Star Trace Gate

General Feng's words were like a cold and merciless hammer, hitting Ren Ye and Dujiuhu's hearts hard, shocking them both.

That’s right, none of them had thought that tonight’s mission... would be like this.

Confused, bewildered, and my three views are shattered.

Ren also stood behind the screen, staring blankly at Wu Yuanjun who was toasting with the twelve generals and calling him "my brother" all the time. The good impression he had previously accumulated towards him disappeared in an instant.

He originally thought that this commander was not a politician, nor a powerful official in the court, but just a general who could fight and command troops. He looked elegant on the outside, but was extremely tough on the inside, with a domineering spirit that would rather break than bend, which was very worthy of his admiration.

But now it seems that the other party is not only a shrewd politician and powerful official, but also possibly a performing artist.

Ah……

Ren Ye shook his head helplessly, his eyes full of disappointment.

Among the Six Gentlemen, he had the most contact with Wu Yuanjun. Although it was only a short six days, Ren Ye felt that he had learned a lot and gained a lot here.

The more I admire, the more disappointed I am...

Next to him, after Poison Wine Pot recovered from his shock, there was no more surprise on his face, only a mocking sneer.

There are many mountaintops in the southern Xinjiang court, and the forces on the border are complicated. There are constant wars and bandit problems. There is a reason for this... It serves them right.

In the main hall.

The witch leader Wu Yuanjun and his twelve brothers drank while discussing the matter of raising an army the next day.

About half an hour later, Wu Yuanjun stood up, pointed at his brothers and said with a smile: "We will have to get up early tomorrow morning to march, and the battle will start at noon at the latest. Don't drink too much, just drink in moderation... in moderation...!"

"Brother, don't you know how much we can drink? Not to mention that everyone only drinks a small pot of fine wine, even if we drink three large jars of wine, it still won't delay the battle." The third brother said in a cheerful voice: "Don't worry, I will chop off the head of the opponent's vanguard tomorrow..."

"Haha, okay. You guys eat meat and drink wine, I'll go to the toilet first and come back later." Wu Yuanjun smiled and waved his hand, then walked behind the screen.

As soon as he left, many brothers expressed their feelings.

"Brother, you are really getting old... I feel like I have to pee after drinking only half a pot of water."

"Yes, this time we should fight hard to kill the enemy and end the war as soon as possible, so as not to make him worry too much."

"Come on, have another drink, and that will be enough."

"...!"

After chatting for a while, everyone raised their glasses again and drank all the wine in the glass.

Behind the screen.

Wu Yuanjun stood with his hands behind his back, his back to everyone. The smile on his face had completely disappeared, leaving only coldness and ruthlessness.

The corridor was as quiet as death.

After a while, he looked at the dark corridor and said calmly, "Let's do it."

"Tap tap...!"

The words fell silent, and in the empty corridor, only the sound of his footsteps remained.

Ren also looked back at him, wanting to chase him and ask, "Why are you doing this? Are you afraid of death?"

But when the words were on the tip of his tongue, he held them back.

If this isn’t fear of death…what else could it be?

Isn't what General Feng said straightforward enough? There will never be a war in Bulao Mountain. There will only be a massacre that will make the king feel at ease.

The army will set out tomorrow, it's just a cover.

At the night banquet in the palace tonight, the twelve generals will use their blood and lives to ensure his safe landing.

After the troops are taken over, they are handed over to the court. This is like a tiger without claws and fangs. In the eyes of the king, they may no longer be a threat.

The footsteps got farther and farther away and gradually became inaudible.

"brush!"

General Feng raised his arms, and a large bow with a shining light appeared in his hands.

He drew his bow and arrow, aiming at the general closest to him.

His eyes opened and closed, and hot tears flowed down his cheeks.

"I am a family commander, and the words of the family master are righteousness. Everyone... leave safely."

A murmur was heard, and the bowstring snapped straight.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow shot out at an extremely fast speed, almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.

"puff!"

The arrow stopped and shot accurately on the general's back.

The originally noisy main hall suddenly became quiet.

“Seventh Brother, Seventh Brother!” The third brother was the first to react and shouted, “There’s an assassin, guards outside the palace, come in!”

"Protect big brother, quickly, protect big brother, he went to the toilet alone!" A young general sobered up instantly, and the first person he thought of was Wu Yuanjun.

"Get started." General Feng shouted from behind the screen.

Although Ren Ye was extremely reluctant, this was after all just a secret realm evolved by the way of heaven, and the past realistic results could not be changed.

"Oh!"

He kicked the screen away, summoned the Human Emperor Sword, waved his hand and shouted, "Kill, don't let anyone go."

“Bang, bang, bang, bang…!”

Shouts echoed, and the soldiers ambushing in the corridors on both sides of the main hall and in the side rooms immediately controlled their hidden weapons and magic treasures and attacked the main hall indiscriminately.

At the same time, shouts and screams were heard outside the palace, and the guards brought by the twelve generals seemed to be under siege.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a clear light appeared in the hall, and a large formation that had been set up in advance completely isolated this place from the outside world.

Inside the palace.

After seeing this scene, the twelve generals were all stunned where they were. Some of them even had wine stains on the corners of their mouths that had not yet dried.

The third brother stared blankly at the arrows flying around, and suddenly murmured, "There is no assassin, it is the eldest brother... the eldest brother... who wants to kill us."

"Why is it so? Why is it so?!"

"My divine power is dissipating, the wine... the wine is poisonous!"

"We have been with you through thick and thin for so many years, why are you doing this?"

"Wu Yuanjun, you want us to die, why do you have to do this? Just one word will do!"

"Brothers, if he is unkind, don't blame us for being disloyal. Fight them out... Lead the troops away from Bulao Mountain!"

