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【Showa 8th February Day ・ Blood Yang Castle Metropolitan Protectorate】

"Hunting geese all day long, but I didn't expect to be pecked by geese this time!"

Nalan sat on the main seat of the hall with a brush in his hand, twisted his wrist, and wrote the last word, while sighing with a fake sigh. His life has been full of deception and betrayal since he was a child, as the "Feng" of the four princes of the Nalan royal family, and the first heir to the throne of the Nalan royal family, or the entire Jianzhou Nuer Department. From the day he was born, he was under constant threat of death. There were too many people who wanted to get rid of him, his three younger brothers, thirty nephews, and more than three hundred samurai of the royal family, as well as other warriors of the various banners who wanted to seize the orthodox rule of the Yellow Banner. Jianzhou Nu'er is different from any other political force, and it has always been the tradition of their race to prove their strength by killing people. In this race, there is no order, there are no rules, and strength and slavery constitute a seemingly strong and solid social structure that is actually extremely fragile. Nalan has lived at the heart of such a social structure since he was a child, facing the life of being killed and doves every day, a broom, an oil lamp, a brush, and an inkstone can become the source of chronic poison. This kind of life has taught him to use everyone, not to trust everyone, and to face everyone with lies.

Over time, his personality became so distorted. No matter what he thinks in his heart, he is always in a fake posture on the surface. The sentence just now may be the most real feeling in my heart, but even if I say it to myself, I still look fake.

The muscles on his face had long since turned into mask-like painted skin because of his long-term smirk, and it was difficult for him to control these white and tender flesh even himself.

"My lord, Lord Scorpion has arrived!" At this time, a little eunuch came from the corner gate, knelt down in front of Nalan Zhuang, and respectfully bowed.

"What about Master Pan?" asked Nalan with a pleasant face, or rather pretending to be pleasant, as he took his eyes off the table and gently inserted the brush in his hand into the pen holder.

"Master Pan is already on his way. The little eunuch replied truthfully. Jianzhou Nu'er is the only known tribe on the Fengyuan Continent that extensively trains and uses eunuchs, and as long as the Eight Banners can mix with the title of "Sarabut", they can raise eunuchs. The eunuchs of Jianzhou slaves have never been from Jianzhou, but slaves who have been taken captive everywhere.

"Go down and get ready to welcome you. Nalan waved his hand casually, looking like he was very talkative. The little eunuch below "chirped" and quickly fled from this man-eating demon. In order to maintain his handsome appearance, Nalan tried his best to appoint a little eunuch to be scraped and eaten alive every month, of course, the unlucky eunuch must be the one who did something wrong or did not please his master this month.

After three or two minutes, the little eunuch waited for the two tall middle-aged men to enter the deserted hall. After the disappearance of Zhao Yuguo, the entire Imperial Protectorate somehow became as deserted as a mausoleum. It was as if those southerners' maids and domestic slaves had evaporated all overnight. This feeling of coldness was doubly manifested after twenty-eight days. When the two big men entered the hall, they couldn't help but put their hands in their sleeves and let their shoulders swing slightly.

"It's cold!" said the scorpion, a muscular warrior with a sturdy body that couldn't cover his tall bulging muscles.

"yes, yes. That Master Pan echoed that he used to be Zhao Yuguo's subordinate, and he was pulled up by Nalan because he was good at flattery. has been eating in the southern yamen for a long time, which has made his figure chubby, and the whole person looks like a large bird egg standing up.

The two stepped forward, and Master Pan bowed down to Nalan in a proper manner, properly expressing his respect for his superiors. Scorpion-scorpion was not, in order to be worthy of the braid at the back of his head, he had to kneel down and kowtow to Nalan. The culture of Jianzhou slaves and the two empires of the north and south is different, and the kneeling and bowing in the northern and southern empires is only a etiquette for facing the emperor, and the Jianzhou slaves here have become a big salute that must be performed in the face of any superior, which fully shows the characteristics of their "slaves".

"I called you here this time to discuss the next steps. After a salute, Nalan didn't make any more polite sentences, and directly threw out the question that had been bothering him for the past few days: "Today is the first day of the second lunar month, will this notice of the ban on martial arts be posted or not?"

"This ......" both of them were stopped by Nalan with a word, glaring at each other, squeezing their eyebrows and glaring at each other, neither of them willing to answer their master's question first. It's not that the two of them haven't thought about it, and it's not that there is no answer, but this answer is based on making the master unhappy, so it's even worse than not having an answer.

"Scorpion, you can talk about it. Nalan looked at the two of them and didn't answer their questions for a long time, thinking: "These two people don't think with their eyes and noses, right?

