Wen Xiangyanyu

Early the next morning.

When Wen Ying got up together, Zheng Mu excitedly came to report to him, saying that he had finally found out the exact location of the Luo Tower Department, and two other prisoners couldn't stand it, and agreed to lead them the way.

"Their tribe has a total of about 5 people, including [-] cavalrymen and nearly [-] slaves. They are all people who have been abducted from our Dacheng Dynasty in recent years. There is a big difference between the information and the information we collected earlier. Few." Zheng Mu gritted his teeth as he said, wishing he could peel off these Luota people.

Wen Ying nodded when he heard the words, and ordered to go down. After breakfast, the whole army broke out and entered the mountain.

Ling Qiyan wiped his precious sword enthusiastically. After wiping, he wanted to help Wen Ying wipe it again. He pulled out his sword, but saw that it was still stained with bloody foam, and immediately said with disgust: "You Did you steal away to kill again in the middle of the night last night?"

Wen Ying came over, took the sword away from his hand, took the fur and wiped it clean without letting Ling Qiyan touch it.

Ling Qiyan pressed him: "What are you talking about, who did you kill last night? Those prisoners of the Luota tribe? Do you still need to do it yourself?"

Wen Ying didn't make a sound, just glanced at him lightly.

"... see what I do?"

It was clearly just a casual glance, but it was fierce and penetrating enough. If another person saw Wen Ying's eyes, he might have lowered his head and knelt on the ground.

Every time at this time, Ling Qiyan had to sigh that he had offended this person so much and robbed him of his identity for 20 years, and now he was still alive and enjoying the food and drink by the side of this cruel tyrant, thanks to his good-looking face.

"I kill people, do you mind?"

Ling Qiyan was speechless: "I have nothing to worry about."

...You don't have to kill me.

Wen Ying ignored him, put the sword back into its sheath, and lowered his voice: "Go and eat."

At four quarters of the hour, [-] soldiers and horses set off from the camp and entered the mountain along the direction of the rising sun.

Passing through narrow and long valleys, wading through lakes and swamps, and then crossing a dense jungle, until noon, they finally stopped outside a very inconspicuous cave.

There were more than a dozen Luota soldiers holding hands at the entrance of the cave. Before they could react, Dacheng soldiers had already raised their knives and quickly dealt with them.

Wen Ying sent a team into the cave to investigate, and the army waited in place.

Ling Qiyan turned his eyes and looked around. They had been walking for several hours. This place is located deep in the deep mountains and old forests. If it wasn't for the Luota captives leading the way, they might not have been able to find it in this mountain for a few years. can be found here.

Two quarters of an hour later, the team sent to investigate came back and confirmed that it was indeed the lair of the Luota people. They did not startle the snake, and the Luota people did not know that Dacheng's soldiers had arrived at the door.

Wen Ying ordered to move on, and after walking through a cave where he could barely see his fingers, he suddenly saw a large dense bush forest. The spies who came in first had already dealt with the Luo Ta soldiers who were guarding here.

Dacheng's soldiers and horses quietly assembled in the forest, formed a formation, covered by bushes, and observed the Luota people below who were still unaware of the imminent danger.

Under the bushes, there is a mountain meadow that looks like a paradise. The place is very large, surrounded by mountains, and the wooden houses and tents are row upon row.

This is the lair of the Luota people they have been looking for. These people are hiding here, peeping at the border of the Dacheng Dynasty, showing their minions time and time again.

The autumn wind kept whistling, Wen Ying's face sank like water, and he ordered in a deep voice: "The whole army attacks."

A sharp horn sounded through the sky.

The Luota people didn't even understand what happened, Dacheng's forward army brandished their knives and guns, descended from the sky, and rushed towards them.

The Luota people had no power to resist, screaming and running around in a panic, falling down one after another.

Most of their cavalry were still eating and resting in the camp, and they didn't even get on their horses. Within half an hour, the entire army was wiped out, and the camp changed hands.

