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date="2021-11-25"

title="Section 23"

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series = ["General’s Gown"]

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He Liantao, a gorgeous white gold silk auspicious cloud robe, was hunting against the cliff's gale. Just a few days after he took over the power of the supervising country, He Liantao's gray-brown eyes had a look completely different from the previous gentle and humble appearance.

"You just made the shot without permission and let her go?" He Liantao said.

"Xuanji is just the knife that you and I borrowed to kill." Helian Rongchuan raised his eyebrows disapprovingly:

"Now that the goal is achieved, why care about the whereabouts of the knife?"

"Through Xuanji's assassination plan, His Royal Highness finally obtained the coveted military and political power, and soon after he became the throne. And I also avenged my mother. This is the best of both worlds, isn't it?"

"I always feel that I can't see through you more and more." He Liantao paused and spoke slowly.

He Liantao watched Helian Rongchuan step by step into the Dongyun Palace, and gradually grew into a seemingly unruly, but in fact, cold and scheming little wolf cub. He and this younger brother had the same deep thoughts, and they had their own ghosts for King Dongyun, and it hit it off. But recently, whether it was the previous plan to hijack the ship on the Jiaolu River, or the opportunity to use Xuanji’s assassination to make King Dongyun surrender military and political power in advance, Helian Rongchuan’s cooperation with him is no longer as close as before. . He Lian Rongchuan always had various reasons for doing things that made He Liantao puzzled or suspicious. For example, if you desperately die, you must save the life of General Yan.

What happened to him?

Helian Rongchuan interrupted Heliantao's meditation and said: "I remember you promised me that after taking power, I will fulfill my two wishes."

"For the surviving people in Qixia Village, I have secretly dispatched someone to arrange it, and all the dead are ready to be buried." He Liantao said: "This is your first wish. Then, now you have your second wish. NS?"

"Yes."

Helian Rongchuan heard of Qixia Village's arrangements and felt a little relieved. He looked at the distant sky in the south, and a trace of worry and faint expectation flashed in his deep amber eyes.

"Has the prince heard that the southern border of Yanguo Monan was hit by an earthquake, and Beirong was harassed.

He Liantao nodded, somewhat puzzled by Helian Rongchuan's intentions.

"I asked the prince to give me enough manpower and food to go to Monan for disaster relief."

He Liantao thought he had heard it wrong, and laughed blankly: "Are you kidding?" Before the words fell, he could not help being stunned when he saw He Lian Rongchuan's solemn expression.

The sky is vast, and an eagle is walking fearlessly and soaring among the black and gloomy clouds in the south.

How can get an eagle flying above the sky? It is not to break his wings, nor to hide him in a delicate cage.

Helian Rongchuan stretched out his hand, and lightly painted the vigorous outline of the spread-winged eagle across the clouds.

"At this moment, he must need me."

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Thanks for "the strong wind blows eight hundred miles", the nutrient solution X15 is irrigated! bow!

In the next chapter, He Tong has learned thousands of miles to send (), the two meet again! If you don’t believe me, please see the topics of my two chapters~ hee hee

I can finally throw out the candy that I've been holding back for several chapters. I'm so excited! (But it suffocated me! Old tears are in tears, TAT)

I hope you can comment more. Recently, how hot is my comment area? It’s so deserted, crying~

Desert Long Kiss 3

In the boundless desolate Gobi, the wind just stopped. Although it was long past noon, the sun was still venomous, and the white flowers of the saline-alkali land pierced the eyes.

A long line of thousands of troops is marching hard on the Gobi Desert. The team was silent and the steps were heavy. Every soldier has a disheveled face, cracked lips, only the occasional round of eyes and a chest that exhales like a bellows, which proves that they are not walking dead, but living people.

I don't know how long it has been. The front of the team rode on a strong black horse. The man in armor was finally unbearably exposed to the hot sun and ordered to stop repairing. The man's bones are rough, but extremely skinny, and his cheekbones are high and convex. It is simply an active skeleton covered with chapped black and yellow human skin. A pair of deeply sunken eyes glowed with shining green light, like a desperate wolf.

