Master Xu, like everyone else, had an irrational trust in Marquis Anding, who represented the Xuantie Camp, before he came here. It seemed that wherever Gu Yun was around, he would be able to break into the dragon's den and the tiger's den, and he would be the one to carry it if the sky fell...

…Of course, that trust is now shattered.

Deputy Inspector Xu's Xiaobai's face was livid, and he still held on to the last glimmer of hope and asked: "Commander...could it be that you intended to cross the river this time?"

"How is that possible?" Gu Yun glanced at him inexplicably, "Oh, I have told Feng Hangong a long time ago that this thing is definitely not reliable. The reason why the Black Eagle can fly fast is that it can rely on human control in the sky.

When he builds such a big thing, he just needs to rest when the weather is calm. If there is a bit of wind and rain, he has to take a rest. Isn't it to deliver food to people on the battlefield? Look, he really took a rest."

Ge Chen was vomiting so much that he said with tears in his eyes: "I'm going to go back, I'll definitely tell Gong Fenghan when I get back."

Xu Ling's courage was about to burst. He couldn't be as optimistic as Ge Lingshu. He felt that he might not be able to go back.

Fortunately, there was someone who could speak human language. Chang Geng turned around and smiled at Deputy Ambassador Xu: "Don't listen to him, I'm trying to scare you. This place is flat and there are no garrison camps as far as the eye can see, which means that the enemy's vanguard is not there at all."

Nearby, there is another thunderstorm tonight, and the sound of explosions and thunder are mixed together. He has already calculated that he will not attract a large number of enemy troops. At most, the alert patrol soldiers will come to take a look. "

Gu Yun had a wicked smile on his face.

Xu Ling looked at Prince Yan with almost tears in his eyes. Among other things, he was in awe of Prince Yan's magnanimity and courage that did not change even in times of crisis. He said sincerely: "Your Majesty is wise."

"What is wisdom?" Chang Geng waved his hand, "I have been fooled by him using different tricks since I was a child, and now I have experienced it."

Xu Ling: "..."

For some reason, he felt that there was a strange intimacy in the few words King Yan mentioned about Gu Yun.

It was not very pleasant to lie in wait in the grassland on a rainy night. Fortunately, the Western patrol arrived quickly. Within a moment, someone came over cursing and speaking in Mandarin. The sound of slightly trembling horse hooves came from the ground. Gu Yun, who had been smiling playfully just now, suddenly frowned.

He frowned and whispered: "Weird."

Xu Ling was afraid of his surprise and hurriedly asked: "Gu Shuai, what's weird?"

"There are... three, four, five... why are there only so many people?" King Yan on one side said in a low voice, "Isn't the Western patrol too childish?"

"I don't know," Gu Yun shook his head, "Let's do it first and then talk about it - does anyone know their gibbering Chinese dialect?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes were focused on King Yan. Chang Geng and the two dozen guards who looked like they were waiting for food looked at each other for a moment: "What are you looking at me for?"

Ge Chen was shocked and said: "Your Majesty, you don't know how to speak Fanbang?"

Chang Geng was puzzled: "...I can speak a few Suzhou slangs, but when will I learn to speak Mandarin?"

It turns out that for more than a year, everyone either thought he was unpredictable, or thought he was deep-minded, or simply thought he was a capable person. They always thought that no matter what he encountered, he should have a solution and be good at everything.

At this moment, Deputy Ambassador Xu on the side suddenly said: "Xiaoguan actually knows a little bit."

The gazes that were staring at King Yan just now all shifted - and King Yan himself was also included.

Xu Ling coughed dryly, but did not show any timidity at all, and said: "To be honest with you, the prince and Gu Shuai were guarding the gate of the capital. Hundreds of officials followed the saint to the city gate, and the lower officials also joined them. They were impressed by the incompetence of the s.

However, he had not mastered the six skills and was unable to kill the enemy in battle, so he decided to learn the Chinese dialect. If he fought again in the future and was unable to wear steel armor, if he could follow the generals in front and behind the horses, he would be an errand boy.

If you say so, it is not in vain that I was born with a body of seven feet in this life."

The last sentence is almost sonorous. In fact, among this group of people, except for Deputy Ambassador Xu, they are either Lao Jianghu or Xuantie Black Crow. They are cunning and cunning. They are very fast on their feet. They can risk their lives and kill people. The journey is thrilling.

