The 50,000 dark cloud riders did not rush to the northwest at a gallop, resting all the way at night and rushing during the day, they could have arrived in five days, but they walked for ten days.

The late autumn in the northwest is particularly bleak, and the silver moon hangs high, empty and lonely. The night wind was fierce, the dark clouds covered the moon shadow, and hundreds of black shadows fell from the sky, disappearing in the dark corners less than half an hour after landing, silently. After a while, the camp caught fire, the fire swept fiercely, and the sleeping soldiers fled from the barracks in chaos, but fortunately, the fire was ignited from the artemisia grass in the outfield of the camp, and there were no casualties. The gray faces were frightened.

"What's wrong with you?"

A thin soldier slowly walked over from the stable with half of his face covered, and Wang Lung immediately stepped forward and asked with concern.

"It's okay, I accidentally fell and broke my skin just now."

"Here, let me see."

Wang Lung enthusiastically stretched out his hand, but the little soldier ducked back and smiled embarrassedly.

"I'm sorry, me, I don't like people touching me very much."

"Haha

Wang Lung has the boldness and straightforwardness of the Northwesterners, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, revealing a mouthful of white and neat teeth, and a smile piled on his cheeks.

"Hey, you two, get on the team."

Wang Lung and the little soldiers looked over at the same time, and at this glance, the recruits had gathered, and there were a few more people in front of the commander, and one of them was actually dressed in a hunting black robe, with a majestic and tall figure, with a silver mask of a blood unicorn on his face, only revealing a thin curved lip and a sharp chin.

King of the Kirin!

Wang Lung wiped his eyes fiercely, as if he couldn't believe that on the first day of being a soldier, he could see the god-like Qilin King with his own eyes. Xiao Bing glanced at Wang Lung, and this girl's eyes were almost sparkling.

"It's just you two, what are you doing sneaky?"

At this moment, all eyes were on them, and the commander strode towards them. The little soldier hurriedly stuck out his tongue and dragged Wang Lung, who was still stupid, and hurriedly greeted him, but fortunately he heard the question of the commander Wang Lung came back to his senses, and saw the timid little soldier, and the desire to protect suddenly grew.

"Tell the commander that this little brother accidentally fell and rubbed off a piece of skin."

The commander of the thousand is dark-skinned, a typical five big and three thick, a pair of fish drum eyes glanced coldly at the little soldier and snorted coldly: "To be a soldier is to face the bloodshed of war, what is it to rub off a piece of skin!" ”

"Isn't this just a soldier, it's inevitable that you're delicate, uh, what's that, go and assemble."

Wang Lung was originally going to call his name, but he didn't know what the name of the Daoist family was, so he looked a little clumsy for a while. The soldier nodded gratefully, and hurriedly trotted to the back of the line.

In the past two years, the king of Dingguo has become the patron saint of the people of the northwest, and his iron horse has not trampled on the people of the northwest, but has made their lives more superior, because of the planting of tall trees, the monstrous wind and sand have been blocked and dressed, and the people in the city no longer have to wrap their heads with a piece of cloth when they go out in spring and autumn.

The minions stared at the Kirin King, hoping that he would notice them.

"In the king's army, you must abide by military rules and not be afraid of death. Today's fire was just an accident, and if the enemy attacked on the battlefield, wouldn't it be even more dangerous for you to become a mess! You are all the pillars of protecting your family and defending the country, do you have the confidence to make your family peaceful and happy! ”

"Yes!"

A deafening cry.

Xiao Bing's eyes were obviously surprised, and her eyes gradually deepened when she looked at the Qilin King, and she remembered that she had used this sentence to encourage the soldiers of the Chixuan Army on her first expedition.

Is it just a coincidence?

She searched hard for the handsome and evil face in her memory, the thin lips under the mask were very similar, except that the man's chin seemed to be more pointed.

"What's your name?"

Suddenly feeling the danger, the fists in the sleeves of the little soldier clenched and were ready to attack at any time, and when he raised his eyes, there was a cold figure in front of him.

King of the Kirin!

Some people are born with a convincing aura, especially those who have been tempered on the battlefield, like a sharp sword, far away from the cold.

"What's your name?"

The thin lips asked again, and the voice was neither lukewarm, nor high, nor low, faint, like a gust of fresh wind.

"Back to the king, the youngest is from the shepherd village, surnamed Bai, the fifth oldest in the family, everyone calls me Bai Xiaowu."

The surname Bai of Shepherd Village is said to have migrated from the capital, and most of them were the people of Baizhu back then.

Hearing his introduction, he burst out laughing, and soon suppressed his laughter, facing forward one by one, for fear that he would not be able to help laughing when he saw Bai Xiaowu's idiot who solemnly reported his home.

The corners of the Qilin King's mouth also raised a faint smile, this little soldier is very interesting, especially those eyes, like a shining black stone in the night, such a pair of eyes, it really shouldn't be such an identity.

"I will follow this king."

Yes?

At this moment, all the soldiers were dumbfounded, and their disdainful and sneering eyes were replaced by envy, jealousy, and hatred.

A recruit can follow the Qilin King, and it's a luxury to think about it.

This newly built city is only used to defend against the enemy, and there are more than 600,000 troops of Daye stationed in the city, and thousands of miles behind him is the most prosperous new capital of Daye.

Bai Xiaowu sent a letter to Xindu, and when she saw the neatly repaired streets and the happy expressions of the people living and working happily, a belief in her heart collapsed.

