Death Sutra

Gu Shen pulled out the knife and sword, and Azhiba stood up and believed that what he was doing was correct.

"I used them to kill a lot of people." Gu Shenwei said, turning the sword on the table and turning it on the table, did not respond to the urgent suggestion of the military division. "If you want to kill, what means will you use?"

Azhba did not understand why the Dragon King suddenly asked such a word, and his thoughts turned around and replied: "Use bows and arrows."

Gu Shen took a shot and heard that it was a shoulder, so that he no longer had to pretend to find something. "The military sergeant wants to kill, will lobbi the stronger, and avenge the enemy with fangs."

Fang Wen is a bitter smile, "Dragon King, you really know me."

Azheba still doesn't understand, "Near the army did not want to kill the Dragon King."

Fang Wen is open. He understands the meaning of the Dragon King. "Now." He deliberately emphasized these two words. "The near-serving army does not want to kill the Dragon King now, but they know that they hold the same sword as the Dragon King. Bows and arrows, like me... fangs."

"You mean that the near-service army slaughtered the officers?" Azhba himself is also a victim of the mutiny, but he still has feelings for the army he has been waiting for. "It was an accident. The soldiers were tempted. Most of them were just assassinated." The military heart is inevitably unstable..."

"This is this." Fang Wen is interrupting the other side. People can see the facts, but they cannot see the truth behind the facts. This is the value of the existence of the counselor. "The near-service army is a special army, directly belonging to the king of Khan himself. Unless there is no loyalty to the object, even the Prince of Khan is no exception."

"Yes."

Fang Wen looked at the Dragon King. These words he had not said before, but I believe that the Dragon King must understand that at this moment, he not only has to convince the young and arrogant Azhiba, but also has to convince him to become hesitant. Dragon King, "Please allow me to say something offensive. The old Khan Wang has lived too long. Now this near-service army has forgotten that there are Khan kings before the North Court. They will also be there in the future. They are only loyal to one person, old Khan. Wang, no matter what life or death."

Azhba nodded reluctantly, but this white fat man was right. If he had no such deep feelings for the old Khan, the soldiers of the nearby soldiers would not be easily confused by the shaman. The noble officers also performed because of their performance. I don’t care much about the old Khan, only to provoke the hatred of the whole army.

"Da Tuo is the younger brother of the old Khan, and his incarnation. With him, the soldiers still have a tablet for worship. When he dies, the military becomes confused."

"Dragon King can reorganize the military heart, he has this ability." Azheba is quite eager, "100,000 near the ranks, worth fifteen thousand or even 200,000 ordinary cavalry."

Fang Wen shook his head. "Impossible. The police station killed the officers but did not get any punishment. The demonstrations against the kings were not subjected to any resistance. The big shaman was thrown and he fell heavily. All this behavior will be They have a subtle influence in their hearts: power is in their own hands, and the commander is dispensable."

"Let the nearby army to suffer a bit, and choose the new king of sweat early, this is still a reliable army." Azhba unconsciously changed his attitude, he can accept today's two losses, still feel that there is no need to completely cut off everyone .

Fang Wen shook his head with a smile and was about to refute it on unquestionable grounds. The Dragon King spoke up. "Enough, Azhba, go out with me."

Fang Wen’s smile on his face turned into a bitter smile. Just to convince an Azba, the Dragon King was a little fussy. He didn’t want to go into the group of soldiers. “Dragon King, your weapon...”

"Leave here, look at me."

"Ah? I can't hold it..."

Azharbamo silently followed the Dragon King, and the anger in his heart was not so firm.

The dragon turned over the clouds and the guards kept at the door, received the instructions of the Dragon King, did not follow, jumped out of the darkness of the three teenagers, and then disappeared into the darkness, that is Nie Zeng and Tie Lingyu, Chu Nanping, they are fiercely competing in the Dragon King. The name of the personal guard.

Red Dapeng flew to other places for food. The beef and mutton in the camp did not suit its appetite. It did not like to stay on the ground for a long time.

Surrounded by silence, Azba could almost hear the buzz from the nearby tent.

All the way, the two men walked out of the land and began to enter the area where the troops were stationed. They temporarily suspended the name of the "nearly serving the army", but they still became self-contained and refused to mix with soldiers from other sources.

More than a dozen cavalry held the torch on the side of the road, recognizing that the dragon king nodded and let go, respectful, but did not dismount.

This is the arrogance of the near-serving army. Azhba remembers that he was only a centurion who was unwilling to be a singer. He occasionally traveled and received more treatment than the captains of the kings.

It was late at night, but the soldiers near the army did not go to sleep. Most of them remained outside the account. A large number of small bonfires were lit up between the tents, surrounded by groups of soldiers, whispering and merging into one place. Low-lying.