This person is the Marshal of Bei Rongdu, Abdullah.

With an order from Abdullah, the eyes of thousands of soldiers suddenly lit up, and their tired and weak bodies seemed to be infused with a lot of vitality in an instant. There are half-person tall gray-green grasses growing everywhere, which are called "Guanyin Grass" by the people in Monan.

The hungry and thirsty soldiers of Bei Rong picked up their daggers and daggers from the roots of the grass, and the smoke rose up over their chapped faces, but no one evaded them. They stared with green eyes, gray heads and faces, and after digging quickly with their hands and feet, they dug large pits more than ten feet deep, revealing the thick and dense roots of Haloxylon ammodendron deep in the ground.

Countless pairs of dry and dark hands snatched the thick roots, and the dirt on the roots disappeared into the thirsty, pale mouths before they could be wiped off in the future.

In the desert, for Beirong soldiers who are about to run out of ammunition and food, the Haloxylon ammodendron, which is full of water in its roots, is the "life-saving grass" they rely on to quench their thirst and eat their stomachs.

Abdul Lie got out of the way with some difficulty, looked at the soldiers who were constantly fighting for Haloxylon, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes. He took the buckskin water sack from his subordinates, drank it, and tremblingly walked towards the mule and horse team with dozens of heavy wooden boxes behind him.

The centurion who accompanied him immediately acquaintedly ordered people to open the wooden boxes one by one. Numerous gold and silver coins, precious stones and gold objects were immediately displayed in front of Abdullah's eyes. In the afterglow of the setting sun, the dazzling golden light was quietly reflected.

The centurion bowed and said, "Look, they are all here, there are not a lot of them?"

A look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, he reached out and inserted his hand into the wooden box in front of him, grabbed a handful of small gold ingots, closed his eyes, and sniffed fascinatingly.

The centurion observed Abdullah’s expression, hesitated for a moment, and finally said cautiously: "My eldest marshal, this way, for these treasures, twelve mules have been exhausted to death, and the remaining few are sick. I'm almost immobile, look...do you think..."

Do you think abandoning some treasures and hurrying?

Before the centurion finished the second half of the sentence, Abdullah was beaten with a whip on his face. He was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, clutching his fiery side face, and trembling, he didn't dare to make a sound anymore.

"Huh, the mule can't carry it, so I'll replace it. Anyway, I have more people than mules."

Abdul-lie said coldly, suddenly felt that the whip just took too much effort, making him a little dizzy, and he was trembling and crawling back on the horse's back.

Can't delay any longer, he must get out of this Gobi before it gets dark.

"Give me an order, keep going!"

However, when the order was issued, none of the soldiers in Beirong responded.

Everyone unanimously stopped their movements, their eyes widened, and they looked at the end of the Gobi with fear.

The vast and chaotic sky, a round sunset as round as the initial setting of new blood, boldly splashed the golden red afterglow on the straight horizon at the edge of the Gobi. Along with the red sunset, a tall and vigorous black silhouette appeared in the sky. One person, one horse, accompanied by billowing smoke and dust, rushed towards them like an arrow from the string!

Abdul Lie swallowed a little nervously, feeling that the figure in the distance seemed familiar.

Getting closer, getting closer.

They finally understand why there is billowing smoke and dust in the sky.

Because in the white smoke are the iron hoofs of countless war horses!

The black figure in the front, a silver-white hideous mask, finally caught everyone's eyes.

"Silver-faced Yama!"

A scream cut through the sky, and Bei Rong's army suddenly rioted. In the battle between Bei Rong and Yan Country half a year ago, they were planted under the hands of Yin-faced Yama. It was a completely unexpected defeat that was outnumbered. After this battle, the soldiers of Bei Rong were all frightened by the ghost generals of the country of Yan who took the head a hundred steps away. This time they took advantage of the fire and robbed them, boldly swallowing the twelve counties of Monan without any scruples. They also heard that the silver-faced Yama was seriously injured and kept behind closed doors, making them even more scrupulous.

