On the banks of the Luoshui.

It has always been a natural marking line between the Zhou Dynasty and southern Xinjiang.

Back then, Yin Shanhe went out of Ma Wei Pass, and buried the body of his wife, who was snatched back from the Celestial Empire by his soldiers, on the bank of Luoshui.

And swore that one day he would fight back to the Celestial Empire and move his wife's grave to Guannai.

On the bank of this Luoshui, there are no people on weekdays, but today I don't know how, but there are many people around.

Discussions in the crowd gradually sounded.

From a distance, on the bank of the Naluo River, there seems to be a flagpole, and on top of the flagpole, it seems that a person is tied.

But when you get closer, you can see that the person is actually a skeleton, a skeleton.

The skeleton had been hidden in the ground for an unknown amount of time, and it was filled with the rancid smell of the tomb and the fishy smell of loess.

It was now hung on the flagpole, and it was tied sturdily, like a provocative flag, swaying in the river wind.

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No matter where people are, they are all concerned about entering the soil for safety, but this is the first time these people have seen such a thing as digging people's graves.

Some people think it's a bad omen, and then they just walk away.

There are also curious people who are talking about it here.

I don't know how long it took, but I heard someone in the crowd shouting, "King Yin is here!"

The people were amazed, and from a distance, the loess was flying above the wasteland, and a team of horses came from afar.

The white-haired and white-bearded old man at the head is none other than Yin Shanhe. 、

Yin Shanhe is the strongest vassal king in their southern Xinjiang, unlike other vassal kings, Yin Shanhe's military discipline rate is extremely strict, unlike the other eleven vassal kings, he never does anything to harm the people.

Therefore, in this southern Xinjiang, there are many people who still support Yin Shanhe.

But vaguely, some people already feel that something is wrong, because today's Yin Shanhe has greatly lost the peace of the past.

His face flushed slightly, and the horses he sat down on were even more unusual.

Until he saw the bones tied to the flagpole and the cemetery that had been thrown to pieces next to it.

Yin Shanhe's face suddenly turned red, then turned iron-blue, and finally turned extremely pale.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his eyes were dark, and he fell from that horse.

The sergeants next to him were shocked, and they came forward to rescue, and among the people who had been pinching in the wind for a long time, Yin Shanhe woke up slowly.

He looked up, and the first thing he saw was the bones rattling in the wind.

Yin Shanhe screamed in pain.

No one knows better than himself where his wife's grave is.

But at this time, the bones of his deceased wife were actually made into a banner? What is this not a provocation to him?

A gust of wind blew, and the flagpole seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure of the skeleton, only to see the flagpole shake twice, and then fell to the ground in the wind.

The skeleton shattered in an instant.

Yin Shanhe sat on the ground, silently looking at the bones that had fallen to pieces, his eyes were calm, but only those who observed carefully could find that in the deepest part of his eyes, there was a slight red light.

He helped the ground, and his fingers were dug into the dirt for a few inches.

Like the anger in his heart at this time.

"Who is it? Who did it?"

Yin Shanhe stood up, turned to look at the people, and looked at his gaze, in this river breeze, no one dared to look at him.

Yin Shanhe narrowed his eyes slightly, and then said extremely calmly:

"Arrest them all, don't keep any of them!"

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The atmosphere in today's Fengwei camp was particularly tense.

Because everyone knows that their prince is on the verge of breaking out.

Everyone knew what that wife meant to him, but today someone dug up her grave and hung her body on the flagpole.

What is this not a provocation to him?

It's not just a provocation, it's a kind of mockery on his face, as if it was deliberately provoking him angry.

All the people who were taken said they did not see who had exhumed the bones.

The dozens of people walked through the tent one after another, and every time a man came out, he could see very obvious sweat marks on his face and on the clothes behind him.

In that big tent, there seems to be an extremely high temperature,

The air conditioning in autumn near the big tent has become much hotter.

Yin Shanhe asked thirty-two people one after another, but no one could say who it was.

He sat calmly in the tent, and in front of him stood the thirty-third man, the last person who was captured.

"I ask you, did you see who did that corpse?"

The man was trembling, his eyes wandering.

"What about you? ”

Yin Shanhe's eyes were still calm, but the coercion brought out in this calm was already like an extremely heavy mountain pressing on that person, making him breathless.

"I met ......"

The man's hands and body trembled.

Yin Shanhe asked lightly, "Who is that?"

There was silence in the tent, and the man swallowed and foamed hard, then rubbed his tongue, which was already a little crooked.

His voice trembled and said, "It's Zhou." ”

"It's from Luoshui, the Zhou people......"

Yin Shanhe was silent for a moment, and he waved his hand gently.

Then a sergeant led him down the tent.

Yin Shanhe was lightly fascinated by his eyes, and then glanced slightly into the distance with the afterglow of his eyes.

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That's the direction of Ma Wei Pass.

He touched his saber at his waist with his fingers, his face expressionless.

He asked the sergeants around him affectionately, "What day is it?"

The sergeant thought for a moment, then replied, "In a few days it will be the fifteenth of August." ”

On August 15, the Mid-Autumn Festival is a family reunion.

Yin Shanhe suddenly grasped the sword at his waist with his hand, and then a cold light slashed, as if a sharp lightning bolt was striking in the big tent.

He looked at the sergeant and said, "This year's festival is not to be celebrated." ”

The sergeant lowered his head, puzzled by what Yin Shanhe meant.

Yin Shanhe faced the sword, looking at the cold glow in the sword and his old and gray face exposed on the blade of the sword.

"Inform the rest of the eleventh vassal kings, the war of the Zhou Dynasty has officially begun. ”

The sergeant was taken aback, because he also knew that the kings of the Twelve Roads were also ghosts, and none of them were willing to take the lead in the charge, and the hundreds of thousands of troops were just a rabble.

"Lord Wang, the stakes are high, and no one wants to be a pioneer. ”

The old prince raised his sword, and then split the table in front of him in half.

"The enmity of my phoenix tail camp is that my phoenix tail camp is the vanguard, I just don't believe it, how can a small Ma Weiguan not take him?"

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