Sha Po Lang

The chief manager walked faster and faster, and finally returned to his tent almost trotting all the way. , wiped a sleeve wet.

With a heavy heart, he waved away the female slave who was going to serve, motioned her not to disturb, and walked into the tent with three heavy doors.

The chief manager carefully checked around to make sure that there were no idlers nearby, then he closed the doors one by one, breathed a sigh of relief, and walked into the room.

At this moment, a sudden voice came from the room: "How is it?"

The head manager was caught off guard, trembling with fright in his own home, his limbs visibly twitched, and he stood dumbfounded at the door, with such three or four breaths, he felt that his heart was about to stop beating.

It wasn't until a familiar aristocratic old lady showed half of her face from the dimly lit room that he took a deep breath, regained his composure, waved his hands suspiciously, and walked into the room with the old lady.

The days are short and the nights are long in the north, and the lighting in the residence is limited, but the people in this room want to cover all the windows and sit around a dilapidated gas lamp in the dark.Several prominent families in the Eighteenth Tribal Alliance sent representatives, and a few seats away from these people were two Daliang people, a man and a woman.

Those two people followed the Eighteen Tribes even when they dressed, and they could tell the identity of Daliang people from their faces. People born in the barren and bitter cold land had faces, and even the nobles could tell that life was rough.粝.

These two people were Cao Chunhua and Chen Qingxu. They were one or two together, and they didn't bother to conceal their identities. The truce envoys sent by the northern border garrison in Daliang asked them to introduce Calais, the wolf king, while going up and down.

The two of them were very generous, and the generous gifts were given one by one, but the more generous Cao Chunhua knew that no one would introduce them for them——in the eyes of this group of barbarian nobles, the two of them might have become cash cows, and Once the lunatic who was seduced by Calais found out, the money tree would probably be uprooted.

While "urgently" expressing their desire to see Calais and Yinghuo, the two of them circled among these [-] tribes with floating thoughts. In less than a month, these nobles dared to sit together and discuss the wolf king secretly.

At the same time, Chen Qingxu roughly figured out the guard situation of the Wolf King's Tent after a few night visits, and it was just about to close the net at this time.

Someone poured a bowl of kumiss for the chief executive who came in from outside. The chief executive took it with both hands, trembling uncontrollably, and poured it down in one gulp, only then did he feel that he had come back to life.

He sat sprawled on one side, and said in a low voice: "Don't mention it, even the prince was beaten, and the wolf king is determined to do it."

Cao Chunhua said innocently: "The imperial court has sent envoys to the south, and the war there has ceased now, and it will be of no use for us to fight again. Why, didn't the chief executive convey this?"

The chief manager was really distressed and couldn't speak, his whole body seemed to be leaking, and he raised his hand and sweated on his brow: "Little brother, if I say this today, I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for me."

The nobles of the eighteen tribes in Yishui were all silent, while Cao Chunhua shook his head and said slowly: "Then there is no other way. Gu Shuai got a letter from Gu Shuai. Gu Shuai accused the two of us of being unfavorable in doing things, saying that if there is no result, he will send troops to attack. We are nothing. It is a big deal to go back for training and fine two months' salary, but I know everyone They probably don't want to go to war."

The chief executive's face turned into a large bitter gourd.

At this time, Chen Qingxu said, "Let's go, we will try our best."

Chen Qingxu has an unquestionable temperament, it's fine if you don't speak, but once you speak, you can always make a final decision. Hearing this, before Cao Chunhua had time to react, a group of northern barbarian nobles had already exploded, and the old woman sitting in the first place panicked. Anxiously grabbed her sleeve: "Wait!"

Chen Qingxu gave her a cool look.

The wrinkles on the old woman's face twisted a few times, and she revealed a witch-like kindness, and she smiled apologetically: "Girl, let us think of a way for a few more days, my king is a bit self-willed, but I am his elder anyway, Let me talk about it and try it, you don’t rush to leave.”

"Ma'am, it's not that we're unreasonable," Cao Chunhua sighed, "We also follow orders and don't dare to make our own decisions."