If the victory of the Celestial Empire was to put an end to the happy lives of these people who had experienced poverty and hunger, she would rather not have this victory.

"Mingyue Tower?"

Bai Xiaowu rode his horse and stood still, watching with some envy as people came in and out.

"What? Want to get in? ”

Song Jin asked proudly in the face of Bai Xiaowu's idiot.

Bai Xiaowu nodded and shook his head, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Seeing that the guests who come in and out are all dressed in bright clothes, I have this ingot of silver on me, or my mother has secretly saved it for more than ten years, forget it!" ”

Bai Xiaowu was so frustrated that he took out the silver and wanted to put it back again, his hand was empty, but it fell into Song Jin's hands, he stretched out his hand and wanted to hold Bai Xiaowu's shoulder, and suddenly remembered the first time he grabbed his shoulder and was thrown to the ground, he immediately withdrew his hand and said with a smile: "There is a monthly money for the prince to be on an errand, what are you worried about?" Let's go, Brother Song will open your eyes. ”

"But......" Bai Xiaowu was moved and hesitated: "If it is discovered by the prince......"

"Didn't we take off our uniforms today to carry out tasks outside the army? Let's go, as long as it doesn't violate military discipline, the prince doesn't treat soldiers so harshly. ”

After speaking, he was afraid that Bai Xiaowu would not go in, so he strode in. Drinker!

A smug smile flashed on Bai Xiaowu's face, and he made a very helpless look and followed.

It is indeed an elegantly furnished tavern, the second floor is a private room, and the guests in the hall on the first floor are also drinking in twos and threes, and there are no loud noisers or drunk shouters, giving people a very peaceful feeling.

After three rounds of drinking, Bai Xiaowu suddenly covered his stomach with a painful expression, suggesting that Song Jin find him a toilet.

Song Jin glared at Xiao Er with disdain and called Xiao Er to come over and ask him to take Bai Xiaowu to the toilet.

The door next to the stairs leads to the backyard.

"Ah, just walk over to it."

Xiao Er pointed to a path on the left and said.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky."

Yes?

Shire, Shire!

Xiao Er's waist straightened up, and he quickly and neatly gave Bai Xiaowu a military salute.

In the wing room, Qin Feng was crying with a sad face, he waited every day, night and night, and finally looked forward to the county lord. At the beginning, the county lord said that as long as he stood still, he would immediately send someone to replace him, but who knew that this would be more than a year, and the Qilin King was very close to the foreign merchants, and he didn't dare to risk contacting the county lord at all. Thinking about his dignified Dark Dragon Thunder Team captain being trapped in Daye to open a tavern, it is really overkill. Ling Yuexi directly ignored his complaining gaze, and sat on the main seat and asked about the Qilin King's decapitation dance.

Speaking of serious things, Qin Feng immediately became serious.

"So, it's likely to be a trick of the Qilin King?"

"Based on the observation of his subordinates for more than a year, King Qilin is a person who loves talents and cherishes talents."

As long as there was a glimmer of hope, Ling Yuexi would rather take it seriously.

"Let something happen to Mingyue Tower, and I will send someone to replace it."

Ling Yuexi was already very satisfied that Qin Feng could do this, after this experience, the edges and corners of Qin Feng's personality should be smooth.

Qin Feng walked to the courtyard and looked up at the sky with white clouds, feeling for the first time that the late autumn in the northwest was very bright.

Fifty thousand dark cloud riders finally arrived at the camp in a lot of speculation, Wu Yan learned the news of Wu Qingyang and fell ill with grief, in order to prevent Daye's surprise attack, Xu Yanze led the army to retreat to a hundred miles away and camped and settled.

That night, Ling Yuexi, accompanied by Xu Yanze, walked into the military tent of the dance, and this time the lord of Tianyue covered his face with a veil, which was even more mysterious.

"You're not the county lord!"

After only a greeting and questioning, Wu Yan's originally cloudy eyes suddenly sharpened, staring at Ling Yuexi and said in a deep voice.

"Hehe, I didn't expect to be recognized by the marshal at a glance, this Tianyue County Lord is really not someone who can dress up at will." Laughing dryly, 'Ling Yuexi' took off the veil, it was a delicate face, she was sixteen or seventeen years old, she wanted to dance and clench her fists, and said in a low voice: "Lin Hanjun of the Dark Dragon Fire Team." ”

Dark Dragon and Woman?

Both of them were stunned.

Lin Hanjun continued: "Yesterday, I received a letter from the county lord, saying that the death of General Wu is full of strangeness, and you must ask the marshal to take care of your health, and the county lord will definitely find out." ”

"The county lord is in Daye?"

Wu Yan and Xu Yanze asked in unison, and glanced at each other again, already clear in their hearts.

"This is a secret letter from the county lord to Lord Xu."

Xu Yanze took the secret letter, his tangled brows gradually stretched, and after reading it, he handed it to the bedridden dancer.

"This ...... Lord Xu, do you want to leave the captain next to the old man. ”

Xu Yanze smiled warmly.

"The county lord often wins by surprise, so don't worry about Lord Mai."

Wu Yan sighed: "Risking oneself is too risky after all"

That being said, he was in his heart.

The county lord of Tianyue personally stepped into Daye for the sake of lightness, and it was not in vain that he was loyal to the county lord and deeply admired him.