The moon is clear and the wind is high in the mountains of Bianshan, the vegetation is vigorous, and the wolf king can be seen from time to time, all of which are wild animals.

Wild wolves appeared on the periphery of Bianshan, proving that the ecology of the mountain forest is recovering.

In the direction of Bianshan Villa, Ningbei holds a gentian bright silver gun, stepping on flying leaves, in the moonlight, white clothes like snow, dust like immortals.

The speed of travel exceeds 70 meters in one second, which is the strength of Ningbei Fengwang.

Yuan Tianfeng followed, and Han Li pouted on the ground and followed, but his movement speed was far less than that of the two big figures in front of him.

Han Li accompanies him every day, and he also has a long insight.

Shan Xin was injured and stayed at Ning's house with Old Man Zhang.

In this Bianshan, more than 100 black helicopters, all of which are the latest transport aircraft, there are constantly young men in black, embroidered with Beiwang knives on their chests, landing in Bianshan.

A full eight thousand elites, led by Murong Hua, the Imperial Guard of the Central Plains General Group, arrived in Bianshan!

The tiger-eyed man with an eight-foot body is wearing a black suit, a black scarf, and a Beiliang knife on his waist, and his position is not under Zhang Zhongyuan.

The five major groups in the world have set up five major commanders!

In addition to the five major commanders, there are also five major imperial histories, which are not under the jurisdiction of the five major commanders and envoys, but are directly governed by the Kyoto garrison.

In other words, the five imperial histories obeyed the orders of the Kyoto Palace, and listened to the orders of the Kyoto garrison to appease the emperor.

The reason for this establishment.

It is to prevent the five major commanders from supporting their own troops and not listening to dispatches.

The existence of the five imperial histories, the mastery of the five major groups, the most core elite forces, and the invisibly respect the Kyoto garrison, increased the influence of the emperor to pacify the unparalleled.

To ensure that the emperor is unparalleled, the order can be issued directly, and the major general groups can be directly connected.

Murong Hua led 8,000 black-clothed guards, silently, and gathered in Bianshan.

A full eight thousand black clothes, standing in place, their bodies like tigers, immobile like mountains, neatly lined up, each exuding an iron-blooded momentum.

This kind of momentum is very similar to the Northern Liang Army!

Based on this momentum alone, it can be concluded that the black-clothed janissaries of the Central China General Group must be military personnel.

This military wind in them cannot be concealed.

A full eight thousand children, the tiger looked at the young man in white who was standing with his hands in his hands and stepping on the towering trees.

Everyone's eyes are fanatical!

This kind of gaze is not like the eyes of our Bei Liang Erlang looking at the military master?

It's really like it!

Murong Hua looked at the arriving Ning Bei, pulled out the saber at his waist, put it across his chest, and drank softly: "Central Plains General Group, Yushi Murong Hua, see the King of the North!" ”

"Central Plains General Group, Eight Thousand Praetorian Guards, See the King of the North!"

The eight thousand heroic men in black all pulled out the black knives at their waists at this moment.

The cool knives were inserted diagonally into the ground, and they all knelt down on one knee.

The iron-blooded voices of 8,000 people were like the roar of a tiger, piercing the silence of the dark night.

Ning Bei said softly: "Beiliang has no kneeling salute, this matter must not be forgotten!" ”

"If the military master still recognizes me, then we won't kneel!"

Murong Hua put the knife back into its sheath and laughed.

Lord Yushi, who has always been known for his ruthlessness, shocked the men of the three provinces of the Central Plains and was feared by all warriors.

If you compare Zhang Zhongyuan and Murong Hua, the social warriors are more afraid of Yushi Murong Hua!

The reason is simple.

Zhang Zhongyuan is the commander, and he will judge right and wrong in accordance with the iron law of the Central China General Group.

But once Murong Hua led the guards to dispatch, there were more than one or two dead.

The Imperial History is dispatched to carry out the order to kill!

But all the warriors in the sight, regardless of good and evil, will inevitably die.

