[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

This winter is tough for everyone.

After successive victories, the Nanren's barracks finally had a little more joy, and there was also a little celebration at the end of the year.

Today, Wei Jinghuan has settled in the military camp for a long time, eating and sleeping with the soldiers, and has already accumulated a lot of popularity. In addition, he can lead the army to defeat the Tartars, which is even more popular. Now this military camp is almost only Know generals, but not saints.

For ordinary generals, this is a very dangerous thing. After all, in the Southern Dynasties, the scripts of the masters of great achievements basically had no good endings, but Wei Jinghuan didn't care. He even let his holy benevolence "Emperor Heaven" spread everywhere , Don't worry about settling accounts after autumn.

——It would be better to say, in the Southern Dynasties, is there still a "Queen of Autumn"?

Wei Jinghuan didn't know, he only knew how big the gap was between the army of the Southern Dynasty and the Tartars. After the most elite frontier fortress was lost, the army in the Southern Dynasty's interior was almost difficult to command. , Even if you don't care about those corrupt people who eat empty salaries and buy military food, just a civil servant managing military generals is enough to be restrained.

And the Tartars...

Alas, the soldiers of the Tartars...

Wei Jinghuan came out of the wounded soldiers' camp and strode back to his tent. Unexpectedly, there were imperial emissaries waiting here, and brought a lot of flashy condolences - rare antiques, supplementary gold and jade, New Year's gift, There are also four big court ladies and four little eunuchs.

These rewards were so outrageous that Wei Jinghuan thought of offering sacrifices to the river god.

Of course, along with the reward came the imperial decree, which was nothing more than a bunch of words of praise, making an official and making a wish, and even the holy envoy hinted at a nonsense about being named a king with a different surname after defeating the Tartars.

Wei Jinghuan just listened to books—it’s better to be a storyteller. When he was a young man fighting cocks and walking dogs, he always liked to listen to Mr. Wazili talk about ancient times. much.

The envoy left reluctantly. Wei Jinghuan picked and picked the rewards, leaving only edible things, and took them to the kitchen to cook a big pot of rice. As for the eight beauties, they packed them up and sent them back.

Several soldiers got together and chattered together, Wei Jinghuan had a good ear, so he heard clearly:

"Wow, I'm not tempted by someone like this, the general is too powerful!"

"Why are there a few who are not female..."

"Probably because the general is not close to women, the people above think too much."

"As expected of a nobleman from Hangjing..."

The top soldiers from the city defense army sighed with emotion, and Wei Jinghuan's fist hardened.

In any case, compared with last year, this year's New Year's Eve has a rare sense of celebration. Wei Jinghuan drove away the subordinates who were watching the excitement, and returned to the camp alone.

If there is no accident, today is the day when Huo Yuhuai delivers the news. He is alone, and there are only a few diehards under his command. These people have unfortunately passed away.

In the dim tent, the flames on the candlesticks beeped, and the falling sparks burned fine lines on the paper. These lines with large stitches formed characters one by one, and they were tightly arranged together.

Seeing the news, Wei Jinghuan couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, feeling grateful for the survival of his close friends. He didn't have many comrades in arms, and his relatives were even more lonely, while Huo Yuhuai was both.

[...The second prince survived by chance, the Tartars postponed their offensive, collected and ruled the southern people, and the Khan reorganized the army. There will be a catastrophe in the spring of the coming year. Business taxes will be reduced and exempted. Northwest merchants frequently enter the Central Plains. New laws are issued. Include the following...encourage spring plowing, prohibit unreasonable abuse of slaves...ban ironware among the people, set up artisan households...]

The more Wei Jinghuan looked at it, the more frightened he became. The life and death of his defeated general, the second prince, was nothing more than that. He expected to reorganize the army and fight again in the coming year. What was really unexpected was the business tax reduction and exemption. Do not dare to do!And the most unexpected thing is that the Tartars were able to come up with written laws and decrees.

The Tartars are adapting to the rule of the Central Plains and are working hard for a long-term occupation. They will never be satisfied with simple plunder like the last time they went south. This time, they want complete rule.

