At night, the stars dimmed.

Fang Lingde made a gesture lightly, followed Liu Zhengzhong behind him to comprehend, and lurked to the right with Liu Hualiang and a few guards.

The Huns called a few times outside the village, but there was no sound except for a burst of roosters and dogs barking. I think that the people in the village were afraid of the fierceness of the Huns and did not dare to respond.

The leader of the Huns waited at the door for a moment, and suddenly shouted in half-baked Chinese: "Listen to the people inside, we will obey the will of the honorable Shan Yu, as long as you do not resist and do not disobey Shan Yu's orders, we Huns will not harm you, and promise to treat you equally." ”

He said this fluently, obviously he had already memorized it, and I don't know how many times he had shouted it.

Liu Zhengqi was very strange in his heart, the Huns have always been famous for blood, and everywhere they passed, there were ten rooms and nine empty, why did they suddenly become so easy to talk now.

Zhang Zihua beside him raised his eyebrows, opened his eyes wide, and there was a little disdain in his face of surprise. Only a moment later, the original mocking expression faded little by little, and his face gradually became solemn.

Liu Zhengqi looked in his eyes and asked quietly, "What's wrong?" What's wrong? ”

Zhang Zihua raised his head and slowly spit out two words: "People's heart." ”

After the Hun man finished shouting, he led the crowd into the village.

According to his original intention, he just wanted to count the number of people in the village. He had already been to five villages before this village. Under the threat of his own saber, not a single person dared to disobey.

So this time he came to the house at the head of the village, and was about to knock on the door, when suddenly his neck hurt, and the tip of a sword had come out of his throat at some point.

His eyes widened to the point of the sword around his neck in disbelief, and he heard screams of astonishment behind him at the same time. The tip of the sword in his throat was suddenly pulled away, and when he was dying, he reluctantly turned his head to look, only to see an old man in gray looking at him coldly, his eyes full of hatred. His throat rattled twice, and at last he stopped falling and never got up again.

There were twelve Huns in this group, and all but four remained in the village, and the rest entered the village. They still thought it was just a routine matter, and they didn't have much defense, but they were suddenly attacked, and the people who did it were all extraordinary martial arts, and under a few faces, all of them died in Huangquan.

Together with the sound of fighting inside, the four Hun soldiers outside suddenly knew that something was wrong, and one of them drew his bow and arrow with his backhand, pulled the bowstring, and was about to launch an arrow into the sky.

However, a sharp arrow pierced his throat first, and he fell to the ground with a bang, killing him instantly. At the same time, several black shadows quickly pressed towards them.

The other three Huns were so frightened that they drew their sabers together, and they were not afraid of the enemy in the night, one of them shouted, pulled his horse and left, while the other two rushed forward with all their might.

Liu Zhengzhong knew that he couldn't get away with it, so he pulled the bowstring again. He, the commander of the Yellow Dragon Legion, was not in vain, an arrow shot out, like a meteor catching the moon, into the body of the fleeing Huns.

The Hun screamed miserably and fell on his horse, but the horse under his crotch was abnormal, holding his master and galloping away, making people unable to catch up.

Liu Zhengzhong put down the bow and arrow in his hand and looked at the horses in the distance, the tenacity of the Huns was beyond his expectations, and in the end it was still a failure.

At this time, Liu Hualiang had already led people to deal with the remaining two Huns, ran to his side, looked at Liu Zhengzhong, who was full of disappointment and guilt, and said, "Let's go see Your Highness." ”

Liu Zhengzhong nodded silently and followed him without saying a word.

The town where Xu Haifeng temporarily lived was only one of the countless small villages in the Han Empire, but the geographical location here was better, and it was only one day away from Beijing.

However, the environment here is really not very good, and it can't be compared with the Xiongnu Yanjing Xijing City and Wolong City at all, let alone the Great Han Jingshi.

The upper room of the inn is relatively clean, but the surrounding environment is quite bad. Except for the building where they lived, the rest of the buildings were all mixed together, and the surrounding roads were potholes, forming piles of water. It is the masterpiece of the residents of the neighborhood pouring dirty water. Where the dirty water is poured, mosquitoes and flies are everywhere, and the smell is terrible.

Xu Haifeng closed the window casually, and suddenly found that he had unconsciously felt a disgust for the filth here.

He stopped and pushed open the window again, the sight before him so familiar and unfamiliar.

Before he joined the army, the Xujia village where he lived was even poorer and more backward than here, and he was not calm and unaware.

But in recent years, he has been freed from the sea of suffering.