This is the core strength of the five imperial histories and the five major groups.

It's very mysterious.

Whenever the warriors of the outside world provoke them to move, they don't have to struggle, just wait for death.

Now the words of Yushi Murong Hua reveal an important piece of information.

He was born in the Northern Liang Army!

What's more, Murong Hua was born in the Northern Liang Army, and the eight thousand black-clothed elites behind him were all from the Northern Liang Army!

All the retired people in Beiliang were selected and absorbed by the five major groups.

So now, it's time to understand the influence of this Lord of Beiliang.

The world is so big, where is there no one from my Beiliang!

Bei Liang Erlang, in this life, only respects the king of Liang.

Ning Bei said softly: "I haven't seen you for many years, you are fine, I am relieved." ”

"In this life, I swear to follow the military master!"

Murong Hua, as a seven-rank god of war, calculated the time, and left the northern territory for five years.

For five years, he did not return to Beiliang and did not see the military master again.

Now the old people see each other.

Ning Bei ordered softly: "Find out the twelve thieves of Bianshan!" ”

"Whoa!"

Yushi Murong Hua turned around and led his troops to search the entire Bianshan.

Eight thousand black-clothed warriors swept through the Bianshan Mountains and searched for the remaining Bianshan Ten Thieves.

Bianshan, right next to the city of Bianjing.

The twelve thieves in Bianjing, if they are not bad, are all at the level of war generals.

The place where the king of Ningbei is lying on the couch will not allow reckless warriors to threaten the safety of his family.

Moreover, the twelve thieves in Bianshan have been the party for ten years and have become the disaster of Bianshan.

According to the iron law of Huaxia, they should have been arrested a long time ago.

Ningbei chose a low mountain, sat down gently, looked up and just saw a bright white moon, and inserted the gentian gun diagonally into the cliff.

Murong Hua went and returned, with an extra basket of vegetables in his hand.

"King Bei, the mountain wind is biting at night, drink some wine to drive away the cold!" Murong Hua put the wine and food on the stone.

Ning Bei chuckled: "Sit down and eat, by the way, you Ming Pile, your life in the Central Plains General Group in the past five years." ”

One sentence reveals Murong Hua's identity.

There are dark piles and open piles in Beiliang.

is like a person like Murong Hua, on the bright side, who seems to be separated from the Beiliang Army.

But who in the world doesn't know that Bei Liang belongs, even if he is a retired man, he is loyal to the north all his life.

The mark of Beiliang cannot be erased in a lifetime.

This kind of person is the Ming pile.

Murong Hua smiled bitterly: "Military master, say okay, as a dark pile, you can't show up without a military order!" ”

"Just you and me, don't scruple, I have something to explain to you!" Ning Bei opened a bottle of Wuliangye.

Murong Hua held the cup in both hands, drank it all, and did it first as a respect!

He spoke: "The lord of the army commands." ”

"Help me investigate one person, it's in the Ning family manor, his real name is Zhang Gensheng, and his name is estimated to be fake, I have a feeling that he is my Beiliang dark pile."

When Ning Bei said this, he rarely had a headache.

He is in the dark, and in front of him, the military master, he will not reveal his true identity.

What kind of person Old Man Zhang is, I can't be sure until now.

Murong Hua's face was solemn, and he asked tentatively: "Is it the older generation of dark piles?" ”

"I can't be sure, there is no direct evidence, and with his age, I speculate that it is the older generation of secret piles."

Ning Bei played with the Wenyu wine glass and drank it all.

Spicy wine pierces the throat, and it has a unique taste.

Murong Hua got up: "I'll let people check!" ”

"Don't worry, I'll talk about it after dealing with the twelve thieves in Bianshan tonight."

Ning Bei asked him to sit down.

Murong Hua was a little helpless: "The older generation of dark piles, don't show up if you don't see the military order, don't worry about the military master, give me a few days, I find clues, the old dark pile has to show up if you don't want to!" ”