Slag to the collapse of the world [Quick Transmigration]

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Jizhou.

night.

When the moon is dark and the wind is high, it is suitable for stealing, plotting, robbery and murder.

All in all, a good day to break the law.

Yan Tong was lying on the horse's back. He was dressed in black and had a long knife hanging from his waist. He followed the traces of footprints on the side of the road. At the same time, he was very thankful that the tracking skills he learned in the military middle school did not fail.

After chasing all the way from Qingzhou to Jizhou, for three or four days, he finally pushed the three people in front to a dead end.

Yan Tong looked at the woods in front of him, got off his horse, reached out and stroked the black horse's mane twice as comfort, and then walked into the woods.A layer of old dead leaves had accumulated in the forest, and he stepped on it, but he didn't even make the slightest sound.

He walked a short distance into the woods, and soon saw the fire.

When being followed by someone, lighting a fire at night was a big taboo. Apparently, the few people in front were almost driven mad by him. They would rather light a fire than continue to wait in the dark, even if the short-lived light would bring death.

Yan Tong followed the firelight to find the past, pressed his left hand on the handle of the knife, and stood quietly at the junction of the firelight and the night.

The three people paralyzed by the fire were not mediocre, they immediately spotted him, picked up the guys one after another, jumped up from the ground, and stared at him vigilantly.

Yan Tong still stood where he was, without moving an inch.

This kind of confrontation was extremely exhausting, and soon some of the three people couldn't support it.Although the man was still holding the handle of the knife vigorously, the knife was almost dragged to the ground. He gasped and stared at Yan Tong, and said fiercely: "Luo Hongmei! The three of us just said a few bad things about Qipanzhai. Fortunately, you caught me right away, and now I have apologized, and you chased after me—what else do you want!"

"You said a few bad words." Yan Tong put his left hand on the handle of the knife, pointing out this point flatly: "You Cangshan Sanxiong pretended to be the name of the village under the Qipan Mountain, bullying farmers and insulting women. Hit by me?"

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Yan Tong's identity in this world is Luo Hongmei, the leader of Qingzhou Qipanzhai. Five years ago, he led a few cronies to rebel against the frontier army and fled to the hinterland of Qingzhou.This group of thieves is entrenched in Qipanshan, and Luo Hongmei is good at the art of war. The state government sent troops to encircle and suppress them several times but they all failed, so they had to let it go and turn a blind eye to the group of people in Qipanzhai.

Four days ago, Luo Hongmei was surveying the terrain by herself at the foot of Qipan Mountain to deliberate on the layout of defensive checkpoints. He happened to bump into the Sanxiong of Cangshan who broke into a farmer and raped his wife and daughter in front of the head of the household. While having fun, he forced the head of the household to kneel On the ground: "I'm the grandfather of the Qipan village on the mountain, and I came here to pamper your wife, muddy legs, why don't you kneel down and thank you?"

After Sanxiong finished having fun, before he could pull up his pants, Luo Hongmei slashed him in the face.

The three heroes of Cangshan were all people who have been famous for more than ten years. The knife cut one person's face and cut another person's hair. The third person was clever, avoided it, and ran away.

Luo Hongmei sent an arrow to notify the brothers on the mountain, and they also rode their horses to catch up.

Soon the other people in Qipanzhai were thrown off by Sanxiong, only Luo Hongmei chased the first three from Qingzhou all the way to Jizhou, during which they fought several times, finally pushing Sanxiong into a desperate situation.

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The Three Heroes of Cangshan Mountain were chased away by Luo Hongmei on horseback for three and a half days, and all of them had dozens of stab wounds on their bodies.

Yan Tong was not in a hurry to do it either—according to Sanxiong's style, he must have some skills to survive to this day.The current situation is that he has the upper hand, and there is no need to trouble himself.

He waited for a while, and sure enough, he found Sanxiong's doorway.

"Master Luo!" Cheng Jiao, the eldest of the three heroes, threw down his knife and knelt on the ground with a plop, kowtowing more diligently than his grandson, "Master Luo, you are a wise old man, and our Cangshan three... dogs are useless, but they are still a little Famous waste, you must have thought of it, why don't we look for your old man's troubles?"

Yan Tong didn't respond, but took a step slowly.

As soon as he took this step, the murderous aura in his body suddenly increased. Cheng Jiao knocked his head to the ground and didn't dare to get up again, and his speech was not smooth, "You, you let us go, I will tell you-why."

