White Feather Huaisha

——Limelight Knife——

There were clouds in the night sky, and the air was condensed into a silent mass. In the valley, the breathing sounds of horseshoe soldiers were all uniform, it was an army.

After scolding "shit" and "I don't believe it" for twelve rounds, Li Tan finally got tired of shouting.He was tightly bound by two-finger-thick hemp rope, buckled upside down on the horse, struggling to breathe due to the bumps, his face flushed red, and his consciousness was gradually numb. He only felt something slipping from the corner of his eyes to his forehead, gradually cooling down.

He wanted to slap himself on the ear: how could I cry?

What's the big deal, isn't it just losing another father?

Li Tan's maiden name is Qin.

Qin Niang's name is famous, but the name of her boudoir is no longer testable, what can be tested is that Li Tan followed Qin Niang out of the fireworks alley since childhood, and changed countless fathers.

Some of those men are potbellied, some are skinny, some spend money like water, and some have a set of decent clothes all year round.There is only one thing in common: they can write poetry.

Qin Niang grew up in the Fengyuechang, gold and emerald as the bottom, and the waves turned red and silk. As a result, she failed to learn to settle accounts, but learned to read poetry, and she ate and only ate that set all her life. The bottom of the box was not emeralds, but Stacks of yellowed poems.

Li Tan was fascinated by his ears and eyes, he had never learned to write or recite poetry, and his entire adolescence was very embarrassing.

Until Qin Niang was strangled to death by merchants from Beiji, Li Tan was so hungry that he went to beg for food, Li Cunnian fell from the sky and lifted him from the powdery swill to the battlefield.

Li Tan vaguely remembered that Qin Niang had such a No. [-] guest of Dew's Grace, but he didn't have much impression.At that time, he quietly guessed that maybe Li Cunnian had a family and a son, that's why he didn't come to see him; the family was wiped out and his son was missing, so he remembered that there was such a treasure from the sea.

He is a child who is easy to feed, and has never been in acid water because of this—no matter how bumpy and ups and downs the road ahead is, and no matter how true or false the so-called father-son relationship is, it was his luck to meet Li Cunnian.

But thinking about it now, Li Cunnian left countless flaws in front of him.For example, Li Cunnian hid a short knife in his sleeve when he saw him for the first time, for example, Li Cunnian cooked a bowl of noodles for him that night and then knocked it over with his own hands, and for example, Li Cunnian never wrote a poem——Li Cunnian tried to kill him.

I haven't done it for a long time, but I still keep it by my side. I think it's probably because people are not grass and trees, and there is always a moment of empathy.None of those nights of passing flagons around the fire was fake.

Li Tan thought numbly: But he is a spy.

Qin Niang who died on the couch, the legendary Li Xing, Liu Shu and Ma Sha, and many more Da Zhou people who died on the battlefield and in the fire, there will always be a few drops of blood on his head.

The little soldier holding him was finally blessed, looked down, and hurriedly helped him upright, "Ah, why are you bleeding?"

There was blood on Li Tan's forehead, the wound was congested and burst open, and the blood beads flowed down and drooped to his forehead.

It wasn't tears, he wasn't crying at all.

Xiaobing roughly wiped him with his sleeve, and secretly glanced at Yan Yufei, who was naturally angry, and said worriedly: "Don't die, our General Yan is not like you."

I don't know where this little soldier is from, his accent is quite funny.The child probably had just left home not long ago, and his beard hadn't grown a few stubbles. He looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, and there were already several scars on his fair face.

The queue speeds along the border, occasionally passing by desolate villages, most of which are unlit and in ruins.The bones on the road were torn apart and trampled to pieces by the hooves of the horses.

Li Tan thought blankly: Damn, what is this?

In the quiet night, the wind stopped and rose again, iron hoofs sounded like thunder on the wasteland, Su Yu rode his horse and stopped on the protruding rocks.

One of the cavalry who rushed down the gentle slope first saw him from a distance, and reined in the horse suddenly, and the golden knife in his hand flashed because of it.