Dacheng's soldiers and horses won a complete victory and captured nearly 4 people alive. The slaves in the sheep pen were rescued by Zheng Mu and they knelt on the ground, crying bitterly.

Ling Qiyan frowned. These people were dressed in rags, and they were neither human nor ghost. They did not know how much training they had undergone here before they became what they are today.

In comparison, those prisoners of the Luota tribe who were also kneeling on the ground were dressed and looked much better, especially those who looked at their high status, they were all fat and strong, and they didn't know how much they had eaten. The people's fat and people's ointment.

Even if they were scared out of their wits at the moment, their faces were ashen and defeated, and they kept kowtowing for mercy, but it was even more puzzling.

Wen Ying tightened the reins and stepped forward holding the sword. The patriarch of the Luota tribe was lifted up by his braid, his eyes widened in extreme horror. Wen Ying raised the sword in his hand and cut off his head neatly. .

With the long cry of the mount under him, stinky blood poured out, dousing his armor.

The fat and strong body fell to the ground with a bang, those Luota people who were lying on the ground, who had been lucky at first, were shaking like chaff, and did not dare to make a sound.

Wen Ying didn't look at them again, and said "Kill them all" indifferently, and put his sword back into its sheath.

Ling Qiyan looked at his stern figure riding back against the light, his heart trembled slightly, and there was a throbbing, and he took a deep breath to suppress those inexplicable emotions.

... This man is really good at showing off.

Dacheng's soldiers and horses set up camp on the spot. In the tent of the commander, Zhang Kan and others were persuading Wen Ying: "My lord, those young and strong will be killed as soon as they are killed, but there are still nearly 2 old and weak women and children... really want to join them. Execution?"

Wen Ying said indifferently: "Kill it."

Zhang Kan was worried: "But the massacre of civilians, if the news spreads, it will hurt your reputation after all, not to mention those are just unarmed people. Besides, I will go to fight other tribes of the Bahrain tribe later. If they know that they are defeated There is only one dead end, no one can survive, and they will fight desperately at all costs, are we asking for trouble?"

Without waiting for Wen Ying to say anything, Ling Qiyan, who was drinking tea, said casually: "What Vice President Zhang said, have these Luota people ever shown mercy to my Dacheng people? Not to mention those who were rescued from outside, who died after so many years. Their swords are countless, how many times have they massacred villages, and those are also unarmed old and weak women and children."

Being choked by him, Zhang Kan blushed, hesitantly said with shame: "The general is just worried that doing this will make the prince known as violent..."

Ling Qiyan disagreed: "The so-called civilians are not innocent. The things their cavalry robbed were enjoyed by the old and weak, women and children, and the people who were robbed were also treated as slaves by them. Sometimes you can escape, as for those who are violent and not violent, justice is at ease in people's hearts, so why care about those gossips."

"Furthermore, it was because the imperial court was too soft-hearted to the Barringtons before that it caused them to pretend to surrender countless times, turn around and turn their backs on them. If they are not completely subdued, there will be endless troubles in the future."

Wen Ying's subordinates were left speechless, and they naturally understood the truth, but they had to be too scruples. They, like Ling Qiyan, did not dare to open their mouths to talk about the court.

Wen Ying had lowered his voice, and ordered again: "Cut the weeds by eradicating the roots, so that we can really kill chickens and monkeys. As for other things, don't worry too much, just kill them all."

A group of people had to take orders.

After these people left, Ling Qiyan went to Wen Ying's side, and asked with a smile: "Are you really planning to kill them all? Are you really not afraid that after this incident, people will be rumored to be an evil god descending into the world?"

Wen Ying looked at him in a blink of an eye: "Didn't you just say that justice is at ease?"

"You have made up your mind to kill someone, so I must speak for you." Ling Qiyan said confidently.

Wen Ying stared: "Do you think they shouldn't be killed?"

Ling Qiyan pursed her lips: "If you want to kill, you can kill it. If there is something you should or should not do, you really deserve it."

He knew that with Wen Ying's personality, it was rare for him to be merciful.