Chen Qingxu pulled out her sleeves, and said calmly: "If the wolf king insists on fighting this battle to the end for his own personal revenge, it probably won't be of any use for Madam to say it. "

This sentence pierced the hearts of everyone present.

A while ago, when several tribal leaders joined forces to rebel, they made a fuss about the close relationship between Jialai Yinghuo and the goddess in the early years. The goddess has been dead for more than 20 years. Is there any ulterior relationship with Jialai? , so far there is no way to prove it, but once the seeds of doubt are planted, how can it be so easy to remove?

Calais Yinghuo has been inciting his people to work for him with "blood feud" and "great shame", but "forgetting the pain when the scar is healed" is a mortal's vice, he may be able to incite the blood for a while, and when the supplies are unsustainable, the stomach will be full When it becomes a problem, can the "great shame" more than 20 years ago be more painful than starving children?

If a person has been dead for so many years and still lingers around the tribe like a ghost, causing nothing but war and bloodshed, is she a pure goddess who lives forever, or a monster who deceives the world?

After Chen Qingxu finished speaking, she ignored the Beiman people with different expressions, nodded lightly, and walked out with Cao Chunhua one after the other.

Seeing that they had made up their minds and refused to accommodate, the old Beiman woman suddenly made up her mind and knocked the walking stick in her hand on the ground fiercely: "From now on, within two days, I implore your envoy to drag us along." In the past two days, my old woman has lived for more than 70 years, so I will use this age as a guarantee, and I will give you an explanation in two days!"

This old woman has a high seniority in the clan, and the wolf king would call her aunt. When she spoke, no one objected in public for a while, only the bitter chief executive moved his lips, and was glared at by the old woman with sharp white eyes. went back.

Cao Chunhua and Chen Qingxu looked at each other, frowned for a long time as if embarrassed, and finally said reluctantly: "Then... okay, since it is the promise of Mrs. Hongxia, we have to give it a try. , I’m waiting for your good news, so farewell.”

When the two outsiders left through the secret passage at the back door, the northern barbarian nobles in the room were blown up.

The chief manager said to Mrs. Hongxia without tears: "Third mother-in-law, didn't you hear me clearly just now? Wang is determined to fight this battle, even the prince, look at me This end... just this... Wang's original words are that if you don't have Ziliujin, go digging, if you don't have enough supplies, let the corpses, let everyone pay for it!"

Before Mrs. Hongxia had time to speak, a middle-aged man was already furious: "Why is he still dreaming of his own spring and autumn dream? Does he want to attack the Central Plains through the defense line of the Black Iron Battalion or wait for the western monkeys to bring food and drink? We are going to After 20 years of gathering [-] warriors, countless firearms and armor, top-notch dry food and jerky, and combined operations in all four directions at the same time, he failed to set foot in the Central Plains! He is still dreaming of this kind of dream Why? Is the street full of hunger? I don’t think we can satisfy his appetite even if we drain our bone marrow!”

His voice was like a folk song howling when herding sheep, and the bells and gongs rang without concealment. Several people around him immediately showed panic, and they all advised him, a middle-aged man, to be cautious in his words and deeds.

The angry middle-aged man sat down and sneered, "Third Granny, I don't think you can keep your promise this time, don't say you're bragging about relying on the old man, even if you hang yourself up, that lunatic Calais won't let you down!" I won't lift my eyelids."

Madam Hongxia raised her shriveled eyelids, and slammed her crutch aside: "Shut up, useless thing, what's the use of calling out in the room!"

The middle-aged man snorted indignantly.

Mrs. Hongxia's expression remained unchanged, but a few tendons like old tree roots were exposed on the back of her skinny hand, and then she said slowly: "Last time, the wolf king saved a hand and dealt with a few tribal leaders. Say, does he have a second hand?"

The room was silent, completely frightened by the old woman's shocking boldness, it took a long time for the chief manager to tremble and say: "Third, third grandma, the blood under the wolf flag...isn't done yet."

