readx;? Sikong Buqun didn't know when he came to Song Ziyan's side, he looked at the pain in Song Ziyan's eyes, his heart was full of guilt, looking at the empty roof of the house, he was nostalgic, nostalgic for the happy days when the family was happy before, and missed the happiness when Sikong Haoxuan blackmailed himself. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Ziyan, maybe I did something wrong this time, I'm sorry for your mother and son. "The silence in the past is so far away.

Looking at the commonplace who seemed to be much older, Song Ziyan choked up and said, "Father, it's not your fault. You also don't want to see anything unpleasant happen between their brothers. Now there is a change of events that has brought the Elders' Court to intervene, which we did not expect. ”

Song Ziyan went to prison after all, and she was afraid that Sikong Haoxuan would look at her, but that was her own son, who would go if she didn't go? Who would care about him?

Through the iron grate, Sikong Haoxuan looked at his mother's eyes, which were only a little melancholy, mixed with a little pain, and he knew that something must have happened again, "Mom, what's wrong?"

Song Ziyan clung to the iron railing and said with tears in her eyes: "Xuan'er, it's my mother who is incompetent and can't save you." The war in Southern Xinjiang broke out again, and the Oss family wanted to put you in a death camp, and the Elder Pavilion wanted you to hand over your cultivation method before they could save you. ”

A little cold light exploded from Sikong Haoxuan's eyes, but disappeared in an instant, "Mom, don't worry, isn't the death camp going to southern Xinjiang? With my father here, who dares to embarrass me? Southern Xinjiang is my father's territory." ”

After listening to Sikong Haoxuan's comfort, Song Ziyan's mood calmed down a lot, "Also, leave the imperial capital, a place of right and wrong, your father will take good care of you." It's just that Mom won't be able to see you for a while. ”

Sikong Haoxuan wiped away the tears on his face for his mother, "Mom, you should be happy when I go to southern Xinjiang, this is basically three years ahead of schedule, how did the people of the Oss family become so kind?"

Song Ziyan was amused by Sikong Haoxuan's words, "You, you will make your mother happy, and when you go to southern Xinjiang, you will ask your father to give you a holiday, and go to the Kingdom of Stro to see your sister." You weren't there when she got married, she was very unhappy, and she left the imperial capital in tears. ”

Sikong Haoxuan saw the king of looting in front of him, and he had some expectations in his heart, he hadn't seen him for so many years, is his sister still the same?" "Mom, you go back first." The dampness in this prison is not good for the skin, and it will not be beautiful after staying for a long time. ”

Song Ziyan glared at her son, "Mom went back first, because the number of people in the battlefield death camp is not enough, and all the prisoners in this city guard cell have been recruited, you should be careful yourself." ”

Watching his mother's back disappear into the prison passage, Sikong Haoxuan's face became gloomy, and a silver needle was nailed into the straw heart nest on the wall.

The Oss family compromised with Sikong Haoxuan, and Ruijie, who was already skinny, couldn't bear the greater torture, and it was Lan Xiu who came.

Lan Hugh, who entered the prison, with his eyesight, of course, found that there was something wrong with the straw man nailed to the wall in the cell. The figure disappeared into thin air, appeared in the cell, raised his hand and grabbed the straw man on the wall, not wanting to get a void, his hand passed through the straw man as if through the air, and the straw man was nailed to the wall like a shadow.

"Don't waste your efforts, the puppet of the Great Witch will be so simple. Sikong Haoxuan's words sounded from behind Lan Xiu.

A few blue ice crystals appeared around Lan Xiu, and he didn't dare to be careless at all, Sikong Haoxuan's performance was too weird, he was obviously dead, "Great Witch?"

Sikong Haoxuan smiled slightly, "Aren't you very interested in my abilities? Wu, do you understand?".

Lan Xiu pointed to the straw man on the wall, "This is Wu?"

"Yes. ”

Lan Xiu didn't seem to want to waste time on these illusory issues, "I'm here to talk to you today on behalf of the Oss family, what conditions can I let Ruijie go." ”

Sikong Haoxuan leaned against the iron railing, "I let Ruijie go? ”

Lan Xiu ignored Sikong Haoxuan's lazy attitude, "Tell me about your conditions, we can let you be released from prison tomorrow without being put into a death camp." ”

Sikong Haoxuan sighed slightly in his heart, "Grandpa, I will follow your wish and leave the imperial capital temporarily." I'm really not interested in the head of the family who is restrained by the Elder Pavilion. ”

"Out of prison? I feel like I like this environment, and I don't think about getting out of prison yet. Well, I don't know what the environment of the death camp is like. ”

Lan Xiu felt like he was about to vomit blood, was this the attitude of talking to a grandmaster?" "What do you want, do you have to ask for Ruijie's life?"

Sikong Haoxuan rolled his eyes, "I don't have a deep hatred with him, what do you want him to do?" said as he frustrated his fingers at Lan Xiu.

"Money?" Lan Xiu felt extremely ridiculous for his guess, this matter that took so much effort was so easy to solve?

Sikong Haoxuan said with a smile: "Grandmaster is grandmaster, but I want amethyst coins, one million amethyst coins will never be two prices, don't try to bargain with me, and send me as soon as possible before I leave the imperial capital." ”

"Bargaining?" Sikong Haoxuan's words made Lan Xiu cry and laugh, how to say that the Oss family is also one of the four major families in the imperial capital, and the word bargaining will never appear in the family dictionary.

"Wait. Sikong Haoxuan called out to Lan Xiu, who was walking towards the prison door, his eyes aimed at the small crystal pendant on his waist, and pointed at it, "Have you carried this crystal pendant for a long time? ”

Although Jing Pei is not valuable, Lan Xiu is a little reluctant to wear this ornament since childhood, in order to prevent Sikong Haoxuan from continuing to make excessive demands. He fiercely ripped off the crystal pendant and threw it to Sikong Haoxuan, and quickly flashed out of the prison.

Sikong Haoxuan pinched the small Jing Pei and turned it around his fingertips twice, and with a smile, Jing Pei slowly melted and disappeared in the dark green flames.

Five days later, Sikong Haoxuan, who had an extra million amethyst coins in his ring, was escorted by the Praetorian Guards to the battlefield in the northern frontier in the ranks of prisoners. It is worth mentioning that this Praetorian Guard was personally commanded by the Grand Commander-in-Chief Sikong Wuself.

Song Ziyan watched Sikong Haoxuan and Nanxing walk out of the south gate of the imperial capital, looking at his son's black hair tied up by a grass ring, looking at Nanxing with red hair following his son, looking at their height, and muttering in his heart: "They have all grown up, and they don't need to live under the protection of their parents." Witch?".

Autumn in the Hersey steppe is at its most colourful. The gentle wind gently lifts everything on the grassland, and the fragrance of the grass swept up by the breeze is intoxicating. Such a beautiful grassland brings infinite vitality and hope to people.

Since Overwatch City was incorporated into the Empire, the war-torn steppe has slowly regained its long-lost vitality. For more than 100 years, the blood and resentment that wandered in the grassland were washed away by a piece of vitality.

An army of prisoners broke the peace of the steppe, and the chill of autumn seemed even colder because of the arrival of this army.

After entering southern Xinjiang, Sikong Haoxuan was slightly disappointed not to see his father. Then his mind couldn't help but be attracted by this beautiful grassland, the grass was already a little yellow in this autumn, but as a tourist, how could Sikong Haoxuan care about this. The fresh and vibrant breeze made his eyes a little misty, "This grassland doesn't seem to be any different, but it seems to be a little different." ”

After the prisoner team arrived at Aquila City, the grassland town, they were divided into several squads and added to the six death camps from Aquila to Overwatch City.

Death camps, a deformed organization created in the continental wars, are mostly composed of heavy criminals in the country, because most of these prisoners have martial arts, so they are qualified to fight on the battlefield. They are consumables in the battlefield, and the purpose of their existence is to die, and there are very few who can survive for three years.

