Silverdust's small, lonely figure gradually moved away from the hustle and bustle of the crowd and turned to the right of the avenue, where there were small shops nailed with thin wooden planks. Restaurants, inns, taverns, armor shops, robe shops, and even so-called nightclubs. From time to time, puffs of black smoke mixed with a strong spicy smell burst out of the low windowsill of the barbecue shop, filling the air with bursts of oily fragrance, and occasionally with the clanging sound of two porcelain jars colliding and the stabbing sound of the mud being uncovered, a stream of round and heavy wine aroma also came out of the shop to join in the fun, and even in some inns, there was occasionally a very strange gasp of a woman who made Yinchen's heartbeat suddenly accelerate, and a very delicate fragrant smell. Silver Dust walked like this, a pair of pure silver eyes with delicate magic patterns curiously and greedily looking east and west, his eyes always wandering between these small wooden houses, wandering on those rusty little copper nails, those delicate and lovely greasy doorknobs, those written directly on the wooden wall, crooked and even incoherent on the price list, completely forgetting that he had a time surrounded by a gloomy forest built of gray concrete, silver steel bars and glittering LCD screens。 At this time, he even temporarily forgot the dark rainstorm night, and temporarily forgot the Chinese New Year's Eve with heavy snow. At this time, there was a quiet tranquility in his heart, as if his entire soul and the entire magical realm had become ethereal and transparent. At this time, for him, for the first time in his life, he had so closely integrated his soul with tranquil nature, and so closely with his soul and the world.

Yinchen, who was completely forgetful, naturally didn't notice it, or didn't bother to pay attention to the malicious eyes behind him. He was targeted by some guys hiding in dark corners.

Yinchen didn't realize it, still staring at the beautiful scenery on the commercial street greedily, while desperately inhaling the air that would never have any industrial pollution, and walked slowly through the pass. Twenty feet behind him, three sneaky figures gestured to each other one by one and quietly touched each other. And farther behind these people, there are more people quietly moving.

One by one, men and women of low cultivation were brought down from behind, and then dragged into dark corners where no one noticed, and bundled like straw into large sacks woven of linen. These people hiding in the dark are extremely skillful and professional in their movements, and the targets are even more accurate, they are all those who are alone, or who don't know why they go to the rivers and lakes, and they will never provoke those who gang up, call friends or hug each other. They had been busy for half a day since the sun had risen, and had captured nearly forty people, but none of them had been discovered. In the vast sea of people, rolling crowds, in the vicinity of the increasingly busy Tianjian Pass, there are fewer No. 40 people and No. 400 people, what is the difference?

Yinchen Jiaoerlang walked to the front of the pass. Just thinking about the pass and taking a look, I couldn't help frowning. If nothing else, just for the unbearably loose garrison here.

Yinchen knows very well that two hundred miles to the north is Panyang City, which is the important town in the north where the Black Feather Army, the most elite unit of the Northern Empire, is the powerful iron cavalry and the endless camp tents that are still converging in a steady stream, and it is the genius of the Northern ** affairs who carries the coffin to the expedition, Harlan Xuanming! And at this moment, the Heavenly Sword Pass, which belongs to the Southern Empire, from the bazaar on the periphery to the pass in front of him, which is made of rammed earth and stones, there is not a single official officer, not even a few guards who are really fighting effectively!

"What are these southern devils thinking?" said Yinchen in his heart, his pace slowing down, and he began to wonder if he should find the garrison here to explain the situation.

As soon as he slowed down, he was pushed hard by the people behind him, and he almost fell: "Little rabbit cub, don't get in the way of your master!" A rude voice came from behind him, and then a short and fat man bypassed the silver dust and hurried towards the level, which was almost like an urgency.

Silver Dust shook his head, ignoring the vulgar man, and his domain scanned around to find the sneaky guys who had been staring at him. Silver Dust shook his head and strode towards the level again.

"Forget it, if the people in the south don't even know about such a big transfer in Panyang City, then even if I go to tell the garrison, people may not pay attention to it...... The two countries are at loggerheads, and it is impossible not to send a spy or a spy...... Why should I talk too much?" Yinchen quickly made up the conclusion in his mind that "the southern kingdom is to pretend not to know and show the enemy to be weak", and he didn't plan to care about these so-called military affairs that he couldn't fight with eighty poles, in his subconscious, he still regarded himself as a stranger, a stranger who could never go back, and he didn't have the slightest sense of belonging to the Southern Empire or the Northern Empire.

