Chang'an City is close to summer in late spring, the temperature has become hotter, but it is the best season in the northern wilderness, the breeze is coming, blowing the knee-deep grass, like a green ocean, about fifty miles north of the Left Tent Royal Court, close to the green sea of Minshan, but there are many variegated colors.

The charred ground, the severed roots, the broken arrows that sank deep into the ground, and the traces left behind by those formations indicate that a war has just ended here.

This war came to the wasteland with the spring, and ended with the deepening of spring, the Central Plains coalition army was prosperous, and with the guidance and help of the royal cavalry, it launched a series of battles with the desolate tribes who moved south, and the cruel war that lasted for nearly 100 days made many people die on both sides, but the desolate people finally forcibly held the last line of defense, and kept the most important and fattest grassland.

The Xiling Temple issued an edict, and the grain and grass of the countries were continuously transported to the Yan country, and there were strong cultivators to help, but in the end they failed to achieve the strategic goal of driving the desolate people back to the cold region.

The smell of embers floats on this post-war grassland, slightly scorched and slightly smelly, not far from the sloping meadow of Minshan Mountain, there are hundreds of piles of stones, and all kinds of cloth strips are hung on the stone piles, which dance slowly with the spring breeze, and these stone piles are the graves of the steppe cavalry.

The corpses of the desolate warriors were rarely seen on the grasslands, because no matter how fierce the battle was, the desolate people would take their dead companions back to the tribe at any cost.

In the continuous war of nearly 100 days, the Central Plains coalition army did not capture a single deserted man.

The cavalry of the Tang Army, who was riding a war horse to clean the battlefield on the grassland, looked at the stone pile in the distance, thinking about the appearance of the deserted man on the battlefield, and he was vigilant and had a little admiration.

Don't be a prisoner, don't leave a companion, this is also the iron law of the Tang army, the Tang Dynasty soldiers finally understand why the desolate people were called natural warriors thousands of years ago, and why the ancestors would spend so much energy to drive these desolate people out of the wasteland.

They were also the best warriors, and it was not surprising that the Tang Army had admiration for the Desolate tribe, and then they wanted to look for an opportunity to fight the powerful Desolate people head-on.

It is a pity that in this bloody and cruel war, the Northeast Frontier Army of the Tang Dynasty was responsible for escorting the baggage, suppressing the mutiny, maintaining military discipline, and cleaning up the battlefield, but there was no chance to go to the frontal battlefield.

Because this is the meaning of His Majesty the Tang Emperor, and it is also the order of General Xiahou.

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Xia Hou looked at the fertile grassland under his feet, looked at the grass roots that were stepped into the dirt by his boots, and slowly moved the soles of his boots.

Since the beginning of the war, his Iron Cavalry has never encountered a warrior of the Desolate tribe head-on, and he has not even seen a Desolate Man, but he is not as curious and excited as his subordinates to fight each other - because he is a Desolate himself.

Looking at the jet-black blood stains remaining on the grassland, Xia Hou imagined the last battle a few days ago, imagining the picture of those clansmen who had not seen each other for a long time falling under feathered arrows or flying swords, his indifferent cheeks were expressionless, but his eyebrows twitched slightly. Full text without ads

The iron cavalry of the Tang Empire did not board the frontal battlefield, this is His Majesty's will, and it is also his idea. Knowing his origins and still letting him personally command the war, His Majesty agreed with him.

For His Majesty's trust, Xiahou was very grateful.

A clear whistle sounded in the distance, and he looked up expressionlessly, only to see a steppe girl riding a horse and driving hundreds of sheep to graze hundreds of feet below the meadow.

Soon after the end of the war, the people of the steppe began to graze again, and from this point of view, life was always peaceful and simple, and the war was only an interlude in between.

Looking at the grassland girl with a ruddy face and clear eyes, Xia Hou remembered the picture of himself escaping from the mountain gate many years ago and re-meeting his sister in Hebei County.

He then confirmed that his gratitude to the Emperor had nothing to do with the trust and tolerance of the past years, but only that His Majesty had been so kind to his sister.

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Mr. Ke single-handedly destroyed the mountain gate of the Demon Sect, Xiahou went south to the Tang Dynasty, served in the army for decades, and finally became the leading general of the empire, and then he became a distinguished guest of the Xiling Temple, but no one knew that he was the remnant of the Demon Sect and the son of the desolate.

General Xiahou seems to be violent and powerful, but in fact, the big people in the world who know his true identity have been trying to use his past identity to blackmail him and control him, and his true identity is like countless spider silks, tying him, a big insect in armor, in the middle of the web, no matter how he struggles, he can only gradually silence and then gradually suffocate.

His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty knows his origin, and the head of the Xiling Temple knows his origin, these two know like two impregnable stone walls, slowly approaching each other in the past few years, and he struggles to breathe in the stone wall, no matter which way he leans in, it seems to be a dead word.

He once thought about leaning against the stone walls on both sides, loyal to the Tang Dynasty and serving Xiling at the same time, and he did the same in the past few years, but the two loyalists could not get along harmoniously after all, so in the end he could only be loyal to himself, and maintain his strength with violence and coldness, and do not get close to the stone wall.

It's a pity that manpower is sometimes poor, and he is still strong, but he will be old, sick, and weak, and those two stone walls will never become loose and fragile, and he has killed many people, and those people want to kill him.

