In the Blade

In the Jizhou Governor's Mansion, He Xiqing sat in the seat that originally belonged to Liu Yanran, closing his eyes to rest.

He hadn't had a good sleep for ten days.

As a mature soldier, he knew the importance of rest. If he couldn't eat and sleep well, no matter how strong he was, his combat power would be greatly reduced - but he had no choice. The murderer who killed his brother was too hateful.

When the soldiers were eating, the murderer would come to attack them. When the soldiers were drinking water, the murderer would come to attack them. When the soldiers were sleeping, even when they were pooping and peeing, the murderer would still come to attack them.

Although He Xiqing reacted very quickly every time, the murderer would be forced to retreat before killing a few people, but even if the murderer ran away, the dead people would not be able to come back to life.

"He is weakening my physical strength and torturing my spirit."

He Xiqing was clearly aware of this.

Just like cunning coyotes, they never fight head-on with other beasts, but will follow the prey all the way, jumping up from time to time to take a bite, until the prey loses too much blood and is exhausted, then they will rush up to feast.

As a grassland man, He Xiqing has killed more than a hundred coyotes, but he never thought that he would be treated like this one day.

The trapped beast still fights, he even thought about fighting desperately, he remembered where the murderer came from, he must kill this beast.

But when he finally cheered up and led the team to raid Yangjiabao, the village built around the fort was already empty.

The enemy had already predicted his actions and did not leave him any chance to catch the turtle in the jar.

"Cunning southerners..."

After a sigh, He Xiqing could only lead the team back to Jizhen.

He didn't even find any useful supplies, and his enemies didn't leave him anything.

Fortifying the walls and clearing the fields is a common tactic used by southerners. For the grassland people who rely on fighting to support fighting, this is indeed a very useful method - but if the enemy can use it, he can also use it. So following the enemy's thinking, He Xiqing simply prepared to clear the fields and kill all the southerners in Jizhou to strengthen his own strength.

However, the scouts and rangers he sent out to search did not bring back any useful information.

They only brought back the bodies of their companions, with traces of burning flames on the bodies.

Obviously, this is the real clearing of the fields. After both sides knew that they could become stronger by killing people, clearing the field in advance became a necessary means - and now, he can't kill a single southerner, but the other side can continue to increase its strength by hunting scouts and rangers.

In fact, the enemy can also hunt the Qingyang army.

He Xiqing had thought that the Qingyang tribe would cause trouble, but those old guys in the Qingyang tribe must have some valuables in their hands, and He Xiqing could guess it. At present, he did not move his troops and squatted in Jizhen to defend, and he also had some intention of letting the enemy confront the Qingyang tribe.

If the Qingyang tribe won, he would naturally have one less worry. If the Qingyang tribe lost, he would also know the strengths and weaknesses of those leaders.

Who knew that those leaders were so weak.

Ten days ago, twelve wizards of the Qingyang tribe had been killed in a row, and after that, the Qingyang army suffered countless harassments. The entire army was beaten to the ground by just one person. This was the first time He Xiqing saw it, but this kind of shit lasted for a full ten days.

But this weak Qingyang tribe, which was like a chicken and a dog in his eyes, dared to boss him around.

"Brother, I think it is better to withdraw."

Beside He Xiqing, the nine-foot-tall Muershu spoke.

"Now that the war is like this, we are passive if we stay in Jizhen. Instead, we should withdraw to Qingyang Tribe and join the army. Only then will we be more..."

"It's different."

He Xiqing just shook his head.

Indeed, in theory, it is a better choice to withdraw to the army at the moment. He and the Qingyang Tribe army can work together to deal with the enemy more easily.

But some things are not just theoretical.

The leaders of the Qingyang Tribe have long disliked him, and He Xiqing can feel this even if he is blind. And in this situation, as long as he dares to withdraw, those old guys will definitely take him down and take away his military power.

Indeed, changing generals on the battlefield is also not a rational decision, but does he want to use his life to gamble whether those dying old guys can remain rational?

He didn't trust He Lai Jiao Hu, Bu Lu Gu Niu, or the leaders of the Qingyang tribe.

Just like those leaders didn't trust him.

"What's more, those twelve wizards were prepared for me..."

He Xiqing forced an ugly smile.

Twelve wizards were too many to deal with Liu Yanran, the commander-in-chief of Jizhou. As for the remaining ones, they were obviously prepared for him - whether to beat them or kill them, it all depends on the mood of those leaders at the time.

Perhaps as long as he gave in, as long as he begged for mercy, those leaders would spare his life and leave him as the watchdog of the Qingyang tribe.

But he didn't want to be a dog.

Blue is the color of the sky, this is what his father told him before he died.

"The sky..."

He Xiqing opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. His sight seemed to pass through the roof and see the blue sky.

Under the melodious sky, the sound of horns was heard. He and his brothers were galloping on the grassland. In the distance were their parents waiting for them to return home.

"... the sound of the horn?"

He Xiqing suddenly came back to his senses.

"Where did the horn sound come from? Who blew it?"

"Brother, we don't need that kind of thing... Wait, I heard it too!"

Muershu, who was standing aside, was about to say something when he heard the distant horn sound.

The melodious horn sound brought the wind on the grassland, the exciting and cheerful drumbeats, which was the melody of home.

So in order to go home, he had to kill.

"Brother... there's something strange..."

The nine-foot-tall Muershu clenched his fists and tried to stay conscious.

"The bloody power can't be suppressed! I want to kill people now! Those are the wizard's horns and drums!"

"...Does the Qingyang tribe really want me to die?"

After knocking Murshu unconscious with a punch, He Xiqing gritted his teeth, stood up, pushed the door and went out to the tower.

On the tower, He Xiqing finally saw the figure beating the war drum.

The four eyes met.

Even though they were so far apart, He Xiqing had already seen the deep murderous intent.

"How could he manipulate the wizard's war drum!"

Looking at the familiar figure in the distance, the bold madman who killed his own brother, and the life-and-death enemy who made him fall to this point, He Xiqing's eyes instantly turned bloodshot.

"Who! Who leaked it! Is it the Qingyang tribe! Is it He Lai Jiaohu!"

But at this moment, no matter how much He Xiqing guessed, it was too late.

The figure beating the war drum had already picked up a big knife and rushed over on horseback.

Chapter 2 is here, everyone go to bed early.

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