The man slowly pulled down the mask, revealing a face as deep as a knife and axe, and his eyes were aimed at Su Yu like a vulture looking for food.

In the Longzhou camp, the undeserved undead and the undeserving kept dying, half of which was because of this person.Preferring to die rather than die, this man was also named a general, and the Emperor Beiji personally bestowed him with a golden sword, which could command thousands of troops.

Su Yu stared at He Geng motionlessly.

If it was a martial arts world, perhaps they should have a showdown when they meet each other; but he is from Beiji.

He Geng narrowed his eyes.From this angle, it happened to meet the faint moonlight, illuminating Su Yu's delicate face that didn't quite match his skill.At this time, there was no trace of the usual provocative hatred on that face, but even an unbelievable and vague...fear.

He Geng felt relieved.It seems that the news did not leak out, Su Yu just discovered them by accident.

He raised his hand, pointing the tip of the knife forward, and there was a sound of bowstring tightening behind him, and countless iron arrows were strung, aiming at the steep figure down the slope in the distance.

At the same time, just before the iron arrow had time to aim, Su Yu sprinted his horse off a rock as high as a person, and his figure as swift as a sharp arrow quickly disappeared in the darkness.

Someone screamed: "Oops! General He, he wants to report back!"

Years of deliberation and calculations, all in one moment, do not allow the slightest bit of wind to leak out.He Geng rode his horse over without hesitation.

His good horse is as fast as lightning, leaving the soldiers behind him far behind.The air was squeezed into a whistling wind and rubbed against his side, He Geng crossed the rocks and stopped abruptly—the wasteland in front of him was empty and dark, how could there be Su Yu's shadow?

A bad premonition rose from the back of his head, and a black shadow several feet wide was shrouded in a huge rock.Before He Geng could turn his head, he felt a chill in his throat.

The regent of Weidu might not believe that one of his titans died under the knife so close to a joke.

The sound of rumbling horseshoes was approaching, this was a big gamble - if He Geng didn't get the trick, and if he was a little slower, or his followers were a little faster, and the gap was not enough, it would be a dead end.

San Lun was sweating profusely, almost collapsed from nervousness.Su Yu was not much better than him, cold sweat slid down his chin, but before he could say a word, the two quickly took off He Geng's armor.

The Beiji army rushed to the front at He Geng's pace, and saw blood all over the ground, one person was lying in a pool of blood, and a group of people immediately let out a sigh of relief, "It can be regarded as dead."

He Geng ignored it, and gently pushed up the mask covering his face as if he was afraid of the cold, holding the golden knife in one hand, and picked up a man on the horse with the other like a chicken.

That man was as thin as a bamboo pole, and his features were quite feminine, but raw.

Before they could ask a question, the man raised his hand with a playful smile, "One of our own. Is it the general?"

He Geng nodded slightly.

Those people were immediately in awe - General He has always been aloof, and the one who can make him show something is probably someone from Weidu.

San Lun rolled his eyes, raised his eyebrows and scolded: "You idiot, give grandpa a horse!"

The army galloped across the grassland, but "He Geng" did not rush straight to the camp, but diverted to the east, heading towards Qingzhou.

He Geng never gave much explanation when using troops. The soldiers all pointed to where to fight, and they didn't ask too much. Only one person said: "Aren't our forwards going?"

San Lun's heart tightened, it turned out that this formation was just a forward.

He explained in a nonchalant way: "We in Longzhou, what is there to fight? The new military camp in Qingzhou is a big problem..."

Their group of forwards only heard that they came out to fight Longzhou, so they tried to test it first, so what He Geng brought out was a large group of elite cavalry.When I heard that I was going to Qingzhou, it made more sense-the iron plate that the Huben army rolled over was a steel city wall across the northern border of Dazhou.

The Jincuo knife was heavy and cold, and Su Yu held the handle tightly for fear of slipping.His face was stuffed in the mask, and the clothes inside were wet with cold sweat, and he only pricked up his ears.

