[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

At the end of summer and into autumn, the Tartars went to another state.

In less than a year, the people who moved south from the northern grasslands have already occupied half of the land of the Southern Dynasties. Their speed is so fast that they hardly give the southerners any breathing room.

Is the army of the Tartars so strong?

People who escaped from the war continued to move to the south. They repeated the horror of the invaders again and again. Those devil-like foreign enemies destroyed their homes, took away all their property, and killed their blood relatives and friends.

What is even more desperate is the news of successive defeats.

Of course, the imperial court wanted to expel the foreign enemies, so it sent heavy troops to attack. However, the generals and troops who had high hopes failed to bring victory. The news of failure came from the north again and again, which once again proved the fear of the refugees.

As a result, all kinds of rumors naturally appeared among the people, saying everything, the most outrageous of which is probably——

The king of the Tartars is Yan Luo from the underworld, so he can shake the earth with a wave of his hand. His four sons are wind, fire, thunder and lightning, who are specially escorted by evil spirits; his priests can bring curses and love torment The souls of the dead; his army is a ghost army, unstoppable in this world.

Such rumors are hard to stop. When the Southern Dynasty is unable to protect the people, the storm from top to bottom will come to everyone's heart.

Wei Jinghuan strode in the barracks. His face was covered with stubble and stains. Compared with a few years ago, he almost seemed to be a completely different person. The ambitious frontier general was dead, and now he is alive. He was born in the city defense army and was promoted to the deputy general of the Gyeonggi army with difficulty.

After such a long time, no one can recognize Wei Jinghuan - almost all his relatives and friends are dead, only enemies are alive, but those enemies are hiding behind the scenes, no one will look down The officers and soldiers under their feet, they will only look at the north in fear, and count on the protection of God.

Wei Jinghuan walked to the destination, he opened the door curtain, and before entering the room, he fingerprinted loudly and said: "My lord! Why has the Gyeonggi garrison not sent troops until now, the time is fleeting, and now the people are panicked, and the morale of the army -"

"Shut up!" The leader was taken aback, and immediately stopped in a low voice, "Xiao Jing, what is your identity, how can you be so disrespectful? I know you are unparalleled and young, but how can you act arrogantly?" When discussing military orders, you need to know that disaster comes from your mouth."

Wei Jinghuan's words suddenly stuck in his throat, what's the point of talking about military orders?Now he himself has no fear, but when he looked at the commander with full hair, he couldn't say this.

The commander is the former department of General Zhao, but so far he doesn't know Wei Jinghuan's true identity. Generally treat him.

"In today's situation, who doesn't know that the people are terrified? But the personnel at the top has changed a lot, and the dispatch of troops has been postponed..." The commander paused, and said with difficulty, "There are adults in the court who are deadly admonishing His Majesty to go to the army, and some people say that the crown prince is invited to go on behalf of His Majesty. , There is still no conclusion yet, I know that you only want to serve the motherland in your heart, but you must not stand out at this time, lest you be used by others and fill that... bottomless pit for nothing."

The commander's words are really heartfelt words, and that's all for his own son. Yes, the people of the whole Southern Dynasty, whose life can fill the deep pit of imperial power?Even if the current royal family is a single lineage, and the father and the crown prince are very close, but at this time, leading troops to fight...

The grandson of the emperor has already been born.

Wei Jinghuan stared into the commander's eyes, but the commander avoided his gaze and just lowered his head heavily. After a long while, Wei Jinghuan moved first. He walked into the tent and lowered the curtain behind him, a line invisible to the naked eye. The transparent wall curtain rises to envelop the narrow space.

"Commander, thank you...my luck is not too bad, and I have always met very good officials." Wei Jinghuan smiled, "Since the army is temporarily unable to move, why don't you transfer me to the front line first?" .”

