The seventh stop is Beiliangzhou.

The soldiers were mobilized, and on the city wall of the ancient Xiongguan, the crowds were crowded, and the back and forth steps were uniform.

They are working on fortifications, waiting for the "Kou tide" that is about to arrive in the middle of summer.

The so-called Kou Chao refers to the attack of the Northland robbers on Guanshan.

The overwhelming bandits, like locusts, wreak havoc from afar, as long as they break through the Guanshan, they can invade the Wei State, and then enter the prosperous city, like a disaster, everywhere they go, burn and loot, the goods are removed, the men are beheaded, and the women are enslaved.

Outside of Guanshan, there is a terrible world where the weak eat the strong, so the strength of the robbers is generally strong, and they are completely fatal in battle.

The generals are carefully deploying their defenses in accordance with natural hazards.

As long as it is winter and the weather is frozen, the two sides will have a very tacit understanding and will fight again next year.

The black-armored general, full of might, is patrolling the city walls.

From time to time, he pointed out the negligence and blind spots of the patrol.

"How many times have I told you, I can't let go of any blind spot from the perspective of perspective! The walls of Guanshan are very wide, and in every place, we must ensure that three soldiers are watching! The robbers will come at any time!"

The general's name is Tie Xiao, a member of the Tie family, a famous general of the Wei State, and a military general in Northern Liangzhou.

He suddenly saw a soldier in the corner, his body staggering, leaning against the stone wall and seeming to doze off.

Tie Xiao stepped forward and kicked it suddenly, and the soldier was stunned.

"Take the punishment yourself!"

The soldier actually cried: "General, I'm a recruit, and I've only been here for a month... I came out angry with my family, I... I want to go home..."

Tie Xiao ignored him, turned around and roared: "Who specially let the recruits come to defend the city, go and receive the punishment together!"

Soon, someone took this soldier and drove away, during which he did not dare to look at the general of Beiliangzhou, which shows that the prestige of this general is really extraordinary.

At this time.

Another soldier hurried up the wall and handed out a letter.

Tie Xiao took the letter, opened the letterhead directly with his rough big hand, picked up the letter paper and shook it, and then looked.

"Sent by the Templars"

The sergeant hurriedly said, "Yes, General. ”

Tie Xiao snorted coldly: "Their holy son is coming to inspect, then let them entertain themselves, this wine banquet, Lao Tzu will not go!"

The soldier was startled and stunned on the spot.

Tie Xiao said: "What are you doing standing here stupidly?"

The soldier said, "Then what should I say to the Templars..."

Tie Xiao snorted coldly: "Say as I say!"

The soldier was silent and hurried down.

Tie Xiao looked at the back of the hurried departure and patted the city wall violently.

This kilometer-long wall is the only barrier against the bandits of the Northland.

Blood oozed from every crevice of the bricks, and standing here, the north wind was blowing south, and you could still hear the sound of whimpering and crying in the thousands of bricks, as if the dead heroes still refused to leave.

Tie Xiao's father, Tie Xiong, died here.

Ten years ago, Winter was lost, but fortunately Si Wuxian came to the rescue and took down the head of the thief, which allowed Tie Xiong to regain Guanshan.

But after that, Tetsuo was under a lot of pressure.

Si Wuxian became a hero.

And Tetsuo is a waste.

This waste finally led the army in the middle of summer, attacked the tide of Kou, and then died in the tide, and the head of the thief was hung by the thief, used to insult and provoke the general.

As the son of waste, Tie Xiao has had a hard time these years.

But rushing to this mountain is the fate of the famous generals of the Tie family.

He hated in his heart.

His father trembled and guarded this mountain for more than ten years, but he has been infamous for a reason that cannot be attributed to him at all.

That innocent thought only came once, and made the Holy Gate a hero who supported the building to collapse.

Tie Xiao didn't have anything to say, but on weekdays, the Holy Hall didn't care about defense at all, so he didn't care about that group of rivers and lakes at all.

"If it weren't for the Holy Son who went to the border of Wei Yan in the East and came here for my Great Wei Majesty, I wouldn't have blasted that messenger out. ”

Tie Xiao muttered to himself coldly.

At that time, the King of Wei transferred 5,000 soldiers and horses from Beiliangzhou to take care of the holy son, Tie Xiao was extremely dismissive, but unfortunately the king's order could not be violated, so he could only pinch his nose and respond.

But the performance of the Holy Son was simply amazing, and the five thousand elite soldiers who came back from the eastern border, especially the leading warriors, were all praised.

These elite soldiers are all veterans, and many of them have rolled in the pile of dead people.