They didn't know how long they walked, the north wind had picked up, and there was a faint sound of horseshoes rushing ahead, from east to west, about two miles away from their feet.

Su Yu raised a hand, and the brigade immediately fell silent.

Could it be that Qingzhou is sending troops to Longzhou?

Before they could finish thinking about it, Su Yu patted San Lun on the shoulder and pointed down the slope to the valley, motioning him to investigate.

With the Qingzhou Army in sight ahead, San Lun galloped down the mountain, halfway through, he couldn't help turning his head.

Su Yu stopped the horse, looked up and looked west, his posture was too tight and upright, revealing a piece of white skin on his neck.

He was nestled in He Geng's obviously too wide armor, but there was actually something wrong.Those Beiji people didn't notice it, but sooner or later they would.

San Lun gritted his teeth, threw down the whip, and rushed down like an arrow off the string.He knew that Su Yu was not looking at him, but he always felt that Su Yu's gaze was always covering the back of his head, making his eyes sour.

He ran non-stop all the way down the valley, almost unable to hold back the reins, and rolled directly under the horse's hooves, almost being trampled to death, and when he looked up, he was stunned, "...Mr. Li? Why are you still tied up?" Woke up?"

Li Tan was tied to the horse, his face darkened.

San Lun only heard a piece of soldiers unsheathed, and immediately raised his hands numbly to signal, "... my own! My mother... this time it's really my own! The top is the elite cavalry of Beiji, the general has already been defeated, and what's the matter?" There are three captains left, eight deputy captains, a total of more than 400 people..."

Su Yu raised his hand and opened the mask a little bit to let in some air.

Not nervous.

This kind of child's play method is just a word of "fast", and all the tactics and strategies are made as fast as lightning, which makes people tired of reacting, so that they can barely deceive people's eyes and ears.He played in Jinling once, and now thinking about it, he feels scared, but now he has no choice but to stand in the face again - still in front of He Geng's soldiers.

He exhaled, white mist poured into the air, and there was no sound behind him.

Putting such a team into the scattered Longzhou Army is like wolves into a flock of sheep.The most frightening thing is that this is just a striker.A surprise attack by the Beiji people will not stop there.

...By the way, Xie Huai didn't know that the people from Beiji were going to Longzhou.

In the silence, only the sound of the burning torches could be heard, as well as the somewhat hoarse and careless tone that King Huai usually used: "I don't believe you all."

He raised his eyes, his long eyebrows were habitually raised to one side, showing a hint of a joke, "You don't believe me either."

Spread your hands together, "That's it, both sides confess."

Another half hour of silence.

A brief murmur sounded from the outermost part of the crowd, and then the torches automatically parted to the two sides. Li Cunnian walked in slowly, lifted his robe and knelt down, and kowtowed first, "The last general is not strict in governing the army. I have wronged Your Highness this time. The last general Boldly, please Your Highness stay in Longzhou for a few more days to calm down the army."

As it should be.

Li Cunnian waited so long because he was feeling for the pulse of the Huben army.The more calm Xie Huai was, the less Li Cunnian dared to kill him.

"An army's heart".In less than a day, the Qingzhou Army will arrive.

Left and right stepped forward, beckoning Xie Huai to take off his sword.

His saber was given by the emperor in a fake manner, so he naturally threw it in Jinling. The sword in his hand was a cheap one, but its section was bright enough to reflect thousands of flames.

Xie Huai took his long sword out in a calm manner, looked down, lowered his eyes, as if the people around him were nothing but air.Just like when Mr. Kuo at the end of the month walked into a pawn shop, he wished he could cross his legs and tell the waiter in the shop, "Raise the price carefully, sir, I will redeem it sooner or later."

The flames on the sword flickered, Xie Huai felt dizzy, so he put the sword back into its sheath again, let go, and threw it to the soldier.

Before the little soldier could fully support the heavy iron sword, Li Cunnian stood up suddenly, and pulled out the long sword, the light arc cut, and with a sound of "Zheng", it suddenly fell across Xie Huai's neck!