Chapter 126: Secretly crossing Chen Cang

The sun was rising, and the purple glow changed in the sky, giving Anxi City a colorful and gorgeous color. The city gate was still opened early as usual, but it was a little more solemn than usual. Only one city gate was opened, and the number of soldiers guarding the city was twice as many as usual. People took out vegetables, firewood, merchants, pawns, noisy, crowded together, almost crushing the city gate, but the soldiers guarding the city were still strictly inspecting everyone, meticulously.

At this time, a group of people pretending to be strangers came up on the road, saying that it was weird because they were all black clothes, their heads and faces were covered tightly. They had to stop every step, and only use their left foot to make a mistake. The person in front picked a black banner, and a golden moon was printed on the black background. This was the witch sect from the eastern part of Diandong. In fact, the witch sect in eastern Diandong was originally a family, who believed in the sun and the moon, and two priests, one person held the sun and the other person held the moon, until it was divided into two factions fifty years ago.

The place where the Wuyue Sect passed by, the pedestrians stopped and quietly retreated to the side of the road to give in. Although it was a sect in northern Yunnan, they had the same clan and origin, just like two brothers who had fought for uneven distribution of property, but the blood on their bodies was the same lineage. It is precisely for this reason that the idea of ​​reorganization of the two sects has never been interrupted. Every year, they have to send people to each other to learn doctrines and eliminate hostility. This year, the Wuyue Sect is a visitor, and this strange team appeared on the way was the visiting group of Wuyue Sect to Anxi.

The Wuyue Sect gradually arrived at the city gate and was about to start entering the city. The crowded people at the city gate quieted down and all consciously dispersed to both sides. The soldiers were a little embarrassed. The superiors stipulated that everyone should check, but what about the Wuyue Sect? Should we treat everyone equally? All eyes are focused on the superiors. The city gate guard touched his chin and thought for a long time, and suddenly waved his hand and said, "It's good for everyone to check, but they are not humans, let it go!"

When the Wuyue Sect envoy entered the city, many people wanted to sneak in, but the soldiers were all keen eyes and pulled them out one by one. However, the Wuyue Sect envoy seemed to be unaffected and still walked their strange steps seriously. He turned around the corner of the street. A Wuyue Sect envoy made a wrong foot. She was so nervous that she wanted to cry. The reason why she made a wrong foot was very simple. Suddenly one person was missing in front of her.

Just in a doorway where the tutors passed, a man quickly took off his black robe, pulled off the black cloth that had covered his face, and looked at both sides, and soon disappeared into the crowd.

Han Rijin once went to Chengdu official school as a nobleman in Kaiyuan, and almost passed the imperial examination. He almost married a Han woman. He had a deep affection for Han culture, and he had studied, so he is now also the military advisor of Han Guiwang. Han Rijin is a cold-hearted person with a deep cunning and never showed his emotions, but he was obviously irritable in the past two days because he was unable to stop Han Guiwang from sending troops again. Seeing that the war was beyond his control, he couldn't help but be deeply worried about the political consequences of this war.

Once, it was to fight for a woman. Although the reason was far-fetched, the Tang Dynasty did not interfere. However, this time it sent troops under the premise of the intervention of the Tang Dynasty. This would undoubtedly push him to the opposite side of the Tang Dynasty. Han Rijin wanted to slap the table and curse people. Such a short-sighted vision would kill people. He did not rely on the Tang Dynasty, which had strong strength and did not interfere with the autonomous Tang Dynasty, but wanted to surrender to Nanzhao. It was a joke! Will Nanzhao let Hanzhao be autonomous? Will Piluoge allow him to maintain his current status? Such a simple truth but don’t understand, it is really stupid!

At this time, a family member quietly reported, "Second Master, there is a guest outside looking for him. He refused to say his name and just wanted to have an interview with you."

It doesn't matter how mysterious it is, but a mysterious guest suddenly came on the eve of the troops, which made Han Rijin a little confused, "What kind of guest?"

"He is a man in his thirties. By the way, he speaks Chinese."

"Chinese dialect?" Han Rijin suddenly realized something in his heart, "Please come in quickly!"

The visitor was the one who had left the class from the Wuyue Sect envoy. He was the best archery master in the Yulin Army of the Tang Dynasty. Wu Xingsu, a capable general under Li Qing, conferred Li Qing's orders to do a big thing in Anxi City.