A dull aura unique to the death camp enveloped the entire camp, and there was not even a trace of life in this breath. Sikong Haoxuan, who was standing at the gate of the death camp, didn't like this kind of breath of dying very much.

"Prison on the battlefield, what more could you ask for it. Sikong Haoxuan smiled self-deprecatingly and walked towards a camp tent that looked good.

In front of the tent were two big men, and from their naked and scarred upper bodies, it was clear that they must be the survivors of a hundred battles. One of them glanced at Sikong Haoxuan and Nanxing, "Are you new here? ”

Sikong Haoxuan smiled lightly, "Who is in this tent?"

Dahan fiddled with the long knife in his hand, "I want to see the battalion commander, when you survive the three wars, the battalion commander will naturally look for you." ”

A bald man walked out of the tent and smiled strangely, "Isn't this the fourth son of the governor of the air war, why didn't your father take you out to enjoy the blessings?"

This bald man is obviously not a simple character, and he knows Sikong Haoxuan quite well, "I requisitioned your tent, and I'm not used to nesting in the corner." "Sikong Haoxuan is too lazy to talk nonsense with the bald man, and Nanxing beside him always has a surprising comprehension of his intentions.

The three corpses with crushed throat bones were thrown into the corner of the camp tent as garbage by Nanxing, and then stood outside the camp tent in place of the two big men from before. On the battlefield, Nanxing may not be able to compare with these Hundred Warriors, but at this time, they don't even have a chance to make a move in front of Nanxing, who has stepped into the half-killing path.

Nanxing's methods stunned many death camp prisoners, and no prisoner had ever been so arrogant. This is the death camp, and there is a battalion of Blizzard elite stationed on the periphery, who dare to kill people in the death camp, they don't want to live anymore?

But the truth is not as the death camp prisoners thought, the battalion commander of the Blizzard Legion soon learned about the death camp murder, but what can he do? One is the son of the Governor, and the other is the son of Nan Liekong, the whole of the Blizzard Legion admires Nan Liekong, how can he embarrass his only son?

In Aquila City, in the Governor's Palace, after Sikong Wuwu and his father Sikong Zhan dealt with the handover of the prisoners, Sikong Wuwu asked tentatively: "Father, the fourth brother was assigned to the death camp this time, and now he is assigned to the fifth camp, do you want me to take him out to see you?"

Sikong Zhan snorted coldly, "Let him exercise where first, your mother dotes on him too much, look at what has become of him now, he was sentenced to prison at a young age." Sikong Zhan obviously didn't know how complicated the background of Sikong Haoxuan's imprisonment was, and he just hoped that all his sons would be like him and become iron-blooded soldiers. But over the years, he was more satisfied with the lack of self.

A hint of smugness flashed in Sikong Wume's eyes, "Yes, my father is right, the fourth brother should indeed exercise in the battlefield." ”

Song Ziyan's shadow suddenly appeared in Sikong Zhan's heart, and he sighed slightly, "Without me, you have to take care of your brother more, after all, he is the first time to go to the battlefield, and there must be no mistakes." ”

"Father, don't worry, as long as I am on the battlefield, no enemy can hurt a single hair of my brother. ”

Sikong Zhan nodded with satisfaction, "Don't be too obvious, let your brother exercise more, it will be good for him in the future." ”

"Yes, father. ”

"You go first, I'll go to Overwatch in a while, the defense of the Aquila will be handed over to you, be careful, the new Acropolis of Sack's is too close to us. ”

In the death camp, Sikong Haoxuan threw all the valuable things in the camp tent into the ring, and threw the rest of the garbage out of the tent, spread a pure white monster fur on the ground, and sat on it and slowly sank into the center.

"Little brother, please inform the fourth young master, I have something to talk to him. Sikong Haoxuan heard the voice outside the tent and raised his voice: "Nanxing, let him in." ”

"Another bald man!" Sikong Haoxuan looked at the people who came in, and smiled bitterly in his heart, "It's really lucky to see two bald people in one day." How does this look like a monk, there are monks in this world?"

The bald man was dressed in a washed white cloth robe, and saluted Sikong Hao Xuanwei, "Fourth Young Master, my name is Beichen, what arrangements do you have for this death camp?"

"Beichen, Nanxing! I don't know, I really think they're brothers. Sikong Haoxuan was obviously interested in Beichen's name. "What arrangement, what arrangement, what do I need to arrange in the death camp?"

Beichen smiled bitterly: "Fourth Young Master, you killed the battalion commander of this dead camp, of course you should take his place and be responsible for the dead camp." ”

Sikong Haoxuan pointed outward with his hand, "It's not that I shirk responsibility, in fact, it was the guy from Nanxing who killed your battalion commander, you should go to him to be responsible, not to me." I don't have the slightest interest in Death Camp. ”

A trace of anger appeared on Beichen's face, "Fourth Young Master, I'm not here to joke with you, there is no one in the death camp, and I am in the mood to joke." You look at these prisoners in the death camp, look at their looks, they are simply a bunch of walking dead, they have no future, they don't dare to think about the future, but they are still people, they are still life. This camp has no future, it is difficult to have a leader, it is rare to make this dead camp have a little cohesion, you can't imagine how terrible a team without cohesion is consumed on the battlefield, they are all lives. Since you have destroyed what little cohesion you have, you are responsible for the death camp. ”

Beichen's anger didn't seem to impress Sikong Haoxuan, he asked calmly, "Are you a mage?"

Beichen squeezed out two words from his mouth, "Monk." ”

"Monks?!" Sikong Haoxuan knows a little bit about the situation of monks in this world, they are really similar to monks in nature, they are kind, they are compassionate, they have their own pursuits, they are born to be healing masters.

"Are you asking me to lead the death camp to slaughter the people of the Sark Empire? Sikong Haoxuan looked at Beichen and asked.

Beichen was stunned by Sikong Haoxuan's question, and secretly blamed in his heart, "Yes, what I have always thought about is the people around me, but the people of the Sak Empire are also lives, should they be killed?

Sikong Haoxuan looked at Beichen whose eyes were full of pain, and couldn't help but feel a trace of respect in his heart, who can worry about the living beings in the world? Suffering for their lives?" "Beichen, listen to me tell a story, the story of a monk. ”

Sikong Haoxuan's voice carried an emotion that Beichen couldn't understand, and the voice seemed so far away, like a lifetime, "In that far east, there is a great nation. During their Warring States period, the world was at war, killing was all over their lands, people were under the shadow of war, all countries had ambitions to expand, and no one cared about the misery of the world. ”

"In the midst of the protracted killings, it was discovered that a monk was always present in various countries and battlefields, trying to stop one war after another with his powerful martial arts and the compassion of the Buddha. But the people of all countries, who are full of ambition, do not care about him, because everyone in the world knows that he never kills. The sword in his hand is the sword of mercy. Sadly, the monk prayed for the living beings of the world all his life, so as not to kill and influence the troubled people, and he was not able to stop the conquest of the world. But the people who hoped for peace still remembered his name, Haizang, Haizang Monk. ”

"Few people in the world know that before the death of the monk Haizang, he suddenly had an epiphany and created the 'non-killing sword technique' to remain in the world. It's not so much a sword technique as it is a profound Buddhist scripture. How many years have passed, and people believe that the non-killing sword technique is the first killing sword in the world, but no one has ever been able to comprehend it. ”

Sikong Haoxuan glanced at Beichen deeply, "Beichen, I think it is possible for you to comprehend this sword technique." Have mercy in your heart and kill for the sake of not killing. Sikong Haoxuan waved his hand and a thick pile of pamphlets appeared beside him, "Just look at me, when you understand, when we are talking about the death camp." ”

Beichen, who seemed to understand whether he understood or not, picked up a booklet casually, and was unconsciously deeply attracted by the content of the booklet, and his expression slowly became focused.

