[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

The autumn rain was rustling, and Miao Xuan rode his horse across the city tower. Although he no longer needed to be shirtless, the sacrificial gown was still thin.

Maybe it's because the sacrifice has just been completed, the map is surrounded by small green dots, only the one on the tower is red and green, and you can tell who it is at a glance.

Miao Xuan is very helpless, this target [-] is really diligent, it seems to be refreshed in various areas of the map at any time, and he is the most good at frequency conversion, the frequency of red and green strobes is hard to ignore, he is really the most fashionable boy on the whole map...

There was a resounding song of birds in the sky, and heavy hooves of horses came from behind. The only people who could gallop on such a serious occasion were those few people. The little pink horse snorted in disgust, and then, Sure enough, Alatan caught up.

"Little uncle!" The young man approached involuntarily, lifted his clothes and put them on Miao Xuan's body, complaining affectionately, "How can you leave in the rain!"

The body suddenly warmed up, and Miao Xuan was still a little uncomfortable. He subconsciously gathered his clothes together: "Thank you."

"Why are you thanking me?" Alatan stared at Miao Xuan's hands straightening his sleeves, and he couldn't help snorting coldly, "I really don't know what you are thinking, are our warriors so fragile? It's just a battle. It's just a difficult siege, where do you need to preside over the sacrifice..."

"The casualties in the army are getting heavier and heavier, and we are far away from our hometown. The soldiers are terrified, so sacrifices are very necessary." Miao Xuan knew that Alatan was worried about his health, so he patiently explained, "People are just like weapons. , It’s impossible not to wipe and maintain it, a person who looks good can easily collapse due to exhaustion of heart and soul.”

Alatan knew all these truths, but he just didn't feel well, especially when he saw his little uncle's pale face and silver hair at the temples.

"We're not Yada and Boja who have no interests, and didn't we say that there are several priests on the snow mountain..."

A black eagle fluttered down from the sky, and Alatan reached out and waved away these clingy little things, "You can let other people host it, why do you have to come in person?"

"Only my strength can take care of everyone." Miao Xuan said helplessly, "And I don't trust Sarina Yada to do this matter. She probably wants a blood sacrifice. This is not in line with my original intention."

Original intention...

Alatan's hand holding the rein suddenly tightened, and he heard himself asking nonchalantly, "So, the little uncle wanted to protect those southerners from the beginning?"

Miao Xuan said very frankly: "That's right, try to minimize unnecessary killings."

"Reduce the killing..." Alatan's expression sank immediately, "Little uncle, which side are you on?"

Miao Xuan was taken aback: "What?"

"The death of those southerners has nothing to do with us."

In the dim light, Alatan's eyes were astonishingly bright, and the water mist condensed on his slender eyelashes, making them hazy, but it could not soften the sharpness in these eyes at all.

He took it for granted: "Little uncle, you should be on our side, don't care about the life and death of those southerners, and even do these troublesome things."

The troublesome things—could it mean the political views he had always supported?Those tolerance towards southerners?

Miao Xuan finally understood the meaning of the eldest nephew, he was inevitably a little bit surprised, he just did some things within his power, but he didn't expect that Alatan would have such a big reaction...

Maybe Alatan is used to being tolerated and courteous?Knowing his philosophy and bottom line, still so solemnly... warning?

However, under the huge power difference, no elders in this world would pay attention to a child's warning, they would only think it was willful acting like a spoiled child.

Miao Xuan laughed softly, and he said softly and coldly: "Alatan, I have never changed my beliefs. Everything I do is for a better future. I never think that strong force can bring long-term nobility. , and... besides Huo Erlanle, I also have another name, Xuan Yi."

Alatan's expression suddenly changed. He never expected that his little uncle would give this answer. At this moment, he almost thought he heard it wrong.

"No, it's not because of the bloodline. Although the bloodline determines a person's origin, it can't influence my belief." Miao Xuan said softly, "It's the civilization of the Central Plains—Tars and southerners. The difference is that we were created in a different environment, if we want to enter the Central Plains, we have to adapt to the civilization here."

Alatan reined in the horse severely, and at this moment he burst out with extremely negative emotions, which even affected the horses and people around him, and even the goshawk hovering in the sky let out an irritable cry.

"Hoelanle, you are our paja—" Alatan uttered each word, gnashing his teeth, and lowered his voice, "Could it be that you want to betray Changshengtian?!"

Miao Xuan was not affected, he still had that gentle look: "No, the Longevity Heaven has always been above our heads. On this land, we will always be the creatures of the Longevity Heaven."

Alatan stopped talking. He was not a very eloquent person, so he didn't know how to refute at this time. Miao Xuan met his eyes calmly.

Most of the Tartars have wide noses, high cheekbones, deep eye sockets and short foreheads, and leopard heads with ring eyes. This is a very powerful skeletal face, which is even more prominent on Alatan. An illusion of being watched by a ferocious beast.