As he walked in, Wu Xingsu saw and heard Han Rijin's home, regardless of the decoration, arrangement and conversation of the servants, was no different from that of the Han people, making people feel as if they were in the mainland. No wonder the general wanted to do this move, which seemed to be a bit famous.

Before Wu Xingsu could enter the house, Han Rijin carefully observed him through the crack in the window. He saw that although he was not tall, his skin was dark, and thick calluses were grinding from the tiger's mouth of his palm, his steps were vigorous, his waist was straight, his eyes were firm and confident, and he felt a sense of atmosphericity and calmness in his every move.

"This is a soldier, a soldier of the Tang Dynasty!" Han Rijin immediately came to a conclusion without waiting for him to enter the door.

"I'm Han Rijin, what's your fault for me?"

Wu Xingsu stopped and looked at him up and down. His thin face and cold temperament were consistent with what the general described. He bowed and said, "Wu Xingsu is here, come from the eastern city of Yunnan."

After saying that, he handed over a token of a witch, Han Rijin took it and looked at it, then nodded and said, "Please follow me!"

Han Rijin took Wu Xingsu for a few turns and came to the study room in the backyard. This study room was no different from the study room of a large Han family. Several rows of bookshelf against the wall were lined with books. There were tables and two chairs in the room, with light and elegant arrangements, filled with faint sandalwood.

"Please sit down!"

Han Rijin personally poured him a cup of tea, waved his hand to let the servant at the door retreat, and then said straight to the point: "Tell me! What's the matter with me."

Wu Xing didn't answer, so he took out the Yulin Army waist card and placed it on the table, then took out a letter and handed it to Han Rijin. Han Rijin glanced at the waist card on the table, and then pulled out the letter and spread it out. It was densely covered with small characters, and every word was round and pearly. Before he could see the content, he praised first, "Good words!"

"This is written by my general." Wu Xingsu, who is usually as proud as gold, showed a smile on the corner of his mouth and said one more sentence.

"General?" Han Rijin's eyes showed a look of surprise and a little disappointed. "A martial artist can write such beautiful words. It seems that I am behind the scenes." After sighing, he said casually: "Who is your general? Is Li Qing?"

Wu Xingsu didn't say anything, but just glanced at the envelope. Han Rijin lowered his head and saw that the signature of the envelope read: Li Qing, the prince's servant of the Tang Dynasty, and the commander of Guoyi of the Yulin Army.

He smiled slightly and began to skim the contents of the letter. The content was very simple. It was just that the Tang Dynasty hoped that he would unify eastern Yunnan, resist the expansion of Nanzhao, and continue to maintain the status quo of the cold clan. There was no other words left. Han Rijin's face was expressionless, but the careful Wu Xingsu found that his hands were trembling slightly. Han Rijin seemed to feel Wu Xingsu staring. He raised his eyes and his sharp eyes directly pointed at Wu Xingsu. His trembling hands immediately became stable. He seemed to be nothing, spread the letter on the table, picked up the teacup and wiped it off, but his eyes were not separated from the letter, savoring the meaning outside the letter. Han Rijin had already understood and asked him to be the leader of eastern Yunnan. What should he do if Han Chongdao do? The implication was to get rid of them first.

His face sank, slapped the table hard, staring at Wu Xingsu and said gloomyly: "You want to use the trick of using a knife to kill people, and use my hand to get rid of my elder brother, right?" He looked fierce and pulled out the sword and placed it on his neck. As long as the person in front of him was a little panic and hesitant, he would chop him with one sword.

Wu Xingsu only smiled faintly, "Why do you have to go too far? My general only asked if you want to be the lord of eastern Yunnan."

Han Rijin sneered, "So what if you want? So what if you don't want?"

Wu Xing raised his face and stretched out his super long arm, gently pushed the sword away, "I want to be a hostage; I don't want to, you kill me."

"I won't kill you, but you have to explain it to me."

Han Rijin smiled and his face warmed up. Intuition, he believed that Li Qing was telling the truth. It must have been the witch who recommended him to him. It seemed that Li Qing was not stupid. He saw through Han Chongdao, and Han Chongdao was not worthy of death, but his elder brother was not easy to deal with. He could not kill him, but he was afraid that he would die. He was afraid that he would die and sent Han Ren. Han Rijin felt a conflict, but he did not show any sign of his face. He only looked through the content of the letter over and over again.