Beichen's state at this time made Sikong Haoxuan breathe a sigh of relief, he was not sure that Beichen could understand the culture of another world just now, and now it seems that he does have a relationship with the Buddha. "It's not in vain that I have spent countless days and nights sorting out this only memory that is not witchcraft, and I am afraid that the Buddhist scriptures hidden in the depths of my memory will not be simple to make the old man value it so much. Sikong Haoxuan slowly sank into the middle of the tent, and the tent was quiet again, and there was only the sound of Beichen flipping the booklet.

The war ignited by the Saxon Empire on the battlefield in southern Xinjiang is much more intense than people think, and the tragedy is increasing day by day.

Ten days, just ten days, the full number of 10,000 dead camps consumed nearly half of the prisoners. The battlefield in southern Xinjiang is like a huge meat grinding machine, consuming the vital forces of both sides at an extremely fast speed.

Beichen has never escaped a war in ten days, but he does not have the slightest killing aura on him. Nanxing is bound to arrive in every battle, and the killing spirit soars into the sky, making the elite soldiers of the Blizzard Legion feel cold. And Sikong Haoxuan has never gone out since he entered the camp, he neither fights nor kills the enemy, because he is the son of the governor, and the soldiers of the Blizzard Legion do not dare to take coercive measures against him.

Beichen was still wearing the washed white cloth robe, quietly walked into the camp tent, sat next to Sikong Haoxuan and gently flipped through the thick booklet, but there was a tired look between his eyebrows.

"The battle is fierce, I'm curious why you came down from the battlefield without the killing aura on your body. Sikong Haoxuan asked with his eyes closed.

Beichen made a gesture that was familiar and unfamiliar to Sikong Haoxuan, he folded his hands and lowered his eyebrows, "Little monk, I haven't killed, how can I kill him." ”

Sikong Haoxuan, who opened his eyes, couldn't believe that the person in front of him was Beichen. Can a person's temperament change dramatically in ten days? Is the person in front of him really a human being in this world?

Beichen turned the last page of the booklet and gently put down the thick booklet, "Fourth Young Master, the little monk can talk to you about the death camp." ”

Sikong Haoxuan was still a little incredulous, the change in the person in front of him seemed to be even more weird than witchcraft, "What do you want to say." ”

"I want you to make a promise. ”

"What can you give?"

"As long as the death camp is not destroyed, the little monk will always be the sword in your hand. ”

After Beichen finished speaking, he walked outside the tent, and Sikong Haoxuan stopped him behind him, "Are you enlightened?"

Beichen didn't look back, but Sikong Haoxuan knew that he seemed to have recited a short verse of the scriptures, "To kill is not to kill, not to kill is to kill, Amitabha." ”

Coming to this world, Sikong Haoxuan showed his dementia for the first time, "Amitabha, what kind of monster did I make?" he asked himself in his heart, I am afraid that no one can answer his question except himself, the first monk in the Age Continent.

The thick pile of booklets beside Sikong Haoxuan turned into dust after Beichen walked out of the camp.

The Sark Empire seems to have readjusted their strategic layout, and in the short line of the Taiken Pass, they have invested the strength of four legions, and they have put on a posture of ambition against the Hursey steppe.

Yu Acropolis, the first and second Sakh legions, posed a huge threat to Aquila City, and the air battle returned to Aquila City overnight, convened an emergency military meeting, and used Blizzard to defend against the threat of four legions, and the strength was too weak.

The meeting lasted until midnight, and everyone did not come up with a proper solution, and the exhausted air battle had to announce that it would be discussed again tomorrow.

Sikong Zhan, who pinched his eyebrows, said to Sikong Wuzi beside him: "Wuwu, the battle is fierce during this time, and your brother has nothing to lose on the battlefield." ”

Sikong's eyes flashed, and he said with some hesitation: "Fourth brother, fourth brother, he has never been on the battlefield at all, since he entered the death camp, he has been hiding in the camp tent and has never come out." ”

"Smack" Sikong Zhan's thick palm slapped on the table, and said coldly: "You immediately go and inform the commander of the fifth battalion of Blizzard, the fifth death battalion does not raise waste, and if there are prisoners who do not go to the battlefield, they will be killed on the spot!!"

"Yes, Father, I'll go. ”

The meaning of Sikong Battle quickly reached Sikong Haoxuan's ears, he looked at the commander of the fifth battalion of Blizzard who withdrew from the camp, and sighed slightly, "Battlefield, I don't dare to be interested in the battlefield, but what." ”

The death camp is really full of talents, after Beichen's introduction, Sikong Haoxuan met a dwarf blacksmith, the poor blacksmith was imprisoned for killing a nobleman, he was unlucky, and the sentence was over in one day, and he received a call for the death camp.

"Figure, do you understand?". Sikong Haoxuan pointed to the pattern in the dwarf's hand and said.

"Fourth young master, I can read the picture, but I don't know what it means. The dwarf replied honestly.

"As long as you can build it, you don't need to understand what it means. Sikong Haoxuan was a little helpless about the rigidity of the dwarves.

The dwarf said solemnly, "If I don't understand the meaning of this picture, then what I create will lose its soul." ”

Talking about the soul in front of the Great Witch? Before Sikong Haoxuan could speak, Beichen next to him said: "I know what it means, I'll go back and explain to you." ”

The Sark Empire did not launch a new offensive for two days, but this pre-war calm made the atmosphere in the entire death camp very depressing. Two days later, Beichen held a half-meter-long and palm-wide handle. Hundreds of Buddha's knives are carved in relief, and the camp tent of Sikong Haoxuan is sent in.

―Floating Butcher Knife.

The majestic Teken Mountains, which stretch for thousands of miles, almost completely close the long border between the Sax Empire and the Golden Empire. Under the gloomy sky, at the Taiken Pass, two torrents composed of people collided together, and the blood red surging on the flood peak buried one by one.

The pain had already paralyzed Sikong Haoxuan's nerves, and his shallow understanding of the cold weapon battlefield had cost him a lot, his body was covered with all kinds of wounds, and the floating butcher knife in his hand no longer dared to make superfluous movements, just chopping for the sake of cutting.

Beichen, who was not far from Sikong Haoxuan, looked at Sikong Haoxuan's embarrassment, his eyes were full of smiles, "Cut your throat?! The first few strokes were really handsome." The thin sword in his hand was beating at an extremely fast frequency, and every time it beat, it took away a life, and what he read in his mouth was a transcendent scripture.

A little pain and such a pure killing could not make Sikong Haoxuan feel frightened. It is the shallow grasp of internal breath that makes him quite depressed, like a rich man who does not know how to spend his money, and this feeling can indeed make people crazy. In the battlefield battle, except for extremely evil witchcraft such as sacrifice, other witchcraft did not help Sikong Haoxuan at this time.

Four knives slashed towards Sikong Haoxuan's body, interrupting his thoughts at the approaching danger. There are no dead ends, the body is pushed by the inertia of the entire "torrent" and cannot be stopped at all. Soul vision, an inspection from the soul, made him make a choice in an instant. The knife in his hand held back the threat of stabbing him in the heart, and at the same time, the other three knives pierced his body.

On both sides of the war, the undoubted war of attrition ended quickly, Sikong Haoxuan was carried off the battlefield, no one thought that he would be able to survive the blood, and the Blizzard soldiers in charge of this execution camp broke out in cold sweat on their heads, and they didn't know how to explain to the Governor.

Sikong Haoxuan not only survived, but the speed of his body's recovery made Beichen, who treated him, feel incredible. The blood on the battlefield is the most nutritious tonic for the soul witch, although it has no effect on the improvement of Sikong Haoxuan's soul, but this kind of boiling blood on the battlefield can fully nourish every cell of him.

Beichen sat next to Sikong Haoxuan with a knife carving a human bone, "Fourth Young Master, where is your floating butcher knife?"

Sikong Haoxuan glared at Beichen, and squeezed out two words from between his teeth, "Lost." He was sure that Beichen did it on purpose, and he deliberately carried the beautifully forged floating butcher knife.

