Nanqin

You must know that Zhang Nanqin's belief is to fight on the battlefield, defend his family, and fight for the North County!

His grandfather once said that the turmoil a hundred years ago, North County was almost annihilated because those who were not afraid of death, including those from the rivers and lakes, went forward to the battlefield and piled up corpses.

Only after a hundred years have passed, these people forgot their scars and pains, and they started to infiltrate the military because of the conflict between lords and families.

However, Zhang Nanqin's heart is rejuvenated, and he also knows that there is that person, maybe all this is just for the overall situation, forbearance, and there must be a second hand.

That kind of sorrow caused Zhang Nanqin's murderous intent on those princes and families. He looked at the five people in front of him and said: "The rivers and lakes are not suitable for you, let's go."

After hearing this, the young man was taken aback, but asked, "Who are you? Why do you know the military so clearly?"

Zhang Nanqin's indifferent eyes looked at the five people, making their hearts tremble. Zhang Nanqin said, "Don't ask if you shouldn't ask. You should be lucky to survive today. Tell me who asked you to kill me."

The young man said: "We are in Nanjiang, where we have been fighting for many years in the Western Famine. We need to recruit troops. When there is a war, we will go. When there is no fight, we will take over the job of the killer list. Kill you. The list was put down. As for who it is, we don’t know."

Zhang Nanqin left without looking back, and Qian Feng followed, gradually disappearing on the suburban road.

In the jungle, another person ran over, holding the flame needle of the god crossbow in his hand. The six people looked far away and only listened to the sound of the carriage.

Several people looked at each other and then left.

Monk Heming drove the carriage alone this time. He did not stay away before, but was in the distance. Then he turned around again and saw Zhang Nanqin walking with Qian Feng on the road. At this time, he picked up the two people to detour from the suburbs. Then to the official road.

As the setting sun sets, the afterglow shines on the eyes, making people unremarkable.

Inside the carriage, Qian Feng was sitting with Zhang Nanqin. Qian Feng looked at Zhang Nanqin lazily smoking a pot, he asked: "My son..."

Zhang Nanqin raised his hand and interrupted: "Those people are not from the Xue family. No matter how long their hands are, they are just a small Changping Mansion. They can't reach the Xuanziying. This matter has nothing to do with you."

After seeing those people, Zhang Nanqin concluded that it must be someone on Jingan Road. After all, a few days ago, he used a small figure in the temple to disgust himself. He even believed that all this was in front of him. The other party seemed to be doing this deliberately. Zhang Nanqin couldn't figure out why.

After all, those princes and families didn't have such a sense of playfulness, they were all vigorous and resolute.

As for those people who didn't dare to fantasize, there must be imperial suppression, and because of the Qin family's signature, there will always be some old people helping him to resist, but secretly these things can only rely on himself.

When playing chess, no one will be an opponent when they come up. They always want to use the least cost, do the biggest thing, and get the most benefits.

Qian Feng was silent, and Zhang Nanqin continued: "The monk will assist you and find a way to take down these three underworld forces. No matter what method you use, if you need me to take action, you can. This is what you have to do."

Qian Feng looked at Zhang Nanqin after hearing this, and Zhang Nanqin took a sip of the cigarette pot: "Don't look at me with that kind of eyes, Beijun is gradually beginning to rot. We always have to do some things, but if you want to choose, you still have time Reply. I know what your dreams were, but one day I suddenly found that the collapse was a different kind of sight, and my heart would always be different."

"However, I will promise you, how strong you are, I will let you go as far as possible."

When Zhang Nanqin finished speaking, the carriage stopped, Qian Feng raised the curtain, and the guards of the other yard took a look and let them in. The carriage arrived at the door, Qian Feng walked down, and Zhang Nanqin followed behind.

Qian Feng pushed the door first, and Zhang Nanqin stood behind him and motioned to Monk Heming in the carriage.

Before I finished speaking, I saw Zhang Nanqin, and the old man lying on the chair beside him kept humming, seemingly angry, Qian Feng smiled bitterly, Zhang Nanqin patted his shoulder gently behind him, and said to the woman. Then he turned to look at the old man on the chair. At that moment, the old man's groaning anger suddenly disappeared, and his eyes were widened and unbelievable.

Zhang Nanqin's expression remained unchanged when he saw this face, but none of the soldiers he had ever seen was not portrayed in his mind.

He vaguely remembered that at the junction of the Nanjiang border and Dongque, the Greed Wolf Camp was killed and injured. Behind them was the Beijun City Wall, and only 13 of them survived.

The military sent a ten-person reconnaissance team to explore the way for these 13 people and conduct beheading operations. One of them was the old man in front of them.

Zhang Nanqin was fourteen years old that year, and the old man was in sixties.

The beheading operation was successful, and those people also gained vanity. Zhang Nanqin asked for military merits for them and arranged what they thought for everyone.The old man was called Qian Luming, and what he wanted was to enter the Yellow Character Camp.

Zhang Nanqin looked at Qian Luming quietly, and the latter's eyes were full of excitement.

For Qian Luming, his life's ambition is to enter the yellow character camp.The task that beheading is impossible is absolutely impossible in everyone's eyes.

But the young man, the figure, the arrogance, stood in the city outside North County, telling everyone that he was going to do it.

If you don't do it, then the city will be shattered afterwards.

It is not only the city of North County that is shattered, but also the hard-won victory that was won a hundred years ago, which will be broken.

Those happy voices in the city will no longer exist.They don't know their happiness, and someone is carrying the weight for them.

Continuing from the east-west border to the west, Nanjiang barbarians will be barbarians, like a broken bamboo!Just like a hundred years ago, the people of East Que ignited war, and none of the five places in Yunzhou were spared. Under such circumstances, the Nanjiang barbarians gathered all the lords to attack the North County. That was a bloody historical lesson. The lives of the soldiers in the temple were exchanged for today's peace made of flesh and blood.

Even so, no one knows that in fact, the North County border faces war every year, and someone is burdening them.

That figure regarded death as home.

But when he returned, he was holding the head of the enemy general, and everyone respected him. It was nine deaths that survived.

He is known as the God of War, the youngest God of War in North County!

Qian Luming made a grunt in his throat. It was excitement. He wanted to get up from the chair and fell forward. Zhang Nanqin held it on, and Qian Feng and the woman stood by and watched quietly.

For them, Qian Luming had never been so excited.

Zhang Nanqin smiled lightly: "No problem."

Qian Luming shook his body with difficulty, like a struggle. In the end, his left hand was raised, and he could only raise it above his belly button. He could no longer raise it.

Zhang Nanqin knew what he was going to do, so he raised his left hand to his right shoulder, and the two looked at each other.