It was so thrilling that anyone else would have collapsed a long time ago, but it was difficult for Mr. Xu, a weak with a heart full of life for the people, to bear the burden all the way.

The wind and rain are like darkness, but there is a between heaven and earth.

Even Gu Yun rubbed his chin, embarrassed to tease him anymore.

"I'll have to trouble you later, Mr. Xu," Gu Yun's teasing eyes darkened, and there seemed to be a cold iron light in his eyes, "Here he comes!"

As he said that, a group of Western patrol soldiers in light armor walked up to them. One person stepped out from the crowd, walked around the fire and wreckage that had not been extinguished by the rain for a while, and muttered something.

Xu Ling whispered: "He said, 'It's raining so heavily. There shouldn't be a fire for no reason. There are no outsiders in this area. What happened?'"

What does "there are no outsiders in this area" mean?

Just as Gu Yun tilted his head, another foreign soldier picked up a piece of burnt remains from the ground. He held it in his hand and opened it for a moment. Suddenly he jumped three feet high and said something else.

Xu Ling said hurriedly: "He said, 'There is a sign of the Daliang People's Arms Factory on it, and a Daliang spy has sneaked in' - Gu Shuai, they are starting to get nervous, have we been discovered?"

Wood can be scorched, but stone and iron sheets cannot. It must be the mark of Lingshu Academy that makes people recognize it.

Xu Ling: "Gu Shuai, I'm afraid these barbarians will warn you..."

Gu Yun put one hand on the windbreaker blade at his waist and glanced at Chang Geng. Chang Geng calmly took out a clairvoyant that could be clamped on the bridge of his nose. He gently wiped the water droplets on the lens with his fingers.

He plucked the bowstring slightly, as if to check whether it was damp, and then slowly pulled the bowstring away under Xu Ling's dumbfounded gaze.

Gu Yun waved his hand, and more than twenty guards from the Black Iron Battalion quickly passed through the weeds.

I saw a Western patrol soldier unhooking a horn-shaped trombone from his waist, taking a deep breath, and just as he was about to raise it to his mouth to sound a warning, an iron arrow suddenly shot through the air, killing himself exactly

His left ear was pierced, and his head was shot into a rotten red and white watermelon on the spot.

His brains were sprayed all over his accomplice. The next moment, several black shadows burst out and rushed in front of the Western soldiers who could not react quickly. The wind cutter blades made a series of fine chirps in the air, chopping melons and vegetables. In the blink of an eye, several people were killed.

Then he fell to the ground, leaving one person who had not yet had time to dismount, raised his hands fearfully, and looked in horror at the killer who suddenly emerged from the weeds.

It was only then that Xu Ling took a breath and finished what he just said blankly: "...recruit accomplices."

Gu Yun patted him on the shoulder and replied sincerely: "We can't recruit him now - strip him naked, tie him up and take him away. It's not a good place to stay here for a long time. Let's evacuate first!"

After hearing this, the two Xuantie guards took the Western soldier hostage and stripped him of his armor like peeling garlic skin. They stripped him clean, and then tied the Western soldier who looked like a raw and white-cut chicken into a ball.

The slaughtered pork was stuffed into the mouth and carried away.

"I see there is a small village over there. I want to borrow a place to conduct a trial." Chang Geng said as he walked, "Generally in a place near the river like this, during the war, all the people who can escape will be gone. I'm afraid there will only be some old, weak, sick and disabled people left at home.

Ten households and nine empty houses. When I met people, I happened to ask the locals about the situation in the occupied land. However, I had to ask Mr. Xu to go first. The brothers in Xuantie Camp were always murderous even if they didn't speak or move. Don't

Let them scare the people."

Xu Ling said hurriedly: "Yes, I will obey your orders."

As he said that, he glanced at Chang Geng secretly. King Yan was soaked by the rain, and a strand of hair fell from his temples, dripping wetly. He was clearly walking in the deserted wilderness.

In the mud pond, the expression on his face seemed to remain unchanged and he was carrying the bow string that was shocking as soon as he pulled it out.

Chang Geng accidentally raised his head, met Xu Ling's gaze, and asked pleasantly: "What does Mr. Xu want to say to me?"

Xu Ling's expression changed several times, but he finally swallowed the words that came to his mouth and shook his head politely.