"I've decided that I'll only be responsible for the Death Camp warriors who hold the Floating Slaughter Knife in the future, if you don't want the prisoners in this Death Camp to be exterminated, go and build the Floating Slaughter Knife with your dwarven friends. Sikong Haoxuan threw out a pile of the pitch-black thick-backed broadsword he got from Mima's tomb, "Use this as a raw material." After speaking, Sikong Haoxuan walked out of the tent.

The human bones and knives in Beichen's hands fell to the ground, and he looked at the thousands of knives in front of him and stayed on the spot. He began to regret in his heart that he shouldn't have stimulated people who couldn't stand it. This is good, casting thousands of knives carved with hundreds of Buddhas, Beichen already felt that his scalp was a little numb.

Standing outside the death camp, Sikong Haoxuan looked up at the vast sky, breathing in the air with a faint smell of blood, and the situation in the battlefield resurfaced in his soul, simulating the effective use of internal forces in that environment. Nanxing stood ten steps away, and the killing on the battlefield made Nanxing's murderous intent slowly complete, and I believe that he would be able to completely step into the killing path in a few years.

A breeze from the grassland, a trace of coldness brought by Sikong Haoxuan sobered up from his contemplation, and he sighed slightly in his heart, "The killing in the battlefield is really different, and the skills in the Siberian training camp have no meaning at all in the battlefield of these tens of thousands of people." It is said that the internal force has been used for hundreds or thousands of years, and its application is not at all more complex than witchcraft. It seems that it will take some time to study, otherwise it will be really difficult to guarantee that you will survive the future war. Damn Ding Lie, he must have been hiding something from me. ”

Sikong Haoxuan's figure turned into a superimposed afterimage and shot towards the death camp, and subtle changes such as pauses, turns, arcs, and so on began to appear in his body.

The frequency of the wars was completely unexpected, and he did not have much time to simulate the various methods of internal force use in his soul. However, the battlefield is indeed the best training environment, as long as you can survive, pay a small price. Then there will be a breakthrough in both psychology and technique, but this breakthrough is not necessarily beautiful.

In the battlefield, Sikong Haoxuan and his freehand waved the brand-new floating butcher knife in his hand. He had long forgotten that this was the first time he had fought in this boring war, and his curiosity about the use of internal forces had already given up further exploration with the guarantee of his life. He was more concerned about the wonderful expression on Beichen's face every time the floating butcher knife slashed through a soldier's throat.

In the dense battle array, Sikong Haoxuan's figure, supported by a strong internal force, was moving to the limit that was incomprehensible to ordinary people. Countless swords slashed at the shaking phantom, and the floating butcher knife slashed through the throats of soldiers one by one again and again, and steaming blood sprinkled all over Sikong Haoxuan's body. Beichen's progress in the battlefield can only be described as shock, he doesn't know that for Dawu, skill is just a low-level skill.

During this period of time, the prisoners in the death camp have been slowly changing their views on Sikong Haoxuan, because Sikong Haoxuan has saved the lives of more than one or two prisoners on the battlefield, although this is not his deliberate behavior, but this kind of team spirit that is completely deep in the bone marrow makes the death camp slowly accept the son of this governor.

"Fourth young master, the horn of the army has sounded. If you don't go back, you will be punished. A death camp inmate shouted to Sikong Haoxuan.

Sikong Haoxuan's figure flickered, and he slit the throat of a soldier, wiped the blood sprayed on his face, and walked towards his own camp. He was followed by dozens of death camp prisoners armed with floating butcher knives, who seemed to be somewhat different from the others.

No one knew what kind of training these dozens of prisoners armed with floating butcher knives had received from Sikong Haoxuan, and they themselves did not reveal a word. Only the prisoners of the death camp knew that these prisoners with floating butcher knives had only killed more than a dozen people in the recent intensive fighting. Such a low mortality rate gave the prisoners hope, but the creation of floating butcher knives every day was limited, so they were helpless.

The poor dwarf not only had to go on the battlefield to kill enemies, but also had a huge quest to build, and he sensed that he still wanted to die. But as the key object of protection in the death camp, he no longer seems to have the right to die.

For more than three months, the wars in southern Xinjiang have become more and more frequent, and the Saxon Empire has no intention of withdrawing its troops. In the fifth death camp where Sikong Haoxuan was located, the number of prisoners in it had been sharply reduced to more than 3,000. With such a rapid rate of attrition, the Empire will not be able to give further support, and in the next war, the regular armies of both sides will inevitably come into contact with this Taiken Pass.

In the imperial capital, the Grand Prince's Mansion, Vallie and Sikong Mochen are waiting for an important guest. In the courtyard, Vallie looked at the sky, his face was a little ugly, "This damn eunuch, the shelf is not small. ”

After graduating from the Noble Academy, Sikong Mochen attached himself to the eldest prince for the benefit of the family, and after several years of training, he was already a genius and gradually gained the trust of the eldest prince. Looking at Vallie, whose face was a little ugly, Sikong Mochen smiled, "Your Highness, what are you talking about with a minion? If he doesn't do this, how can he raise his value? We're afraid that he won't be priceless." ”

Vallie thought for a moment and laughed, "Yes, yes, he has a price to be good for us, so he can be used by us, if he is priceless, it is really not good news for us." ”

"Let Your Highness wait for a long time, I really can't get the news in the palace, so I will get out immediately, and I ask Your Highness for forgiveness. Before anyone arrived, the voice entered the courtyard one step forward, and Medis entered the courtyard under the guidance of the guards.

Vallie stepped forward and grabbed Medis affectionately, "The chief steward is too polite, Xiao Wang knows that it is difficult for the chief steward to be separated in the palace, as long as someone comes." Drinks and food were already prepared in the house, and we chatted while eating. ”

After three rounds of drinking, Medis's eyes were already a little hazy, "I don't know what His Highness has to tell me." ”

Vallie and Sikong Mochen glanced at each other, and Sikong Mochen spoke: "Lord Steward, it's like this. Now that the war in southern Xinjiang is tight, our Royal Highness is afraid that the emperor will worry too much about this, so it is recommended that His Royal Highness the Third Prince go to southern Xinjiang to supervise the army, and the emperor has not been able to make up his mind for this, so please ask the chief manager to give more advice to the emperor. ”

Edith's drunkenness seemed to be dispelled by Sikong Mochen's direct words, and her speech was a little unsteady, "This, this emperor's family matter, how can I be qualified to speak." ”

Vallie patted Medice on the shoulder, "The manager is a smart man, so there is no need to say much about smart people. You also know that in the near future, I will be the master of the Golden Empire. If the Governor does his best for me, then after I ascend the throne, the ******** position will remain yours. ”

If you haven't experienced power, you will never know what the power is really about. As a ********, Medis deeply appreciates the beauty of power, although his position is low, but all the nobles and officials at all levels are respectful when they see him, this beauty makes him wake up with a smile in his dreams.

At this time, the heir of the empire threw an olive branch to himself, which was a great opportunity for him, an opportunity for his power to continue, after all, he was still young. All kinds of thoughts in Medis's heart turned rapidly, and suddenly a figure sitting up from the corpse appeared in his mind, all the **** disappeared quickly, and a chill made Medis completely sober, "Thank you Your Highness for your kindness, I will definitely do my best for Your Highness." ”

Vallie and Sikong Mochen had been paying attention to the change in Edith's face, and they were overjoyed to see that Edith had finally agreed after a fierce battle of ideas. After all, Edith's position in the palace is too special, and having the help of such a person is too important for Vallie.

An ordinary sedan chair left the Grand Prince's Mansion through the side door and stopped at a small restaurant. Medis walked into the restaurant and sat down at a table, he was obviously not here for the first time, without his orders, the waiter had already served his favorite drink, "Inform Tal, let him tell the young master that the third prince will soon reach the southern frontier and serve as the overseer." Medis did not question his influence on the emperor at all, he knew very well that as long as he participated in this matter, the third prince would go to Dingnanjiang. The waiter did not pause in his movements, as if he had not heard Edith's words, and put down his drink and left.

