His expression was dull and his tone was unquestionable, just like the day he caught her, it had never changed.
Miss Jun bit the meat and put it in her mouth, looking at him.
Meat is different from soup, it must be chewed.
She bit it slowly with her teeth.
Lu Yunqi released his hand from her mouth and gently stroked her head.
Miss Jun swallowed the meat.
"You're wrong," she said, "It's not the weapons that hurt people, it's the people."
Lu Yunqi looked at her, but Miss Jun was not looking at him, and turned away indifferently.
Lu Yunqi turned around and continued to slowly cut the mutton. The room was quiet and occasionally there was the sound of hot oil dripping on the charcoal fire.
Amidst the sound of firecrackers, the new year has arrived.
The lights in the capital were brightly lit, making it look like a fairyland on earth. The emperor and the queen mother were sitting together in the palace, watching the concubines and children in the palace laughing and having fun. The people, rich or poor, were sitting together with their families, and the whole world was bustling and lively.
Even the remote Junziguan in Hejian Prefecture was surrounded by the intermittent sound of firecrackers. The lights of towns and villages in the distance were like stars, which added a bit of warmth to this winter night.
But soon the wind was strong and the snow was flying all over the sky. Even if I was hiding in the house, I couldn't seem to feel any heat.
But despite this, there were seven or eight people crowded into the earthen house under the fort. Among the soldiers wearing old military robes, there was also a fat, white, middle-aged man wrapped in a big fur coat.
Even though he was wearing the thickest clothes in the room, he almost put his hands and feet into the brazier, and it seemed that only the burning pain made him feel the warmth.
"Why is it so cold here?" he said, his voice trembling a little, so that the unfamiliar northern accent he had just learned could no longer cover up the thick southern accent.
Several soldiers laughed.
"It's always been so cold." One of them said, handing him a wine bottle, "I think you, a rich man, haven't suffered from this, right?"
The middle-aged man shook his head repeatedly, took the wine handed by the soldier and took a sip. He suddenly choked and coughed repeatedly, and his nose and tears flowed together.
This embarrassment made the soldiers in the room laugh again, but they quickly handed him a bowl of hot tea.
"Don't think we are kidding you. You have to drink this kind of wine here." A middle-aged soldier who had been silent said, "In the winter, when you are walking at night or checking for security, if you don't have this drink, just fall down and close your eyes for a while.
, I can’t open it anymore.”
The middle-aged man looked grateful and admired.
"Commander Dong Jia has really worked hard." He said, "Fu Mou really admires me. I have never been here before. I don't know. This time I walked around the Northland. Even without fighting, it was difficult enough."
He said, lifting the wine bottle that was handed to him just now.
"Come on, let me toast you all."
After saying that, he raised his head and took a big sip.
Although this time he was not as embarrassed as the last time, his face turned red instantly and tears welled up in his eyes.
For a rich and pampered businessman to be so polite to them, the soldiers who were doing the work couldn't hide their joy and thanked him and raised the wine bottles in their hands.
The atmosphere in the room was warm, dispelling the chill.
But Dong Jiachang didn't drink, and looked at the man with a somewhat gloomy expression.
"I don't know why the captain is willing to let you rest here for the night." He said, "According to our traditional rules, you are not allowed to step into this level even if you freeze to death on the road."
This was indeed said in a rude manner, but the businessman had a good temper and was not embarrassed.
"Yes, we also know that it is against the rules." He said sincerely, "It's all because we are not familiar with the place, wandering around and delaying the journey. If it weren't for the captain and the commander who love the people like children, we definitely wouldn't be alive.
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Chief Dong Jia raised his hand to stop him.
"Hey, needless to say, I don't dare to think that I love people like a son." He said, "I only love people who abide by the rules."
He looked at the businessman.
"I have arranged the place where you live. From now on, you are not allowed to step out. If you or your followers are found wandering around, we will kill you on the spot without asking any reason."
The businessman nodded repeatedly.
"I know, I know." He said sincerely, "Don't worry, we don't dare to wander around. It would be terrible if the wind blows us to the Golden Man's side."
One of the soldiers grinned, but quickly closed it.
"Don't worry, as long as the door of our castle is not open, no matter how strong the wind is, no one can reach the Jinren Realm. Likewise, the Jinren can't cross it." Dong Jiachang said, waving to the businessman, "Okay,
It's getting late, and we don't have much to do here, so Master Fu, please take a rest early."
The businessman responded repeatedly and bowed his hands to the soldiers in the room.
"Happy New Year to everyone," he said.
The soldiers smiled and returned the salute, watching the businessman walk out accompanied by a soldier.
Rather than escorting him, he was actually guarding him and watching him walk out.
"This businessman is serious. What's the point of making so much money? He's suffering during the Chinese New Year." The soldiers laughed and discussed.
Dong Jiachang took a sip of wine.
