The storm has been going on all day, and the night has been three watches, and there seems to be no sign of stopping.

The two big camphor trees in front of the Generalissimo's Mansion on Xicheng Street in Tiandu City, the "Southern Cloud Country", were swaying in the wind and rain, and the leaves blown off by the wind were scattered in front of the Marshal's Mansion. The two guards at the door stared around with blazing eyes, as if they were afraid that something unusual would happen.

A slight sound of clothes fluttering in the wind came from far and near, and a black shadow fell on the roof of the east wing of the marshal's mansion like lightning. The black shadow was dressed in black, his face was also covered with a black cloth, and he couldn't see his appearance at all, and his two sharp eyes like eagles stared at the long alley leading to the marshal's mansion, as if waiting for something.

After a cup of hot tea, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves in the dark alley, and in an instant, the sound of horses' hooves had reached not far in front of the marshal's mansion, and I saw a white horse with blood stains all over its body coming towards it, and on the horse's back lay a guard who seemed to be injured in the left shoulder, and the blood had soaked half of his shoulder.

"Who?"

Two guards drew their swords at the same time, and one of them shouted.

The wounded guard stood up with difficulty, and looked at the two of them with gloomy eyes: "Hurry, hurry, battle report ahead, eight hundred miles...... Hurry up and ......"

As soon as the guard finished speaking, he suddenly fell under the horse, and fell to the ground unconscious.

The two guards looked at each other in surprise, and one of the thin guards immediately answered: "I'll report to the marshal."

The other guard nodded, and sped towards the fallen guard.

The tall black shadow in the east wing stared motionlessly at what was happening on the ground, and other than that, nothing else moved.

A moment later, four family members ran out, and several of them hurriedly lifted the fallen guards, and ran in like another gust of wind.

The dark shadow on the study stood up quietly, and with a slight leap to the roof of the study of the Marshal's Mansion. The tall black shadow looked around, and when he was sure that there was no one, he gently uncovered a tile, and through the gap in the roof, he could see a slender and burly middle-aged man pacing back and forth in the study.

At that moment, the door to the study opened.

"Grandpa"

An old man in his late teens pushed the door open. This person is the steward of the Marshal's Mansion, who has been in charge of the Marshal's Mansion for thirty years, and served the Generalissimo Qianzhenting's family in the Mansion when he was young.

"What about people?"

The burly middle-aged man asked in a neutral voice. It was the generalissimo of the "Nanyun Kingdom" who spoke, Qian Zhenting. In the spring and autumn of ten years, Qian Zhenting led the "Tianhu Army" under his command to fight in the south and the north, blocking the east and killing in the west, leaving more than 20 knife wounds on his body, and making great achievements for the "Nanyun Kingdom". Three years ago, the old enemy "Northern Zhao State" and the "Linyue Kingdom" invaded the border fortress on a large scale, and attacked the emperor of the "Nanyun Kingdom" Fei Yingcheng, who was worshipping his ancestors in Dahua Mountain. After hearing the news, Qianzhenting took 500 elite stars in the "Tianhu Army" to rush to the aid of Dahua Mountain, and the four major sects of Kongtong, Wudang, Tianshan, and Praying Mantis, who had a close friendship with Qianzhenting, also sent their disciples to draw swords to help rescue Fei Yingcheng. In that battle, the two sides fought for two days and one night, and in the end, the five thousand soldiers and horses of the "Northern Zhao Kingdom" and "Linyue Kingdom" were all killed, and the elite under the command of Qianzhen Court was also lost, and he suffered ten knife wounds all over his body. Fei Yingcheng, who escaped death, was moved to tears like rain, and gave Qianzhen Tingdan an book and iron scroll on the spot, no matter what kind of mistakes Qianfu made in the future, he could avoid dying once. Qianzhen Court is even more famous because of this battle, whether it is the imperial court, the rivers and lakes or the people, they all have a very high reputation.

As soon as Qian Zhenting's words fell, four family members walked in briskly carrying the injured guards. The four of them were followed by Qianzhenting's personal guards, and the imperial court was guarding Lu Qingping with a knife.

"How? Can you speak? ”

Qian Zhenting stepped forward quickly and helped the injured guard up.

After this toss, the wounded guard was already sober, and said weakly: "Marshal, I am the messenger under the hussar general Wei Yinhui, and it was he who sent me to deliver the eight-hundred-li urgent paperwork. ”

"What?"

Qian Zhenting changed color when he heard this, and immediately took the letter handed by the messenger.

The letter was written in scribbled handwriting, and it was evident that it had been written in a hurry. Although the handwriting was very untidy, Qian Zhenting could still see that it was the handwritten letter of his general, the hussar general Wei Yinhui. The gist of the letter was to the effect that the Northern Zhao raided, and two fortresses on the border were lost one after another, Wei Yinhui was seriously injured, and the border pass was critical.