So Xiahou wanted to make himself strong forever, he went to the north bank of Hulan Sea, wanting to seize the heavenly book, but in the end he lost all hope in front of that scholar.

When he was really desperate, he suddenly gave birth to a new hope, and in front of the mountains and rivers, suddenly there was a bright willow and a bright flower, and the scholar made Xiahou break off the idea of being strong forever and forever, but he found the possibility of returning safely and not asking about the world.

"Summer is coming, and it's coming to an end. ”

Xia Hou looked at the grassland in the spring breeze, thinking about the coming summer, and a very rare gentle expression gradually appeared on his cold and iron-like face.

His sister is the Empress of the Tang Dynasty, and his sister is called Xia.

The gentle spring breeze blew on the gentle face of the general, and there was a very strong smell of blood in the wind, and then there was a sound of weeding.

On the meadow not far behind Xiahou, more than a hundred grassland cavalry and Yan Jun knelt on the ground, and under the light of the snowy sword, their heads were separated from their bodies, and blood poured into the sea of grass.

These steppe cavalry and Yan soldiers were arrested for rebellion and discipline violations, and they were not tried, but they were all killed because of General Xiahou's words.

On the battlefield, the Tang Northeast Frontier Army was responsible for maintaining military discipline and suppressing rebellions, but today's execution was unjustified, which was a serious violation of the rules of the temple and the laws of the Tang Dynasty.

But Tang Lu can't control the generals.

Therefore, killing people is like grass, and Xiahou's face does not change color.

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An officer rode a war horse and galloped from the direction of the barracks.

Xia Hou took the letter handed by the officer.

Although he has been stationed in Tuyang City all the year round, he is far away in the wasteland at this time, after all, he is the general of the Imperial Town Army, and he has a lot of eyeliner in Chang'an City and in the imperial court.

He and Xu Shi, the general of Zhenguo, don't have much personal friendship, but they respect each other, so some things in the military department tend to pass through those eyeliners and go directly to the barracks.

This letter is about the recent events in the city of Chang'an.

Xia Hou knew about the two conversations between Xu Shi and Ning Que, and also knew about the deaths of Chengmen Lang Huang Xing and Yu Shuizhu on Rain Street, so he looked at the letter and was silent for a long time.

Last year, in Tuyang City, he had already reached an agreement with the academy, so he was not very willing to pay attention to the entry of the academy into the WTO, and he would not be as vigilant and uneasy as Xu Shi.

However, the deaths of Huang Xing and Yu Shuizhu made him vigilant.

Huang Xing and Yu Shui are the people of His Royal Highness the Prince, and they are also his people.

And they were all people who were involved in that event.

Xia Hou didn't understand why Ning Que wanted to target him.

first killed Lin Ling in the wasteland, then killed Gu Xi in Tuyang City, and now killed Huang Xing and Yu Shuizhu, all the people close to him died under this person's knife one by one.

The imperial court and the academy have agreed to return to old age, and it seems that this person has some different opinions.

"Is there really a fish that slipped through the net?"

Xia Hou frowned slightly, pondered for a moment and shook his head, he knew very well that Lin Guangyuan's son was dead, because the body of the white and pure little boy back then was personally examined by him.

Then he remembered a certain statement in Chang'an City.

Academy Ning Que and Her Royal Highness the Princess Li Yu have a close relationship.

Is it for the dragon chair?

Xia Hou's expression became more and more indifferent, he had already decided to return to old age, but if someone tried to hurt his sister, hurt his nephew, and wanted to snatch the throne that belonged to his nephew, then he would kill the other party at any cost.

Executions continue.

The heads of the soldiers who violated discipline were cut off from the grassland, and the sound of rubbing was endless.

In the smell of blood, Xiahou thought about Chang'an, and the killing intent gradually rose.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the blue and cloudless grassland sky.

That person jumped down from the air, roaring through the wind, with an incomparably domineering killing intent, and rushed straight towards Xiahou.

Xiahou looked up.

In addition to the figure, there was blazing sunlight in the air.

So he squinted.

He was already familiar with this scene.

On the north shore of the Hulan Sea, he saw it.

He has also seen it several times these days.

So he didn't panic, his expression was still calm and indifferent.

An extremely awe-inspiring aura erupted from his body.

Leather boots plunged deep into the soft meadow mud.

In the next moment, the soft earth instantly became extremely hard.

Centered on the sole of the boot, countless cobweb-like traces appeared in the grassland.

Xiahou stood in the middle of the grassland that was cracked like a spider's web.

With the tremendous force of the shock under his feet, he flew into the air.

The battle suit is vibrating, as fast as a bird, and as brilliant as a god.

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The Demon Sect walked in the world, and Tang jumped down from the air.

Xiahou, the previous powerhouse of the Demon Sect, flew into the air.

The two men met over the prairie.

Once we meet, it is a bolt from the blue.

In the clear sky, a muffled thunder suddenly sounded.

A strong shock wave began to spread from the air in all directions.

The flock of sheep grazing in the distance was frightened and faked their deaths and fell to the ground.

The shepherd steppe girl was frightened and fell off her horse.

The Tang Army soldiers, who were enforcing military law, covered their ears and fell to their knees in pain.

The wind is blowing strongly, the sea of grass is lurking, and the broken grass is flying.