Languo, Yongshun, Sanlindu

Bai Ye's carriage opened the way from the pro-military camp and rushed all the way to Sanlindu.

Before leaving, the patrol captain in charge of scheduling was a little surprised. He looked at Bai Ye, who was wearing a robe, with suspicion on his face, and muttered to himself: "Fangyi people, scholars, what can you help in the past?"

Bai Lingyu whispered a few words on the side, and the captain nodded slowly and said, "Since he is a skilled craftsman, it is better to bother his brother to lead him over." ”

Due to his professional habits, he still circled around Bai Ye: "You don't bring any tools, go to repair the bridge empty-handed?"

Bai Ye confidently hugged his fists: "The water in the three forests is slow, and the bridge span is not big." I heard that most of the siege camp in Haizhou was stranded there. Dismantling a few catapults should be enough. ”

Dachengya's carriage went smoothly. Who knew that he was about to arrive at Sanlindu, but he couldn't take a step forward along the official road.

The carriage met the Haizhou sergeant who opened the way. Bai Ye got out of the car and stood side by side with the horseman who was driven under the road, watching the eight-ox carts rumble slowly in front of him.

The groom muttered with a sad face: "I came over after receiving the letter, we didn't delay." ”

Bai Ye didn't expect that the collapsed bridge could be completely repaired in just one hour. I guess I was too nervous before, and the news was wrong.

He made eye contact with Bai Lingyu beside him. The young lieutenant, apparently also aroused by his curiosity, turned back to the groom and asked, "How far is it?"

"Turn a corner and you'll see the bridge. ”

"I've got to go and see, and I'll go back when I'm done. ”

The lieutenant and the white man left the groom and trekked into the dense woods, and in a short time they took a shortcut to the bridge.

The patrol of the former enemy division did not dare to stop them, but the captain did not follow, and only waited for Bai Ye's appraisal with his hands copied. The military situation is like fire. Everyone is happy when the bridge is repaired, and if something goes wrong in the middle of the bridge, everyone will have to be unlucky.

The collapsed wooden bridge has indeed been repaired.

It was the same as Bai Ye's thoughts, and sure enough, a craftsman dismantled the catapult.

The stout main arm is used as the main beam. The catapult parts painted with tung oil not only strengthened the piers and decks of the old bridge, but also accurately extended outward for about ten feet, maintaining the balance of the new bridge.

Several oxen were hung with long ropes on their bodies, dragging half-loaded carts across the wooden bridge on the opposite bank.

The two rows of wheels of the cart slowly ran over along two double-piece wooden beams less than two feet wide.

Bai Ye involuntarily leaned forward, carefully studying the complex structure of the new bridge.

It's a familiar way he's built, but it shouldn't be here.

This technique should only be in notes.

Bai Ye suddenly felt that he had been poked in the leg by some hard object. He jerked his head back, and at the same time his left hand was brought back into his chest in a fist, and his right hand was swung out.

Halfway through, he stopped moving.

I don't know when the one who deceived himself less than two feet was one, an old man?

The old man wrapped in a linen robe held a cane in his pale and thin hand.

The people of the Western Continent?

It is hard to imagine that an old man from the Western Continent would appear in broad daylight in the army of the Lan Kingdom.

Hundreds of years ago, the people of the Western Continent crossed westward in a large way, and not many people chose to stay in the Eastern Continent. To this day, pure-blooded Holy Spirit Clansmen are even rarer in the Lan Kingdom, and they can count the dozens of them with their fingers.

But they were all supported by the royal family in the capital Jiulao Hall, teaching the children of the nobility the secret arts and physical arts. How could they follow the Haizhou soldiers to the front line?

Bai Ye's mind was racing, his hands were folded, and he made a strange gesture that seemed to be a salute.

The old man didn't even raise his head, still squatting on the ground and staring at Bai Ye's lower body, obviously attracted by something.

Suddenly, the old man raised his cane and was about to tease the corners of Bai Ye's robe.

Bai Ye was embarrassed and hurriedly took two steps back.

The old man stood up with lightning speed.

Although he had just reached Bai Ye's chest, his feet were not slow, and he was pressing forward step by step with his cane, and Bai Ye retreated step by step to lean his back against the railing of the bridge.

The nearby Haizhou soldiers were a little nervous.

They were ordered to protect the master severely. However, at present, it seems that the master himself is safe, but he himself is holding a stick and is coercing others. For a while, I didn't know whether to step forward or not.

