A group of city guards who had completed the handover returned to the south of the city from the west of the city.

The city guards did not immediately return to their garrison, but sat down in a sheltered place at the entrance of an alley.

A fire was lit.

Some cold buns, dry cakes and other foods were placed by the fire and grilled.

The wilted blades of grass on the ground around him were covered with fine dew, and a few cold stars hung in the black-blue sky.

This scene is easy to give people the illusion of desolation and bleakness, especially the border troops who marched and fought, and roamed the border of Qin many years ago and shed their blood. I used to have experienced a life-and-death battle, and then I was tired and sleepy, but I had to constantly watch out for the enemy troops who might sneak attack, so I only had some warm food and chat before falling asleep at dawn to comfort.

Many habits are difficult to change, and conservative habits are easy to make these veterans feel stable and feel that another day has passed safely.

There was some dry wood and an old stake thrown next to the fire, and a man with gray temples sat down and leaned against an old stake.

"Old Han, why are you here too?" Another city guard who was squatting by the fire added two more sticks of firewood and looked up at the man who had just sat down. The man called Lao Han was the leader of their team, and there were not many people in charge, that is, their team of ten people. Recently, because there has been a commotion on the cloth market, the intensity of patrols has also increased a lot, and the city guards have transferred him over, probably because they are afraid that there will be cultivators on the cloth market side who will suddenly fight, and the rest of the people are inexperienced in handling things, for fear of bad things.

"Why can't I come here? Just you bake the fire, I squatted under the city gate and got cold, what do you think?" The man surnamed Han pinched a lump of dirt and threw it at the man who was talking to him, and then picked up two sticks of firewood and put them on the fire. The fire exploded with a "crackle", and the sparks flew high, shining a red on the faces of the few people crouching by the fire. Old Han sniffed, glanced at the few stars and said, "Damn, why is this ghost weather still so cold." ”

"It's cold, it's cold. A city guard who had just rested on the wood turned over and sat up, stretched his body casually, shook his head and said, "I used to be in the border army, although it was bitter at that time, but how can it be so chaotic now." I used to work hard, and I knew who I was fighting for and who the enemy was. Now that I have returned to Changling, it is clear that there is no war, and I still have the feeling of being in chaos......"

"Who said no, some time ago, I tossed and asked our brothers to go to the fish market to guard, I thought I was going to do something big, but it turned out to be standing aside and watching the group of Jianghu characters in the Changling Market smashing and smashing in the fish market, we just gave people a façade......" The man who was squatting by the fire stretched out his hand and rubbed his face, yawned.

"You don't know anything, but don't talk nonsense here. Old Han turned his head to look at the sparsely populated city gate, except for a few guards who were guarding there and standing like the gate, only a group of wooden thorns were left to intercept outside the city gate. After confirming that there was no one else, he turned his head and said, "You kid doesn't understand the twists and turns in Changling City at all, do you know why the group of Jianghu people in the market have to fight with the fish market?"

"I heard that it seems to be a ...... of Jiaodong County," the man who was resting on the wood smiled, "Isn't that Jiaodong County just relying on our Changling to make a fortune selling salted fish?

Lao Han snorted lightly, the expression on his face was extremely disgusted, and he knocked the wooden stick in his hand on the bewitching man lying down, and his shrewd eyes purred around: "It's just that you don't have a brain to think that Jiaodong County is a border and cold door that can't get on the table." Although Daqin Changling has the most rich merchants in the world, but years after years of fighting, most of the ordinary people are still living tightly, you look down on the salted fish in Jiaodong County, but the salted fish is sold to all parts of the Qin country, and it has become the first choice for ordinary people to cover their hunger. Have you ever wondered how much they can make in Jiaodong County on this point......"

"Jiaodong County is a small place, such a big land, even if you make a lot of money, what's the use? These powerful people in Changling are full of food, and they are suspicious every day, always worried that others will take the meat from their mouths. The man on the wood argued.

"Hey, you kid, Gao Jianha!" Old Han looked at him with a smile, the man scratched the back of his head, and said with a smile, "Pass the prize......"

"It's a ghost!" Old Han raised his foot and kicked him, sneering, "You are really gasping for fat." If these powerful people in Changling had not been prepared for danger in times of peace, had not taken a long-term view, and saw the threat of Jiaodong County, their century-old foundation would have ceased to exist a long time ago. Do you think that everyone is like you, and they start to get angry when things come to an end? Although Jiaodong County is remote, people are rich, do you have it?"

The man who was scolded touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment, and smiled innocently: "No!"

"No, you still look down on other people's fart!" Old Han snorted twice, only to feel that his body temperature had risen a lot, and then continued, "Jiaodong County is rich now, and now Changling is here again, what do you think it is for? Changling is now monopolized by the four major families, although there are fights, but it is a monolith to deal with external forces. They Jiaodong want to snatch food from the mouths of the four major families, how can it be so easy? So isn't this just arranged by the unknown family?"

"Old Han, I'm afraid you're talking nonsense. Jiaodong County was shaded by someone, you don't remember, when we were in the fish market that day, the Thirteen Banqiao Hutong was also lifted. I heard that it was the people of Jiaodong County who did it, and the four major gate valves have lost a lot, aren't they so angry that they have dealt with the person in charge of Jiaodong County several times in succession?" The man who was squatting next to the fire and pulling out a sweet potato from the fire looked up and smiled, "If it weren't for these two major events that happened one after another that day, where would we still be on duty here now?"

"That's it, damn it! They fought and fought, and in the end it was all us who had no power or power. In the end, the three people shook their heads and sighed, and found that the saddest thing was that they had not done anything, and they had to run out to blow the cold wind on the night when they were supposed to be wives and children.

Just when the three of them were in a mood of low mood, a clattering sound of horses' hooves came from the end of the long street, and the three of them immediately woke up and immediately grabbed their weapons and hurriedly ran to the city gate. A black shadow galloped out of the night, and it was not until the black shadow arrived at the city gate that the shadow restrained the horse under its crotch, and Xiao Xiao's horse song spread far away, which seemed incompatible with the silent Changling.

All the chatter of the city guards died down in an instant.

Everyone thought that the rider, who couldn't see clearly in the night, was very problematic.

Old Han's eyes narrowed deeply.

An extremely strange and dangerous feeling instantly lingered in his heart.

I don't know if it was an illusion or a fact, but the moment the rider appeared in his sight, he seemed to see a red star in the sky, and the red light was as strange as blood.

At the same time, there seemed to be a faint glow of blood behind the rider.

The blood light was long, narrow, and eerie, like a tail behind the rider.

"Old Han..."

Several city guards beside him asked softly at the same time.

Old Han took a deep breath, of course he understood what these companions meant, but in the next moment, he said in a deep voice: "What do you think, the time for our errand tonight has passed." ”

These city guards took a deep breath at the same time, they naturally understood that this seemed to be a very cowardly choice, but when the figure of this rider disappeared, their vests were covered in a layer of cold sweat, but they all felt that Lao Han's choice seemed to be the best choice.