Suddenly, he felt something, his eyes rolled and smiled, "You must have another letter!"

Wu Xingsu nodded, "My general said, if you take back the sword, I can send you another letter."

He took out a bamboo tube from his arms, shook out a paper roll from it, and handed it to him. The scroll was very detailed, and all the details were taken into account. There was also a signature of the witch as a guarantee, but Han Rijin was asked to send his son to the Tang army as a qualifier.

Han Rijin took a long breath, "This person has already thought about everything. Even if he doesn't kill his elder brother, he will still not be able to survive."

He lit the fire and burned the two letters, looked at Wu Xingsu again, and smiled faintly, "What if I didn't take back the sword?"

Wu Xing glanced at the eyes and saw a picture of a fierce tiger going down the mountain hanging on the wall about three feet away. He raised his hand and a small crossbow arrow in his sleeve shot out, and a black shadow flashed in the air. The crossbow arrow shot the rope hanging on the painting, and the "tiger" fell down from the wall.

Han Rijin stared at the painting on the ground for a long time before he slowly said to Wu Xingsu: "You stay by my side first and let me think about it again. Even if I don't want to, I won't hurt you."

Two days later, the rumbling drums broke through the brief tranquility of the eastern Yunnan Plateau. King Hangui once again attacked the eastern Yunnan City. Teams of soldiers lined up in the fields, carrying long bamboo ladders, and war horses passed through the army from time to time. One after another, grain transport trucks lined up in long queues, closely protected by heavy troops. The black armor and the cold sword light exuded a murderous aura. They had no resistance along the way, and arrived at the eastern Yunnan City in just one day. The army set up a camp two miles away.

Han Chongdao inspected the combat readiness on the city tower. He had not slept well for several days, his eyes were red, but his energy was still full. He kept shouting loudly to correct the soldiers' mistakes and provide food assistance. Han Chongdao was fully prepared to implement a solid wall and clear the fields outside the city, so that the enemy could not get food supplements. He mobilized people to defend the city in the city to make up for the shortage of troops. With the experience of the last time, he was more confident that he would stick to it for a long time.

At night, countless torches gathered into a sea of ​​fire, as if they were about to ignite the sky. There was also a long dragon of fire on the city. In the red light of fire, the earth turned into daylight. The rumbling drums urged waves of soldiers to charge. The rain of arrows on the city was covered in the sky and shot into the air. They were intertwined with the arrows shot from the city, woven into a huge net of arrows, and turned into arcs, carrying the greetings of the god of death, and eliminating the living life on the earth.

Li Qing stood at the corner of the city wall and watched coldly. This was a farce. The bloody fight between brothers was neither protecting the family nor defending the country. He only saw Han Chongdao's hissings on the city and shouting with bloody eyes under the city. Enough! If they can't fight, the Han people will suffer too much damage, and in the end they will only make a fuss to Nanzhao.

All the Tang troops behind him were also interested in watching this low-level city offensive and defensive battle. The attacking side had neither carts, arrow towers, nor ladders, siege hammers, let alone large-scale long-distance weapons such as stone generators; while the defending side had no bed crossbows, catapults, and serial crossbows. There were only bows and arrows on both sides, and the short-range shooting was extremely fierce, as if it was a meat grinder. Whether on or under the city, batches of soldiers were caught in arrows, and the soldiers on the city were shot and fell down, screaming and falling down the city, while the soldiers under the city stepped on the bodies of their father and brothers, carried the stairs and roared forward, until they were shot to death again, but no one was timid and retreated.

The bravery and fearlessness of death made every Tang army have the same idea in their minds. If they were trained well and equipped with excellent equipment, this would be a powerful team.

After all, this was just a tentative battle, just to find out the facts of the other party. Soon, both sides both sides reduced the number of offensive and defense, and gradually stopped the troops. Then both sides sent people to clean up the bodies on the battlefield and rescue the injured soldiers. Only then could not attack each other. Seeing that the agreed time had come, Li Qing turned around and winked Gao Zhandao. Gao Zhandao understood and led several subordinates to quietly walk down the city. With the cover of night, he quickly came to the battlefield.
Chapter completed!