Detective Di Renjie's legend of Wu Dynasty

Chapter 194

The vast twilight shrouded the silent mountains, only a little light flickered on and off in the far mountain depression. It was the Helan Mountain Station, also known as the Helan Station.

From the outside, this inn is no different from other inns.

However, if you look closely, you can see that the guards here are very tight.

Moreover, the garrison soldiers were not local soldiers in the prefectures and counties, but the sergeants under the command of Youweiwei, the main force of the court.

In the Tang Dynasty, the main force of the Son of Heaven was called Wei, and they were: the left and right guards, the left and right dragon guards, the left and right guards, the left and right habayashi guards, the left and right eagle guards, the left and right leopard guards, and each of the twelve guards had a large guard. The general ruled.

These twelve forbidden troops are the absolute main force with the strongest combat power and the largest number of people, and they are also incomparable to the local soldiers in all states and counties.

Under normal circumstances, the main force of the twelve guards is mostly concentrated in the vicinity of Guanzhong, where the capital Chang'an is located.

Therefore, the Tang Dynasty had the law of "raising Guanzhong to fight against the world", which means that raising the soldiers in Guanzhong can resist the sum of all the soldiers and horses in the world.

In fact, this statement is still not true. To be precise, the main force of the guards near Guanzhong should account for [-] to [-]% of the total number of soldiers and horses in the country, while the troops in other places together accounted for only [-]%.

This is enough to imagine how much the court attached importance to the guards as the main force.

However, at this time, in such a little-known post station hidden in the deep mountains, it is quite unusual to see the figure of the Youweiwei sergeant.

It may be hard for anyone to imagine that this very inconspicuous Helan Mountain station is responsible for the important task of transferring all top-secret military reports from the front line and the imperial court.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is the hub of the communication of the battle situation and the hub of timely communication between the central government and the front line.

It is also because of this that there are four teams of nearly [-] regular army guards here.

The post station is built on the back of the mountain, and there are two watchtowers at the gate: there are only a few seventeen or eight houses in the courtyard of tens of mu of land, and the rest are the trough houses of the post horse.

On the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, it’s the time of the new year. The Helan Station is very lively, with bursts of firecrackers and loud voices. The station, which has been quiet for a year, seems to drive away all the chatter and dullness at this moment.

The main room was steaming, and dozens of post soldiers and sergeants on duty sat around several large round tables drinking and guessing.

Shouting, yelling, pairs of red eyes, tearing exaggerated smile, waving arms and fists...

It seems that people on the border can only use this method to vent their loneliness in their hearts.

As the last ray of light in the sky fades away, darkness engulfs the entire land.

At this moment when light and darkness alternate, a dense fog slowly rises, the fog in the mountains always does this, coming and going inexplicably.

The fog was getting heavier and heavier, and it dispersed in a blink of an eye.

Gradually, everything became blurred.

On the watchtower at the gate, four station guards were watching the surrounding movement vigilantly with long guns in their hands.

A soft sound of "唰" came from the cliff next to the watchtower. A sergeant seemed to have heard the faint sound and turned his head to look up the cliff.

An astonishing thing happened, a white spot approached the watchtower rapidly from the cliff, the sergeant rubbed his eyes suspiciously.

Just in this dazed effort, Bai Dian was already in front of him, and the sergeant realized that Bai Dian was actually a person. He opened his mouth wide in horror, and only let out a half-cry.

The human head turned quickly in the cold light, and with the sound of sharp blades, it flew out like an arrow.

The other three sergeants were completely stunned by the sight before them, and by the time they realized it, it was already too late...

Blade, blood light...

The three fell silently to the ground.

A pair of white leather boots landed firmly in the watchtower.

"Bai Dian" turned around slowly, and the first thing that catches the eye is the white masked silk scarf, the white red arrow coat, the white leather girdle, the white middle coat and fast boots, everything is white of.

Then I finally realized that this "white spot" turned out to be a woman. Her face was not clear, but her figure was very similar to the girl in white in the Dragon King Temple.

She coughed lightly, and waved her hands to the cliffs on both sides.

It's too late, it's too soon.

Dozens of ropes hung from the cliffs on both sides of the watchtower, and dozens of men in purple climbed down like lightning and entered the courtyard silently.

The girl in white on the watchtower flew down like a big bird and landed in front of the main room.

She lifted her chin slightly, and the man in purple jumped up behind her, and kicked open the door...

The carnival postmen in the house didn't even understand what was going on, their limbs and heads were scattered and scattered in pieces of swords, blood and arrows, and the screams before dying echoed in the mountains.

For a long time, the room fell silent.

The deep voice of the girl in white rang out: "From today to the New Year's Eve, we will intercept all the pond newspapers that pass through here and send them to Luoyang, the capital of God!"

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In the early morning, the majestic Helan Mountain looms in the mist, and a narrow official road winds between the mountains and cliffs.

The postman on the horse carried the "six hundred miles urgent" move bag, his face was sweating, he whipped his mount wildly, and shouted loudly.

There was a fork in the road ahead, and the postman took the reins with both hands, and with a shout, the horse ran towards the fork without hesitation.

At the end of the fork in the road is the Helan Mountain Post Station, and the two heavy doors are wide open.

The stage horse soared, its hooves were like thunder, and it rushed into the post station with a cloud of smoke.

The postman on the horse shouted loudly: "Come here! Hurry up, change horses! Emergency military situation is sent to Shendu!"

There was no answer, only his own echo in the empty courtyard.

The postman glanced around in bewilderment, and suddenly his heart tightened. There was no post guard on the watchtower, and there was no shadow of the postman in the courtyard. At that time, the gate of the post was wide open...

The main room, which is the busiest during the day, is now closed.

An ominous premonition hit his heart, he took a deep breath, and slowly drew out the steel knife at his waist.

A loud "creak" came from behind, and the postman suddenly turned his head. A terrible thing happened, and the gate of the posthouse was slowly closed without anyone operating it.

The postman gasped, he lifted the reins abruptly, and the posthorse ran towards the gate with a hiss. It was too late, and soon, dozens of men in black flashed out from behind the house like ghosts and stopped him. his way.

The postman yelled wildly, and the steel knife in his hand turned into a cloud of light mist, and the men in black who stopped in front screamed and flew out.

There was only a gap between one man and one horse left at the gate, and the postmen desperately whipped their mounts straight towards the gate.

"Crack"!
There was a loud noise, accompanied by the mournful neighing of the post-horse, the gate clamped the horse firmly, the post-poster roared and leaped, turned over in front of the horse's head, and landed heavily outside the gate of the post-post.

He jumped up and ran desperately to the col.

Behind him, the gate of the inn opened with a roar, and a group of people in purple rushed out of the gate to chase after him...

　Preview of the next chapter: After the war between the imperial court and the Khitan, what is the situation like?What will happen to Wang Mang, Di Renjie and others who are in Luoyang at this time?Stay tuned!

　　
　
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