"kill!"

"...!"

For a moment, the twelve generals roared in grief and drew their weapons, ready to fight to the death.

Soon, the hall was filled with candlelight, gun shadows, and the sound of weapons clashing.

The wind chimes at the door swayed in the wind, making pleasant and crisp sounds...

Is the wind blowing?

If it had risen, would it have blown over the surface of the cold pond where the fourteen men knelt on the ground to swear brotherhood?

If it does, can I blow the oath I made in the past here...

The lingering sound lingers in my ears, and the oath I wanted to make turns into a joke.

……

Outside the Bulao Mountain, in a wilderness forest, dozens of generals and soldiers were changing into ordinary clothes and luggage in the dark.

They had secretly left the Bulao Villa, and after arriving here, they prepared to disguise themselves and head towards Lingnan.

In addition to some guards, there are also Baihuaxian, Wengsanren, and Guitoudao in the forest.

The three men, following the instructions of a lieutenant general, were mainly responsible for guarding some wooden boxes on the carriage.

These wooden boxes were filled with people, including young Guanfeng, the witch leader's wives and concubines, elders of the tribe, immediate relatives, and so on.

Today, the army around Bulao Mountain has been frequently mobilized, and even the air is filled with a strong "smell of blood". The people in the southern border have suffered from wars over the years. Maybe they have long forgotten the skills of farming, but they are full of experience in escaping.

Led by Liejiang and Guitoudao, this group of people planned to sneak into remote country roads, disguise themselves as refugees from war, and completely slip out of Bulao Mountain.

This plan had already been fully prepared, whether it was the escape route or the people who needed to be taken care of along the way.

At the end of Haishi.

After disguising themselves, the group set out again.

After walking for more than ten miles, Gui Tou Dao, who had been very quiet all this time, suddenly sent a message to Xu Ersan, the family general at the head of the team: "Do you want to die?"

This was a bit too rude and abrupt.

Xu Ersan looked back with a cold look and said, "Master Gui Toudao, what do you mean by that?"

"If you want to live, go another ten miles and do as I say..." Gui Tou Dao's voice was cold and full of unquestionable authority.

……

Bulao Villa, inside the main hall.

The soft moonlight outside the window reflected a bright red in the main hall. The broken limbs and arms stuck together, mixed with the spilled wine and delicacies, exuding a very unique smell.

After the night banquet, there was no sound of drums marching out of the army, only mess and corpses on the ground.

Each of the twelve generals was seriously injured, some had died in their unwilling cries; others fell in a pool of blood, staring at the eldest brother's seat on the podium with their bloodshot eyes.

They spent half their lives guarding that chair, which of course had to do with their own interests, but no one went against their original oath.

Around the hall, Ren Ye, the Fat Dragon, the Poison Wine Pot, General Feng, and many soldiers were also seriously injured.

Each of these twelve generals was a master of supernatural powers at the peak of the third rank. Although they drank the poisoned wine, they did not die immediately.

In the tough battle just now, they relied on their numbers, sneak attacks, formations and poisons to succeed.

Ren Ye slumped over the collapsed screen plaque, looking around with a somewhat empty look in his eyes.

He was in a trance and even forgot the details of the battle. He only remembered that he attacked the twelve generals frantically... as if they were animals.

Of course, he thought that his behavior just now was no different from that of an animal.

Although this is just a story performed by Star Gate, the opponents are all residual souls and are no longer alive.

But he still put it in...

He was thinking, if one day Qingliang Prefecture became bigger and really embarked on the journey of an immortal dynasty, then when Lao Liu, his beloved concubine, Huang Ge, Tang Feng, Li Yan and others had an irreconcilable political conflict with him...

Do you want to do the same thing yourself?

Go to hell, when Ren Ye thought of this, he cursed in his heart: "...If the path of the emperor is so cold and ruthless, then it is meaningless and unworthy of the title of Human Emperor."

"call……!"

He breathed heavily, cleared his mind of distractions, and kept telling himself that this was just an experience and not to be taken seriously.

"Tap."

Just then, the sound of footsteps was heard from the corridor behind the hall.

A very short figure in a black robe appeared.

He walked slowly, stepped over the corpses and broken limbs, and slowly came to the third brother among the twelve generals.

Under the bright light, the third brother, whose one eye was blinded, lay on the ground and raised his head with difficulty.

"Snapped!"

The short figure in a black robe raised his foot and stepped on the third brother's face, sneering and asking, "Haha... I heard that you have always advocated rebellion? You fatherless and kingless bastard, have you ever thought that you would end up like this today?!"

The third brother had half of his face buried in a pool of blood. Although he was on the verge of death, he smiled and replied, "You shameless slave...are you afraid that the light here is too dazzling?"

"I am loyal to the king and the witch god. Everything I do is for Southern Xinjiang. What is there to be ashamed of?" The short figure slowly took off the hat that was covering his face.

Ren also looked up and saw that the short figure was none other than Lord Rat, who was representing the court.

He is one of the most popular little animals around the King of Southern Xinjiang, and he is also a castrated eunuch rat.

The third brother looked at Lord Rat with disdain and said with his last bit of strength, "The backbone of this generation of witch master is broken... there will always be people who will repair the bones and stand up. If today's incident gets out, my descendants, the descendants of the White Python Clan... will never worship the south again!"

"Brother...you are confused...you are confused."

As he spoke, the third brother lay in a pool of blood with his eyes closed.

At the door, wind chimes rang in the wind.

Lord Rat glanced at the back hall, chuckled and said, "Knowing that Niu Xi has already surrendered to the court, why did you still touch him?"

Wu Yuanjun stood in the darkness of the corridor and replied calmly: "He can be loyal to His Majesty, but he cannot betray me."