They seemed to see the young General Long Xiang galloping on the battlefield on the battlefield eighteen years ago.

Eighteen years ago, the air was splashed with red, and blood soaked the sunset.

The battle flag was torn, the rider fell, General Long Xiang took off his white cloak, held it on a spear, and in the fight, waved the blood-stained cloak in his hand, and commanded his soldiers to fight hard to defend the territory of Daliang.

On the white cloak, the red cloud was dyed with the blood of General Long Xiang.

The blue and silver battle robes were dripping with drops of blood, and where the silver spear shook, there were bursts of cold light.

The white-maned dragon foal under the crotch rushed left and right with General Long Xiang on his shoulder, like a dragon was born, and no one could stop it.

The liver marrow remained in the wilderness, and the white bones were everywhere, and finally defeated a five-fold strong enemy, in exchange for many years of peace in the northern border of Daliang.

Even Chen Chongqing, a mighty general who later became the commander of the northern territory, had to admire General Long Xiang's heroism and bravery.

The image of the majestic and majestic sword has become an example for the soldiers of the northern border in the past dynasties.

But back then, when General Long Xiang returned to Jiankang with a scar and was about to marry his beloved woman, his fiancée disappeared.

The figure of General Long Xiang has since disappeared from the north, and a heroic young Confucian general has never been seen in the court of Daliang again.

Unexpectedly, eighteen years later, when the life and death of General Zhenbei were uncertain, when the sky in the north was full of dark clouds, General Long Xiang quietly appeared in the military camp in the north, although it was a strange face.

But the long-lost look, the red clouds on the white cloth, and the white-maned dragon foal had already made the generals who knew him well recognize him.

Soon, Songbo, who had a hearty personality, became familiar with many people in the barracks.

The soldiers in the military camp often asked Songbo, who brought firewood, to bring some things or letters to his family in Songhe Town.

Mu Songyang, who returned to his residence from the barracks, took out the letters from the generals that the generals asked him to hand over.

The letters were not packed in envelopes, they were written casually on paper, or even on cotton silk.

Most of the letters told the family members who lived or did business in Songhe Town that they could not go home to visit them during this time because of the special situation in the military camp.

These letters, when taken out of the barracks, were naturally examined, either explicitly or covertly.

Wang Dingyi's seven henchmen, looking at these family letters that they didn't even bother to stuff into the envelope, naturally couldn't see anything overt.

Mu Songyang took out the wooden sticks used for secret communication with some soldiers back then, wrapped these letters diagonally around the wooden sticks, and showed the smooth information.

"Five of the Seventh Lieutenants are your old department."

"The second lieutenant is the henchman of the righteous son."

"The Seven Generals are headed by Da Lang Saburo."

"Jiro is disabled."

"The general's handsome seal is nowhere to be found, and the tiger talisman is hard to find."

Looking at these pieces of information composed of words in different positions, Mu Songyang's eyes flashed with determination.

Wang Dingyi's seven righteous sons have been named generals, but five of the seven captains under them are Mu Praise's old department.

According to qualifications and ability, these five people should have been generals now, and they deigned to be captains under Wang Dingyi's seven righteous sons, but Wang Dingyi was just cronyism.

At present, there are two school captains, which are served by Wang Dingyi's henchmen.

Wang Dingyi's seven righteous sons, although they are all generals, only Da Lang, Erlang and San Lang followed Wang Dingyi to fight in the south and north, and they are experienced and convincing.

Najiro is a disabled general and a low-key person.

The other four righteous sons have not been taken in by Wang Dingyi for a long time, and they are all young people in their early twenties, acting in an arrogant style, eating, drinking and having fun.

Now, Wang Dingyi's handsome seal is not in the hands of his seven righteous sons, and he doesn't know where Wang Dingyi hid it, and the tiger talisman that sent troops doesn't know where it was put by Wang Dingyi.

Looking at these messages stripped from ordinary letters from home, Mu Songyang fell into deep thought.

When night came, the dark night on the border was unusually cold and silent.

Mu Songyang was prostrate on the roof of Qin Niangzi's house, and he had been waiting for a long time.

In the middle of the night, three black shadows came to the front of Qin Niangzi's house, two black shadows were guarding outside, and one black shadow, familiar with the road, climbed over the wall, took out the key, and skillfully opened a door locked from the outside.

After opening the door and entering, the black shadow locked the door from the inside, and then went directly from this room to the other, pushed open the half-hidden door of the room, and the black shadow came to the master bedroom.

"Dalang."

Qin Niangzi, who had been waiting for a long time, saw the black shadow come in, and gently threw herself into the black shadow's arms.

The black shadow took off the black robe on his body, revealing a red black face, which was Wang Dingyi's righteous son Wang Dalang.

"I thought you were going to stay with the woman for the night."

Qin Niangzi said with a half-delicate and half-disgusted light thump on Wang Dalang's strong chest.

"That slut is just a cover-up, with the child and you here, I'll spend the night with her?"

Wang Dingyi said, his red face, those cold eyes, looking at his sleeping son, showing a smile, and his eyes gradually softened.

"But in a few days, I really can't come, and that old thing won't live more than ten days at most before he returns to the West. As soon as he dies, the north will change the sky, and the beam will also change the sky. ”

Qin Niangzi seemed to be frightened by what Wang Dalang said, and hugged Wang Dalang more and more tightly.

"Don't be afraid, when the time comes, if a straggler rushes to the town, you can take your eldest brother and his two brothers to hide under the dark room. In less than two days, when I am in control, you will be able to live here in peace. ”

Wang Dalang said, holding Qin Niangzi with one hand, and pulling the futon with the other, covering the necks of their two young sons.

Then he hugged Qin Niangzi and got into the futon.

Before dawn, Wang Dalang left Qin Niangzi's warm bed, still came out of the connected room, and disappeared into the pre-dawn darkness with the two retinues who had been keeping watch outside all night.

Mu Songyang, who had been lying on the roof all night, did not come down immediately, he waited until the person who was hidden under Qin Niangzi's bedroom left, and then jumped off the roof.

A black shadow with an expressionless face and a hat at night followed Mu Songyang adriftly, with an agile figure, like a ghost.

When turning a wall, Mu Songyang's figure flashed, and he entered the latrine by the wall, and the ghost-like shadow behind him also floated over.

The black shadow suddenly disappeared Mu Songyang's figure, and for a moment, his throat was already choked by a pair of strong hands.

A bright knife was pressed against the man's neck.

"General, be merciful."

A voice sounded behind Mu Songyang, Mu Songyang didn't need to look back, he had already heard that it was the procurement of the barracks in the barracks, known as Li Huotou.

Li Huotou flashed in front of him, clenched his fists and praised Mu Song:

"General, he is an old subordinate under the command of the former General Weiguo."

Mu Songyang let go of his hand and saw the muscular face under the hat.

"Ziyou, this is General Long Xiang back then, our own people."

In a basement in Songhe Town, under the oil lamp, Leng Ziyou saw the legendary character for the first time - General Long Xiang eighteen years ago.