"Death by resisting is also death, and being dragged down to death is also death. What's the difference?" The old lady's hoarse voice sounded in the silence, "Your ancestors had wolf blood in their bodies, and now they are all tamed. Have you become a dog? Or are you saying that you would rather watch your wives and children starve to death or die in battle than to live on for a few more months?"

She raised her head slowly, her cloudy eyes swept over the barbarian nobles who were full of ghosts, and seeing some of them had serious faces, some thoughtful, some looked hesitant, and some were trembling, she sneered and said, "I know All of you here are not of the same mind. Some of you may already be planning to sell this old woman to Calais when you get out of this room. Let me put it this way, cowards. If we succeed this time, we will save your life, yes. You are not bad, and if you fail, it won’t implicate those of you who stay out of the matter—it’s the rats who are thinking about going out to inform. Getting too close to us old, lifeless things, acting suspicious?"

The middle-aged man who was filled with righteous indignation just now jumped up and said: "You are right, Third Granny, I will follow you!"

Over the years, the nobles of the [-] tribes have been seduced and oppressed by Calais too much. The nobles hated him and were afraid of his high-handed policy. When the leader came out, many outraged people followed suit.

Mrs. Hongxia turned to the Chief Manager: "It doesn't work if we try to break the sky, and we still have to rely on the Chief Manager."

Under the gaze of all the people, the chief executive sat stiffly for a moment as if he was about to evaporate, steaming the entire room without sunlight, and finally gritted his teeth and slapped his thigh: "Third mother-in-law orders!"

When a country is in peril, there must be bloody conflicts in the structure of power—whether it is Daliang, or the Eighteen tribes of Sirius...even foreigners trapped in the south of the Yangtze River, all cannot escape this situation of poverty and change , There are very dangerous and [-]% chances, one step forward is the prosperity of the family and the country, and one step behind may be the death of the family.

At this time, a turbulent undercurrent spread in the eighteen tribes of the northern barbarians, and the nobles with the surnames went to organize their own forces without mentioning it.

On the second night, a black shadow like a swallow jumped up to the watchtower among the Eighteen Tribes—this was funded and built by foreigners, and they were responsible for the maintenance at the beginning. Some of the lighters have failed, and they basically only serve as decorations.

The guards on the tower have been brought down silently, and the man who jumped up to the watchtower showed his face in the moonlight. Top, there are already people waiting up there.

The "house slave" stood still and wiped his face, revealing a ever-changing Cao Chunhua.

Cao Chunhua said: "Understood, the chief executive put something calming in the medicine of Calais Yinghuo."

Chen Qingxu: "Didn't you want to poison him directly?"

"It's not that easy," Cao Chunhua said, "Calai is a master of voodoo. If he doesn't get it right, he will scare the snake. It's a medicine for calming the nerves. He usually prepares some. Even if he finds out, he won't be suspicious. Wang There are family members of various noble surnames among the guards of the tent. These people have already been ordered to do it at night without anyone noticing, try not to disturb Calais as much as possible, let him die in the bed tent, quietly, tomorrow morning Just push the heir to the throne. Once it is confirmed that Calais' medicine has entered the mouth, the chief manager will use Ye Xiao's name as a name, and we will wait——Has the commander informed you?"

The silver ball in the middle of Chen Qingxu's finger flashed, it was the signal flare that Shen Yi gave her.This little thing had been hidden in her sleeve all this time, and she was suddenly reluctant to take it out to use it.

Cao Chunhua didn't know all these thoughts, but said with emotion: "A generation of heroes, the people below want to rebel against him, and they don't even want to hear his last words. How do you say that?"

"I'm so afraid of him," Chen Qingxu stood on the watchtower, looking in the direction of Wang Zhang through the clairvoyance on the bridge of his nose, "I haven't asked yet, how did you let Mrs. Hongxia come forward to lead this lead?"

