Thousands of miles away, Surabaya Pass, the frozen ground is like iron, and when the wind blows, it can't even roll up a single piece of sand.

The weather was dry and cold, there was no snow or rain, but the north wind howled and smashed into the land like a heavy hammer, ramming every stone and every piece of sediment harder.

He Ying stood upright outside the military tent, and at a glance, he saw a short and fat old man not far away, stabbing an iron sword into the ground.

With a "bang", the iron sword made a crisp sound on the ground, and it went deep into the ground about two fingers long, and it was difficult to advance an inch.

The stocky old man spat on his hand, struck his palm on the hilt of his sword, exhaled, and pressed down hard.

The iron sword hummed weakly, but under the tremendous force, it sank into the earth little by little, very slowly.

He Ying looked at him boredly for a while, then pulled the cloth towel on his face up and continued to stand straight in front of the tent.

The north wind slashed the ground, and steel knives generally swept through the camp tents, almost day and night.

This camp is next to Surabaya, and the sound of the ice on Surabaya can be heard, and the "click" is like a huge broken porcelain, which is almost chilling.

In the main tent, Huan Zicheng moved the copper lamp on the wooden case in a different direction, and then held the pot to pour tea.

The curling white smoke drifted into the air from the slender spout, and a wisp of bitter tea fragrance spread out in the tent, but it added a little elegance to this bitter cold place.

"Please forgive me, I came out in a hurry, and there is no good tea for you. He pushed the teacup to the opposite side, and then filled the other teacup and pushed it to the second person.

If Qin Su was here, he would definitely be surprised by the situation in this tent.

There were three people sitting across from him in front of the bookcase.

One of them is naturally Huan Zicheng, who is the governor of the Huan family, and the handsome man who is sitting on his left and looking at the tea cup with disgust is the new official Surabaya supervisor - Xue Yunheng.

This Xue Erlang, who has always been famous for his white clothes, is not wearing a white shirt at this moment, but is wearing a gray and simple long shirt, covered with a dark armor, if it is not for his face being too handsome, this armor is really not very eye-catching in this military camp.

In addition to the two of them, there was another tall man sitting on the right side of Huan Zicheng.

He was dressed in a dark robe, covered with a mink coat of the same color, with an erected hood that covered his face, and even his two hands were hidden in his sleeves.

He didn't go to serve the teacup, just sat quietly and didn't move.

Fang Cai Huan Zicheng adjusted the direction of the lamp, it seemed to be for him. Because, after the lamp was redirected, the whole body of the man in black fell outside the shadow of the lamp, as if he was invisible in the dim tent.

Xue Yunheng looked at him with some dissatisfaction, pushed the teacup away, and raised one eyebrow: "Huan Da, what does this mean?" As he spoke, he raised his chin to the man in black: "Who is this?"

"Odd soldiers. Huan Zicheng replied briefly.

Xue Yunheng laughed "sneering", and pointed his finger on the bookcase: "The so-called strange soldiers, shouldn't they be my Xue family's soldiers?" As he spoke, he looked at the man in black from the corner of his eye, always feeling that this person was uncomfortable at first sight, and even took his words a little unceremoniously: "I don't know how much effort it took to bring these two thousand elites out of the capital. Now that I'm here, you've told me that there's another strange army, so where should I put the soldiers of the Xue Clan?"

"The Xue clan is a positive soldier, and this one," Huan Zicheng said and glanced to the side, with an unclear look in his eyes: "This branch is an anti-surprise soldier." ”

"Poof", Xue Yunheng, who was drinking tea with a tea cup, almost squirted out a mouthful of tea.

He took out a simple gray towel and wiped the corners of his mouth, and pointed his other hand directly at the man in black: "Just him? As he spoke, he threw the towel on the table and lowered his face: "When you sit and talk together, you don't even want to show your face, where is your sincerity?

He said this very politely, but the man in black still did not say a word, and he was unaware of his various provocations.

Huan Zicheng took on the role of mediator at this time, and said in a gentle voice: "The so-called anti-surprise soldier means to do the opposite. This one's reluctance to show up is also for the sake of the big picture. ”

Speaking of this, he actually waved his hand to Xue Yunheng in the seat, and a faint smile appeared on his face: "Xue Jianjun forgive me, I also think that it is better for this person not to show his face." ”

Xue Yunheng's face was a little stiff.

This is not because the man in black has always refused to show his face, but because of Huan Zicheng's hand salute.

Frankly speaking, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, as if he Xue Yunheng was not heavy.

"Hide your head and show your tail, he, not a gentleman. He flicked his sleeves, feeling a little uncomfortable again.

If you are wearing a white shirt with big sleeves, how energetic it can be to blow the sleeves, but unfortunately this gray coat can't even do the action of brushing the sleeves.

Xue Yunheng was very sorry in his heart.

He knew that this was on the battlefield, and that the white clothes were a moving target.

His elder brother Xue Yunyan must have understood this truth better than him, so before he took office, this iron rooster forcibly put away all his white clothes, and even a white short brown that Ah Du secretly hid for him was also dyed into a flower face by Xue Shiyi, a little girl, with ink.

Every time he recalls the tragic situation of those days, Xue Yunheng feels cold in his heart.

Thinking that Xue Yunyan gave an order, all the little radish heads of the Xue family came to Xue Yunheng's room, and like a group of robbers, they picked out all the white shirts from the boxes and cabinets, and handed them all over to Xue Yunyan to receive the reward.

His several boxes of white clothes are now all locked in the warehouse by Xue Yunyan, and in the baggage of the clothes handed over to him by this iron-faced man, except for the gray clothes, it is impossible to see them.

Xue Yunheng sighed with a slumped face, picked up the teacup and drank the tea, and he was not even in the mood to speak for a while.

Huan Zicheng didn't know what he was thinking, but when he finally quieted down, his heart was slightly relieved.

At this time, the man in black moved, stretched out a slender and graceful hand with distinct bones, and between his fingers, there was a strangely shaped iron pipe.

"The news is coming?" asked Huan Zicheng.

The man in black nodded silently.

Huan Zicheng frowned, took the iron pipe apart, pulled out a page from it, and then turned his head to look at Xue Yunheng: "Let's look at it together." ”

Xue Yunheng lowered his expression and didn't speak, but leaned in front of the candle flame, with a solemn look between his eyebrows: "Please make it clear to Lord Dudu." ”