The horse team was still moving forward, and the rain continued to patter. After a long time, Alatan finally responded.

"I will always believe in you, Joelanle." He said, "You will always be mine, the one who leads the green company, and the hero who lives forever in the grassland."

"You can do whatever you want, but I'll always be watching you, and I won't let you do anything wrong."

*

It took the Tartars a year to travel south from the Shangzhou frontier to the Jiangnan Road. The landforms and customs took another turn here, especially the dense water network and gentle mountains, all of which prompted the Tartars to change their attack methods.

Darigachi chose to divide his troops into three groups, with Chaoluomen and Bagen leading the left army, Alatan and Geriletu leading the right army, and Darigachi retained the main force.

At some point, the Tartars didn't pay much attention to seniority and inferiority. The left army was led by Chaoluomen, while the right army was essentially divided into two halves. Alatan and Gerilatu didn't want meaningless internal strife. So we parted tacitly...

The strengths and differences between the brothers seem to be irresistible, but there are lessons learned from the fall of the old royal court, and a healthy and strong Khan is in power in the future. Few people dare to speak too much in front of Da. With the Southerners as the great enemy, it is not the best time to really fight for the right to inherit.

Miao Xuan didn't care about these things. He stayed in the Chinese army under Da's command and no longer participated in the battle. He only helped with the battle reports and internal affairs. The behavior of human forces—why not, since the Semu people can make the best stewards and servants of the Tartars, why can't the southerners?

There is probably no more enlightened slave owner in this world than Dargachi. He always treats slaves equally, and will never be biased because of race or origin...

After all, a slave is just a slave.

*

The scattered distribution of cities is also a major feature of Jiangnan Road. It is difficult for the state capital to form a unified defense line. These scattered small cities scattered on the water network are fertile soil on earth, but now they have become an appetizer for the Tazi army to divide their troops to the south. smaller.

The Tartars put a heavy emphasis on killing, and killed all the rebels. Many small cities would choose to surrender before the army overwhelmed them, but there were exceptions.

Ba Gen was temporarily stumbled by a small town—while marching, he received a request for military help from Daiqin. Although it was unbelievable that this guy could encounter such a powerful enemy, he immediately led his troops to support him. I can imagine that I will encounter an iron stone on the road.

Fengcheng, an unknown small town in the water network, would rather die than retreat before the scimitars of the Tartars. After holding on for three days, the city was broken, and all the defenders were killed in battle. The garrison officials committed suicide and died in the city. Life and death dragged the pace of the Tartars' support.

On the night of the city's destruction, Bagen received the battle report before he had time to rest and reorganize the army. An army of the Tars was defeated and defeated by the southern army, which was much smaller than them. Daiqin also died in this battle.

For the Tatar army, which is rarely defeated, this is almost shocking news, and the nearest troops that should have been rescued in time were stopped by Fengcheng. Bagen also knew that there were mistakes of his own in this defeat.

This small and prosperous Fengcheng, which was difficult to conquer, naturally became a venting point for the Tatar reinforcements.

Ba Gen strode between the ruins, and his Semuren subordinates followed closely beside his master, clutching the battle report that had just arrived, stumbling nervously while speaking.

"...It is said that they used the 'array technique', and that southern general also used witchcraft, cutting soldiers and horses with an invisible sharp blade that fell from the sky..." The subordinate quickly reported, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead Come on, "Daiqin Nayan had already climbed onto the city wall, but was thrown down by that southern general, and just like that was cut in half by the wind..."

"Okay, shut up!" Bargen yelled, impatient, "'I heard' - if there is a battle report beginning with 'I heard', you will jump off the city wall first!"

The subordinate immediately shut up. Ba Gen is a powerful general, but he is not a wise master. His temper is also very violent, and he will lose his temper with his subordinates many times.

"Send the order! Take a good rest tonight, and hurry up tomorrow to meet Chaoluomen and the others!" Bagen stopped and waved his hand, "Restrain our soldiers, no drinking or playing around tonight, I want to watch it before dawn tomorrow morning To a ready team!"

The subordinate hurriedly nodded and bowed: "Let them quickly clean up the city—"

"All right, all right, what else to clean up? Don't even look at the sky!" Having said that, Bagen became irritable again, and he scratched his head, "Don't kill women, children and obedient men, and lock them up together , leave some people to watch."

The subordinates were puzzled: "The southerners in this city have already resisted. Do we still want to keep alive? And there are still thousands of civilians here. We can't leave too few people."

"Shut up! Do it!!"

Ba Gen didn't want to hear it, he just cursed, he didn't want to care about these things at all, his mind was full of Dai Qin who died in battle, although Dai Qin was Alatan's confidant, but he was also very close to him, they used to They raced horses together on the grassland, and peeked at the girls taking a bath together. It has been ten years, a full ten years, and they are still fighting side by side on the battlefield. They have saved each other's lives many times, and they are best friends...