"Madame Hongxia's son died on the battlefield," Cao Chunhua said carelessly, pinning her hair behind her ear, "only one grandson was left for her, and the grandson was almost sixteen. A 16-year-old boy must join the army. I saw her son a few times when I sneaked into the barbarians. I pinched the face of the ghost a few nights ago and visited the old mother for him... Maybe it’s not like it, but it’s black and white Yes, she was old and dim-sighted, so she got away with it. I cried with her, and I just said that I couldn't bear the young son Jiaoer to follow his father's old path... You see, my eye sockets haven't gone swollen yet. The sky has been covered with something, Miss Chen, do you have any special medicine to reduce swelling?"

Chen Qingxu: "..."

Cao Chunhua shook her head and said to Yue with self-pity: "How many tears have I shed in the face of others? Alas, this is really..."

Chen Qingxu: "Shh - did you hear that?"

In the bleak night, a few sharp cries of night owls sounded suddenly, and the chief executive made a move!

Chen Qingxu pushed open the window of the watchtower, and an almost invisible silk thread was shot out from her fingertips and hung down from the tower, just enough for her toes to use her strength to go away.

Cao Chunhua took out a small pot of Ziliujin from her bosom, and poured it on the watchtower from a high place, making the illusion of oil leaking from the tower, and then lit it neatly.The fierce flames meandered down like a real dragon, instantly reflecting the watchtower as if it were daytime. Taking advantage of the watchtower's fire, Chen Qingxu bounced the signal flare in his hand high, and the signal flare went straight up and down. Second, split a lightning-like white light - that white light is very special, it is not dazzling at close range, but it is easily covered by the flame of Ziliujin, and the penetrating power can only be distinguished from a distance. beam.

Shen Yi, who had been in ambush for a long time, saw it from his clairvoyance and jumped up: "Commander, let's do it!"

Gu Yun let out a long whistle, and the black eagle, like a bat in the dark night, quickly swept past the ground, only hearing the sound of the wind, but not seeing the person.

Shen Yi couldn't wait to rush out, but when he remembered something, he turned back and said to Gu Yun, "Zixi, you just came back from Jiangnan yesterday, and you didn't take a break, can you take it?"

Gu Yun was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "Oh my god, how did you develop such endless worries? Leave me alone, just watch Miss Chen—don't worry, I can watch Calais seduce that ugly grandson." Going to the end of the road is more effective than any panacea."

There is also the secret technique of voodoo that was hidden by that old lunatic, Gu Yun didn't dare to talk about it, and he didn't dare to look forward to it too much, but he still wanted to come and see for himself.

What if?

"In case Wu'ergu really has a solution," Gu Yun thought secretly, "I'll go to the Huguo Temple to offer incense to the bald donkeys."

Chen Qingxu was unparalleled in lightness, and disappeared immediately after landing. The rebels of the Eighteen Tribes wanted Calais to die silently, but she didn't want him to have no last words—otherwise, who would ask for voodoo secrets? go?

Cao Chunhua was already struggling to follow, but in the middle of the run, she suddenly heard the scream of Bai Hong drawing her bowstring.

Cao Chunhua looked up and saw the fire rising to the sky from the south. He knew that the Black Tie Battalion had arrived, and it might not take long to break through the northern barbarian defense line.But after just such a moment of distraction, when he looked again, Chen Qingxu's figure had disappeared.

In Chen Qingxu's opinion, the guards of the Wolf King's Tent were quite ordinary, but half of them were engaged in conspiracy and tricks that night. She got in without much effort and landed behind the Wolf King Banner. A small group of rebels rushed to the main tent with knives and guns, and then fell lightly, trailing behind them without anyone noticing.

The rebels marched towards the main tent unprepared, but Chen Qingxu noticed something was wrong on the way - she knew that there would be fewer guards in the wolf king's tent tonight, but there was no reason for such a decrease.

Chen Qingxu's heart tightened suddenly, and the knife slipped into her palm.

But at this time, the rebels had arrived at the main tent of the king's tent in Calais.

Suddenly there was a light sound in the air, and the four doors of the well-ventilated main tent were suddenly opened, and countless bows and short cannons were exposed from the window door. Unsuspecting rebels were stuck in the middle.