At the Honghe Pass, Pingshan separates a ridge from the west side of the Anshan Mountains, extending from east to west. When it reaches the Great Plains and then turns south, a flat gap appears like a horse's hoof.
gap.
The water of the rushing flood river flows out of this gap and merges all the way into the rolling Dan River in the west.
Sixty years ago, the warriors and supernatural gods of the Xueyang Ancient Kingdom who had been resurrected from their long slumber tried to break into the territory of the Dongting Protectorate from here.
After that war, the Dongting Protectorate built a large number of stone fortresses here, which extended from near the pass to the banks of the Dan River in the rear. Sixty thousand regular troops were stationed here all year round.
Over the past sixty years, a military town has been formed behind the pass, and multiple docks and forts have been built along the way to facilitate the transportation of supplies and goods from the rear to the front line of the pass at any time.
Even during the years when the plague god was raging, the river leading to the pass remained open.
Dou Chang stood on top of the arc-top fortress and looked at the camp on the wasteland to the north, where the Shenwei Army was stationed. Two of the Shenwei Army soldiers who arrived in the north were there.
His mission is to keep an eye on Qi Dian, the commander-in-chief of the Shenwei Army.
This man's combat prowess is very outstanding, second only to Zhu Que, the Marquis of the Army. Among the people who have arrived in Xuanfu now, except for him, no one has the slightest chance of winning against this man alone.
Suddenly, he heard the rumbling sound of a leather drum coming from across the pass, and then a flock of frightened birds flew out. He turned his head and looked, but could see nothing but lush vegetation at the end.
As soon as the figure flashed, Qi Wu came to his side and said: "Senior brother, the movement on the other side is getting louder and louder."
Dou Chang said: "This is a demonstration to us. It has always been there. Don't pay attention to it."
Qi Wudao: "But senior brother, I just inquired about it, and it was said that some natives painted with blood-colored oil paint appeared at the pass before. They appear to be followers of Buchinak, the mad god of the ancient Xueyang Kingdom."
Dou Chang looked stern, turned around and said, "Are you sure?"
Qi Wu nodded and said: "This is news from within the Duwei Army. It should be correct."
Dou Chang frowned, clenched his fists, and said, "Another trouble."
The Mad God Buchinak is one of the only three gods that survived after the ancient Kingdom of Bloodyang was overthrown. It is very powerful and unreasonable. It always does whatever it wants. It has been brought with it several times.
A large number of believers and tribes invaded the Protectorate.
And the most troublesome thing is that the strength of this alien god fluctuates and is very unpredictable. On one occasion, it even took Zhu Que's personal action to repel it.
And its followers now appear here, which means that this alien god is struggling again.
Outside the town, Qi Dian was sitting on a wide tree stump, gnawing on a huge deer leg.
He appears to be only in his twenties, with a strong temperament and neat white teeth. His hair is very hard and looks like stubble grass without being combed. However, there is not a trace of stain on it, but it is dark and shiny.
Has a strange luster.
As a military commander who is famous for his strong attack and hard fighting, his body does not look strong at all. Instead, he is slender and flexible. The muscles on his body are long and graceful, and he looks as strong as a leopard.
Just as he was concentrating on the food in his hands, a young man of sixteen or seventeen years old with a gentle expression walked over from a distance. He walked over, showed a very sunny smile, and said hello: "Brother Qi, you are here.
."
Qi Dian glanced at him, nodded to him, thought for a moment, picked up the deer leg, shook it, and said, "Would you like some?"
The young man looked surprised, walked up a few steps, and said sheepishly: "Really? Then I'm not welcome. It just so happens that I haven't eaten yet."
Qi Dian's expression couldn't help but froze slightly, and his movements also paused.
After taking a few steps forward, the young man suddenly slowed down and blinked at him, saying, "Brother Qi, you can eat alone. I suddenly feel like I'm not hungry anymore."
Qi Dian glared at him angrily, as if he was afraid that he would change his mind, and swallowed the deer leg in two mouthfuls, chewing the bones together and swallowing them. Then he took a wine bag and took two sips.
The young man looked at him and said, "Brother Qi, are you feeling a little bored?"
Qi Dian crossed his arms, wiped his mouth, and admitted: "I'm a little bored and can't find a good opponent. I feel uncomfortable all over."
The young man asked in confusion: "The people from Xuanfu are nearby, why doesn't Brother Qi ask them to discuss things?"
Qi Dian directly denied: "I have no interest in those people in Xuanfu. Except for one Dou Chang, who is pretty decent, the rest are not worthy of my attention."