Only a very small number of people discovered the Dragon King, and only hanged their heads lower, and did not stop the ritual of worshipping the bonfire.

"I don't understand the Northern Court." Gu Shen said in a low voice that no one can scream in the environment.

Azherba only heard a sentence and knew what the soldiers whispered. Strictly speaking, it was not a prayer. "This is a will of the old King of Khan. He is a courageous soldier who will fight the enemy and share his glory with him. ""

The old Khan king gave a lot of will to the nearest army. There is nothing special about this. I don’t know why, I was respected by the soldiers.

Azherba served in the camp for nine years, but now he walks in the camp like a stranger, even a little scared.

Gu Shen had no purpose, strolled around, and received more and more attention. After turning a corner, they were blocked by a group of soldiers.

There are about forty or fifty people, standing in a row in a row, the same costume, can not see who is the leader, they nodded to the Dragon King, paying tribute, but did not give the king a courtesy.

Nominally, the temporary owner of the soldiers is Shulitu. The identity of the Dragon King is only the Wang Shi. The red-top Dapeng puts a layer of mystery on him, but he has not raised his position to an extraordinary position.

The first row of soldiers was silent, and the voice came from people who could not be seen behind. "We are petitioning the Dragon King and hope that you can convey our words to His Royal Highness."

Shulitu is topped with three kings. It is too troublesome to call. He doesn't know who opened his head. He is called "Little King."

"Speak your wishes."

Still the voice, still refused to show up, and more soldiers stopped praying and gathered. "The old Khan is still calling his waiter, but some people refuse to order."

“Speaking in detail, who?”

"The person around the Dragon King is one."

Azheba was shocked. The nearest serviceman still remembered to kill the aristocratic officer and bury him.

"Azheb is a **** shooter, the most brave general in the army."

"It is also the waiter who is most needed by the old Khan." The voice is still respectful, but it is not allowed.

"Azheb is still less than a year old to end his service."

"Even if there is still one day left, he is also the officer of the old Khan Wang, and he should be responsible for serving the old Khan."

Azhaba couldn't help but speak. "You are the cavalry of the old Khan, and you are serving for life."

"We are ready to continue to fight for the old Khan, but you don't have it, so you need our help, and the near-service aristocratic officers need our help."

This is a strong argument, but Azhba can't find a rebuttal. He can only hold the handle and watch the group of people he wants to protect with vigilance.

The soldiers gathered quickly reached hundreds of people, and another voice that could not see the figure said: "Dragon King, we are willing to fight for you and Xiao Wang when we are alive, but our soul belongs to the old Khan."

"Give us the abandoned aristocratic officer, this is our only hope." The soldiers are more and more courageous and more and more people are talking.

Gu Shenwei raised his voice slightly. "I heard your request and will convey your words to His Royal Highness, but this is a military camp. I don't allow internal killings."

This is the boundary of the Dragon King's prestige, and Azhba can clearly feel the spread of hostility around.

But no one stood up. The soldiers in the first row went to the Dragon King, and the other soldiers did it and slowly dispersed.

Azheba had a cold sweat. He was not afraid of death. He was not afraid of the dragon king killing a sword like a hemp, but he did not want to die in the hands of a group of weird soldiers.

Gu Shenwei pointed to a recent campfire and signaled Azhe Baga to pray with the soldiers.

Azhba had not much confidence, but he still solved the knife and handed it to the Dragon King, slowly squeezed into the crowd, bowed to the ground, and whispered the dry intention.

Slowly, the miracle happened. Azhaba was drowned by the low-pitched sound of the lake. The words naturally emerged from his mouth, no longer boring and boring, but with some mysterious power. He felt like something was there. Pull yourself and hold yourself.

Azba used all his willpower to break free from this force, looked up and saw the fire, in addition to firewood, and the bodies of dead soldiers.

He slowly withdrew from the crowd, followed by the Dragon King, and walked out of the camp near the Yuan.

After picking up his knife from the Dragon King, Azhaba finally spoke. "I have been in the near-service for nine years, and I have never found any speciality for the soldiers."

"They have no specificity. Like most people in the North Court, they are loyal to the old Khan. I believe that he has become a god, but he is more determined, but they have been exploited and they have been caught in it."

"Using? Was Shaman?"

"I will take you to see them."

Several shamans became prisoners and they gave some important information.

"There is always a way to save." Azheba still refused to give up, he can break free from prayer, and the soldiers can.

Gu Shenwei just wanted to talk, and suddenly reached out to stop Azheba. At the same time, three young escorts appeared from the shadows and rushed to the same place.

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