The old man of Xilu stared at Bai Ye and asked in a low voice, "Your leather boots are made of fire language." ”

Bai Ye nodded: "Yes." ”

The language of fire is the name of the three elders. Bai Ye is a little relieved, this should be his own person.

The Western Continent Elder hidden in Fangyi is a great secret. This person must have a close relationship with Fangyi. Otherwise, how could it be possible to know the three elders?

However, why haven't you heard of it before?

The two looked at each other silently for a while, and Bai Ye suddenly reacted, what he said just now was in Western Continent.

He panicked. In front of everyone's eyes, this shouldn't be exposed.

The old man's voice was in his throat: "You are from Fangyi, what is your name?"

Bai Ye grabbed his robe: "Old man, my name is Bai Ye, the cypress of the pine and cypress, the night of the dark night." ”

Captain Bai, who was watching the cart not far away, finally noticed that something was wrong here. He slowly approached, but witnessed an astonishing scene alive.

The thin old man stretched out his hand and pinched Bai Ye's left arm a few times through his robe, and then cracked his mouth and laughed silently.

And Bai Ye leaned over the old man's ear and muttered a few words. The two looked at each other again, stroked their hands, and smiled.

Xiaobai's back was a little itchy, and he shouted: "Boy, what are you doing? ”

The old man glanced at him and said softly, "You are the son of Bai Changqi, right?"

He took Bai Ye's hand, who was stunned: "Go back and tell your father, this little guy will stay with me for one night, and then send him back to the camp tomorrow." ”

August 16, Ayutthaya

Nandaying is not far from the base camp in the core area of Ayutthaya.

Ye Dudu single-handedly passed through the checkpoints on the seven military paths and successfully found the council chamber.

Four hundred years ago, the indigenous tribes that rose up swept across the Eastern Continent with seven-colored flags. The Lei family holds the Xuan Banner, and since the current Lei Emperor ascended the throne, the large and small buildings in the capital Daliang City have quickly been painted with a thick ink color.

Anjia is blue, Su is green, Wujia is purple, and Gujia is brown. The Luo family, who have lived in seclusion for hundreds of years, although the dragon often sees the head and the tail, the color of their clan is a dazzling gold.

And the color of the Ye family's flag is blood.

Not only the flag, but also the whole body of the Ye Clan's Governor, and even the mount were a terrible blood red.

Even in the heavily garrisoned base camp, no one dared to stop the silent Scarlet Commander.

However, along with the blood-colored whirlwind, there were still a few balls of spittle from the Gu family guards.

Ye Lang slowed down outside the door of the council hall, exhaled deeply, and then walked in with his head held high without squinting.

There was a sudden silence in the chamber.

Except for the fact that Emperor Lei had not arrived, the head of the Luo family was not there. The rest of the four princes of An, Su, Wu, and Gu sat around a huge sand table and chatted.

Several princes turned their heads in unison and looked at Ye Dudu who entered the door.

There were arrogant gazes full of disdain on his body, but Ye Lang didn't see it, he sat down at the end, closed his eyes, and was silent.

"Governor of the Ye family, how does it feel to revisit the old place?"

The old prince of the An family had participated in the last battle of Dacheng, and he twisted his beard and squinted at the commander of the Ye family.

"King An said that he was joking, right? Didn't the blood-armored soldiers who rebelled into the big city back then all be slaughtered by that demon cub?"

Ye Lang could hear who was speaking. The current prince of the Su family is Su Mao, who is the younger generation, but his bitter voice is exactly the same as his father who died.

The old prince of Gu, who was sitting at the top, looked at the face of the Ye family's governor who was as calm as water, and suddenly felt a little unbearable. I had the intention to make a haha to resolve the embarrassing atmosphere, but I didn't know where to start for a while.

The three families of Ye, An, and Su are dead knots.

The head of the Ye family, who was also the last emperor of the Wei Kingdom, was willing to risk the disapproval of the world and led his headquarters to rebel against Wei before the battle. This directly led to the annihilation of the main forces of the two families of An and Su, and the old King Su died in that appalling rebellion.

Although the Ye clan later executed the rebellious family head by exercising clan rules, although the nearly 10,000 Flame Heavenly Army that descended to the Lan was finally strangled by the two countries, although it was protected by the Thunder Emperor who took over the banner of the Wei Kingdom.

The entire Ye clan was still completely imprisoned in the fiefdom of the old capital. For more than ten years, no one has stepped out of the forbidden land.

