Tibetan Wind Pavilion, Tibetan Wind Building.

The first floor looks at the river, the river water after the rain is as black as the jade, it is rolled up and smashed on the reef on both sides of the bank by the stormy waves, the broken jade splashes randomly, the white is black, the green is gray, it is a picture of itself.

The man standing by the railing held a yellow silk in his hand, unfolded it, closed it again, and then handed the yellow silk to the tall man standing behind him.

"Lord, it's time."

Xingyan pinched the yellow silk with one hand, the back of his hand was full of knife marks, and one by one the scars split the back of his hand, like a hideous centipede piercing into his flesh, which was very terrifying.

Bai Hansheng held one hand behind him, the hand that had pinched Huang Juan just now was raised in the air, and the fingers that had touched Huang Juan rubbed carefully, his eyes looked at the river, and the roar of the river was endless.

He's waiting.

Wait until AXA's arrival.

"Lord, the old slave has sent things to the eldest princess's mansion, the eldest princess is not in the mansion, it is said that the thunder descends the eldest princess's mansion, she is worried that something bad will come, so she went to Xuanfu Temple overnight to ask for blessings."

The eldest princess's mansion is not far from the Tibetan Wind Pavilion, and An Sheng is in a hurry to go back quickly, his whole face is pale, and big cold sweat has been pouring out of his forehead.

"It's time."

Bai Hansheng's words fell, and his raised hand was raised again, as if a general on horseback raised his arm to call thousands of troops and horses to give orders, but that arm did not rise and fall as vigorously as it did after all, Bai Hansheng stared at the river that was not silent at all, and his eyes showed a trace of gloom.

He turned, picked up a glass of liquor from the table, walked to the edge of the pavilion and raised his glass, and in silence poured the full glass of jade liquid into the surging river.

"Two thousand eight hundred and seventy soldiers of the Sky Eagle Army, the time has come."

Bai Hansheng groaned, then put the porcelain cup in his hand on the table, and when he turned to leave, he asked An Sheng to arrange for his return to Beijing.

Let's go.

Bai Hansheng left, and the two people standing in the pavilion looked at his back silently and disappeared into the shade of the forest.

"Are you alright?"

Xing Yan helped An Sheng to sit down in the pavilion, and handed him the yellow silk in his hand, "It's been ten years, and it's been ten years since thousands of our brothers were buried in the cold river...... "As he spoke, he also poured wine into the cup, and walked over with the wine glass and sprinkled it towards the river, "Brothers! Did you see that? Did you hear that? The prince is going to take us to avenge you! Son! The prince is going to avenge you!! Xingyan's words trembled, because of the extreme sadness and extreme forbearance, the hard muscles on both sides of his cheeks were trembling.

It's been too long.

Today is the day when the Eagle Army has been taboo for ten years.

At the beginning, Bai Hansheng was calculated to fall into the hands of the Western Army, and thousands of people of the Heavenly Eagle Army were besieged on the Tibetan Wind Mountain, and half a month later, the imperial court surrounded and suppressed them on the charge of betraying Bai Hansheng and framing Bai Hansheng, and all the soldiers of the Heavenly Eagle Army jumped off the cliff to express their heartfelt intentions, and did not make any counterattack on Xiao's own army.

In this way, those people have more fulfilled their charges of suicide in fear of crime.

Later, Bai Hansheng came back from the western country, and he was greeted only by the sound of the stormy waves on the edge of the cliff of Zangfeng Mountain, and there were no thousands of loyal soldiers.

"If there is kindness, it will be rewarded, if there is revenge, it will be killed, and the blood debt will be paid with blood."

An Sheng walked to the edge of the railing, his hand slowly raised and touched his cheek, and then he pulled it hard, and the human skin on his face was torn off, revealing a terrifying face...... On the whole face, there are no facial features at all, only traces of being burned, only two holes in the nose, half of the head is sunken, there is only a black hole in one eye, and there is only a slit in the other eye......

"The benevolent Leshan, the wise Leshui, Leshan, Leshan, the prince is going to avenge you, Leshan."

An Sheng choked, touched his sore face, and looked ahead, "The prince is going to avenge you." ”