The man who can be favored by them must be a good man.

If Tie Xiao's favorability for the Holy Gate is 30, then his opinion of the Holy Son has been increased to 50, but he still fails.

Obsession is not so easy to fade.

So, today, the church wants to entertain the Son who has come from the inspection, and it is reasonable that he should go, but he refuses.

Because he hated the Holy Gate.

...

Beiliangzhou is different from other state capitals, the rivers and lakes here are weak, and the military is strong.

This is not difficult to understand, the thieves are too fierce, and the people in the rivers and lakes do not dare to challenge at all, unless it is a very small number of people, they will choose to go out of Guanshan to experience, just like Pang Jing at the beginning.

The Templar Master heard the reply of the Great General of Beiliang, Tie Xiao, and it was extremely embarrassing.

"Teacher, what should I do then" The Holy Companion disciple was a little nervous.

After all, the legend of the Holy Son is a bit strong, and he is obviously the same age, but he is terrified just thinking about it.

The guru said, "Then let's arrange twenty tables, and the scale will be smaller." ”

The disciple was also extremely embarrassed, although he would not say anything, but he muttered in his heart, "We are the number one sect of Great Wei, and the Holy Son will arrange twenty tables when he goes out on patrol, which... It's shabby."

The guru thought for a moment, "Wait. ”

The disciple was overjoyed, thinking that the horn-bearer of the Beiliang Holy Hall had an idea.

The lama said, "The table arrangement is smaller, so that you can put fifty tables!"

The disciple burst into tears: ......

It's really unpleasant that we're so poor?

It's so embarrassing.

Jingle bells.

The Holy Son traveled to Qishui City, the capital of Northern Liangzhou.

Unlike other state capitals, there is less bustling and more slaughtering, the sound of blacksmiths smashing iron, the sound of wind pulling by the fire, and a few clusters of sparks splattering out from time to time.

Horse-drawn carriages on the streets, from time to time you can see neatly lined up soldiers out of the city into the city, occasionally you can see the caravan from the south, taking advantage of the heavy snow has not fallen, transporting materials, although selling to the military may not be able to bargain a good price, but after all, it is the volume, stability, the military's goods, no one dares to move, so many businessmen are willing to do this work.

Pedestrians say little, bow their heads and walk quickly, that is, they look at people, and they also raise their heads in a hurry, and they will avoid their eyes when they give a look.

It was a wary, desolate, war-torn state.

Xia Ji stepped into the restaurant, and the three attendants, as well as the junior brothers and sisters from the headquarters of the Holy Gate, hurriedly followed.

The momentum is not small.

The Templar Master and the martial arts fellows invited by the group went out from the building to greet them.

Greetings and politeness, a few words, and then a seat.

"There are so few people. Sister Jinghua muttered quietly.

Senior Sister Zou Xiangnuan also deeply agreed, and after the previous inspection, where was not a hundred and ten tables, and where was not extremely rich, even if it was the old Tongzhou in the countryside.

Senior Sister Jinghua stood on tiptoe, looked at the cold dishes on the table again, showed a look of disgust, and whispered, "Bah... It's so simple, it's about the same as the food that my servants eat in my hometown. ”

The ears of the master of Beiliangzhou were specially prepared, and he listened to the conversation of the junior sisters, even if it was him, he couldn't help but blush.

Fortunately, he was thick-skinned and could hold on.

"Come on, come on, Holy Son, please sit down, my Northern Liangzhou is desolate, but we have a warm heart, the Holy Son is here on patrol, we are very happy.

Please forgive me if there is any inconvenience in the hospitality. ”

The Guru brought the Son to the main table and sat him in the first seat, which also gave him enough face.

The disciples of Beiliangzhou looked at the Holy Son sitting on the throne with a sigh of relief.

"The Holy Son is so handsome. A junior sister whispered.

"I don't want to admit it, but I'm really handsome. A junior brother looked difficult, but he had no choice but to agree.

"Yes, women like us in Beiliang like this kind of man who is full of power. One of the sisters began to speak on behalf of the others.

But it is very rare, and no one refutes it.

The senior brothers clenched their fists and looked at the young man sitting in the middle, he was the master on the left, and the head of the Beiliangmen sect on the right, and between talking and laughing, he was still the main one.

And if you put them in that position, I'm afraid that your heart will beat faster, and whether you can say a word is a problem.

However, "Don't bully young people into poverty." A senior brother lowered his voice.

A junior sister next to him reminded in a low voice: "Senior Brother Xiao, the Holy Son is about the same age as me, that is, he is younger than you..."

Senior brother, tears broke down.