These words were written with gold dust. If you look closely, the background pattern implies the words 'David Changlong'. ”

Yan Saburo looked at it carefully and shook his head: "I didn't see it." ”

He Xiaoyuan didn't say a word, took the token and dipped it in the ink, and covered it directly on the paper.

The paper was suddenly left with a bright rubbing.

"There you go. Yan Saburo saw it clearly, there were indeed these four words.

David Changlong? His heart moved, as if he was a little familiar, where had he seen it?

"Saving gold dust is only the first level. After He Xiaoyuan did it, he couldn't help but feel a little complacent, "If you can't get a dog to verify, you can tell the authenticity by stamping it directly." The existence of this pattern is very few people in the know, and I call it a 'watermark'. ”

Yan Saburo took it in his hand and checked it over and over again. In fact, judging from his gaze, and even from Chitose's gaze, the handiwork of this token is really superior, and it is smooth and edgeless in his hand, and even Chitose, who has always been picky, can hardly find fault.

And both of these brands look a little old, as if they have been moistened by sweat and dust. Obviously, this is He Xiaokite's thoughtfulness and special "old".

Yan Saburo took it in his hand and suddenly asked her, "What are you going to do in the future?"

"I'm going to Shengyi too. He Xiaoyuan showed off his third weapon token and shook it at them, "Thanks to your gold dust." ”

Since the brand is done, Qu Yunhe is in a hurry to get on the road. He Xiaokite went out of the mountain with them.

The reason why she went to Shengyi, Yan Saburo couldn't ask it, and the white cat lay in the bookcase and lazily speculated: "Eighty percent is seeing people's injuries, and I don't want to stay here to fight against Han Zhao." ”

Yan Saburo ignored it and was not interested. The task of the wooden bell has been completed, then none of these people have anything to do with him.

The road in and out of the mountains was dangerous and steep, and there were only two ways for the horses to walk. He Xiaoyuan volunteered to lead the way, and when Yan Saburo heard the sound of drums and shouts of killing coming from the other side of the hillside, he knew that she had another purpose in choosing this road.

They walked halfway up the mountainside, and the open valley to the south was the battlefield.

Here, at least 50,000 or 60,000 people are fighting each other. Yan Saburo's eyesight was very good, and he saw the banner of the word "Han" at a glance: "The Marquis of Zhenbei is at war with Youren again?"

"Hmm. "He Xiaoyuan obviously got the news a long time ago," in the second half of yesterday night, he launched a surprise attack. "This battle has been going on for several hours. "Han Zhao's opponent is our two great generals, Xie and Liu, and they join forces. ”

Sure enough, she was in a mountain village, but she still kept in touch with the outside world. Yan Saburo immediately remembered that a few men had quietly entered the village last night, thinking that it was to deliver information.

Qu Yunhe also led troops to fight, and after watching it for a while, he said: "Eighty percent of this battle can be won by guards." ”

He Xiaoyuan bit her lip: "How do you know?" In fact, she also saw that her army was retreating one after another, and it was about to withdraw from the valley.

Qu Yunhe commented: "The two sides fought bravely, but the guards advanced and retreated in an orderly manner and dispatched freely, showing that the main general still has spare strength." You see that on the other side of the ravine, the place is narrow, but the guards are still in good order and there is no panic. ”

There are too many distractions on the battlefield, and it is not easy for an order to be spread throughout the army, it all depends on word of mouth, and I don't know how many misheards and misjudgments there are in the middle. The guards led by Han Zhao fought without chaos, advancing and retreating like a stream, and fighting in this terrain must have the upper hand.

"Besides—" Qu Yunhe narrowed his eyes, "How can there be so many aliens in the guard?"

It was too far away to see people's faces clearly, but Yan Saburo could also see all kinds of neon flying on the field from time to time, indicating that someone had sacrificed magic weapons and magical powers.

The question is, isn't this a bit frequent?

"An army of 30,000 people, twenty or thirty strangers is a great thing. Qu Yunhe said, "There are at least hundreds of them." ”

He Xiaoyuan said with a straight face: "Do you know that the victorious king of the Liang Kingdom in the north was defeated?"