In the past, Shen Xingyao's gang killed Zhao Xi, and later he killed them all to pay for Zhao Xi's life.

These Luota people have killed countless people of Dacheng, it is a kindness not to cut them into pieces, how could he give them alive again.

Wen Ying eased his expression: "Yes."

Ling Qiyan kicked him: "Men Hulu, can't you say two more words?"

"You say yes, that's fine."

Ling Qiyan was at a loss for words, what's the point?

Wen Yinghu asked him again: "Are you afraid that the evil god will come to the world?"

"What do I have to be afraid of?" Ling Qiyan said casually, "I'm not afraid of you."

After all, there was a subtle touch in his heart, an inexplicable feeling that he was not afraid of anyone, but he didn't care about the emperor, he didn't care about Shen Shi and Ling Qiyu, only Wen Ying , as if subconsciously felt that he would not harm himself.

Wen Ying stretched out his hand to touch his face lightly, and gave another faint "hmm".

Ling Qiyan suddenly felt a little embarrassed, the place he touched was slightly hot, and he turned his eyes away embarrassedly.

An hour later, Zheng Mu led people to take a preliminary inventory of the property seized from the entire Luota Department, and returned to report.

The people of Luota tribe are very rich, not to mention gold, silver and money, there are [-] cattle and sheep, and nearly [-] good horses, which can be said to be very fruitful for them.

"The Luota tribe is a large tribe closest to our Dacheng Dynasty. The Barrington court valued them very much. According to their account, these horses were sold to them by the Barrington court, and the cavalry was also sent by the Barrington court to help them train. Those who come out, and then use them as thugs, go to our Dacheng border every year to burn, kill and loot, and they will share half with the Barrington court for the things they rob."

Zheng Mu spoke in a bad mood. These Barrington people are really heinous. Before that, he vaguely felt that Wen Ying's words of killing everyone were too much. Countless, at first glance, they were looted from the Dacheng Dynasty, and they felt that their death was really not a pity.

Wen Ying ordered in a cold voice: "Everything will be used as military supplies. The order will be passed down to rest here tonight. Tomorrow, we will break out of the camp and kill a thousand sheep, roast mutton, and cook mutton soup to reward the entire army."

"Promise!" Zheng Mu took the order loudly.

As soon as Ling Qiyan heard that there was a good horse, he immediately became interested and wanted to go out to see it, but was stopped by Wen Ying: "I'll go later."

Ling Qiyan was not happy: "Why later? I want to see it now."

Wen Ying frowned and reminded him: "There are people killing people outside."

"What's wrong with killing people, then I have to go and see."

The execution ground is by the river.

Their barracks were set up at the foot of the mountain, not too far from the riverside. Even so, as soon as they walked out of the tent, they could still hear the faint howling and screaming from the other end, wrapped in the wailing and whimpering autumn wind. Can not help the scalp numb.

Wen Ying stopped in his tracks and asked Ling Qiyan, "Do you have to go?"

"Go and have a look." Ling Qiyan insisted.

There are heavy soldiers guarding the riverside, and Luota people are constantly being escorted forward. There are ten people in groups, regardless of gender, age or age. The swords in Dacheng soldiers' hands come in and out, and corpses fall one after another. The riverside is already full of corpses. Mountain Blood Sea, the originally clear river water has been dyed bright red.

The rescued slaves were all watching by the river, none of them felt sympathetic, and there was only carefree hatred on their faces.

Ling Qiyan stared at them for a while, then turned around and asked Wen Ying: "Poor scholar, do you think that if our identities hadn't been changed back then, would I be the same as these people? It could die at any moment."

"No." Wen Ying said in a deep voice.

"Why not?"

"If I say no, I won't."

Ling Qiyan snorted and laughed, and the restlessness in his heart disappeared.

The two of them were talking, one of the Luota people who were kneeling and waiting to be dealt with suddenly burst into a fit. Rushing in front of Wen Ying, a dagger appeared in his hand at some point, his ferocious face twisted with hatred, shouting something and waving the dagger at Wen Ying.