After Medis left, Vallie turned the Golden Crystal Wine Glass, which was only available to the royal family, and said to Sikong Mochen: "Although Canghai has no support in the imperial capital, do you think we will give him a new opportunity if we put him in the southern frontier?"

Sikong Mochen knew this seemingly kind, but in fact ruthless prince, he said respectfully: "Since His Royal Highness arranged for the third prince to go to southern Xinjiang, there must be a safe arrangement, and he will definitely not get new opportunities." ”

Val raised his glass and said in a way that only he could hear, "Canghai, my third brother, my brother is here to see you off." ”

As the days passed, the first snow of winter fell on the Hersey steppe, and the boundless white solidified everything on the steppe.

In the fifth death camp, poor dwarf Dekeney threw the hundredth floating knife to Beichen, who came to urge the goods, and threw the sledgehammer to the ground, "Don't do it, you damn boy." You have no idea how much energy these intricate patterns cost me, I really don't know, an ordinary knife is so beautifully crafted that it is useful. Wasted this rare piece of black iron. Oh my God, and the perfect sabers in themselves, I melted them down and forged this garbage. ”

"Amitabha. Dekni, the little monk has told you many times that those patterns are Buddhas, and they contain mysterious meanings. Hundreds of Buddhas are cast on swords and can wash away the sins of killing. ”

The dwarf Dirkney's eyes widened, "Fart, wash away the sin of killing, don't you take off your pants and fart?" ”

Beichen suddenly felt that he and this damn dwarf were people of two worlds, and he couldn't communicate at all, and threw a sentence at him, "You can do it, if you don't want to be torn apart by those prisoners." Oh, and forgot to tell you that some of them are interested in dwarven bodies. Amitabha, sin, sin. ”

Looking at Beichen who flashed out of the door, Dekeney reacted for a long time and roared: "You damn bald donkey, I'm still interested in your body." After scolding, the dwarf felt a lot more comfortable, and his heart was secretly refreshed, "It's still the fourth young master, this bald donkey is more deadly." ”

In front of Sikong Haoxuan's tent, there were two more tents, which were occupied by a hundred prisoners armed with floating knives. No, maybe call them warriors.

Quiet, Sikong Haoxuan's tent was very quiet in front of the tent, with the tent as the center, exuding a terrifying cohesion. There was a regular patrol team in the entire death camp, and groups of ten people were interspersed in the death camp, and the security was extremely tight. It's just that when everyone passed by Sikong Haoxuan's tent, they couldn't help but light their steps.

"Beichen, what do you think of the death camp now?" Sikong Haoxuan sat cross-legged on the white demonic beast fur and said to Beichen, who had entered the camp.

Beichen clasped his hands together, "The fourth young master is really capable of what no one can, after your training, the mortality rate of those prisoners has really dropped greatly, although every battle will make them seriously injured, but for the monks who are proficient in healing, as long as it is not a fatal injury, I have a way to make them recover." It's just that the little monk is very curious, how did you do it. ”

Sikong Haoxuan smiled, "It's very simple, for these habitual criminals with strong martial arts, as long as they are guided by the right method, they will exert great combat power." There are only two things that need to be done on the battlefield, killing and dodging, and the most important thing is to cooperate. I'm just letting them remember from the depths of their souls that those parts of the body are not attackable. ”

Seeing that Beichen seemed to be looking forward to the following, Sikong Haoxuan continued mysteriously, "I used a red-hot iron drill to point out the fatal points on their bodies one by one, and imprinted them in their hearts. ”

Beichen shuddered in his heart, "Amitabha, sin, sin ......"

On the snow-shrouded cold grassland, a team of arrogant cavalry appeared, more than 100 riding **** scarred upper bodies, walking through the cold wind, condensing like a substance of murderous aura to smash the killing aura in the winter grassland.

There was only one person in the whole group who was slightly normal, but it was also in terms of clothing, and from his contemptuous, crazy and demented laughter, it was certain that he seemed to be the most abnormal person in the whole group.

Beichen was naked, rode his horse to Sikong Haoxuan's side, and said tremblingly: "Battalion commander, if it goes on like this, I'm afraid that this team will freeze to death on this grassland." "Because of the abundance of materials and manpower, the dwarf has completed his task, the whole battalion is equipped with floating butcher knives, and Sikong Haoxuan has also fulfilled his promise and began to be responsible for the entire Fifth Death Battalion.

Sikong Haoxuan's eyes widened, "Frozen to death? Didn't you see them covered in steaming mist? They are very hot, very hot, they want to vent, they want to run wild." ”

"Hot?" Beichen was a little hesitant by Sikong Hao's righteous and stern words, and a wisp of cold wind swept across Beichen's body, almost knocking him off his horse, "Hot fart......"

"A monk is not allowed to speak evilly, how can he comprehend the Buddhist scriptures if he does not abide by the precepts?" Sikong Haoxuan blocked Beichen's words before he finished scolding.

Beichen was stunned on the horse's back, letting the horse gallop, and after a while, he shouted to Sikong Haoxuan in the distance: "I am a monk, not a monk. Killing is not killing, not killing is killing, then scolding is not scolding. How can I not understand the meaning of the Buddhist scriptures?"

"Bald donkey, I think you need a hat, maybe a little warmer. The dwarf who also rode his horse and galloped, and the same **** body, roared to Beichen, the dwarves at this moment have their own wildness, and the endless grassland shrouded in white can indeed ignite the fire in their hearts.

A horse that had rounded up from the side of the team gestured to the cavalry, and Sikong Haoxuan jerked the reins, and the fierce horse stood neighing and stopped in place. The team behind him also followed him, and the moment of extreme movement changed to extreme silence, the sound of drumming horses' hooves disappeared, and there was only the gasping of people and horses, and a large amount of mist surrounded the team.

A cavalryman dressed in white and even with a white horse came to Sikong Haoxuan, he and his horse seemed to merge with the white grassland, "Report, battalion commander, the two teams of men and horses in front are fighting, judging from the armor of one of the teams, it should be the Praetorian Guard of the imperial capital." ”

Sikong Haoxuan nodded, he was very satisfied with these slowly growing soldiers in the death camp, and said to the scout in front of him: "You go and keep an eye on them, and come back and call me after one side is about to be killed." ”

"Battalion commander, are we going to the rescue?" said the dwarf Dequegnon, who had no affection for the nobles of the imperial capital.

Sikong Haoxuan smiled, "It seems that the third prince is here, and someone doesn't want him to reach Southern Xinjiang alive." Looking at the team behind him, "This is a rare opportunity to exercise, and when the Saxon Empire adapts to the climate of the steppe, we will not be so idle." If you don't want to die, then you have to blend in with the prairie winter. The whispered words seemed to be addressed to all the Death Camp fighters, and seemed like a belated explanation.

A group of cavalry stood quietly in the white grassland, the falling snowflakes seemed to freeze their boiling blood due to the wild running, and the vast world brought them slackness in their hearts, which were completely dispelled by Sikong Haoxuan's faint words, making them remember that they were soldiers in the death camp, and any slackness in their minds would be a fatal flaw.

The fighting energy on their bodies slowly flowed, and the experience of many days told them that if they used their fighting energy to resist the cold, then the consumption of fighting energy would be very amazing, and when the fighting energy was exhausted, they would really be frozen to death. They can only let the fighting spirit flow slowly, maintain a weak body temperature, and endure the biting cold in order to persevere for a long time.

When the white-clothed scout returned again, if he hadn't seen a little white mist erupting from the cavalry, thinking that he was facing a group of lifeless sculptures, he pulled down the white hat covering his head and said to Sikong Haoxuan: "Battalion commander, one side is almost over, and there are more than a dozen people. The eyes of the more than 100 cavalrymen who stood still stared directly at the clothes on the scout's body.