The old commander was shocked, and immediately raised his head: "You, you are going to the front line? Now it is a big defeat, and you can only bring a few soldiers with you. Even if I can promote you to multiple ranks in the transfer order, the collapse of the front line Soldiers may not necessarily use you—"

"As long as you can go, that's enough." Wei Jinghuan was extremely firm, "I know what the Tartars will do, as long as you let me go, I can lead the army! I can defeat the enemy!"

The commander knew that he couldn't persuade him any more. Now that the wind and rain are turbulent, no one with lofty ideals will hide in a corner, and this young man surnamed Jing is even more determined... He saw Old General Zhao in this young man shadow.

"Go..." the commander lowered his head and said dejectedly, "Xiaojing, I'm not as good as you."

The curtain fell, and Wei Jinghuan walked out of the camp. The halo of the setting sun dyed the barracks blood red. Looking at the horrific scene in front of him, he knew that the purpose of this trip had been achieved.

But even if he was able to take the military order on the road in a few days, he didn't feel the slightest pleasure, only the fatigue of carrying another heavy load.

The front line, the border, the Tartars, the imperial palace, Hangjing... A variety of words rushed into the mind of this southerner, and the secret letter he had just received a few days ago appeared in front of his eyes word by word.

That was the secret of the Tartars that he had watched through the eyes of another man:

[Darigachi, Wang Ting Khan, Heaven's Grace "Earth", controls the land, the border is twenty miles away, can shake the earth five times when trying his best, brave and wise, good at accepting advice, the hero of the grassland...]

[Geriletu, the youngest son of Khan, the "sun wheel" of heaven's grace, summons the false sun, manipulates the strong light to burn the opponent, restrains the yin and sage, is brave and heroic, has power and wisdom, and his party members are all over the royal court, hiding but not revealing, Wolf ambition, not loved by Khan...]

[Alatan, the third son of Khan, the "wolves" of heaven's grace, manipulating people's hearts, ordering birds and beasts, the border is thirty miles away, those with firm will can get rid of control, brave and resolute, reckless and careful, brutal and bloodthirsty, all brothers Among them, Khan loves the most...]

……

[Huo Erlanle, the high priest, the "shadow" of heaven's grace, can sneak into the shadows to assassinate, restrain the positive saints, the boundary is unknown, the ability is unknown, unfathomable, and the same family does not know its depth, No.1 among the Tartars, His meritorious service is highly respected, and he has won the trust of the Khan and the princes. 】

[…...soft and tolerant, pity the weak and the few, not like the Tartars. 】

*

The battlefield has never been merciless, and the Tartars once again encountered fierce resistance when they went south, and after paying the price of flesh and blood, the Tartars finally captured the city.

Since they are rebels, the old and the young will be massacred together.

Miao Xuan found Dari Gachi again: "Soldiers and adult men who took the lead in rebellion may deserve to die, but women and children don't need to be slaughtered."

Darigachi scratched his head with a very headache: "Huo Erlanle, I don't want to waste property, but this is the best way to appease the warriors - there is nothing more simple and effective than it, you know, Nanren So much, it’s okay to waste some.”

Raising troops to the south is like migrating to the grasslands. How can you not reward your subordinates who worked hard and sacrificed a lot?There is no reason in this world not to kill wolves after digging out their dens, not to tame wild horses after hunting them, or not to eat meat when hunting sheep!

For the military, the pressure that war puts on individuals is very heavy. Even though human beings are born with the ability to adapt to various environments, who can not waver in the face of the life and death of themselves and their comrades in arms?

As the attacking party in a series of large and small siege battles, the Tartar army cannot reap the honor and achievements of defending their homeland. "Honor, since this is the case, it is a normal choice to release pressure and compensate for psychology through destruction.

Furthermore, the massacre is still a very economical means of intimidation, which can be of great help to the southward movement of the Tartars. As long as a few lucky ones are selected from the massacred cities and expelled, they will bring the legend of the disaster to everyone. Southerners, let fear become the spark that burns the grassland.