The young man wondered: "Isn't Dou Chang a suitable opponent?"
Qi Dian shook his head and said: "It is impossible for us to fight to the death. Instead of looking for him, it is better to look for those supernatural gods on the opposite side."
The young man showed a smile and said: "If you talk about the power god, I'm afraid Brother Qi will have a chance to stretch his muscles soon."
Qi Dian tightened the metal wristband in his hand and said, "Yes, I'm looking forward to it." He stood up from the tree stump. At this time, you could see that he was two heads taller than the young man.
After stretching his body on the spot, he turned around and walked towards the city. He waved his hand to the young man with his back turned and said, "Go back."
The young man watched him leave.
At this time, a godly army leader walked up to him, cupped his hand and said: "Marquis Pang and Marquis He are returning from the north. They will probably be able to return to the camp tomorrow morning."
The young man looked like he was relieved and said: "Hey, he is finally back. Not far away are the people from Xuanfu, beside him is the unmotivated elder brother, and opposite is the mad god. The whole burden is on me alone.
It’s really crushing me.”
The team leader looked at his energetic appearance and resisted the desire to speak.
The young man looked into the distance and said, "Where do you think Captain Lin is now?"
The team leader thought for a while and said: "It should be deep into the hinterland of Anshan."
The young man groaned and said: "This time the three of us are here to make a big splash, which can attract the attention of the natives and alien gods to the pass. I hope they can seize this opportunity."
After Zhang Yu returned to his residence in the Academy, he spent a day rechecking the secret book and roughly corrected several of Shang Xueliang's mistakes, but there were still a few details that needed to be considered.
During the inspection, by comparing the paper manuscript and the ink color, he could tell that the secret volume of this translator was roughly divided into two stages.
The first stage is to translate and read paragraph by paragraph, and the content is relatively fragmented, but in the latter stage, the content is more coherent.
This undoubtedly shows that Shang Xueling did not have access to the complete secret volume at the beginning, but translated and read it in batches.
Moreover, he believed that this secret scroll should be translated by more than just Shang Xueling, because he could see that there were some contents in it that did not belong to Shang Xueling's own translation style.
He thought for a moment, excerpted a few paragraphs from it, stuffed it into an envelope, called Li Qinghe, and said, "Send this to Mr. Zhan and ask him to identify it and see if he can identify who translated it."
He did not have much contact with ancient naturalists from other schools. On the contrary, Zhan Shaolang was the son of Duke Zhan and a student of Qiu Xueling, so he had many interactions with these people.
Li Qinghe took it and said: "Sir, Qinghe will go right now."
After Zhang Yu gave his instructions, he continued to check the remaining unfinished parts.
About a summer later, Li Qinghe came back and handed over a letter, saying: "Sir, Mr. Zhan has received a reply."
Zhang Yu took it over, opened it, and saw Zhan Shaolang inside saying with certainty that the translations he copied should be written by his former teacher Qiu Xueling.
The letter also said that when he was Qiu Xueling's student, he had always followed him. At that time, he handled most of the paperwork, so he was sure that at least before the relationship between the two masters and apprentices broke down, Qiu Xueling
I have never come across anything similar.
After Zhang Yu read it, he felt thoughtful.
At this time, he thought of a problem. It seems that the translations of the Shenwei Army were all translated within the past few months, but it has been four years since the fire in the Literary Academy. If Yan Xulun had taken the secret
Volume, why did you wait until today to start translating it?
He deduced that the problem might be that there was only half of the secret volume, so the person had not taken any action, or in other words, the action could not be carried out.
Judging from the secret volume obtained from Shang Xueling, although there are some problems with the order, the content is undoubtedly complete without any sense of fragmentation.
This shows that Yan Xulun probably obtained the other half of the secret volume recently and then started looking for someone to translate it.
If this is the case, no matter where Yan Xulun got the other half of the secret volume, the contents that both parties have now should be almost equal.
He guessed that at this time, the Shenwei Army had most likely secretly sent people to search for that place, but if they were not at the level of a military commander, then there was no need to worry too much. Because the interior of Anshan was full of all kinds of dangers, and the strength
Unless you reach a certain level, it's impossible to cope with it.
So Xiang Chun's strategy is also good. He only needs to watch a few military commanders, and basically nothing will happen to him.
Of course, the premise is that you can live and watch.
At this time, he didn't have to be influenced by the opponent's rhythm. He could just do his own thing step by step. Especially this time, because he needed to go deep into the interior, he felt that it was necessary to improve himself before officially setting off.