Chapter 26

"Me?" Pu Cunxi was so frightened that he turned his head quickly and looked behind him. There was only a small white courtyard behind him, and there was no one else. Pu Cunxi breathed a sigh of relief.

"You scared me!"

Pu Cunxi questioned him, so scared that he thought that Yan Mobei was behind him.

"I didn't scare you." Qin Shan said solemnly, "Since Xiao Yi has let out the words of Tibetan style, Yan Mobei has no way to go. A few days later, when people from various sects find him, will he succeed? With the Xiqiang running dog, it is natural to see the difference."

He was mysterious, no matter how much Xi Chenshui and Pu Cunxi forced to ask afterwards, Qin Shan refused to say more. No, the two can only have a restless heart, looking forward to the meeting of heroes in a few days.

However, beyond everyone's imagination, and even beyond Qin Shan's expectations, the Xiqiang people had already breached the western border before Xiao Yi gathered all the great martial artists. The soldiers rushing to the whip, with the bloody military sentiment, rushed to the capital.

The Western Region Border Town was broken! Tens of thousands of people became the dead souls of Xi Qiang's sword.

This news shocked the ruling and opposition parties.

For a while, the Central Plains, both inside and outside the Central Plains, were a little nervous. And then the news came one by one, the fifty thousand frontier pass defeated army was killed in the desert, and the guarding general Mingwei was beheaded and hung on the wall. Border Town missed one after another, and Daqi's territory was missing a big corner overnight!

It was the rookie under the throne of Xiqiang, General Huwei, who led the troops to break through the first city of the border and cut off the head of the general Mingwei.

Greigce, he also has another name known to the people of Central Plains-Yan, Mo, Bei!

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It is obviously the beginning of spring, but the western fortress, which has just gone through a bloodbath, has not the slightest joyful atmosphere of welcoming the spring. The people kept their doors tightly closed for fear of causing killings, so they didn't dare to go out easily, while the laughter from the city and outside the city was all night long, and it was all the Xiqiang people who entered the city looking for fun.

"General Gotze has been frowning. Isn't the beauty here not to your liking?"

The right general of the King of Xiqiang, Muli, smiled, holding a half-dressed woman in his arms, but when he spoke, he had already reached into the woman's shirt and touched it casually. Among the Xiqiang soldiers beside him, many of them even untied their beauties and started to live happily. Suddenly, the house was lit by charcoal fires, and there was a miasma in the house.

The white-clothed man known as General Gotze sat in front of the window with a cup and a cup, as if he was not moved by the licentious language in front of him. Hearing this, he raised his head and drank the glass of wine and turned around.

Under the flickering candlelight, this person's face lit up.

Unlike these rude Xiqiang men, the white-clothed man has black hair and black eyes that are unique to the Central Plains, and his face is handsome and elegant with a bit of Confucianism, but his features are similar to those of the Western Regions. He is as deep as a knife and looks a bit wild. The two temperaments are even more handsome.

With such outstanding looks, the geishas who were rudely occupied by the Xiqiang people could not help but secretly glance at him a few more times.

Noticing the distraction of the woman in his arms, Muli was a little unhappy. He pushed the woman away without paying attention to the other party's cry. He walked up to the white clothed man and said provocatively: "General Goce seems a little dissatisfied. Haha, I forgot, General Gotze has half of the Central Plains pig's blood. Is it because he feels distressed for the Central Plains people?"

When he said that, other soldiers also let go of the beauty in their arms. The heads of the soldiers in the Central Plains are all proofs for them to go back to claim credit. If Gree Gotze is not good at this time, it is afraid that it will cause most of the military's dissatisfaction. In their view, the Central Plains defeated the army and killed it. Is it possible to raise them?

"General Muli did the wrong thing about killing the soldiers." The white-clothed man put down the cup without hurriedly, avoiding Muli's provocation lightly.

"Oh." Muli sneered, "Ge Ce, do you really regard those Zhongyuan pigs as your tribe?"

"For the winter, the army is living in the city, and it needs labor. Compared with ordinary people who have no power to restrain the chicken, the soldiers of the Central Plains are naturally the best enslavement. When the spring begins, our people will move and cultivate, and we need a lot of manpower. "The white-clothed man said with a smile, "General Muli gave an order and killed 40,000 young men in Baikeng. When the Wang questioned him, how can the general answer?"

Muli was choked for a while, not knowing what to do, he was suffocated in his heart, and he was a little afraid of Gotse's statement, and suddenly fell into a disadvantage. When he came back to his senses and was about to continue to find fault, the man in white had already turned over and jumped off the second floor.

In a few ups and downs, the figure has reached the distance.

"Today's hospitality from General Muli will be reported tomorrow."

Leaving Muli, who was jumping with anger, could only vent her anger with concubine Ji beside her.

The white-clothed man returned to the military account alone and entered his tent. There were soldiers standing guard outside his account, and this was no exception. It is to protect the safety of General Huwei, but in fact it is to monitor him.