After briefly summarizing the laws and regulations, Mixin began to describe the current livelihood of the people in the Northland. The resistance was basically suppressed, and the people were dead. Ordinary people seemed to adapt to the new life quickly, and production began to gradually resume... Huo Yuhuai described this Seeing everything, but unable to do anything, he only hated the cowardly people and the cunning Tartars, who even learned the management methods of the southerners.

But the more Wei Jinghuan looked down, the heavier his heart became, and he vaguely had an ominous premonition.

Perhaps for those southerners, promulgating laws by the Tartars is as terrifying and ridiculous as a beast standing upright and wearing clothes?But Wei Jinghuan didn't think so. As an enemy, he recognized the action and prohibition of the Tartars, so he was more sure that these laws would greatly stabilize the rule of the Tartars after they were implemented.

…The unarmed people are the most docile sheep. They can endure the rule of the southern emperor, and they can accept the slavery of the Tartar royal court.

Ants still steal their lives, let alone people?In the final analysis, the southern people who were frightened by the blood just wanted to survive, how could they be demanded to fight to the death?

But Huo Yuhuai didn't think so. Although he was rebellious, he valued the orthodoxy of China most in his heart. He couldn't bear the contamination of the Central Plains by foreigners, so he resented the royal family of the Southern Dynasty, loathed Confucianism and Taoism, and even angered the docile people.

In the same way, Huo Yuhuai can't accept living in mediocrity. All along, he has been wrapping his lonely and angry will with a soft skin. He can choose the evil path, but the end of this path must lead to the original heart.

What Wei Jinghuan saw was the land of the Central Plains and the tens of thousands of people, what Huo Yuhuai believed in was the glory and national dignity of China, the former agreed that life is precious and the compatriots are pitiful, but the latter wanted to be broken rather than destroyed...

The two cousins ​​have fundamental differences. They are walking on the same road, but they are destined to make different choices.

The flame on the candlestick became weaker and weaker, and Wei Jinghuan knew that this interrogation was coming to an end, he sighed a long time, and planned to put away the paper and burn it together.

The Tartars are not fools. Ever since their information was leaked, Huo Yuhuai's life has become more and more difficult. He has been suspected by many parties, and now only the Khan trusts him, but that Khan is not easy to deceive, Huo Yuhuai He could be punished as a spy at any time.

This is not only the disaster of Huo Yuhuai, but also the plight of all the southerners who surrendered. With the increase of the land captured by the Tartars, the number of southern officials who were forced to surrender has reached a considerable number. Many of them did not take the initiative to seek refuge. He just chose the latter between the death of the whole family and even the whole city and the death that is worse than life.

But where is the slave so easy to do?Those who abandon their dignity will always be respected and abandoned. Once they kneel down, they will never stand up again.

The Tartars despise the Southerners, they only think that the people of the Southerners are cattle and sheep, and the officials are like dogs and horses. It is nothing to ridicule and insult, and it is not uncommon to be excluded and persecuted... Nowadays, the only one who is willing to treat the Southerners fairly is the big one among the Tartars. priest.

Not long ago, Wei Jinghuan saw him again on the battlefield, but the man was busy rescuing his nephew and did not fight him. They looked at each other from a distance, and were soon separated by bloody battles. The Tartars were defeated, so he also lost trace.

Wei Jinghuan couldn't help being distracted. In the quiet darkness, the sound of the distant and gentle flute sounded in his ears again, as well as the peaceful and gentle eyes of that young man like a black eagle.

At that time, none of them expected that the Tartars would go south to the Central Plains one day, so he sent the old man around him back to his hometown, and he thought it would be a farewell...

But the world has changed, and the fortune is unpredictable, and they all embarked on an indomitable road of no return.

Does the current high priest still recognize the name "Xuan Yi"?

The candles were completely extinguished, and Wei Jinghuan sat quietly in the dark for a long time, until bursts of loud cheers broke out in the camp, probably when the soldiers began to enjoy the rare New Year's Eve dinner.

