le Tong was invited by the Generalissimo of the Northwest to visit Qingzhou."

The word 'being a guest' was almost said through gritted teeth.

I think Zhu Yi, Generalissimo of the Northwest, made very careful arrangements, otherwise he would not have received the information.

Zhao Zhixu was also taken aback. In the past two years, Qingzhou has been very quiet, and he has been quite law-abiding. In addition, the young marshal sent people to closely monitor Qingzhou, so that when Miss Le disappeared, they didn't even think about the Northwest Generalissimo.

"What did the letter say?"

A trace of cruelty flashed in Qingtian's eyes, "Take three cities in exchange for Le Tong's life."

The Generalissimo of the Northwest really opened his mouth like a lion, Zhao Zhixu's face was serious, "Young Marshal, what shall we do next?"

As we all know, the Young Marshal now manages 25 cities, while the Northwest Marshal manages [-] cities. If the Young Marshal cedes land to him, the Northwest Army’s power will expand a lot. Once the Northwest Marshal launches a war, it will be difficult for the Marshal is a great disadvantage.

The corners of Qingtian's mouth curled slightly, with a trace of coldness, he hated being threatened the most, and based on his years of experience in dealing with Zhu Yi, he won't really let Le Tong go if he got the city.

At that time, his power will grow stronger, and it is very likely that he will launch a war and annex Xiangzhou in one fell swoop.

Qingtian took the pen and quickly wrote a reply, then handed it to Zhao Zhixu, "Send it to Qingzhou immediately."

Zhao Zhixu took the letter and gave a military salute to Qingtian, "Yes, my subordinates will handle it immediately."

As soon as Zhao Zhixu left, the housekeeper walked in, "Young commander, that foreigner is here again."

The foreigner mentioned by the housekeeper is naturally Jonson who is temporarily staying in another courtyard.

Jonson would come to look for Qingtian every now and then, but every time Qingtian stopped him with the excuse that he was too busy to meet guests.

Qingtian pondered for a moment, "Tell him to wait for me in the living room."

"Yes."

The housekeeper took Jonson to the living room according to Qingtian's instructions.

At this moment, Jonson was sitting gracefully on the sofa drinking black tea. He suddenly heard the sound of footsteps. He turned his head in response and saw Qingtian walking down from the second floor slowly in military uniform. The collision of black military boots with the floor was like stepping on On the apex of his heart, he stood up unconsciously.

When Qingtian saw Jonson, he quickly scanned his whole body. It was somewhat similar to his figure, and he already had an idea in his heart.

Walking up to Jonson, he smiled friendly, "Hi, Mr. Jonson, I'm busy with things these days, so I don't have time to entertain you well, it's my fault."

(End of this chapter)