Why is this person coming out again!

Ahhhhh! Thousands of people screamed in haste and grief, and the vast Gobi instantly turned into a hell full of blood.

Originally dying, the vulnerable Bei Rong army was instantly overwhelmed by the imposing steeds and iron hoofs over the fragile line of defense.

Abdul-lie slashed a small soldier who was fleeing in front of him with a slash, and shouted loudly: "Fleeing the battle, cut!"

His move didn't have much deterrent force, and he ran all the way from the 12th counties of Monan. The soldiers had long been resentful at the Marshal, who regarded life as a stubborn and obsessed with wealth. Now that the enemy is present, there is no time to take care of it.

The few guards who had their teeth tight, picked up the sword to resist, did not entangle with the well-trained and high-spirited Yan army for a few times, and became bloody ghosts under the sword.

Seeing the sudden change in the situation, Abdullah hurriedly took strides, panting and desperately rushing to the ten-odd mule and horse team holding the treasure chest, his skinny arm lifted the whip, and he was about to flee.

However, the mule and horse couldn't walk fast because of too much weight. Seeing that the Yan army was about to catch up, Abdul Lie was about to split his eyes.

call! call! call!

After running a few steps, he couldn't help retching violently, and had to stop, with his hands on his knees, arched, covered in cold sweat, but he couldn't vomit anything.

The neck became cold, and a sharp blade stood in front of him.

Abdullah tremblingly raised his head, and looked at the person in front of him with fear and reluctance. Under the silver-white mask, a pair of bright black eyes without any emotion, gleaming with cold light in the setting sun.

As soon as Abdullah's pale lips opened and closed, he couldn't make any more words after saying a few words.

A handful of bright red human blood was splashed on the pale salt-alkali Gobi along with a silver light.

The desolate bugle sounded for a long time, Yan Changqing retracted his sword and led the black and overwhelming tens of thousands of Xuanjia army back slowly.

I don't know how long it has been, half a round of red sun finally sinks into the night, leaving only a few faint dark purple clouds in the sky. A crooked, thin and pale crescent moon was crumbling in the dark night.

In the gray and pale moonlight, a city gradually appeared in the eyes of all Yan Jun. The towering gray-brown city walls and solid stone fortresses have stood majestically in the Gobi Oasis even after a major earthquake.

This is Qinchuan, the first of the twelve prefectures of Monan in Yan State.

All the Profound Armor army breathed a sigh of relief. In the past few days, they have suffered a lot by harassing the Beirong army in Monan during the earthquake in order to suppress them. For more than ten days, they waded through the icy snowy water, traversed the vast desert, and penetrated into the Gobi hinterland, destroying and capturing more than 30,000 Beirong Army. What they used was a roundabout and interspersed battle. This was the tactics their coach General Yan was best at. They were invincible, but they were also extremely depleted. Someone would inevitably murmur secretly. But when he thinks of the coach recovering from a serious illness, he is just like them, with yellow sand on his head, the sky as a table, the dining breeze and sleeplessness, but no temper, silently gritted his teeth in anticipation of a great victory day.

Now that they have finally returned from victory, many soldiers of the Xuanjia Army have even begun to imagine how to eat a few mouthfuls of Monan barbecue, how to take a hot bath, and lie down in the soft bedding to rest.

The dark-green and gold-encrusted Yanjun banner was hunting and hunting in the night breeze. Under the banner of the fluttering army, Yan Chang quietly stared at the city of Qinchuan not far away. Under the hideous silver-white mask, the pretty eyebrows were slightly frowned.

He raised a hand: "Send our military order, all Xuanjia troops should be stationed on the spot, and they are not allowed to enter the city!"