Surveillance?

He is now returning to the Central Plains, I am afraid that everyone will be blamed. Is there still a need for surveillance? But Xiqiang King never relaxed on this point.

Gregorce, or Yan Mobei chuckled, unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, and poured it into the bed. He was lying in the account, his muscles undulating slightly with his breathing, and soon he was sweating. And his breathing gradually became quicker.

Today, the wine was mixed with medicine to help, but he only found out halfway through the drink. If it hadn't come back early, he might have really caught the calculations of the Muli group.

Yan Mobei smiled bitterly, and an unnatural blush hit his cheeks. The medicinal properties gradually infiltrated his mind. Yan Mobei barely remained half awake. While alerting the movement outside, he reached out and took out a piece of close-fitting from the clothes. Piece of cloth.

The piece of cloth was carefully folded, apparently being kept carefully. However, probably because of the aftertastes often taken by people, it is already a little shabby.

Yan Mobei didn't care, put the half-old piece of cloth in front of his eyes, took a deep breath, breathing even more quickly. He freed up a hand, moved up and down under his body, breathing lightly from the corner of his mouth. Yan Mobei closed his eyes, as if looking at someone through the scent on the cloth, and occasionally his eyes were full of aggression and hunger.

By the time he was finally satisfied, a full cup of tea had already passed. Yan Mobei carefully put the cloth back in his arms and put it away. When he cleaned himself, he didn't know what to think of, his face rose a blush, and he was totally different from the shameless addiction to cloth just now.

"General Gotze!

At this moment, a call came from outside the account, recalling his sanity. Yan Mobei's eyes were cold, before he packed his clothes and opened the tent door, he was already indifferent and inhuman.

"what's up?"

"The king sent an envoy to come and call you something."

Yan Mobei said with a light, "I see."

When Yan Mobei entered the camp, the envoy of King Xiqiang had been waiting for a while. There was only one person in the account, and no one else. Yan Mobei stopped at the door of the account for a while and walked forward.

"messenger."

"General Gotze."

The special envoy of King Xiqiang congratulated him, "This time the successful capture of the frontier fortress, Wang Xin is so happy, and the general is indispensable!"

"To work for the king, I only do my best." Yan Mobei's eyes seemed to flash a sneer, "I don't know what happened to the special envoy, but someone in my elders offended the nobleman and accidentally fell into the river?"

"This..." The envoy looked embarrassed, "What happened to brother is completely unexpected."

The messenger said hypocritically, "We never thought that after he had a dispute with the second prince, he would fall into the water unfortunately. But the general rest assured that the senior brother already has news."

The messenger lowered his voice and said, "Today a report came from the inside of the Guan, and the brother was rescued by the Central Plains, but it became a pawn in their hands. The Central Plains will soon hold a group of heroes, General Goce, Wang is very concerned about this matter. "

Yan Mobei sneered in his heart, but his expression cooperated and said, "I will definitely follow the king's instructions."

"Wang believes that this is the right time. The secret book that entered Xiao Yiran's hands may be in Shaolin's hands." The messenger said, "General Wang Ling sneaked into the Central Plains and waited for the opportunity to regain the secret book."

Central Plains, crazy swordsman Xiao Yiran, cheats.

Hearing those familiar names, Yan Mobei's first thought was the face that made him dream.

He calmly said: "Geze obeys orders."

The messenger patted his shoulder with relief, "General Goce, don't forget that your mother is the blood of the king's closest relatives, and you have the most noble blood of Xiqiang. The king trusts you like his own child. And now you The divisions were all recuperating on the territory of Xiqiang. The general had finished his mission and happened to be back with them."

This combination of soft and hard work can be regarded as sealing Yan Mobei's back road.

"When does the king want me to leave?" Yan Mobei asked.

The messenger smiled, "Starting today. This trip—" He stretched out his hand and eagerly patted Yan Mobei on the shoulder, "Be sure not to disappoint the king."

Having well concealed the emotion in his eyes, Yan Mobei lowered his head and respectfully promised.

But it wasn't until the messenger left that he raised his head, and those silent black eyes released a cold, wolf-like light.

Let him return to the Central Plains?

The Xiqiang people thought they had grasped his handle and sat back and relax, but they didn't know that there was a word called Fanghuguishan!

In Central Plains, there are still people waiting for him.

Yan Mobei raised the corners of his mouth, feeling happy, but when he walked out of the camp, his expression was restrained, which became a little-spoken Gree strategy.

"General!"

The guard soldiers saluted respectfully. For some reason, they felt that General Gotze seemed a little different after seeing the messenger, like a beast leaping forward to capture its prey.

But in the small town of Jiangnan far away in the Central Plains, someone who was serving tea slowly sneezed.

Qin Shan touched his nose, rarely feeling a little flustered.

One year has not expired, but someone is coming back.