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Just as he was about to open the door, the general grabbed Su Qing's hand and stopped Su Qing from opening the door.

"What's wrong?" Su Qing asked.

"That's not right." The general said through gritted teeth.

"What's wrong?"

"From the moment you said that you were in charge of traps and grain houses at the same time, I felt something was wrong." The general said coldly: "Su Zian has always acted cautiously. None of our carefully trained undercover agents have ever successfully lurked around Su Zian, let alone You look like a child no more than ten years old."

Su Qing was silent, not knowing what she was doing in the darkness.

The general continued: "A child not only knows the traps near the Beiming military camp, but can also lead us to avoid Beiming's sophisticated sentry defenses. You even have the important task of guarding the grain house on such an extraordinary night, and You can't be an ordinary child if you are the only one guarding me. I don't know why you are so thin and malnourished, but you should not be dressed like a beggar if you hold such an important position."

As soon as these words came out, the soldiers behind the general went on alert.

"I guess as soon as the door opens, your army will attack," the general said.

"Huh? Can it still snow in the granary?" a soldier asked strangely.

snow? The general's mind went blank for a moment, and he immediately realized what was going on.

"Retreat quickly!" the general shouted.

Unfortunately, it was already a step too late, as Su Qing's face appeared in the firelight.

As the flames were thrown out in a perfect parabola, the granary exploded instantly. Su Qing grabbed the general's collar, pushed open the granary door before the explosion hit the two of them, kicked back, and fell to the ground. into the open space outside the granary.

Xue gave the two of them a buffer, and Su Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, someone grabbed him by the neck, and the general said angrily: "I want you to be buried with my brothers!"

Su Qing kicked the general in an important part, causing the general to shrink his legs in pain. Su Qing took advantage of the gap and grabbed the general's wrist, forcing him to let go. He concentrated his internal strength and kicked the general again in the stomach.

This kick directly kicked the general away, and he flew directly into the pile of grain and hay next to him before stopping.

The general vomited out a mouthful of blood and was immediately controlled by the arriving Beiming army.

"You are despicable." The general said, "Kill me if you can."

"I didn't intend to keep you alive." Su Qing said, "Because you gave me the robe and let me think about how to keep you alive in a short period of time. Otherwise, I wouldn't have said so many things for you to see. There is a flaw.”

"Don't you want to avenge your mother? Why, you are willing to become Bei Ming's lackey."

"That dead cook had no heirs at all." Su Qing said coldly: "She was an orphan who was taken in by the Su family army. She had no children in her life. In order to repay my father for taking her in, and to cover the retreat of the army, she lit the fire herself at the last moment. Killed by explosives.”

"Your father? Are you Su Qing?" The general was a little surprised.

Su Zian was a military general, but why did his son look so thin? Otherwise, I won’t judge others by their appearance.

"Exactly."

"Young master, the elite soldiers hidden in the snow-capped mountains have already attacked and surrounded this merchant army. What should we do with this man?" the guard asked.

"Put him in prison, provide him with good food and drink, and don't use torture." Su Qing ordered: "Just think of it as a token of gratitude for keeping my robe warm in the mountains."

"Be secretive, don't let anyone see him, and don't let him pass on the information." Su Qing explained in a low voice.

The general seemed unwilling to give in, but he knew that he was at the end of his strength, so he had no choice but to let the Beiming soldiers take him away.

Su Qing wore the robe given by the general and returned to the camp where they were discussing military affairs.

"It seems that the matter is done." The military advisor took a sip of tea and said with praise: "Congratulations. This is a great victory for your first deployment. You are better than your father... What are you wearing?"

The military advisor's tone changed from praise to surprise, "This robe is probably a copycat version of Beiming's robe imitated by Shang Jun."

"Yes. The general felt sorry for me and gave me his robe." Su Qing sat down casually and said, "In return, I gave him a way to survive."

"You know how to be grateful. I thought you were going to make your father angry." The military advisor said approvingly.

"Am I really that thin?" Su Qing asked unwillingly, "Like a malnourished child."

"You can eat more than two adult soldiers. Maybe the nutrition is for your brain and height." The military counselor scratched his head and tried to comfort him: "It's okay, you are only ten years old, you will still grow."

"..."

Su Qing was too lazy to continue to pay attention to the military advisor's comfort and continued to watch the military advisor waiting for his parents' triumphant return.

However, what awaited was bad news.

At dawn, Su Qing woke up in the village robe.

I fell asleep just looking at it... Su Qing secretly thought.

At this time, there was a strange noise coming from the military camp, and Su Qing, who had sensitive hearing, quickly noticed it.

"Are your parents back?" Su Qing ran out in surprise.

However, when I ran out of the camp, I saw an unexpected scene.

Su Zian was kneeling in front of a corpse. The corpse was covered with a white cloth and his face could not be seen clearly.

The person who could make his father feel so uncomfortable, without even thinking about it, must be his mother.

For the first time, Su Qing wished that he was not so smart and guessed who the corpse was.

The soldiers beside him had already put on Su Zian's coat and hat.

Only the funerals of the closest people will be worn out.

Su Qing was stunned and stood there.

The military advisor stood behind him at some point and put a hat on Su Qing's head.

"What's going on?" Su Qing asked tremblingly. ,

"The other party's real target is your mother." The military advisor sighed: "Who would have thought that this attack was just to kill your mother."

"But my mother will not die so easily. My mother's martial arts is very powerful." Su Qing said in disbelief, her whole body trembling.

"My condolences." The military advisor took off Su Qing's copycat robe and put on Zhansheng's robe, and said, "Don't let your father see this, he can no longer be stimulated."

Su Qing was confused all day long, and so was Su Zian.

"Young Master, please eat something." The guard serving Su Zian said worriedly: "If you don't eat, you will be regarded as a skinny little beggar."

This trick worked for the kid Su Qing, who immediately took over his job and started eating.

But, while eating, I started crying.

Su Zianke was not so easy to coax. He didn't take in a drop of water or a grain of rice for three days and three nights. No matter whether it was Su Qing's persuasion or the military advisor's, it had no effect.

The funeral was carried out according to the procedure. The father and son knelt in front of Zhao Ziyao's mourning hall, showing sadness on their faces.

Only the general who was well-fed, well-fed and provided for in the prison was enjoying his time and didn't care about the situation in Beiming Military Camp at all.