"How many people are there, is that side of the people who are dying?" Sikong Haoxuan raised his hand to wipe the hoarfrost hanging on his eyebrows, and asked the scout.

The white-clothed scout didn't pause at all, and replied quickly, "It's the side of the Imperial Capital Praetorian Guard, they have fallen nearly a thousand people, and the other party has also suffered heavy casualties, but there are still nearly three hundred people. ”

"Alright, let's move and let's go harvest. As soon as Sikong Haoxuan's words fell, the fighting spirit of the dead camp cavalry behind him flickered, and they had to quickly recover their numb bodies.

"Let's go!" With Sikong Haoxuan's heavy drinking, the still team rushed up, like a sharp arrow that pierced through the biting cold wind and the snow, and shot into the sky.

The pure grassland shrouded in white was desecrated by a killing, and the purity of the grassland was cut open by piercing blood, and the silence between heaven and earth was broken with a scream.

More than a dozen Praetorian Guards surrounded a black-haired young man in a pale yellow robe, resisting attacks from white-clothed masked men from all directions, although their martial arts skills were more than a cut higher than those in white, but there were too many white-clothed people.

"Your Highness, activate the magic scroll to escape, we can't rush out. A Praetorian Guard soldier, cutting down the enemy in front of him, took the time to whisper to the young man.

There was a trace of anxiety in the eyes of the black-haired young man, and he smiled bitterly: "Among them, there are magicians, the magic elements in this piece have long been emptied, how can you activate the scroll without magic elements?"

The Praetorian Guard soldier was silent, and he silently saw off the prince who was about to die, and also saw him off for himself. The strength of his hand weakened a little, and he was soon cut to the ground by the man in white.

Looking at the only seven soldiers beside him, the black-haired young man sighed in a low voice: "Big brother, good means, kill me with the hands of the Saxon Empire, you are not afraid of luring wolves into the house?"

A dull drum sound sounded from the sky, waking up the black-haired young man who was waiting for death with his eyes closed, and the indescribable weirdness of the drum sounded as if it sounded from the depths of his soul, making people feel dizzy and vomit.

"Cavalry!" exclaimed a white-clad masked man with good eyes and a strong mind, his trembling voice waking up a crowd of people who were stunned by the sound of drums.

The meaningless formation change of the white-clothed masked men, before it was completed, had been drowned in the wild torrent, they fell so indifferently, they were the elite, how could they be so powerless in the face of the cavalry. One by one, the heads broke away from their bodies and flew into the sky, and the headless corpses fell to the ground spraying blood.

The leader of the men in white, when he was beheaded by Derkney, found a leather drum on the back of Derkney's horse, a strange drum, on which floating dark green characters were like living creatures, swimming.

The leader of the men in white fell, the last thought in his heart, "It's made of human skin." ”

The black-haired young man, enduring a strong feeling of vomiting, carefully wiped away the tender red brains that were splashing on his body in the distance and were still steaming, he didn't dare to look up at these fierce gods who seemed to have come out of hell. The piercing sound of bone cracking sounded in his ears, and the young man watched in horror as the few remaining Praetorian Guards around him were split by the wolf cavalry, and he was completely shocked, and he didn't even seem to notice the brains that splashed all over his body again.

There were few men in white who were slaughtered by the cavalry, and a few clever men in white had begun to scatter and flee, and some people took the lead, and the men in white completely collapsed and fled in a hurry.

Under the gesture of Sikong Haoxuan, the cavalry of the death camp transformed into more than ten squads, and all those who escaped were beheaded under the floating butcher knife.

Sikong Haoxuan jumped off the horse, "Your Highness is frightened. ”

The black-haired young man looked around at the corpses on the ground, watching several death camp soldiers cut off the heads of the people in white one by one, pointing at them, his fingers trembling, "Those people are already dead, why do you want to desecrate their corpses?"

Sikong Haoxuan was disdainful in his heart, "They seem to be trying to kill you just now, this will be merciful." He replied, "Your Highness, there is a secret method that can make the dead corpse still have attack power, so for the safety of Your Highness, we have to do this." "The act of beheading the death camp came entirely from his instructions, and as a great witch, he knew too well that there were countless strange secret laws in the world. Being beheaded by a floating butcher knife directly destroys the soul of a living being, which is why hundreds of Buddhas have carved on the knife. Although this method has dry weather harmony, it is the safest, and the habit is slowly developed from small things.

"Who are you, who do you know who I am?"

"The third prince who seems to be quite shrewd, was scared stupid? Only then did he remember to ask my identity?" Sikong Haoxuan's thoughts flashed in his heart, and he pointed to the pale yellow clothes of the third prince, "Your Highness, your clothes tell me your identity, you are His Royal Highness the Third Prince." We are just a small patrol force on the border. ”

Although the third prince Canghai felt that Sikong Haoxuan's explanation was a bit far-fetched in his heart, before he could think about it, Sikong Haoxuan said: "Your Highness, we have to leave quickly, it is very dangerous here." It was still two days away from the nearest Aquila City, and we had to spend the night in the grassland. ”

The frightened and fooled by Sikong Haoxuan, the third prince rode on a horse in a daze, followed Sikong Haoxuan and a group of soldiers in the death camp, and galloped towards the depths of the grassland.

The night sky of the prairie in winter seems so pure. It is as deep as a crystal, dotted with starlight. Among the 24 guardian stars of the mainland, the White Goose Star is located in the middle of the canopy, and in the myth of the Yag starry sky, the White Goose Star is in charge of fate, and its light is the softest.

The third prince Canghai looked at the night sky from afar outside the tent, and his thoughts were tumbling in his heart, "Big brother, we never thought about fighting with you for anything, with your power, are you still afraid of the existence of our younger brothers?"

"What are you thinking?" Sikong Haoxuan, who came quietly, interrupted Canghai's thoughts.

Canghai didn't look back at Sikong Haoxuan, looking at the moon in the distance, and there was some sadness in his tone, "Homesick." ”

Canghai's words also seemed to stir Sikong Haoxuan's heartstrings, and after a moment of silence, Sikong Haoxuan sighed: "It seems that it is really not so lucky to be born in the emperor's family. ”

"Do you think my name is a little strange?" Canghai suddenly said something incoherent.

"Sort of. ”

"My mother is a descendant of the Eastern Tribe, and her greatest wish is to see the ocean that leads to the Eastern Continent, so my name is Canghai. It's a pity that her mother's greatest wish was not fulfilled until she died. ”

Looking at Canghai's black hair, Sikong Haoxuan suddenly felt that maybe the descendants of these eastern tribes really had the closest blood relationship with him, "When I was in the imperial capital, although I didn't go out often, I still heard of His Highness's name. The 'centralization plan' presented to the House of Lords shook the entire imperial capital. ”

Maybe the two have the same thoughts, Canghai didn't feel uncomfortable at all about Sikong Haoxuan's jumping conversation, and said with a wry smile: "It's a pity that as soon as the plan was submitted, it was rejected, and I was even reprimanded by my father." ”

Sikong Haoxuan sat down next to Canghai, "The empire is originally composed of major lords, and the major lords are the major nobles, the core of your submission of the 'centralized power plan' is to eliminate the power of the nobles, didn't you think that your royal family is the biggest noble? Your move is tantamount to completely offending all the nobles in the imperial capital." ”

Canghai's eyes lit up, and then dimmed, "Yes, you're right, I was a little too anxious at that time. But in front of the major nobles, lords, and families, the power of the royal family is too weak, and sooner or later it will be swallowed up by another big noble. ”

Sikong Haoxuan felt a little strange, "You are so attached to the royal family?"

"No, I am attached to this land, my mother told me that this land is sprinkled with the blood of the tribes of the East, and the descendants of the East are entitled to make this land their home, and I hope that I can guard my homeland. ”

Sikong Haoxuan raised his head and looked at the night sky, and was silent for a moment, "Although your plan is correct, it can't be implemented at all in its current form, it's just a castle in the air. If, if you really want to defend this land, then go and master the deterrent force, this is fundamental. ”

Canghai turned his head and stared at Sikong Haoxuan, "Deterrent power?!"