"This ...... The minion thinks it's better not to ...... Oh no, if the adults want to post it, just give an order to the minions...... The minion is even risking a lot of ...... and sticking it," the scorpion was a little incoherent in his panic. The source of his panic was not because this notice had any impact on the Blood Yang City, the military strength of the Northern Kingdom, and the ongoing war, but because he still hadn't figured out the meaning of Nalan's exhaustion. As a minion, not being able to figure out Shangyi is simply the biggest dereliction of duty, Lord Scorpion will not care about the he says for the position of his co-commander, it will give the Jianzhou Slave Department, it will give the Northern Army, and what impact will it have on the war that permeates the entire Fengyuan Continent, he doesn't understand that the current Blood Yang City has become the weakest link on the entire Northern Empire front, if there is a riot here, then the entire southward war is in danger of failure!

"My lord, the minister has the courage to say a word. When he saw the ugliness of the scorpion, he did not fall into the well and sneered at the irony, but took the risk of making the master unhappy, "bold advice", seemingly fearless, in fact, he guessed a little bit of the master's mind from the smirk that Nalan slowly put away. "Don't care if you post the notice or not, now what the master wants is probably just a concubine!" he thought to himself.

"Say!" Obviously, Lord Pan was right, Nalan looked at the timid appearance of Lord Scorpion and a hamster, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, and his tone was a little unkind.

The minister thought that the promulgation of the "ban on martial arts" at this time was too hasty. Master Pan pondered every word and every syllable, trying to make these words more pleasant: "On the twenty-seventh day of the first lunar month, we suppressed the Jianghu Alliance, slaughtered three hundred, captured thousands, and there were many people who raided their homes and exterminated the clan. Twenty-eight morning, the Black Feather Army was fully launched, although it was carefully followed, but it revealed a weak point in the defensive line, which is also a fact. The emperor's meaning is understood by the minister as an unconditional trust in you, and he thinks that with the strong soldiers of the Eight Banners here, the enemy will not dare to act rashly. Therefore, the Black Feather Army was dispatched to prepare for the next breakthrough of the enemy's defense line. Therefore, guarding the blood sun and keeping it from chaos is the only mission of our master and servant. However, what happened on the night of the twenty-eighth made the already somewhat uneasy Blood Yang City even more popular, and there were several signs of unveiling, if it weren't for the fact that our Eight Banners Army didn't blow it, it was very effective to suppress it, and it would have maintained the calm situation until now. The minister thinks that now we only need to guard the blood sun is the greatest feat, and there is no need to stir up the already imminent people's hearts for the so-called ban on martial arts, causing unknowable disasters. The ban on martial arts can be postponed for a while, and then promulgated after the enemy's defense line is broken in a few days and we have become a large rear here, and then everything is under our control. ”

After Master Pan finished speaking, he learned from Lord Scorpion to kneel down, and expressed his sincere fear and loyalty in a deep kowtow posture. Nalan ignored his clumsy performance, and just looked down and pondered his advice.

"You said that the emperor's order to transfer the Black Feather Army is to fully trust our ability?"

"Yes, my lord, our Eight Banners disciples are all brave and good at fighting, and they are ...... compared to the Black Feather Army."

"Pull it down, Pan Renmei!" Although Nalan kept a smile on his face, his voice was already full of anger: "The emperor is from the Harlan family, and he is high, so naturally he will not look down on the 100,000 Eight Banner Divine Monarch that our Jianzhou slaves have accumulated for decades! The one in the deep palace compound of Phoenix City did this just to kill me! Pan Renmei, do you really not know or pretend not to know? Do you know that in the original plan of the Imperial Military Department, the direction of Blood Yang City is the main direction of the attack! The upper reaches of the Black Blood River, the upper reaches of the Santu River, and the upper reaches of the Forget Worry River have been dangerous places for soldiers since ancient times, but now they have become remote and barbaric places that the gang of officials and lords in Pershing City ignore them! We and the rest of the army set out from this Blood Yang City, and went all the way south as if they were in a no-man's land, and when they conquered the entire south, and then marched eastward, they would definitely fall into Pershing surrounded on all sides! This originally good situation, I don't know what happened in Phoenix City, was actually forcibly dismantled into the current situation of a head-on decisive battle with the south! Our Jianzhou slaves finally begged for the great opportunity that their grandfather begged for, and the opportunity to become famous and powerful in the first battle, but now it has become an empty talk! The emperor has such intentions, what can I do, and what can I do about Jianzhou!" Nalan roared angrily, and every word was soaked with the ambition to replace the emperor of the northern country. Pan Renmei and Scorpion Zhong knelt on the ground without saying a word. Both of them understand that even if they fart out at this time, it will be a capital crime to be known by the six doors in the future.

