The Ghost Lantern Detectives, like the Quantai Killers, are both shady underground organizations in Yongtai City. If an epitaph is written directly in recognition of these brave men, it will undoubtedly put the other spy agents at risk of being exposed.
After thinking about it carefully, it is more or less regrettable that the intelligence personnel affiliated with Ghost Lantern were not seen during their lifetime and their names were not heard after their death.
"Then set up a wordless monument. No one knows their names, but their achievements will last forever." Chen Tian said in a deep voice, with the tone of a generous and tragic song.
Fan Changxiang also had mixed feelings and responded angrily. Apparently, he deeply remembered these colleagues who worked hard in the darkness and devoted themselves to the light.
The two of them were silent all the way.
Finally we said goodbye in front of Wubao Wangque.
Chentian walked into the study room. The window was bright and clean. The yellow osmanthus flowers were placed in the jade vase, and the fragrance floated.
As his eyes fell on the map of Kanyu on the north wall, his thoughts were like ripples. Currently, Yin Jianyuan occupied Pingmuguan to guard Gusu City. Due to the destruction of 200,000 servants and 900 griffon legions, he was temporarily on hold.
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Now there is only the fully-organized Xuanjia Anvil Battalion blocking the east side of Makino Beach, blocking the Yongtai Army. Chen Tian is very confident to capture this elite heavy armor.
However, he did not want to confront Zhao Pingshan head-on with swords, but instead dealt with Zhao Pingshan without any bloodshed, which was bound to arouse suspicion within the Yin family.
In short.
Chen Tian wants to completely break through Pingmuguan and occupy Gusu City before the reinforcements from all over the world arrive at Daigui Mountain.
However, he has always prepared for a rainy day and does not rely solely on alienation tactics. He has already made full preparations.
The first step is to rest and reorganize Taizi Camp and Kangzi Camp, and prepare to attack Zhao Pingshan head-on and fight a bloody path.
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The second was to use the underground tunnel secretly dug by Li Jie to attack Pingmuguan by surprise, which would surely catch Yin Jianyuan by surprise.
Of course, all of this requires the right opportunity and then a big move.
After finalizing his thoughts, Chen Tian felt that the battle situation was much clearer, and his mood gradually stabilized.
As soon as he took his eyes off the map, he suddenly felt a pair of soft touches from behind, which stirred his heart.
"Holy lord, the sweet-scented osmanthus is blooming."
"It's time to work."
"Hehe, I just picked it up while wandering around nearby." Madam Yang is always very clingy.
As long as there is no one around, she will come close to you softly and softly. Besides being charming, she also likes to move her hands and feet.
Chentian held her little hand that was moving downwards, turned around and held her in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, smelling the faint fragrance from the tips of her hair.
"Dai Guishan is really suitable for growing osmanthus trees. The wild ones are bigger than those carefully cultivated in Shanglinyuan. The water and soil support the people."
"Yes." Yang Niang was restless, curled up in her arms, her exquisite body twisting like a water snake, "Does the Lord want to enlighten an Osmanthus Fairy while the army is here?"
"I don't have such profound knowledge, so let's forget it."
Brahma Lin Boji herself has the cultivation level of the Ninth Level of Heaven, and has survived for thousands of years. She has experienced the mortal world and sailed through thousands of sails. Her colorful life experience is enough for her to enlighten the grass and flower fairy at will.
But what about Chentian?
The curse of the cricket in his body now only makes it a mere level of Xiaotian, which is better than nothing. With this key point alone, he has no chance of independently enlightening the fairies of plants, trees and flowers.
"The god has no intention of enlightening the Osmanthus Fairy, so you might as well try the Osmanthus Cake." Yang Niang's eyes were full of eyes, and her voice was gentle, "I just made it, it's delicious."
Since Xianyinge funded the construction of a water wheel mill next to the Dragon King Temple, Yongtai City's recipes can be said to have ushered in spring, with hundreds of flowers blooming.
Because stone milling is very expensive for ordinary people, even if there is a good harvest of wheat, it will only be threshed and directly cooked into sticky wheat rice.
What's more, pulling a stone mill to produce flour requires an animal, which ordinary people cannot afford.
But after Tong Ruoran generously donated money, everything was no longer a problem. In addition, the social wealth of Yongtai City was fully surging, and pasta products were greatly promoted.
Just for noodles, there are more than a hundred noodle shops along the street, which greatly enriches the taste buds of the world.
As for the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by Yang Niang herself, it is no longer an exclusive benefit for rich families, everyone can eat it.
"Not bad, the steaming temperature is just right." Chentian praised, casually picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and gave it to Yang Niang to try.
As a result, Yang Niang took her finger in her mouth and took advantage of the situation to move closer to his arms. Her face was full of charm and her fine eyelashes were fluttering.
"Teasing me, right?" Chen Tian hooked her pointed chin and sighed, "But you beg for mercy early every time, how dare you make a mistake?"
"Where did I ask for mercy? The god must have misunderstood -" Yang Niang refused to admit defeat and opened her mouth to bite his finger again.
Chentian then held her pretty face in his hands and kissed Fangze deeply. Then, amid Yang Niang's unknown exclamation, he picked up her waist and jumped onto the bed.
While singing softly, the last ray of sunset glow gathers in the western mountains, and night falls.
The river breeze rustled through the forest trees, and the white moonlight fell on the ground, spreading melodiously for hundreds of miles.
The anvil camp was beating, reflecting the expectation on the faces of the soldiers surrounding the hanging pot. Today they confiscated the property of farmers near Makino and made a lot of money. Even the soldiers at the lowest level got their share of beef.
Now the smoke was billowing from the kitchen, and everyone was holding bowls and chopsticks and staring directly at the pot. The sound of slurping saliva was louder than boiling water.
General Zhao Hongying smiled and passed by them to express condolences, and walked straight into the main tent, where he found that General Zhao Pingshan was still looking at the map.
After waiting for a while, Zhao Hongying took advantage of him to raise his head and waved his hand to order people to bring out groups of food boxes and trays. The dishes were sumptuous, just like a new year.
"All 70,000 refugees have left?" Zhao Pingshan squinted his eyes and looked down at the dazzling feast with mixed feelings.
He once determined to learn the supreme military battle formation, guard the northern region of Cangxi, and create the glory of the human race emperor again.
But as he gets older, he always feels like he doesn't recognize himself less and less, and even facing the ideals of his youth, it is no longer easy to ignite his passion.
Zhao Hongying saw that his expression was different and he was thoughtful, so he immediately spoke to comfort him: "Why should the general be so sad?"
"The order to drive out the farmers in Makino came from Pingmuguan, from our immediate superior, and even more from the head coach of the Cangxi Yin family. Can you and I stop it?"
"Say no more."
"These farmers knew that the war was coming, but they did not evacuate. They were obviously deeply seduced by Yongtai City. If they stayed, they would be supporting the enemy. Why not give the brothers outside the tent a feast?"
Having said this, Zhao Hongying opened the food box and presented a plate of buffalo tenderloin grilled with cinnamon charcoal.
Zhao Pingshan took the initiative and chewed it until he didn't know the taste. He remained silent. No one knew what he was thinking.
"General Qi."
"Say it."
"The general met Chen Tian again this evening by the riverside." "Oh? How is the funeral?" Zhao Pingshan raised his head, his interest rising.