In the Jizhou Governor's Mansion, Su Xiqing sat on the seat that originally belonged to Liu Yanran, closing his eyes and recuperating.

He hadn't slept well in ten days.

As a mature warrior, he knows the importance of rest, and if he doesn't eat and sleep well, no matter how strong he is, he will definitely lose his combat power - but there is nothing he can do, the murderer who killed his brother is too hateful.

When the soldiers are eating, the murderer will come and sneak attack, when the soldiers drink water, the murderer will come and raid, and when the soldiers are sleeping, or even when they and pee, the murderer will still come and sneak attack.

Although Su Xiqing reacted extremely quickly every time, the murderer would be forced to retreat if he couldn't kill a few people, but even if the murderer ran away, it was impossible for the dead to come back to life.

"He's weakening my physical strength, he's torturing my spirit."

Su Xiqing was clearly aware of this.

Like cunning coyotes, they never fight other beasts head-on, but will follow their prey all the way, jumping up and taking a bite from time to time, until the prey has lost too much blood and is exhausted.

As a grassland man, Su Xiqing has killed no less than 100 coyotes casually, but he never thought that he would be treated like this one day.

The trapped beast was still fighting, he even thought about fighting hard, he remembered where the murderer came from, he must have slaughtered this beast.

But when he finally raised his spirits and led the team to raid Yangjiabao, the village built around Wubao was already empty.

The enemy had already predicted his actions, and did not leave him a chance to catch a turtle in an urn at all.

"Cunning Southerner......"

After sighing, Su Xiqing could only lead the team back to Jizhen.

He hadn't even been able to scavenge anything useful, and his enemies had left him with nothing.

Strong walls and clear wilderness, a tactic commonly used by the southerners. This is indeed a very useful method for the steppe people who feed their wars on war - but if the enemy can use it, he can use it on his side. So following the enemy's train of thought, Su Xiqing simply prepared to come to a fortified wall to clear the wilderness and kill all the southerners in Jizhou to strengthen his strength.

However, the scouts he sent out to search for them failed to bring back any useful information.

All they had brought back was the corpses of their companions, which bore the marks of flames.

Obviously, this is the real strong wall Qingye, after both sides know that each other can become stronger by killing, it becomes necessary to clear the field in advance - and now, he can't kill a single southerner on his side, but the opposite side can continue to grow in strength by hunting and killing rangers.

Even, what can be hunted by that enemy is the army of the Qingyang Division.

The Qingyang Department will add to the chaos, Su Xiqing once thought about it, but those old things in the Qingyang Department must still have hard goods hidden in their hands, and Su Xiqing can also guess - at the moment, he is standing still, squatting in Jizhen and holding on, and he has a little bit of the intention of wanting the enemy to touch the Qingyang Department.

If the Qingyang Department wins, he naturally has one less confidant, and if the Qingyang Department loses, he can also know the reality of those leaders.

Who knows, those leaders are ridiculously empty.

Ten days ago, the Qingyang Department had already killed twelve wizards in a row, and after that, the Qingyang army suffered countless attacks - the entire army was pressed to the ground by a mere person, and it was the first time that Su Xiqing had seen it, but this kind of bullshit had lasted for ten days.

But it was this weak Qingyang Department, which was already like a local chicken and a dog in his eyes, that he still dared to dictate to him.

"Big brother, I think it's better to withdraw."

By Su Xiqing's side, the nine-foot-tall Mu Ershu spoke.

"Now that the battle is like this, we are passive when we stay in Jizhen, but we are withdrawn to the Qingyang Department and merged with the army, and we are more ......."

"It's different."

Su Xiqing just shook his head.

Indeed, theoretically speaking, it is better to withdraw to the army now, and his side and the Qingyang army, the two sides are working together, so that they can be more comfortable when dealing with that enemy.

But there are some things that are not just theoretical.

The leaders of the Qingyang Department have long looked at themselves unpleasantly, and Su Xiqing can feel this even if he is blind. And in this situation, as long as he dares to withdraw, those old things will definitely take him down and take away his military power.

Indeed, changing generals on the verge of change is also not a rational decision, but does he want to use his net worth and life to bet on whether those old things who are dying can maintain their sanity?

He can't believe in the horned arc of Helai, he can't believe in the lonely cow of the deer, and he can't believe the leaders of the Qingyang tribe.

It's like the leaders can't trust him.

"What's more, those twelve wizards themselves are prepared for me......"

Su Xixuan pulled out an ugly smile.

It's just that to deal with Liu Yanran, the commander of Jizhou, there are a few too many wizards. As for the rest of them, they were obviously prepared for him - as for whether they were going to beat and knock or kill them, it only depended on the mood of those leaders at the time.

Maybe as long as he relents, as long as he begs for mercy, those leaders will spare his life and leave him as the guard dog of the Qingyang Department.

However, he didn't want to be a dog.

Cyan is the color of the sky, which was told to him by his father before he died.

"O ...... Sky"

Su Xiqing opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling, as if he had passed through the roof and saw the cyan sky.

Under the melodious sky, the trumpets sounded, and he and his brothers galloped on horseback on the grassland, and in the distance were their parents waiting for them to return home.

“…… The sound of a trumpet? ”

Su Xiqing came back to his senses suddenly.

"Where's the sound of the trumpet? Who blew it? ”

"Big brother, we don't need that kind of thing...... Wait, I heard that too! ”

Mu Ershu on the side was just about to say something, but there was also the distant sound of a horn in his ears.

The melodious sound of the horn brought the wind on the prairie, and the passionate and cheerful drum beat was the melody of home.

So in order to go home, you have to kill.

"Big brother...... There are quirky ......"

The nine-foot-tall Muershu clenched his fists, trying to keep his consciousness awake.

"The power of blood can't be suppressed! I want to kill now! That's the wizard's horn and drumbeat! ”

“…… Could it be that the Qingyang Ministry really wants me to die like that? ”

After stunting Mu Ershu in a circle, Su Xiqing gritted his teeth, stood up directly, pushed the door and went up to the city tower.

Above the city tower, Su Xiqing finally saw the figure beating the war drum.

The eyes are facing each other.

Even if they were so far away, Su Xiqing had already seen the bitter killing intent.

"How could he manipulate the wizard's war drums!"

Looking at the familiar figure in the distance, looking at the bold fanatic who killed his own brother, and looking at the mortal enemy who made him fall here, Su Xiqing's eyes instantly turned red.

"Who! Who leaked it! Is it the Qingyang Division? Is it a Horay Arc! ”

But at this moment, no matter how much Su Xiqing guesses, it is already too late.

The figure beating the war drum had already picked up the broadsword and rushed on horseback.