This command was like pouring a basin of cold water on the burning charcoal brazier. Everyone was silent suddenly.

The exhausted Xuanjia soldiers and soldiers in heavy armor, who had just fought in blood, were confused and indignant, but after all, they were the army brought out by Yan Changqing himself. Even though there are quite a few complaints at this time, it is a hindrance to Yan Changqing. Military prestige, no one dared to question loudly.

The deputy commander was bold. He straightened forward, looking at Yan Changqing's cold silver mask, and said gruffly: "What does the general mean?"

Yan Changqing turned around. The deputy commander in front of him was named Xiang Yu. He was seven or eight years older. He was tall and sturdy. He had a strange body. His angular face was full of masculinity. He was very loyal and trustworthy. The fierce general.

"Don't you think it's too easy for us to win these battles?" Yan Changqing asked.

Xiang Yu's two thick eyebrows frowned, and he touched the hard hair on the back of his head: "Sir, don't tell me, this seems a bit too simple! Isn't it said that Bei Rong barbarians are all big personal tall horses, as strong as mules and horses? But the barbarians we have seen in the Gobi these days are all yellow and thin, only half their lives left? I don't need an ax to chop, just two fingers can twist their small necks!"

Yan Changqing nodded slightly, frowned, and remained silent.

Yes, these few battles are really weird to win. Yan Changqing couldn't understand why the greedy Bei Rong army fled in a hurry shortly after occupying the twelve counties of Monan? Why is every Beirong army they hunted and wiped out in the Gobi, all faceted, skinny and vulnerable?

Even the Supreme Commander of the Bei Rong Army, Abdullah, is the same. Yan Changqing had fought him before, vaguely remembering that it was an eight-foot fierce man with a face like a jujube, a sound like a thunder, and a thick chest and a broad body. Today, if it were not for his careful identification, he could hardly regard the skinny and weak person in front of him and the Abdullah in his memory as one person.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Abdullah, who was about to become a ghost under the sword, had a strange light gleaming in his green eyes.

"Earth, ten thousand ghosts come out. The whole Monan is cursed, and I am killed today, and you may not escape tomorrow! Ha —! Ha —! Ha!"

On the way home, Yan Changqing kept thinking about these words before Abdul Lie died. Confused, but also a little creepy.

What exactly did the Bei Rong Army encounter?

Perhaps the answer lies in the distant city of Qinchuan.

Under the white moonlight, the towering Qinchuan city wall faintly reveals a bit of ghost. As the head of the twelve counties in Monan, there must be tens of thousands of poor people in the city who are suffering. They suffered a strong earthquake and were raged by the Beirong Ar. don't know how their casualties are and whether they can survive.

No matter what terrible things are in the city of Qinchuan, as the great general of the Kingdom of Yan, he Yan Changqing absolutely can't help the tens of thousands of people in the city.

The Xuanjia Army finally stationed outside the city. Yan Changqing whispered to the deputy general Xiang Yu. With a hundred elite Xuanjia army and hundreds of stone relief supplies allocated by the court, he knocked open the cold and heavy gates of Qinchuan City without hesitation.

Three days later. Twenty miles outside the city of Qinchuan.

Camel bells are bursting, a mighty camel horse team with a total of four or five hundred people, carrying heavy linen bags, is slowly walking on the desert. The wind and sand gradually rose, and on the leading camel, a pair of slender and powerful calves sandwiched the camel's belly, shook a little impatiently, leaped lightly, and landed on the ground.

Helian Rongchuan squinted his eyes and looked at the end of the endless rolling sand dunes in the wind and sand. He turned around and said, "Hey, old man, how long will it take to get to Qinchuan?"

The person he asked was an old man with a gray beard and windproof gauze in the mule car behind, who was known as the guide of the "Monan Living Map". The old man is dim-eyed, but has a wonderful sense of direction. He tremblingly climbed down from the frame and sat on the floor cross-legged. The wind and sand instantly blew his gray hair fluttering