That's right, it's the sea of suffering, the kind of life that these ordinary people who are struggling on the poverty line live.

He has ascended to heaven, and his family, his people, their lives have changed dramatically.

So, he hadn't seen anything like this for a long time.

Power, is a good thing.

No matter how many years it has passed, power will meticulously exercise its unique and incomparable effect.

Countless people are crazy about it, and it is more addictive than poppy, a fact that no one can change.

Xu Haifeng's two eyes were firmly fixed on his outstretched hands, as if he wanted to see something from them.

Ever since he truly stepped into the realm of a grandmaster, a kind of enlightenment has risen in his heart. The practice of martial arts is lonely and arduous, and the road to world domination is also lonely and arduous, but the two are by no means the same, at least in terms of artistic conception and psychology.

The way of martial arts is to be above board, happy and happy,

The way of hegemony is about intrigue and intrigue,

How can the two be confused into one, no wonder those masters who have already entered the realm of grandmasters are like immortals who do not eat fireworks in the world, and they disdain this aspect.

Even if Cheng Xuanfeng and Tuo Hottie wanted to deal with him, they were just as upright.

In all dynasties, how many Ming monarchs and ministers, they are eloquent and powerful, and there are many people with strong martial arts, but there has never been a grandmaster-level figure among them.

Jiang Kongming also once said that heroes and heroes are two completely different paths, and now he is like standing in front of an important fork in the road of life. How to choose, it was just in his thoughts.

Everything in the past flowed through his heart like a tide, and one by one, characters, whether alive or deceased, were reshaped in his heart like a living dragon, until in the end, all the images disappeared, leaving only a Jiang Kongming shaking a feather fan and smiling.

Xu Haifeng suddenly came to his senses and laughed.

"Second brother, what's wrong with you?"

Xiang Ming lived next door, he was exhausted from the battle, and he was sleeping under his blanket, but he was woken up by his laughter, jumped up, rushed in, and asked in a loud voice.

Xu Haifeng turned his head and smiled at him, and said, "It's okay, it's just that I suddenly figured out a little something, and I was a little out of shape, disturbing the eldest brother, it's a sin." ”

Xiang Ming obviously didn't understand what he meant, and looked at him suspiciously.

Xu Haifeng suppressed his smile and said, "Big brother, the younger brother wants to send the monkey child to take the first step, rush to Wolong City, and inform the military master of the change in Jingshi, what do you think?" ”

Xiang Ming nodded without hesitation and said, "That's right." ”

Xu Haifeng immediately asked people to take pen and ink, and wrote a letter in front of Xiang Ming, in addition to telling about the changes in Beijing, he also pointed out that after February, he was about to go to the northern Xinjiang camp to fight a decisive battle with Li Zhi, and then he would fight side by side with the 100,000 soldiers of the Fang family to defeat the Xiongnu.

In his letter, he stated that in order to prepare for a battle with Li Zhi, he no longer paid attention to worldly matters, and Jiang Kongming was in charge of all affairs in Wolong City.

After reading the letter, Xiang Ming frowned slightly, and stopped talking.

Of course, Xu Haifeng understood that he couldn't figure out why he trusted Jiang Kongming so much, but this question was difficult to explain, so he had to make a haha and perfunctory.

Xu Haifeng summoned the monkey child, handed him the letter, and instructed: "You are fast, return to Wolong City immediately, and hand over this letter to the military master, there must be no mistakes." ”

The monkey child answered, and in a blink of an eye, he disappeared from the spot.

Although he had long known that this person's light skills were unparalleled in the world, and he had seen it many times, Xiang Ming still couldn't help but shudder in his heart.

Xu Haifeng was about to persuade him to continue to rest, when suddenly a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he listened attentively.

Seeing this, Xiang Ming also listened attentively, and after a while, he heard the footsteps of more than a dozen people hurrying towards here, and before reaching the inn, they stopped, and almost at the same time, the door of the inn opened as if it had been agreed in advance.

"What about people?"

"Upstairs in the guest room."

"How many are there?"

"Forty-one, one of them was seriously wounded, and there was only one breath left."

A few words of conversation that were obviously suppressed reached their ears, so that they knew that the target of the other party was their own group.

The two brothers looked at each other, who are these?

It can't be the Huns, they have just laid down the Beijing Division, and the aftermath is so complicated that they can't spare manpower to sweep the surrounding towns.

And they know that they are powerful people, and they definitely won't just send these guys to die.

It can't be that I entered a black store by mistake.

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