The group of people walked into the small village and saw that the village was as quiet as a ghost village. Except for the sound of wind, rain and their own footsteps, there was no movement. The dilapidated firewood doors were half-open and half-covered, and the yard was half-blocked by weeds.

The walls are high, and the entrance is full of broken tiles and decaying tiles. One family member still has a child's bean-green bellyband hanging at the door, dripping with mud and soup, and it has become a rag.

The most spacious one in the village is the ancestral hall, which can be seen from the courtyard and is used by outsiders to stay.

Ge Chen took out a small fire-sized stick from his arms. After unscrewing the lid, a faint light shone out from inside. The bricks and tiles above the head of the ancestral hall were no longer complete. It was raining heavily outside and lightly raining inside. The tables, chairs and benches in the house collapsed.

It was ruined and broken, with only a few pieces of rags left in the corner, printed with the plain prints of the south of the Yangtze River, vaguely reflecting the prosperity of the old Sanqiu Guizi.

Xu Ling looked around the inside and outside of the ancestral hall and asked, "There seems to be no one, Gu Shuai, aren't all the locals running away?"

Gu Yun also frowned slightly, summoned a few guards to search around, and leaned down to pick up the calico in the corner.

"The last time I went to the south of the Yangtze River, it was spring and the flowers were blooming." Gu Yun said, "The flowers were in full bloom, and the warm wind was blowing. Even the rebels took their time and got some merchant ships filled with incense to secretly transport Ziliu.

gold……"

Before he finished speaking, a soldier rushed in: "Commander, take a look, behind the ancestral hall... there is... in the backyard..."

Gu Yun raised his eyebrows: "What's there?"

The soldier's expression flickered for a moment, he avoided Gu Yun's eyes, and said with difficulty: "... from the village."

The small village in the south of the Yangtze River is winding and graceful. There is a small river in the village. The houses on both sides are along the stream. The gurgling water does not distinguish between north, south and east. Now they are all dilapidated. The four stone plaques "Loyalty, Filial Piety and Justice" at the entrance of the ancestral hall have been broken into half.

Rotten stones rolled into the weeds. Xu Ling kicked something under his feet. When he looked down, he almost jumped up - it turned out to be a dead man's skeleton.

Xu Ling: "This...this..."

While he was talking, King Yan had already taken the lead into the backyard of the ancestral hall - he saw the tablets of the true ancestors scattered everywhere in the entire courtyard, the ruins of collapsed gods and Buddhas were covered with dust, and on the black stone slabs, there were countless corpses with their heads separated.

Neatly arranged among them, men, women, old and young couldn't figure it out, but the black bone sockets were already covered with cobwebs.

Xu Ling gasped and unconsciously grabbed the door frame.

"This place is connected in all directions," Chang Geng was silent for a long time before whispering, "There are open seas and canals in the north and south, and official roads from east to west can lead to the south and north of the sea. There has been an endless stream of people coming and going in the past. There are many plains here, and foreigners have forcibly occupied them. Over time,

It must be unsustainable, and our people can easily sneak in. I think they...have to do a thorough cleanup."

Xu Ling asked blankly: "What do you mean by thoroughness?"

"Send heavy armor to massacre the village," Chang Geng whispered, "draw a circle, herd the people in this circle together, clean them up, and don't let any living people in, and then just send people to guard the entrances and exits of a few major official roads, like this

Then the thousands of Xuantie battalions who sneaked into the Southwest under the guise of being travelers will never happen again - now I finally understand why there were only a few soldiers on patrol just now."

"...Because this place is basically no man's land." Chang Geng suddenly got angry as he spoke, and kicked the Western captive in the stomach. The prisoner's intestines were still hanging in the air, and he couldn't scream when he kicked them out with anger.

When I came out, I had no choice but to grunt on the ground like a slaughtered pig.

Gu Yun took the lighting object from Ge Chen's hand and illuminated a soaked piece of wood with a line of writing carved by fingernails on it——

A soldier asked: "Commander, what is that?"

Gu Yun's throat moved slightly: "...the survivors shed tears in the dust...there are only half of the words."

There is a skeleton under the big wooden pillar. It has been rotten into a ball and is stained with white bones. It is really shocking. Only an index finger that has been eaten clean by insects and ants is still pointing at the handwriting.
To be continued...