Dai Qin is dead!He was cut in half by the southerners in the air, and his internal organs were spilled all over the floor, without dignity and decency!

The most honorable way for a Tartar to die is to die without bloodshed. It is very humiliating and sad to die like being ripped apart by a wild beast.

Semuren's subordinates ran away, and Ba Gen didn't know where he went. He simply sat down on a towering old tree that fell to the ground nearby. It's all here and there, and now it's lingering smoke and a mess.

Ba Gen decided to stay here, and the remaining soldier beside him also stopped. He didn't dare to step forward to touch his master's bad luck, so he only restrained the horses and hurriedly prepared food and drinks.

"Who is there!"

At this moment, the soldier found something and immediately cursed loudly. He drew out his knife and kicked hard at the wall, and then the wall collapsed, exposing the person hiding behind——

There were quite a few people, a half-dead old woman, a weak little woman, and two half-sized and frightened children.

Chao Luomen is not there, is there anyone in Bagan's army who can detect the breath of living people? Although they have searched one side, it is normal for some fish to slip through the net.

The soldier breathed a sigh of relief, and then cursed, fearing that the master would blame him, he raised his knife and was about to hack the Nanren to death. Seeing that the knife was about to fall on the woman and throw stones, a little girl rushed out and was about to bite him The wrist was kicked away fiercely after he quickly dodged it.

How could a four or five-year-old girl be able to withstand the full force of an adult man's kicking? She flew high, rolled a few times on the ground, hit her head on the stone steps, and collapsed not far from Bagen. , Seeing that he couldn't survive.

The woman screamed, and then couldn't help crying, the remaining older boy also rushed to the girl's side, the soldiers saw that the southerner was approaching his master, immediately roared, turned around As he was about to kill the boy first, the woman immediately jumped up and grabbed his leg, screaming mournfully.

Ba Gen has learned Chinese from Huo Erlanle. Although he basically gave it back to the teacher, he can understand a few words now. He knows that the male master of this family seems to be an officer and soldier. went.

Oh, officers and soldiers, they died so long ago that they couldn't die anymore, maybe their heads were hung on the top of the city, or piled up on the side of the road...

Ba Gen couldn't help but carefully glanced at the child at his feet, and he couldn't help being stunned when he met his elder brother's hateful eyes.

These two children were as old as his Zoya and Baturu, and they were also little brothers and sisters. The two little ghosts in his family were probably sleeping in their mother's bed now.

"Okay, don't kill!" Ba Gen became more and more upset in his heart, he stood up, and stopped the soldiers, "Let's go, call two people to clean up the slaves, let's go back to the barracks first."

The soldier immediately stopped, he put away the knife, and kicked the woman's heart, causing her to fall limply to the ground, and passed away.

Bagen was walking outside, passing by two children. The boy probably thought his mother was dead, and cried while hugging his sister's small body. Bagen looked down—no anger at all. Already dead.

Ba Gen suddenly felt bad. It stands to reason that he killed eight hundred if not one thousand southerners, and saw countless corpses. They were just slaves, and he would kill them if he wanted to, but he never treated women. The children have passed, and now these two little...

After all, he is still a human being, not a wolf cub.

At this moment, the little boy suddenly rushed up, Bagen hesitated for a moment, and didn't kick him away immediately - with his strength, one kick was enough to kill the child five or six times.

But it was such a fatal moment of hesitation that gave the boy his last chance. He bit hard on Bagen's calf. The teeth were so sharp that they pierced through the thin fabric and pierced the skin straight away. with flesh and blood.

Bagen was frightened, and immediately threw the child away, but the child's teeth were already broken, and they were just stuck in his flesh, with blood continuously flowing down...

What's even more strange is that the wound didn't feel any pain at all, it was just numb and itchy. It didn't look like a human bite, but a snake bite.

Ba Gen was taken aback, and immediately raised his head to look at the boy, and then he was horrified to find that in the dim light, there were black and blue lines on the boy's face, life was cut off, and he was already dead.

It's poison!It is the grace related to poison!

Ba Gen came to his senses. He fell to the ground and stretched out his hand to try to squeeze out the poisonous blood, but his powerful hand couldn't use much strength at this moment.

In Tianen, abilities related to "poison" are rare, and few people will use them, because most of the poisons brought by Tianen are very deadly, and they are basically secreted in the host's body first. Therefore, it is easy to be poisoned together with the host when used, and it is almost impossible to rescue.

There are many types of poisons, and their effects are also different. Some will bring severe pain, and some will bring cold numbness, but without exception, they all lead to the same goal.

Bagen felt dizzy, and soon he couldn't sit still. He vaguely saw the soldiers rushing towards him, with a distorted expression on his face, and his name seemed to be shouting from his open and closed mouth ...

Long live God... I am so stupid, how could I lose my vigilance at this time...

Before losing consciousness, Bagen thought so vaguely.

What right does a jackal have to pity others...

Uzhina, Zoya, Baturu...

Daiqin will definitely laugh at me.