Yan Saburo glanced at the white cat: "I know." ”

"I heard that the victorious king's soldiers were defeated and died, and a large number of his troops fled south, and some of them were under Han Zhao's command. He Xiaoyuan pointed down, "Han Zhao is now strong and strong, and there are many capable people under his hands. ”

That's why she wanted to borrow her father-in-law Tai to force Han Zhao to retreat for twenty miles. The Servants fought him head-on, and even if they could hold their ground, they would suffer heavy losses.

It wasn't until she witnessed the battle that she knew she was too optimistic about the situation. Han Zhao is too powerful, this mountain is about to be lost!

Yan Saburo muttered, "It turns out that it is related to the King of Victory. ”

Lian Rongsheng said in class that the general trend of the world is like a spider web, which affects the whole body. Now it seems that what the Master said is true. The country of Liang was far enough away from here, and the civil strife in Liang had nothing to do with it, but the defeat of the victorious king made his original talents flee here and fill Han Zhao's team.

Rebellion is a capital offense in any country. These men followed the victorious king, and they did not know how many lives were in their hands. Now that the old master is dead, they don't dare to take refuge in Liang Ting, for fear of being settled by the Autumn Queen, so they have to find another way out.

The north road and the east side were blocked, and they had to go south.

He was still puzzled: "If you want to take refuge, why don't these people turn to King Wei?" Han Zhao, even though he has the reputation of a military god, is only a minister.

Qu Yunhe shook his head: "There are people who want to come, but if you go to the royal court, you can only listen to the distribution, and I don't know which crappy general will be assigned to, or it is easier to earn war merits by directly finding Han Zhao." ”

"More than that. The corners of He Xiaoyi's mouth hooked up a sneer, "King Wei's prestige is too poor, I heard that his throne is not justified." Even now, there are still voices among the people to remove the monarch. ”

The white cat suddenly became interested, and the little pointed ears were raised: "What's the matter, ask her quickly." The latter sentence is naturally urging Yan Saburo.

He had to ask a word for word.

He Xiaoyuan pursed his lips: "I heard that Lao Wei Wang originally liked the youngest son and wanted to refer to him as the prince, but the eldest son was not convinced. Two years ago, when Lao Wei Wang and his youngest son went hunting in the northeast, they suddenly encountered a mountain collapse, and both father and son died. The eldest son was crowned king as a matter of course, and in accordance with the wishes of the old Wei king, he conquered the country. ”

"It's said to be 'old', but the last King Wei was only forty-seven years old when he passed away, and he was strong and strong, who can believe that he died by accident?" He Xiaoyuan said sarcastically, "There are still rumors among the people that the little prince is still alive." I heard that there are still people in Wei Guo who search for the whereabouts of the little prince all day long, trying to find him and rebel against Wei Wang. ”

Qu Yunhe suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed: "The people have retreated." ”

A few people looked closely, and sure enough, they could see that they were retreating. At this time, Han Zhao's army had already forced the enemy to the mouth of the valley, and the people knew that the general situation had gone, and they had no power to return to the sky.

The people watching the battle were silent and the atmosphere was solemn.

After a while, He Xiaoyuan said in a low voice: "Let's go." Even if she saw her blood boiling, she clearly remembered that her people couldn't change the outcome of the battle, and it was useless to participate in the war.

Besides, she still has her own tasks to complete.

Watching such a huge war, her eyes roamed the field, looking for Han Zhao's figure.

Of course, she couldn't find it.

There are only reckless crowds and steel armor torrents below.

When she saw Han Zhao the night before, the resentment that she had been holding back for ten years suddenly broke out, and even she couldn't control herself, and she scolded him vigorously, but after that, all she had left in her heart was melancholy and sadness, and maybe there were other emotions that encouraged her to go around to the top of the battlefield and look at him again.

It's okay if you can't see it. From now on, each his own master.

The mountain wind was a little strong, He Xiaoyuan reached out and rubbed his eyes, turned around and walked forward first.

(This is the end of the first volume of "The Transformation Bureau", and from the next chapter, it enters the middle volume of "The Transformation Bureau".) 》