Nalan tried his best to say these words, as if he had vented a trace of anger, and slowly gasped and calmed down. He stood up, helped Master Pan up with his own hands, and asked with a pretending to be pleasant: "Master Pan just said that if we forcibly push the ban on martial arts, I am afraid that the people in Blood Yang City will not be happy, does that mean?"

"Great, my lord spare my life!" Before Lord Pan could recover from the feeling of being flattered by being lifted up by the Lord himself, he was so frightened by the Lord's question that he almost peed his pants. His legs were weak, and he was so frightened that he was soft on the ground, and the fat all over his body was trembling greatly: "My lord, my lord, everything that the minister said is true, and the minister didn't want to deceive you, my lord! The minister knows that the situation is grim now, but the minister ...... Don't dare to make up your mind, my lord! What the minister said is the safest way now, my lord!"

"Get up! I didn't say you were wrong, and I didn't mean to blame you. Nalan comforted his frightened subordinates softly: "I also know what you said. It's just that we have the main force of 80,000 Eight Banners in our hands, which is more than enough to defend Blood Yang City, and we don't need the help of the people in the city to garrison it at all. I mean, I can defend the city with 40,000 people, suppress the mob with 40,000 people, and even use these 40,000 people to destroy tens of thousands of people in the city. Nalan tried his best to say such inhuman words in a comforting tone, and his words fell on Pan Renmei's ears, which could only add more fear to this fat man.

"Your Excellency...... Everything is up to the ...... of adults" Pan Renmei chuckled in her heart, and her body instinctively said this sentence. He suddenly wanted to regret it, wanted to regret it, wanted to take it back, but found that he couldn't do anything about it. He knew that he was finished, he knew that his heart was finished, and as a former Nanguo official, he still had a trace of the final bottom line in his heart. He can exploit the people at will, freeze to death and starve many people to death every winter, but he will never imagine that he will slaughter the city and take the initiative to kill tens of thousands of living people in a city. He can't do it, which can be said to be his timidity, and it can also be said to be the last conscience in his heart. And at this moment, for the sake of his own life and his wealth, he threw away this last bit of conscience to become a human being.

At the moment when Master Pan was still secretly sad for his name (?) and chastity (!!). Behind Nalan's exhaustion, a pitch-green magic array suddenly opened.

The pitch-black points of light first dialysed out of the surrounding space, silently, without anyone noticing, converging on his back, and quickly accumulating on the auspicious cloud pattern behind him. The light yellow ornament was first painted black by these dark forces, like a delicate embroidery sewn with black thread, and then a little green light emanated from the black ornament, as if the light emitted by some evil alchemical medicine, these green lights gathered together and turned into a small, weightless ball of green light, which swayed straight into the air, and suddenly bloomed in the air where Binnaran was grinding half a head higher.

The entire lobby is illuminated by a dazzling green light.

The ball of light diffused, first turning into a glowing green skull, and then expanding into circles and circles of complex geometric shapes, forming a strange circle that combined Eastern and Western styles, which was not a poly-elemental style, because there was no vitality flowing towards the circle in the air.

The green light attracted the attention of the three people, after all, the sudden searchlight-like light was really confusing.

"What kind of person!" Nalan turned around like a whirlwind, this was not a rhetorical device, there was indeed a gray-red whirlwind blowing from his body, it was a special kind of cultivation he cultivated, with paralyzing and debilitating characteristics of the slightly poisonous Gangfeng. Nalan turned around and saw the green skeleton floating in the air at a glance.

"Bodhisattva bless! Buddha save me! God open his eyes, I'm just a poor subordinate!" Pan Renmei's voice sounded from behind Nalan Exhausted, accompanied by an extremely pitiful cry, accompanied by a pildriver-like kowtow. The corners of Nalan's mouth twitched vigorously, but he didn't panic too much. He casually untied the two halberds at his waist, put them on his hands, and clenched the handles, which looked like a pair of fingered tigers from a distance.

"Immortal Heaven bless! These evil gods that the barbarians believe in! so that the believers of the Immortal Heaven will not be wronged!" At this time, the scorpion lord who had been kneeling on the ground suddenly jumped up, and a not too strong sky-blue Gang wind burst out from his body, which was the cold and dignified ordinary Gang Feng that he had worked so hard to cultivate, and the Gang Wind suitable for the sword.

He drew his sword and stood between the grinding and the strange green skull, a long sword protecting him, and his face froze with the expression of a loyal dog protector.