Until this time, the Ye family, who received an order from the Thunder Emperor, finally had the opportunity to wash away the shame of the clan.

The old patriarch who was grateful was already more than 90 years old, so he could only send the forty-five-year-old Governor Yelang as a representative to lead the 5,000 children of his headquarters to the front line.

Ye Lang will always remember what the old patriarch said to all the soldiers before leaving: "In order for the descendants of the Ye family to stand up in a dignified manner, none of you will come back alive." ”

Outside the council chamber, there was a sudden sound of iron armor. It was the movement of the heavily armored guards who stood and saluted.

The leaders of the halls gathered their minds and stood up in unison.

A middle-aged man of small stature paced steadily into the hall.

The Thunder Emperor has arrived.

Ye Lang stood down and raised his eyes to watch. The Thunder Emperor's gray hair was casually tied on the top of his head, and his body was simply draped in a suit of soap.

After entering the house, Emperor Lei raised his eyes slightly, looked around indifferently, and said hello to the princes with various surnames.

Ye Lang secretly sighed.

You're old too.

The Thunder Emperor was four years older than him. Although they belong to two clans with different surnames and have a huge difference in status, they rarely have the same temper. Coupled with the chance to meet, the two were born and died several times, and more than 20 years ago, they formed an irreversible friendship.

So there were rumors that it was because of Ye Lang, a brother with a different surname, that Emperor Lei would issue an edict at the beginning of his ascension to the throne, pardoning the crime of rebellion of the entire Ye family. Those who sacrificed their lives for the country were given a generous burial after the occupation of the city.

It's just that after that, Ye Lang returned to the old capital with his clansmen and never met Emperor Lei again.

The Thunder Emperor's gaze happened to be handed over at this time. Under the collision of the two phases, Ye Lang only felt a surge of qi and blood.

Under the majestic momentum, that familiar sense of trust poured into his heart.

The Governor clenched his fists and slammed them against his chest. The sullen breath that had been accumulated for many years suddenly burst out: "Your Majesty." ”

But his low roar was still not as loud as the kings saluted.

Emperor Lei's eyes were slightly flushed, and he waved his hand lightly: "It's not early." Let's talk about it. ”

The kings looked at the prince of the Wu family together. The purple-robed old prince looked at the east and the west calmly. As if the pre-war meeting had nothing to do with themselves.

Ye Lang was stunned for a moment and immediately reacted, it turned out that as the legend said, the Venerables cultivated by the Wu family were the key force in this southern expedition, but they all obeyed the orders of the national teacher. The strength of the Wu family itself is not important.

Prince Gu Lao coughed, and Gu Xinji, the guardian of the big city who was standing behind, immediately stepped forward and knelt on the ground.

The Thunder Emperor shook his head slightly: "Get up and say, feel comfortable." ”

"Yes. ”

Gu Chengshou walked quickly to the sand table and gave a detailed introduction to the garrison of the Lan Kingdom south of the big city.

Since taking over the lost city, the Gu family has been secretly sending scouts to survey and map the landform of Guannan in detail and collect the situation of the front line of the Lan Kingdom.

With the instructions of the city guard, the kings of the seven surnames also saw the latest situation of the defense system of the Lan Kingdom.

The big city was built at the only pass in the Yulan Mountains, and there was no danger to defend the 200-mile enclave in the south of Guannan. Bai Changqi, the marshal of the Lan State, relied on the Xijiang River and several tributaries to establish a battalion and three tuns that were horns of each other, and together with the secret instrument array in front of the pass, a solid support system was built.

Gu Cheng Shou introduced to the Thunder Emperor and the princes in turn: "Just south of the city, there are a small number of Lan State advance guard troops stationed on weekdays, responsible for monitoring the movements of our army. Recently, there has been an increase in troops. ”

"To the south of the big city, in the few valleys of the Yulan Mountain, there are a large number of secret magic mechanisms. The aura of this place gathers, and the weather often changes with it. In the past few days, the spiritual power in these places has increased significantly, and it is judged that the Lan Kingdom has strengthened its preparations. ”

The castle guard's arm points to the model of the river on the sand table.

"The first and second tuns built on the Xijiang River are in the front, and each has 5,000 soldiers. The third tun is behind the two tuns, and the building is the strongest, also with 5,000 people. ”

The Thunder Emperor also paced to the edge of the sand table at some point: "Is this Yongshun?"