Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 931

Surabaya Pass, which is thousands of miles away, is already frozen like iron. When the strong wind blows, it can't even lift up a grain of sand.

The weather was dry and cold, with no snow or rain, but the north wind whizzed back and forth, hitting the land like a heavy hammer, tamping every stone and every sand and sand even harder.

Standing upright outside the military tent, He Ying glanced at a short and fat old man not far away, stabbing an iron sword heavily to the ground.

With a "bang", the iron sword knocked on the ground with a crisp sound, and penetrated into the ground about two fingers long, and it was difficult to make any further progress.

The short and fat old man spat on his hand, slammed his palm on the hilt of the sword, exhaled loudly, and pressed down hard.

The iron sword made a fragile humming sound, but under that huge force, it sank into the soil bit by bit, at a very slow speed.

He Ying looked at him boredly for a while, then pulled up the cloth scarf on his face, and continued to stand upright in front of the tent.

The north wind blew across the tent like a steel knife, almost non-stop day and night.

This camp is next to Surabaya, and the sound of ice hitting on the Surabaya, "clicking" is like huge broken porcelain, which makes one's teeth chill.

In the main tent, Huan Zicheng moved the copper lamp on the wooden table to another direction, and then poured tea from the pot again.

Curls of white smoke floated into the air from the slender spout, and a wisp of bitter tea fragrance scattered in the tent, adding a touch of elegance to this bitter cold place.

"Please forgive me, I came out in a hurry, and there is no good tea to serve you." He pushed the teacup to the opposite side, then filled another teacup, and pushed it to the second person.

If Qin Su were here, he would be surprised by the situation in this tent.

There were three people sitting opposite each other in front of the desk.

One of them is, of course, Huan Zicheng, the Dalang Lord of the Huan clan who is the governor of the festival, and the handsome man sitting on his left, looking at the teacup with disgust, is the new official. Xue Yunheng, the supervisor of Surabaya.

Xue Erlang, who has always been famous in the world for his white clothes, is not wearing a white shirt at this moment, but is wearing a gray and simple long gown with a black armor on the outside. If he is not too handsome, This armor is really not very eye-catching in this barracks.

Besides the two of them, there was another tall man sitting on the right side of Huan Zicheng.

He was wearing a black robe and a sable fur coat of the same color. The raised hood covered his face, and even his hands were hidden in the sleeves.

He didn't bring the teacup, but just sat quietly without moving.

Just now Huan Zicheng adjusted the direction of the lamp, it seemed that it was for him.Because, after the lamp turned its direction, the whole body of the man in black fell out of the shadow of the lamp, as if he was invisible in the dim tent.

Xue Yunheng looked at him with some dissatisfaction, pushed the teacup away, and raised an eyebrow: "Huan Da, what exactly does this mean?" Then he raised his chin to the man in black: " Who is this one?"

"Fantastic soldiers." Huan Zicheng replied briefly.

Xue Yunheng laughed with a "chi" and tapped his fingers on the desk: "The so-called strange soldiers, shouldn't they be soldiers from my Xue family?" This person made people feel uncomfortable at first glance, and even the words he said were a bit rude: "I, Mrs. Xue, spent a lot of effort to bring these two thousand elites out of Dadu. Now that I am here, But you told me that there is another surprise soldier? Then where should my soldiers from the Xue family be placed?"

"The Xue family is the Zhengqi army, and this one," Huan Zicheng said, then glanced aside, his eyes unclear: "This one is the anti-arrangement army."

"Pfft", Xue Yunheng, who was drinking tea from a teacup, almost spit out a mouthful of tea.

He took out a gray towel and wiped the corner of his mouth, then pointed his other hand at the man in black: "Just him? Anti-Advanced Soldier? I think he is a ghostly evil soldier. "As he said that, he threw the scarf on the table, and his face turned cold: "We are talking at the same table, but we don't even want to show our face. What is the sincerity? How is this behavior different from Xiao Xiao's generation?"

He said this very bluntly, but the man in black still didn't say a word, as if he hadn't heard of his various provocations.

Huan Zicheng took on the role of mediator at this time, and said in a gentle voice: "The so-called anti-surprise soldiers mean doing the opposite. This one's reluctance to show up is also for the sake of the overall situation."

Speaking of this, he actually bowed to Xue Yunheng in the seat, and there was a faint smile on his face: "Excuse me, supervisor Xue, I also think it's better for this person not to show his face."

Xue Yunheng's complexion was a little stiff.

This was not because the man in black refused to show his face, but because of Huan Zicheng's salute.

Frankly speaking, he felt a little uncomfortable, as if he, Xue Yunheng, was important to no one.

"Hide your head and show your tail, he is not a gentleman." He flicked his sleeves, feeling a little uncomfortable again.

If one is wearing a white shirt with wide sleeves, the sleeves can be flicked with vigor, but it is a pity that one cannot even flick the sleeves freely in this gray shirt.

Xue Yunheng felt very regretful.

He knew that this was a battlefield, and that white dress was a moving target.

His elder brother Xue Yunyan must understand this truth better than him, so before he took office, this iron rooster forcibly put away all his white clothes, even the white short brown that Adu secretly hid for him, She was also stained with ink by Xue Shishi, a little girl.

Every time Xue Yunheng recalled the tragic situation of those few days, Xue Yunheng's heart felt cold.

Thinking of Xue Yunyan's order, all the little radish heads of the Xue family ran into Xue Yunheng's room, just like a group of robbers, picked out all the white shirts from the box, and handed them all to Xue Yunyan to receive the reward.

His several boxes of white clothes are now locked in the warehouse by Xue Yunyan, and in the bag of clothes that the iron-faced gentleman handed him, there are only gray clothes and black clothes, it is simply impossible to see.

Xue Yunheng sighed with a sullen face, picked up the teacup and drank it sullenly, losing the mood to talk for a moment.

Huan Zicheng didn't know what he was thinking, seeing that he finally calmed down, he felt slightly relieved.

At this time, the man in black moved, and stretched out a slender and graceful hand with well-defined joints, and a strangely shaped iron pipe was sandwiched between his fingers.

"News?" Huan Zicheng asked.

The man in black nodded silently.

Huan Zicheng raised his eyebrows, took the iron pipe and opened it, took out a page from inside, then turned his head to look at Xue Yunheng: "Let's read it together."

Xue Yunheng lowered his expression and didn't speak, he just moved his body in front of the candlelight, with a serious look on his brows: "Please make it clear, Lord Commander."

　The third watch is over.Thank you for your monthly tickets and rewards.Foretell, there may only be two updates tomorrow.During the holidays during this time, the rhythm of writing was completely disrupted by people coming from home and going out to parties, and the speed of code words also slowed down, tearing my eyes.I will try to write more next week.

　　
　
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