"So when the Duke said that this businessman should not be underestimated, he was very cruel," he said.
When the Duke of Guo was mentioned, all the soldiers present looked sad for a moment.
Chief Dong Jia stood up.
"Be alert at night, we don't distinguish between New Year's Eve and New Year's Eve." He said, "The Duke of the State has said that as long as we soldiers are alive, we will celebrate the New Year every day."
The soldiers all stood up and responded in unison.
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The night is getting darker and darker, the snow has stopped but the strong wind remains, making the sound of firecrackers in the distance become erratic.
The footsteps of the soldiers became almost inaudible, and only the intersection of torches allowed everyone to see each other.
"sleep tight."
The soldiers who took over said to the soldiers who had finished their inspection.
This is the simplest and most precious blessing.
The two sides met and immediately separated. One group of torches wanted to leave for the barracks in the fort, while the other group went up along the fort, watching the dark wilderness vigilantly in the strong wind.
This is a boring life that they repeat day after day, but even in the sleepiest hours of the night, when the wind almost blows off their eyelids, they always keep their eyes wide open without blinking.
As footsteps passed over the city gate, people standing under it seemed to be able to feel the falling sand.
This is a soldier holding a lantern. Others went up to the city wall, but he stayed to check the city gate.
In fact, you don't need to look at it. The door is thick and has three bolts. Even if you use two logs from the outside, you can't open it.
But isn’t the sand on the city gate strong?
The soldier subconsciously raised his head and looked up. As soon as he raised his head, he heard a pop in his ear.
This is the sound of an arrow piercing the body.
There was a sound of the arrow breaking through the air before it pierced the body, but the wind was so strong tonight that the sound of the arrow breaking through the air was not heard.
This last thought flashed across the soldier's mind, and he fell straight down. The lamp fell to the ground and shattered. A feather arrow in his neck bloomed into a bloody flower under the flames of the lamp oil, and was immediately annihilated.
The torch stuck on the doorway was also knocked down, and seven or eight figures rushed towards him from the night inside. The torch was covered with cloth, and the remaining light revealed a chubby middle-aged man wrapped in a leather jacket.
There was a bit of uneasiness on his face, but his eyes were finally stern. He raised his foot and stepped on the torch, and the city gate fell into darkness three times.
The sound of creaking was faintly heard in the night wind, followed by the sound of tiny footsteps, and it seemed like a giant insect was squirming in the dark night.
Torches came down from the city wall.
"Slow down." Just when he was about to walk down the city wall, the leading soldier suddenly stopped and looked at the dark city gate, "Why did the lights at the city gate go out?"
"It was blown away by the wind, right?" someone said.
This is also common.
The leading soldier shook his head and drew his sword with one hand.
Although the other soldiers thought it was a bit unnecessary, they immediately followed his actions.
"Three golds?" the leader of the soldiers shouted, "three golds?"
No one responded, and the silence was heart-stopping.
The leading soldier stopped and suddenly raised his hand and threw the torch forward.
There was a strange cry in the night, and with the light of torches, the soldiers saw a person jumping on the ground not far away.
The torch hit his head, and the thick hair without a helmet was instantly ignited, illuminating his horrifyingly twisted face.
The face of the leading soldier was also instantly distorted.
"Gold..." he opened his mouth and shouted.
But an arrow had already pierced his forehead, causing him to fall straight down. There was a buzzing sound from all directions, and countless feather arrows penetrated the strong wind like rain.
The screams were instantly drowned out by the wind, and the torches that fell to the ground ignited people, illuminating the entire city gate and illuminating the dense crowd of people in front of it.
They held crossbows in their hands, carried long knives on their backs, and hung short axes on their waists. Their faces were pale and fierce, and they looked ahead like wild beasts descending from the mountain.
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At the same time, the New Year has arrived, and dense firecrackers are heard on the ground. The villagers keeping vigil in the distant villages seem to hear the sharp sound of horns in the deafening sound of firecrackers, which tear the night sky with sharpness and rapidity.
They subconsciously looked over and saw that a fire seemed to be burning on the horizon, burning half of the night sky red.
Fires were everywhere and smoke was billowing.
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Across the Hutuo River, a spark lit up on the ground in the north. Soon it was as if the wasteland was ignited, spreading and lighting up the entire land.
Looking from the vantage point, the entire Hutuo River Basin is filled with people ready to go.
"The time has come."
The strong wind lifted the hood and revealed the face of a man, it was Yu Chihai who had once appeared in the capital. At this time, there was no humility or humility on his face, only arrogance and fanaticism.
"My sons, the prosperous land of Zhou people has opened its door to welcome us."
He raised his hand and pointed south.
"Go ahead."
Thousands of horses roared together, falling to the ground like thunder, glaciers broke through, and came like clouds.
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(Third update, 8,300 words, I wish everyone a Merry Christmas, heavy fog) (To be continued)