Therefore, Bejia did not act drastically during this time, but Feishu scolded Panlong City, and ordered Baling to help Xianyou, and dispatched a few demon generals nearby.

Maybe it's because it has the confidence, thinking that if the soft doesn't work, the hard one will come, which is nothing more than a few more months of delay.

The cost of a trial and error is just that, it's affordable.

But the upper echelons of Panlong City knew very well that Bega's gentleness and hesitation would not last long. If Panlong City simply refuses at the beginning, Bega will scold it for not knowing how to lift;

Once it saw through Panlong City's true intentions and determined that it had been deceived, it was not just annoyed and angry!

Because that shows that Zhong Shengguang has made up his mind from the beginning and resisted to the end, and the current series of actions are just confusion and delay.

Such people can only be beheaded, not subdued.

When Vega realizes this, the storm will actually come.

He Lingchuan knew that it would be in the near future.

On the day when the news of General Hong's capture of Tancheng, an important town in Xianyou, came back, a sudden rainstorm fell in the clear sky, and the clouds were treacherous on the zenith, as if there were countless ghosts hiding in it and making waves.

The Chipa Plateau was close to the sky, and the thick black clouds were about to press on the top of Panlong City in the next second.

He Lingchuan stood at the head of the city and looked at the east, and sighed deeply:

Happy times are always short-lived. After enjoying a good life for two years, Panlong City will soon face a strong enemy again.

In the real history, Panlong City failed to hold the Maohe Plain, and there was no great development now.

He originally thought that the fate of Panlong City might change because of this.

Now it seems that this idea is naïve.

Bega's acceptance of Siro as a subordinate and an ultimatum to Zhong Shengguang were all things that had never happened in real history.

In other words, the historical Panlong City disappeared without surviving its first few moves.

There are still a lot of ways for Bega, and they didn't use it last time.

Now, Zhong Shengguang, General Hong, and He Lingchuan all have the opportunity to learn.

At this time, it was the nineteenth year of the Panlong calendar, and there were still thirteen years before the fall of Panlong City in history.

An ominous thought surged in He Lingchuan's heart:

Could it be that because of his own intrusion and interference, the historical process of Panlong City has been greatly advanced?

For example, Bega personally dealt with Panlong City, and this war should only happen ten years later.

But in today's Panlong world, isn't it what is coming now?

The historical facts of Panlong City that he knew seemed to have been changed.

It's messed up, everything is messed up.

("The Plains of Glitter - The Stolen Light", ends here)

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After the rain, the sky is clear.

The blades of grass were still stained with water, and the tri-monthly gathering was held in Yongwang Town as scheduled.

The residents of ten miles and eight towns have come to catch the market, the open space in front of the earth temple was still deserted yesterday, and today it is paved with a forest, all kinds of daily handicrafts, rice, flour, grain and oil, bacon and sausage, dried fish and vegetables, fur and cloth...... Although the goods are simple, the main one is dazzling.

Children play around the candy stalls, and young girls play with their flowers.

No matter how hard life is, there will always be a moment to forget your worries.

There was a procession approaching slowly, five or six men driving thirty or so horses.

In fact, they didn't need to hurry, the horses spontaneously followed the people in front.

But when the people in the bazaar saw them, their faces sank; It used to be bustling, but now it's quiet.

Someone muttered, "Why are they here?" ”

Without squinting, the team went around the outside to the other end of the market, found a place to settle down, and put up a sign—

They are selling horses.

Not far away, a ball flew and rolled to the feet of one of the teenagers in the team.

He looked down and picked up the ball, and saw a five or six-year-old boy standing not far away, his face as red as an apple, smiling and waving at him.

"My, my! Brother Xun, my ball! ”

How long had it been since he had seen such a friendly foreigner?

He knew the boy when he went back to the market. Ah Xun smiled, walked over and squatted down, handed him the ball, and was about to say a few more words to him, but the boy's mother ran over from behind and dragged her son away:

"Ignore him! Who can't you play with, what are you looking for them for? ”

She also glared at Ah Xun fiercely and warned him: "Stay away from my son!" Traitor! ”

The smile on Ah Xun's face turned into a wry smile, and she saw that the woman spat on the ground, and quickly grabbed her son and walked away.

He stood up alone, and there was no one around him.

They were not welcome in this place, but Ah Xun was used to it, and the horses they brought from Akaya were also first-class horses, thick and strong, with large heads and deep bodies, and well-developed tendons, which were very suitable for galloping and killing. So it was cold here for a while, and there were still people who came up to negotiate and buy horses.

After this little episode, the market was lively and orderly again.

The out-of-town visitors who entered the set for the first time asked the locals at this time:

"Who are those?"

"Yingren." The stall owner rolled his eyes and gave the same answer as the woman: "Hmph, traitor." ”

The out-of-towners were even more curious: "Tell me?" ”

"Do you know about the Battle of Lutai Mountain six years ago?"

"Well, I think I've heard a little bit of it."

"Our nine nations and tribes have united to fight against the country, and the fight is extremely difficult. The battle of Lutai Mountain originally had the advantage, and our patriarch said that as long as Lutai Mountain was defeated, the country would be over! However, the Ying tribe and the Luodian Kingdom suddenly defected, and the whole army was in chaos, and the Yao Kingdom took the opportunity to counterattack. The stall owner said hatefully, "Such an important battle, lost!" ”

This time the joint offensive ended in failure.

"The country won the battle with one enemy and nine enemies, which was proud and proud; Our life has become more and more difficult over the years. "Can the defeated side still make a good profit?" If it weren't for these two traitors who rebelled against the water, we would have overthrown the kingdom, so why would this be? ”

"I see!" The out-of-towners also snorted. Internal traitors are hated more than external enemies, and it is no wonder that the local residents hate Ying people so much. "They took refuge in the country, and their lives should be beautiful."

Otherwise, what is Yingren's picture?

"They're not good!" The stall owner laughed happily, "The country has returned the territory it occupied before, but, hahaha, the mines there have been dug up by the country, and what the Ying people have taken back are just a few useless barren mountains!" Four years ago, they encountered a horse plague rampant again, and many horses died! ”

The laughter carried to Ah Xun with the wind, and he lowered his head.

Six years ago, his father, who was the patriarch, agreed to the conditions of the country and betrayed the coalition army, and he and his second uncle tried their best to dissuade him, but his father refused to listen at all.

Someone poked him in the shoulder and whispered, "Ignore them." ”

Ah Xun turned his head and saw that it was the little childhood plum Mengmeng who grew up with him.

"How can outsiders know our difficulties, how can they know the difficulties of the patriarchs?"