Wei Jinghuan twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled. He relit the candle and was about to burn all the papers, but on the last piece of paper, he saw the last few lines Huo Yuhuai left for him:

[...The mountain is at the end of the river, there is no way to retreat, and the only way to do it is to fight as hard as possible. 】

[On the twenty-ninth day, Huo Yu conceived his final pen. 】

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New Year's Eve.

Although the festivals of the Tartars are different from those of the southerners, they also have the concept of celebrating the New Year. After the winter, it is the spring when all things recover. No one would not look forward to the warmer weather.

Darigachi finally brought all his belongings, his wife, relatives and followers to the Central Plains. Recently, he was busy arranging the royal court. Anyway, he had already selected the imperial capital—the residence of the "Great Khan" named "Dadu". ", built on the former capital of the Southern Dynasties.

No, it's not Hangjing, the capital of the Southern Dynasties today, but Luocheng, the capital of the Southern Dynasties back then.

Luodu's geographical location and products are very superior. It is an excellent location for the capital. Although it has been abandoned for more than ten years, it is not difficult to restore it. Therefore, the Tartars used their aesthetics to build a large-scale construction project, using waterways as the city. The context and core of the city quickly created a new history for this thousand-year-old capital.

After the renovation of Dadu was basically completed, Darigachi was very happy, imitating the system of the Southerners, conferring a number of official positions in the former court and harem, and at the same time preparing a banquet for the officials.

Not only that, Darigachi also generously gave military power, gave his three sons the same treatment, and assigned them to replace his father, go to the military camp to condolences on the day of the banquet, and come back to eat after completing the task.

In this way, under the eyes of everyone, this grand banquet to celebrate Dingdu was held on a sunny winter day. Because of its great significance, Miao Xuan could not shirk it. To show respect and intimacy.

Darigachi (little voice.jpg): Your location is closer than those brats, let them come up to toast you.

Miao Xuan raised his glass: You don't have to.

This time the banquet was jointly organized by important ministers and Ke He Dun, Miao Xuan didn't bother, when it was time to serve the table, Darigachi arrived earlier than him, and sat beside him, surrounded by a group of beauties Winking at him, Miao Xuan pretended not to understand, and took a cup of hot tea to drink slowly.

How could the banquet of the Tartars be entertained without singing and dancing? The customs of the grasslands have not faded away. Even noble people are willing to enter the venue for singing and dancing. Soon, the atmosphere became heated, and many young men of the Tartars entered the venue, fighting with force Instead of dance music, to show off force, eager to be valued by Khan.

Seeing so many warriors among the juniors, Dariga Chilong was overjoyed, and when he was tired of drinking, he began to try the dishes on the table. It is said that these are the delicacies of the Central Plains prepared by famous southern chefs, although they are not as good as roasted beef and sheep It's bold, but it doesn't have a taste.

Dari Gachi ate very happily, but he didn't know when, he felt a little numb in his tongue, so he took a sip of wine subconsciously, but he didn't dilute this feeling.

What's going on here?

Immediately afterwards, Darigachi felt dizzy for a while, and his stomach seemed to be burned by something, followed by an uncontrollable desire to vomit...

Having reached this point, what else does Dari Gachi not understand?He is poisoned!

"Come here—" The strong Khan pushed the woman in his arms away, and the delicate woman fell to the ground, but she couldn't get up again, and the attendants screamed around, but soon, there were also signs of pain on their bodies. The same expression of pain, the same severe abdominal pain, this symptom seems to be contagious, starting from Darigachi, it quickly spread throughout the banquet!

Whether it was the guests attending the banquet or the attendants entertaining the guests, no matter the important ministers at the table or the warriors at the table, almost everyone was knocked down by this poison.

Darigachi endured the discomfort, he looked around, he and Huo Erlanle were the only people standing, and Huo Erlanle was coughing up blood while warning: "Water... poison in the water."

Darigachi only felt more pain in his body, and he subconsciously asked, "What?"

Huo Erlanle looked better, and he wiped the blood from his lips: "The poison was dropped in the water source of Dadu! The assassin will poison the entire city!"