The bar shook his head and forced himself not to think about the proclamation that had just been written on the table. He was completely different from his two staff members, he could see an obvious clue from a series of events, and he could also vaguely feel that the person behind this clue had malicious intentions. At this moment, the column had clearly realized that his subordinates, his subordinates, and even the civilians of the ruled Blood Sun City were all avoiding talking about the explosion on the night of the twenty-eighth day. Pan Renmei just mentioned it, and most of the scorpions didn't dare to give him advice because of this matter. The earth-shattering explosion in the middle of the night turned a prison into a death sentence, leaving no one alive and even the neighbors suffering heavy casualties. In the eyes of the world, there is only one explanation for such an explosion, and that is heavenly punishment, not some man-made disaster, because even the most prestigious red-coated cannon in the south requires more than ten salvos to cause such damage-the red-coated cannons on the Fengyuan Continent do not have grenades that explode on the ground. This kind of destruction, this kind of explosion that shook the entire city, in Nalan Exhaustion's opinion, must also be pre-selected to plant a large number of Thunderbolt Thunder Fire Pills and then ignite them at the same time.

He himself even believed a little that it was a heavenly punishment, but he couldn't let himself believe that kind of statement, because once he believed it, then the people below would immediately think that their occupation of Blood Sun City was a move against the sky, and there was no legitimacy at all, if such a statement spread uncontrollably, then the northern kingdom would never think of ruling this area, and even the entire war in the south would be ruined by the discussion of the people of the world!

Nalan tried his best to think of various explanations, none of which made sense, and just now he came up with another plan, which is to use the brutality of the Eight Banners Army to crush it, and use the slaughter of the city to prove that the Eight Banners Army is "not afraid of the so-called heavenly punishment at all", or "God can't help it", so as to deter the Bafang Xiaoxiao, and let all the southern people who survived know that the heavenly punishment is not stronger than the military power of the Eight Banners Army, and naturally no one takes the heavenly punishment as a thing. Nalan tried his best to bet that such a heavenly punishment was an accidental accident, and there would not be a second time, and once the Eight Banners Army did not receive any heavenly punishment after slaughtering the city, then the statement of heavenly punishment would be self-defeating, right?

However, when Nalan saw the green skeleton, he knew that he had thought too well.

Unlike others, Nalan Zhuang, who had dabbled in the ancient mystical blood arts, could see through the green light array floating in the air at a glance that it was also a mysterious sorcery similar to blood magic, but he couldn't imagine what this kind of witchcraft could be used for. Nalan remembered everything he had done in the past month, and he was sure that he had never been exposed to anything unclean or peculiar. He knew that any blood magic or other sorcery needed a catalyst, such as the rune paper he used to stick to the palm of his hand, and the rune paper could only be used to activate the blood magic when it was pressed on the enemy, but his own body was "clean" and didn't let anything strange get close at all.

Nalan didn't know how the green blood technique in front of him was launched, only that such a complicated "spell mark" contained in it must be extraordinary, either earth-shattering, or weird, or even both. In the face of the blood technique, facing the fact that he was hit by the blood technique, Nalan was actually desperate in his heart, and at the same time, he instantly understood the truth behind the big explosion.

"That thing is really man-made, and it can even be achieved repeatedly......" Nalan was silent, and for the first time his stiff and hypocritical face showed a true expression, solemnity, despair and reckless madness. He knew that since someone could let himself be completely unaware of such a complex and strange blood technique, it was not completely impossible to rely on the mysterious and unpredictable large-scale blood technique to detonate a human bullet and create such a large-scale explosion in an instant. Of course, these things don't matter now, what matters is who is secretly framing him like this? It is impossible for the masters of the southern country to use blood magic on a large scale, it will take ten or twenty years to prepare, and it is impossible for the people of the northern country to unknowingly become a blood technique that is more difficult to release and control than any poison, and it must be someone who knows him very well, at least a close relative or a guard, then the only possibilities left are his precious brothers and sisters and the "cute" elders in the clan.

After thinking about this, Nalan tried his best to calm down, but there were many more crazy looks in his eyes.

"If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent, and if you don't become a king, you will become empty." I Nalan is trying my best to make it easy to provoke, and I won't let you wait for me with this evil method! Don't you want to build the position of the Great Khan of Jianzhou? I Nalan do my best to make this position of the Great Khan of Jianzhou become a dumpling in a dung pit, and no one dares to take it when it looks bright!" Such a thought flashed in his heart, but his face was a calm and calm demeanor: "Don't panic, everyone, it's just a demon and evil magic, and it can't be put on the stage after all." After he finished speaking, he calmly waited for the green skull to attack. (To be continued.) )