The world-famous dangerous and beautiful pass - Tianjian Pass, at this time, an incredible lazy and lazy appearance is displayed in front of Yinchen. The first thing that catches your eye is the huge fortress that is ten zhang high, almost ten zhang thick, and the width is completely cut off the entire road, and the black one I don't know what kind it is, and the black cube stone with a side length of more than one zhang is tightly paved with black rammed earth half a foot high. Silver Dust scanned the field and found that it didn't seem to be ordinary rammed earth, at least not the gray-yellow rammed earth used as a foundation in the "Good Luck Lai" restaurant, but a kind of rammed earth mixed with some special material, as sticky as solidified glue. On top of the fortress, there are hundreds of shooting holes densely opened, and there are dozens of deep battlements on the top layer, adding a sense of solemnity out of thin air. The main entrance of the fortress is only four zhang wide, just the width of a cavalry commando, and the internal facilities of the fortress are not clear for the time being, but from the outside of the fortress, it also has a majestic momentum.

It was a pity that such a well-defended castle should have had an equally strong gate, and even a deep and wide trench and a drawbridge that could be raised at any time, but now Silver Dust saw only a large, unguarded open doorway, no trenches, no drawbridges, no horse rejection stakes, not even wooden spikes, no barbed wire, not to mention any vigilant sentinels. In the front of the entire castle, except for two handymen leaning on the frame of the doorway and chatting while collecting money, there was not a single soldier in sight.

Behind the piercings and battlements that should have been majestic, there were not countless sharp arrows or cold throwing guns as expected, let alone machine guns and cannons as in Silver Dust's fantasy, but lazily stretched out a few brooms, a few tattered mops that were still dripping, and even two or three ropes came out of the holes and penetrated through another piercing, on which hung colorful underwear and autumn trousers, like colorful flags to welcome guests.

Eleven-year-old Silver Dust walked into one of the most important military fortresses for the Southern Empire under the "welcome of brooms", mops and underwear.

"Hey, boy, enter the door for a silver dollar!" Just as Yinchen was about to step into the doorway, one of the two lazy and depressed young men in gray handyman uniforms leaning on the door frame suddenly shouted at Yinchen very unceremoniously. Silver Dust didn't bother to pay attention to him at all, conjured a silver dollar from the arcane space (the same silver dollar that he didn't have time to give to Zhang Yating that night), and casually threw it at the source of the sound. He didn't look back, and he wasn't interested in saying another word to the bearded guy.

At this time, Yinchen had already deeply felt the slack of armament here, and it could be said that the world-famous Heavenly Sword Pass, except for a terrifying castle, there was nothing that could be called a garrison.

In the castle, the sound of playing cards, drinking flowers, wine, and chatting nonsense roared between the rocks and rammed earth structures, and the huge echoes made these sounds more like the roar of ten thousand beasts. Disheveled, and sometimes even poorly clothed soldiers wander around with empty hands, and the words that pop out of their mouths are nothing more than gambling money, big tobacco leaves, and military pay, and at most a woman's ass. There is no indication that the so-called soldiers here will have drill missions, let alone defensive drills in response to the surprise attack of the Northland.

Everything makes Yinchen chill rather than worry.

Yinchen is not worried about the performance of this "Tianxia Xiongguan" in the face of the northern army, because there is no suspense in the result, these people will definitely be hanged on both sides of the pass by the generalissimo Harlan Xuanming, who has always been strict in governing the army, because they have insulted the responsibility of the soldiers, even as enemies, it is unforgivable.

"Cut! What a little fart, boy! I think I'm rich! I haven't been tricked by my uncle, I only need ten copper plates to enter the door......" In the distance, the voice of the ruffian janitor who had collected the money came, and the contempt and deference in his tone could be heard by anyone, and Yinchen did not look back, because it was completely pointless to calculate ninety copper plates (equivalent to the living expenses of a peasant family for nine months) with such a person.

"Ninety copper plates can't buy the defense of the empire!sir!" Just as Yinchen was about to walk out of the fortress, the young and vigorous Yinchen finally shouted out high, shouting out his hopelessness for a great power. Little did he know that in the near future, he would be forced to take responsibility for the lives and deaths of hundreds of millions of people in this huge country.

He disappeared at the end of the commercial street south of the pass, in the midst of the crowds of bold northerners who were rushing to the south to pan for gold, and disappeared into the sight of the tattered soldier who was stunned with a silver dollar.

He was not able to disappear from sight of the 3 men who had been following him.