Sikong Haoxuan smiled, "For example, the legendary dragon knights and the major grandmasters. ”

Canghai smiled bitterly, "Are you kidding?Dragon Knight?That's just a legend, how could a dragon be a mount for humans?Grandmaster?They are too egotistical, and they won't be loyal to a certain force forever." ”

Sikong Haoxuan looked at the sometimes smart and sometimes confused prince, shook his head and said, "When there is a common interest, the dragon will become the mount of the human race, and the grandmaster will also pay their loyalty. ”

"What is the common interest?" Canghai was a little puzzled.

"I'm just talking about my opinion, which is not necessarily correct, and I can't talk about a specific plan. If you really want to protect your home, then I recommend someone to you, who will definitely help you make your wishes come true. ”

"Who is it?" Canghai was a little anxious.

Sikong Haoxuan looked at the blue moon hanging in the sky and spit out a person's name, "Sikong Mochen." ”

Canghai couldn't believe what he heard, it seemed that the person in front of him seemed to be so wise, how could he say such stupid words, "Sikong Mochen?!, he seems to be my brother's number one strategist, he will help me?"

Sikong Haoxuan stood up, "With common interests, enemies will also become friends. ”

Looking at Sikong Haoxuan, who was walking towards the camp, Canghai raised his voice, "You, it's not simple. ”

Sikong Haoxuan, who stopped, looked back and smiled, "How simple are you?" Sikong Haoxuan has a good impression of this prince in his heart, not only does he have the blood of the Eastern tribe, but he is also very smart, with his ambition and ruthlessness, "Does the death of the Praetorian Guard matter to you?"

A day later, Canghai traveled to Aquila City alone, and he didn't ask Sikong Haoxuan's origin and name, believing that they would meet again soon.

Although the death camp is still the same, there is a kind of solemn atmosphere in the dullness. The most profound feeling is the Blizzard soldiers two miles away from the death camp, although their eyes are full of disdain for the death camp, but their hearts are full of fear of those outlaws who are **** in winter.

"Beichen, return all the horses to the Blizzard Legion, and take me to thank their battalion commander. Sikong Haoxuan dismounted and walked into the camp.

Beichen heard that Sikong Haoxuan was going to return the horses again, and he was very dissatisfied, "With your father's power, it's not easy to get hundreds of horses in the Blizzard camp next to you, why pay it back, I have to borrow it when I go out for training tomorrow!"

There are no more idlers in the dead camp, everyone has their own tasks. The training of the death camp was carried out in the middle of the night, and the whole camp seemed deserted except for the patrolling soldiers.

The ten-person patrol team stopped and saluted him quietly when Sikong Haoxuan passed by, and Sikong Haoxuan smiled and nodded to them. No one dared to make a loud noise in the camp during the day, because it was a rule set by the battalion commander, and the soldiers resting in the camp should not be disturbed by any meaningless sounds.

Sikong Haoxuan's exclusive tent, no one can come to disturb his quiet without a big event. The corners of the tent were densely packed with insects.

"Okay, Bamer, you really make me lose my appetite like this, don't you know that I'm going to eat? Say, what made you run to the south of Xinjiang for the second time?" Sikong Haoxuan's eyes swept over the pile of insects.

With the wriggling of the insects, a human body was slowly molded, and this process made Sikong Haoxuan frown, "Master, during this time, the Elders' Pavilion has had too frequent contact with Xue'er, and Uman also spread that the atmosphere in the mansion has not been right recently, and the old servant did not dare to make his own decisions, so he came to ask the master's meaning." ”

Sikong Haoxuan sat cross-legged on the white long-haired demonic beast skin, and smiled slightly, "It seems that Xue'er really didn't disappoint me, and the Elder Pavilion still hasn't given up?" Sikong Haoxuan's words became colder and colder, and Bamer, who had a mysterious connection with his soul, didn't dare to raise his head, and stood beside him quietly.

Thinking of his grandfather and mother, Sikong Haoxuan sighed, "Bamo, secretly transfer Xue'er and Uman to Yongcheng, where is the fief of the royal family, and where the Elder Pavilion should not have any power." How is Tal running the Green House?"

"Tal does have a hand in running brothels, he has realized his master's intentions perfectly, and now Qinglou is already the highest standard brothel in the imperial capital, oh no, it seems more appropriate to call him Accord. ”

Seeing that Sikong Haoxuan did not interrupt, Ba Mo continued: "A few days ago, Tal has implemented the rules of membership cards, excluding some nouveau riche and unscrupulous perverted nobles. ”

Sikong Haoxuan nodded, "Go back and tell Tal that the Qinglou is a place for those noble lords to listen to music, chant poetry, splash ink, and talk about love." Those guys who just want to shoot cannons and get into their brains will never let them step into the green building. In these days, everything is elegant. If you want to enter the Qinglou outfit, let those aristocratic outfits also pretend to be a gentleman for me. In Yes, prostitutes must let Tal take care of it, and would rather lack than abuse. ”

Ba Mo listened in a drowsy sound, pondering the meaning of "cannon" in his heart, Sikong Haoxuan glanced at him, "You go back, tell Tal that he will naturally understand." ”

Stationed in the camp of the border guards, Yas looked embarrassed and said to Sikong Wuself: "Young Master, can this be done? Let the legion commander know that you must kill me." ”

Sikong Wuwu snorted coldly, "Yas, I have been suppressing your smuggling of weapons, if this matter is revealed, you are not a capital crime?"

Looking at Yas, whose face was very ugly, Sikong Wuwu patted him on the shoulder, "Yas, now that the third prince has arrived in Southern Xinjiang, his father has handed over the defense of the Sky Eagle to him, and he is in the watch city. If you want to propose to the third prince, and you don't want you to give an order, even if your father is angry afterwards, he will not suspect you. ”

"Okay, I'll try. ”

Sikong sent Yas out of the camp, a trace of madness flashed in his eyes, "Fourth brother, don't blame me, I know that the changes in the death camp are related to you, since you have such ability, then it will definitely be easy to carry out the task of attacking the enemy." ”

Since the beginning of winter, the Sark Legion has finally adapted to the climate of the steppe, and began to brave the bitter cold wind to attack the three places of Watch, Aquila City and Taiken Pass at the same time.

Just as the battle was raging, an order was issued from Aquila City, ordering the Fifth Death Battalion to penetrate behind enemy lines from the edge of the Tayken Mountains to stop the enemy's supply route from the Acropolis to the Third Army Corps at Tayken Pass.

After the order was conveyed to the death camp, the two Blizzard cavalry battalions located two miles away from the death camp approached the death camp for one mile, obviously with the intention of expulsion and surveillance.

Sikong Haoxuan's tent, the dwarf Dekeney scolded: "These damned nobles, this is for us to send to death." ”

Beichen frowned, and the human bone Buddha bead in his hand turned rapidly, showing the irritability in his heart, "Interspersed by the Taiken Mountains? Even if you can intersperse it, how to contain the enemy's supply lines?" The third legion is flanked by the second and fourth legions of Offensive Watch and Sky Eagle. As long as they send a few battalions to flank them, if we don't all throw more than 3,000 people into the territory of the Sarks, will we flee to the hinterland of the Saxon Empire? ”

"Bald donkey, do you think that the First Legion of the Sax after the three legions is an ornament, and will make us flee to the heart of the Saxe?" said Derkney with a look of disdain.

Beichen went on the spot and grabbed Dekeni by the neck, "Damn dwarf, don't call me a bald donkey, or I'll strangle you." ”

"Well, go back to your tent with affection. Sikong Haoxuan, who had been closing his eyes, spoke.

"Amitabha, sin, sin. Beichen instantly stood aside honestly, his eyebrows lowered as if he had attained the Tao.

Dirkney's eyes widened, he couldn't believe that the bald donkey in front of him was so talented in changing his face.