Qian Zhenting was so shocked that he took a few steps back, he couldn't have imagined that he had just returned to the capital from Jinglian Town to visit his mother for five days, and the Northern Zhao Kingdom had launched a surprise attack, and the speed was so fast, he could take two heavily defended important places in just a few days. Did they know in advance that they were back? Could it be that these raiding Northern Zhao soldiers are heavenly soldiers and generals, otherwise how could they have such strong combat effectiveness? What the hell is going on?

Qian Zhenting looked at the messenger suspiciously, but found that his face suddenly turned as white as a blank piece of paper, and his whole body kept trembling.

"Hold on"

The guard Lu Qingping also noticed the messenger's abnormality, one right palm was attached to the opponent's vest, and a white smoke rose between the palms. Obviously, Lu Qingping was using his internal force to give the messenger a quick healer.

Qian Zhenting waved his hand at the housekeeper: "Quickly carry it to find Lang Zhong, don't make a big noise." ”

"Yes, Grandpa"

The old butler nodded, and hurried out with the messenger with his servants.

Qian Zhenting bowed his head and was silent, this news came too suddenly, it stands to reason that Beizhao launched a war, and it is impossible for thousands of troops and horses to mobilize without leaking the news, why did he not get the news until now? Where did all the spies along the way go? The letter was indeed written by Wei Yinhui, what went wrong?

At this moment, a slight sound of birds' wings fluttering sounded outside the window, and a small black shadow stopped on the window.

Lu Qingping immediately pushed open the door and walked out, and a moment later, he walked in with a carrier pigeon in his hand.

It's a pigeon story.

Qian Zhenting was shocked, and quickly took the flying pigeon and pulled out a piece of letterhead from the bottom of his feet. Looking at the words on the letter, Qian Zhenting was not only so shocked that he took a few steps back.

Lu Qingping saw that the situation was very serious, and was about to ask, but he saw Qian Zhenting hurriedly walking towards the door, and Lu Qingping hurriedly followed behind.

At the sight of hot tea, a four-wheeled carriage and ten fast horses had stopped outside the marshal's mansion. Qian Zhenting and several lieutenants got into the carriage, and Lu Qingping followed behind the carriage with ten guards wearing canopies and robes.

"Dad, be careful all the way"

Qian Zhenting's eldest son Qian Haiping, Mrs. Qian's Ren Haiyu and third sister Qian Yingying all stood at the gate to watch Qian Zhenting leave, and Qian Yingying couldn't help but ask.

"Let's all go in!"

Qian Zhenting's voice came from inside the car, and as soon as the voice fell, the coachman's whip was drawn on the back of a red horse, and in an instant, several horses were neighing and galloping away in the rain at the same time. In the blink of an eye, the group disappeared into the vast rain and mist.

Mrs. Qian glanced at her daughter, her face full of worry: "Yingying, your father left suddenly tonight, and I suddenly had an ominous premonition. ”

Qian Yingying smiled and held her mother's left arm: "Mother is too worried, my father has returned safely from his decades of horse career, we don't have to worry." ”

After Qian Yingying finished speaking, she helped her mother into the house. Everyone entered the house one after another, the gate was closed again, and the two guards were still looking around with spirit.

The tall man in black in the study moved, and I saw that his sleeves waved twice, and twenty men in black broke through the air and landed beside the man in black in unison. Many people fell at the same time without the slightest sound, showing that this group of people was not weak.

The tall man in black nodded at one person beside him, and immediately two men in black flew towards the two guards at the door, and the others followed the man in black and flew into the courtyard.

"Who", "There are assassins"

As soon as the voices of the two guards at the door fell, they each fell to the ground in a pool of blood.

The screams reached the courtyard, and there was a sudden movement around. Ten guards and a dozen family members immediately rushed towards the gate, and dozens of torches illuminated the marshal's mansion. A carrier pigeon happened to fly out of the room of the eldest prince Qian Haiping at the same time, and broke through the air in the blink of an eye.

A horrific slaughter began.

Twenty black-clothed men cut down the surrounding family members and guards like chopping wood and vegetables, and in an instant, the Marshal's Mansion was full of blood, and the screams, the cries and screams of the maids converged into one, and the entire Marshal's Mansion was like a hell on earth.

Mrs. Qian, her daughter, and son were stunned by the scene in front of them, and after a long time, Mrs. Qian finally let out a heart-rending cry: "Stop, stop, who are you?" What kind of enmity do you have with my thousand families, to kill like this? ”

The black-clothed man at the head snorted coldly, and three silver needles in his sleeves shot out, hitting the chests of the three of them, and the three of Mrs. Qian, mother and son fell to the ground without saying a word, and their faces instantly turned black and purple.

"Leave no one behind"

The tall man in black's voice was as cold as from hell, and he leaped away into the vast rain and mist.

The killing continued, and in an instant, the corpses of the entire Marshal's Mansion fell in the heavy rain.

Twenty men in black flew up to the eaves and disappeared without a trace a moment later.

The bamboo grove outside the gate was blown by the strong wind and made a sound of "sand, sand", and it was like a whimper.