Wen Ying stood on the spot without moving, and even his complexion didn't change a bit. The hand on the hilt of his waist was ready to be unsheathed at any time.

In the next moment, a fierce sword wind swept across his face. The Luota youth stared wide-eyed, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He looked down in disbelief. A long sword had already been inserted into his chest. After that, the sharp sword retracted. , the boy fell to the ground with a bang, and the dagger fell to his side.

Only then did the soldiers come to their senses and hurried over to plead guilty and clean up the mess. Ling Qiyan shook the blood-stained sword in his hand and said excitedly: "This sword is quite useful. I finally saw the blood return today, which is enjoyable."

Wen Ying's ink-stained eyes were fixed on him, Ling Qiyan put the sword back into its sheath, raised his eyes inadvertently, met Wen Ying's eyes, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Wen Ying said hoarsely: "Just now, you..."

"Oh, you don't have to thank me too much, it's just a matter of raising your hands." Ling Qiyan waved his hands triumphantly.

Wen Ying still looked at him.

"Let's go back."

After a while, he threw out these three words, turned around and left first.

Ling Qiyan was puzzled, what happened to this man?

Without thinking too much, he hurried to follow.

Back in the tent, Wen Ying untied the sword at Ling Qiyan's waist without saying a word, drew the sword out of its sheath, took a piece of fur, and wiped it carefully for him.

Ling Qiyan reached out to poke his arm: "What's the matter with you?"

"The next time I encounter this kind of thing, I can do it myself."

Wen Ying's voice was hoarse, and a sound rolled out of his throat.

Ling Qiyan was taken aback for a moment, and immediately lowered his face: "You think I'm just looking for trouble? I can't even help you? Why are you so kind as to treat yourself like a donkey? Don't appreciate it."

He angrily sat down in the chair, not wanting to talk to anyone anymore.

Wen Ying put the cleaned sword back into its sheath, walked over, and handed the sword to him.

Ling Qi refused to accept the banquet, and said angrily: "You take it away, I don't want it anymore."

Wen Ying bent down, put his hands on the armrests on both sides of the seat, and looked him in the eye: "No more?"

Ling Qiyan snorted, "What's the use of coming here, I'll help you kill someone who sneaked up on you, and you won't be happy."

"Not unhappy."

Wen Ying grabbed his hand and handed the sword into his hand: "No."

Ling Qiyan rejected him awkwardly for a while, holding his sword in his arms: "Then tell me, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Ying only looked at him.

Ling Qiyan frowned.

Wen Ying's lips kissed, Ling Qiyan couldn't help but widen his eyes.

His lower lip was bitten lightly by him, Ling Qiyan came back to his senses and stretched out his hand to push him.

But it can't be pushed.

Wen Ying reached out with his long arm, pulled him into his arms forcefully, and pressed his tongue between his lips and teeth.

Ling Qiyan still wanted to struggle, but Wen Ying had picked him up and sat down, then pressed him onto his lap, and kissed him fiercely.

Ling Qiyan was quickly kissed until he was out of breath, his eyes were red, and Taohua's eyes were full of water, so he had to let go.

He licked his bitten lip and complained vaguely: "You bullied me again..."

Wen Ying's breathing was a little short, and he helped him lick the blood from his lips, and hugged him even tighter.

Ling Qiyan buried her head in his neck, hummed twice, and did not move.

After a while of silence, he said in a muffled voice, "What's the matter with you? Why are you unhappy again for no reason, just because I killed someone?"

"I'm not unhappy." Wen Ying still said the same sentence.

Ling Qiyan didn't believe it: "Obviously there is, why don't you admit it."

"I'm happy if you help me, but if I give you the sword, you just need to protect yourself, and don't care about anyone else, including me." Warm lips pressed to Ling Qiyan's ear, almost Said this sentence slowly like a whisper.

Ling Qiyan was speechless: "...Why are you like this?"

Wen Ying lowered his head and kissed his lips again.