——See, this is the end of rebellion, the Tartars are not without mercy, but it is only rewarded to the docile flock.

So does Darigachi still need to think about it?The simplest and most convenient solution to the problem is already in front of him, so why doesn't he choose this convenient and cheap method?

"How about holding a sacrifice?" Miao Xuan proposed his alternative plan, "Just looting property as a reward, and then restraining soldiers, using sacrifices instead of massacres, so as to release the fear, resentment and anger in people's hearts."

Darigachi was a little embarrassed, so he had to scratch his face again: "Of course it is possible, but Huo Erlanle, can you still preside over the sacrifice with your current body? If you really do as you said, then the specifications of this sacrifice It must be the highest, and only you can preside over the priests."

"Yes." Miao Xuan coughed softly, "...Brother, in fact, after that time, my strength has increased again."

Darigachi was silent for a long time after hearing the words, and then sighed in a low voice: "It's all in exchange for your life... I would rather you not think about these things and cultivate yourself well, your current body can no longer withstand any twists and turns."

Faced with Darigachi's sincere worries, Miao Xuan couldn't say anything to comfort him. After all, the incurable hidden wounds accumulated together, and this body was indeed so bad that it was about to be reimbursed.

Although the battle with the third target was indeed thrilling, but Miao Xuan would fall to this point, somewhat habitual indulgence.

Now that you are leaving, this model in this world is nothing, it is just a prop for Kryptonian life... As for the half life left here, of course, it is for the final assassination and the last vote just leave.

Miao Xuan has come in this way in so many worlds, of course he doesn't think this way is wrong, if there is no interference (your ex-husband is rushing to come.jpg), he will continue to do this.

"Forget it, don't say those depressing words!" Dari Gachi laughed again, he winked at Miao Xuan, and lowered his voice to laugh, "I have a hunch that you must walk behind me, anyway, the good days of the Tartars are coming. It's coming, do you want to consider taking advantage of this sacrifice and asking for grace from our gods, and find two girls to have fun after the sacrifice—"

Miao Xuan almost choked on this sip of tea: "No, thank you!"

Darigachi shook his head: "It's a waste, it's a waste! Isn't it a pity for you to look in the mirror every day! I heard from those little brats that you are actually pretty good—oh, after all these years, you are really good!" You have never broken a precept, how did you hold back your 'pretty good'?"

Miao Xuan: "..."

The physiological structure of Miao Xuan's modeling has never had any problems. It is basically a replica of the original body. He just has almost no psychological needs. As for why he has a "very good" evaluation-the conditions on the grassland are difficult, and bathing and swimming are rare. Which Tatar man has not crossed the river with his relatives and friends in broad daylight?But if this companion doesn't act like a human being and stealthily, it's basically impossible to guard against.

Miao Xuan bowed his head and drank tea, rejecting the three vulgarities, starting from me.

Dari Gachi still loves vulgar jokes at an old age. He winked at Miao Xuan for a while, but unfortunately he didn't get any response, and finally lost regretfully: "It's boring for you to be ascetic as you are... Wuyun Yada said Makes sense, you are probably a born white deer."

Miao Xuan didn't respond, so he took it as a thank you to the leader for his compliment.

Just kidding, Dari Gachi patted Miao Xuan on the shoulder. Although he agreed with the proposal, he finally persuaded him: "My little brother, I know that you are kind by nature, but the southerners have hundreds of thousands of cities. It is impossible to hold sacrifices every time."

"Huo Erlanle, don't pity them too much, our tolerance cannot be given to enemies, only to slaves."

*

Before the twelfth lunar month of this year, the execution of a prisoner of war ended in the continuous autumn rain. Afterwards, the Tartars finished sacrificing their beliefs and once again occupied a brand new territory.

There was no massacre.

Huo Yuhuai felt sad again - it was just that the city had not been massacred, the beasts were still burning, killing and looting, but just such a little compromise could make him feel lucky.