Sikong Haoxuan said to Beichen: "Order, all the soldiers will start in the afternoon, and enter the Taiken Mountains after nightfall. ”

"Battalion commander, are we really going to cross the Tayken Mountains and go deep into the enemy's rear?"

Sikong Haoxuan glared at the dwarf, "Interspersed with the enemy's rear to send him to death?"

"Which ......"

"I only said that I would enter the Tyken Mountains, did I say that I would penetrate into the rear of the enemy?".

Beichen said cautiously: "Battalion commander, they will definitely send someone to monitor, how will we explain it in the future?"

Sikong Haoxuan rubbed his eyebrows, he felt that he had no common language with these elm heads, "Explanation?!" The Taiken Mountains are dense and high, and the people who watched them died in the mountains, and we got lost in the mountains. ”

Beichen and Dekeney were dumbfounded on the spot, muttering in their hearts, "Is this okay?"

The Military Logistics Department of Aquila City, which is rare and generous, has equipped the death camp with the best equipment, and more than 3,000 soldiers are fully equipped with war horses. The unrestrained warriors of the Death Camp, their wildness, surprised Sikong Haoxuan. The whole team quickly crossed the mountain pass line and entered the Taken Mountains, the sun still glowing softly overhead.

The whole procession did not pause, and plunged directly into the outskirts of the Taken Mountains. The snow-covered mountains, as everyone went deeper, the mountains slowly began to rise and fall, and Sikong Haoxuan ordered to camp on the spot.

In the tent, Sikong Haoxuan began to summon Palmer in his soul. Fortunately, Bamo is composed of countless insects, and there is no concept of fatigue at all, otherwise he would have been exhausted from such frequent travel between the imperial capital and southern Xinjiang.

After issuing the summoning order in the soul, Sikong Haoxuan sighed in his heart, "The biggest weakness of the connection with Bamer's soul is that if you exceed a certain distance, you can't deliver complex information, and you can only make a simple summon, is my cultivation not enough?"

Bhammer has obviously mastered the instinct of the insect to travel through space, and the perfect fit with the insect is probably the ability of hundreds of millions of incarnations, which is a legendary ability, will probably be realized in him.

"Master, what do you command. Palmer appeared silently in the tent of the vast sky.

"Xue'er, have they arrived in Yongcheng?"

"Yes, yesterday the old servant sent them. ”

Sikong Haoxuan pondered for a moment, "Bhammer, you go and bring Baron and Blue Miller." ”

After Ba Mo left, Sikong Haoxuan walked out of the camp, the cold wind in the mountains made him shiver, looking at the snow-covered cold pines all over the mountain, the emerald green in the snow made him quietly appreciate it for a long time. The snowflakes in the sky are beautiful again, bringing Sikong Haoxuan out of his own world.

"Nanxing, go and call Gou Youlai. "In the absence of a fight, he followed Nanxing, who was like a piece of wood, and walked towards the camp in the distance.

Looking at Nanxing's back, Sikong Haoxuan sighed slightly, "He's almost ......"

A moment later, a soldier followed Nanxing to Sikong Haoxuan, "Battalion commander, you look for me." ”

Sikong Haoxuan nodded to the seemingly ordinary soldier in front of him, "Gou You, we have a tail behind us, you go and clean it up." ”

"Okay. After Gou You saluted Sikong Haoxuanwei, he walked to the forest behind him.

A few hundred meters away from the death camp, under the cold pine and in the snow, a human voice was heard, "Captain, these damned prisoners actually stopped and set up camp, should we go over and warn them?" ”

The snow under the ground trembled slightly with the voice, "Shut up, go over and warn those prisoners who kill without blinking?

The previous voice was a little aggrieved, "But our team is responsible for monitoring them, if they continue to stay, I'm afraid I won't be able to explain when I go back." ”

"Why did they stay, don't you see the mountains ahead? They must have stopped to set up the horses, and when they entered the mountains, we would go back. ”

"Captain, here, let's go back without permission?"

"Hmph, those damn nobles really think we're idiots? Just a few of us are following them, and sooner or later they will kill us. ”

"Team ......" A few black threads are so eye-catching in the snow, piercing the air from a cold pine with a slight whistling sound, and instantly shooting into the snow underground. Bright reds emerge from the snow, adding color to the white ground.

Gou You jumped down from the cold pine, and a few black threads were retracted by him like living creatures. Walking to the bright snow, his honest face seemed to have a hint of pain, and he bowed to the snow. If his comrades were standing next to him in the death camp, they would have teased, "Okay, don't pretend." ”

Among the few people in the death camp who did not need to use the floating butcher knife with the consent of Sikong Haoxuan, including Gou Yu in front of him. This habitual offender, who was engaged in murder before being imprisoned, looks like an honest farmer on the surface, simple and honest. His weapon was the proud work of the dwarf Dekney, nine filaments refined of black iron, on which more than a thousand Buddhas were carved in miniature.

As soon as it was dark, Bhamer sent the two orcs to the death camp. In the tent, Sikong Haoxuan looked at Baron and Lan Miller, who had not been seen for a long time and had already stepped into the Remnant Sun level, and sighed a little in his heart, "Time flies so fast." ”

Baron and Blue Miller knelt in front of Sikong Haoxuan, "I've seen the young master." ”

Sikong Haoxuan raised his hand to get them up, "Lan Miller, how are you settling in Yongcheng?"

"Young Lord, Tal has bought us a large mansion, and Uman and Wick have protected Cher in the mansion. Tar's thumb is in charge of all things in the Yongcheng Qinglou branch and the house. Lan Miller reported the situation in Yongcheng to Sikong Haoxuan.

"Young master, I see that the elder pavilion in the family is not dead to Xue'er, before we came, the thumb sent a warning, saying that there are some suspicious characters near our house. Blue Miller continued.

Sikong Haoxuan sighed, "The hidden power of the family that has been rooted in the empire for hundreds of years is really terrifying. ”

"Young master, I originally wanted to kill all those suspicious people, but Boss Wu scared me with his little worm, and let it crawl on me every day, saying that I was not allowed to act in vain. Baron looked infinitely aggrieved, almost crying to Sikong Haoxuan, it seemed that he was frightened by the little bugs.

Sikong Haoxuan ignored Baron's cry and kicked him, "Go, you and Blue Miller are familiar in the camp." Then, a thought flashed through my heart, "Well, the foot feeling is still the same." ”

"Bamer, don't go back to the imperial capital, go to Yongcheng and take care of their mansion in Uman. There are really those who can't open their eyes, let them disappear quietly. Sikong Haoxuan was a little worried about Xue'er in Yongcheng, and instructed Bamer.

"Yes, master. ”

It was late at night, and Sikong Haoxuan, who was in Dingzhong, suddenly opened his eyes, and he felt that there were several soul fluctuations that were not weak coming from a few hundred meters away from the camp.

"Is it possible to use a Xiaoyue-level master to monitor the death camp?Is the Heavenly Eagle Military Department too extravagant?" Sikong Haoxuan was a little puzzled in his heart, suddenly, his face changed, and before he could speak, Beichen's eager cry came from outside the tent, "Battalion commander, hurry up, someone is going to carry out a magic attack on us." The person followed the sound, and Beichen rushed into the account.

Sikong Haoxuan walked quickly to the outside of the tent, the black sky was shrouded in dazzling fire clouds, the strong fire element visible to the naked eye was rushing and rolling in the air, the top of the tall cold pine had been ignited, and an inexplicable coercion filled the entire camp.

Sikong Haoxuan looked at the sky and stared, he didn't know much about magic, he didn't know the specific role of magic at this time, and he didn't have time to study it, so he said decisively: "Beichen, you command." ”

The soldiers in the death camp were no longer the disorganized prisoners of the past, and everyone seemed extremely silent in such an environment, and there was no trace of panic in the camp.

"Everyone, evacuate quickly to the north. Beichen's brief voice resounded through the camp.

(To be continued.) )