Those dead bodies piled up outside the city were warriors who defended their country. Their corpses were strewn all over the fields, their bones were scattered, and they died just like the old princess.

If you submit to the Tartars in this way, is the Central Plains still the Central Plains of the southerners?Just because fewer people died, just because one life was saved, and groveling in exchange for a meager existence, like a slave on the grassland...

This is the extermination of the country.

On the well-ordered streets, the Tartars' troops roared back and forth, preparing to continue going south. The next thing to fight was the Jiangnan Road. The terrain was complicated and the water network was densely covered. Four good sons, years of fighting on the grassland have honed a new generation, and they can easily catch a lot of generals.

Huo Yuhuai held an umbrella and stood on the dilapidated city wall. Behind him were the southern soldiers who had died heroically in battle. Their heads had been beheaded.

Under the city wall, the Tartar priests who presided over the sacrifice passed by on horseback. Huo Yuhuai saw the leader at a glance. In the wind and rain, his figure looked extremely thin, and his waist seemed to be broken.

It's really strange, Huo Yuhuai thought, this person is exactly the same as when he was a teenager, almost unchanged.

In the past, he would try his best to send away the southern slaves, but now he is willing to protect the lives of women and children... Is it because of the other half of his blood?Completely different from the Tartars, the same blood as the old princess?

But you were the one who killed the old princess... What were you thinking when you raised the butcher knife to the dying old woman?do you hate herDo you sympathize with her?Do you admire her?Or, do you know that you killed the other half of your blood relatives?

Huo Yuhuai tried his best to figure it out, but he still couldn't guess the result. He only hated himself for not being able to read the heart of Huo Erlanle, or Xuan Yi, so much so that he couldn't help thinking about it day and night.

If there was no Huo Erlan in this world but only Xuan Yi, then he would probably become the same person as the princess, but he grew up on the snow-capped mountains and grasslands.

Huo Yuhuai suddenly felt regretful. If the two old palace men hadn't died peacefully in the short period of peace, he would definitely get them out and threaten Huo Erlanle.

The crowing of goshawks sounded in the distance, and the third prince of the royal court came on horseback. Alatan has the ability to manipulate birds and beasts, and there are always eagles and raptors by his side. It is said that his favorite thing to do is whip the living meat to feed those beasts...

But this time, this noble and tyrannical young man didn't bring any weapons. He came in a hurry, just to guard the high priest's side and put him in clothing to protect him from the wind and rain.

Is this the friendship between teachers and students?Or is it for other people to see?

Huo Yuhuai involuntarily launched the "Listening Truth" to collect the voices of the people around him. Sure enough, they appreciated this behavior very much.

It seems that the third prince has quite a few supporters... same as his second and fourth brothers.

For the Tartars, Darigachi is the best king, and he has four good sons, but the problem is that these four princes are too good.

The inheritance of the Tartars follows the custom of the youngest son keeping the stove, and the youngest son inherits the family business. From this point of view, the royal court of Qilulian should be left to Gerilatu, but do his brothers agree?What about the forces behind his brothers?

Darigachi is indeed a very fair king, but he still couldn't hold back, showing his preference for the third son. Many people, including Geriletu, have noticed this, and what's even better is that Ge The relationship between Riletu and Alatan is not good.

The Tartars are not united from top to bottom, especially when the successive victories in the south will soon give rise to internal differences. It only depends on how to resolve this conflict... or how this conflict will break out.

To weaken a strong and barbaric nation, it is only necessary to let irreconcilable contradictions erupt from within.

Huo Yuhuai lowered his eyes, the rain splashed on the ground in front of him, and his distorted shadow was reflected in the blood-stained puddle.

Since the royal court of the previous generation has been torn apart, how can the royal court of the Green Company continue smoothly?

There is not only one way to defeat the enemy. Since you can't win with strength like tigers and leopards, you have to learn how poisonous snakes and evil insects lurk, as long as you take the most deadly bite...