With the martial arts of Cangshan Sanxiong, it is definitely not boring enough to make life difficult for an old farmer.Yan Tong knew that there must be something wrong with this matter, but he had no interest in finding out, so he just sneered: "You think your bullshit news can buy three lives?"

Cheng Jiao raised his head suddenly: "How about buying one?"

Yan Tong was taken aback for a moment, but before he realized what he meant, Cheng Jiao raised his hand and shot two darts—not at Luo Hongmei, but at his two brothers.

How could the remaining two of Cangshan's three heroes have expected that the boss would attack him, and they were immediately recruited.

Yan Tong pulled out his knife to protect himself in front of him when he heard the sound of breaking through the air. After Cheng Jiao killed his brother, he kicked up his knife without any nostalgia or hesitation, and copied it into his hand. Turned around and fled into the woods.

Yan Tong wanted to chase after him, but when he saw the two corpses on the ground, he changed his mind.

He approached the second child, utterly dead.

He approached the third child again, the third child was still alive, hanging his last breath, looked up at him in a puddle of blood, and said angrily: "Someone... wants us...to go to Qipanzhai... ..."

Yan Tong squatted down in front of him.

The third child raised his eyelids with difficulty, his voice became weaker and more difficult, "Xijing's disappearance..."

When he said this, there was no more breath in his mouth, only those eyes were still open, and he would not die.

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Yan Tong squatted next to the corpse for a while, then stood up, snorted coldly, stretched out his foot and kicked the third child's eyelids shut.

He came out of the woods, whistled softly, and soon a black horse came out of nowhere, and ran to him with its hooves.

Yan Tong stretched out his hand, caressing the black horse's mane.

This is Luo Hongmei's old habit. Whenever there is something difficult in her heart, she likes to stroke the mane of this horse.

This horse was brought to Qipanzhai by him from the frontier army.Since he joined the army, Sui has followed him—so now Luo Hongmei can only find a little peace by being by Aima's side.

Yan Tong subconsciously looked up at the night sky, remembering the last words of the third child.

Xijing.

He didn't know what the third child wanted to tell him about Xijing, news?disappear?joke? ——Whatever, anyway, as long as it has something to do with Xijing, it's not good.

The border has been fairly peaceful these years, but unfortunately the emperor likes military exploits, so the generals of the frontier army want to provoke the northern barbarians whenever they have nothing to do, so that they can fight a few battles.

Five years ago, Luo Hongmei's boss was greedy for meritorious deeds, and the 1000-man vanguard team led by Luo Hongmei fell into the encirclement of the northern barbarians.The Northern Man general was probably just as greedy as the imperial court, and forgot the principle that a siege must be censored, which caused Luo Hongmei's frantic counterattack.

The battle was chaotic at that time, so Luo Hongmei pretended to be a Northern Man, mingled with the Northern Man general, and then chopped off his head.

This was the biggest achievement of the frontier army in those three years.

Afterwards, the vanguard army who escaped from death counted the number of people, and there were less than 1000 people left from the original [-] people.

And among the more than 800 heroic souls, there is only one sentence among Luo Hongmei's boss: greedy for merit, rushing forward, disrupting the formation of the army, death is not a pity.

Luo Hongmei casually tore off a piece of clothing to cover her wound, rushed into the tent and had a big fight with her boss.

After the quarrel, he didn't wait for his conviction to come down, and that night he took a few confidants, rode his beloved horse, and ran away from the barracks at night, all the way to Qipanshan in Qingzhou.

In Xijing, Yan Tong turned over and rode on the horse, thinking, his old acquaintances are probably eating delicious food and drinking spicy food in Xijing.

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When Yan Tong returned to Qipanzhai, it was night, the Juyi Hall was brightly lit, and several leaders were drunk, wondering whose birthday they were celebrating.

He originally just came over to take a look at the Juyi Hall because it was so lively, but now he couldn't leave - when the big leader came back, everyone insisted on pulling him to toast.

Luo Hongmei had always had a good capacity for alcohol, so Yan Tong never refused to come. He had only walked halfway through a Juyi hall, and he had already drunk seven or eight glasses of wine, and his face was flushed from drinking.

Although Luo Hongmei was a bandit from the frontier army and turned to work, she had an extremely handsome face, so pretty that all the young girls and boys within a hundred and eighty miles together would not feel ashamed in front of him.

It's a pity that this face always carries the evil spirit of not getting close to strangers, and only after drinking, the people in Qipanzhai dare to look at his face a few more times.

When Yan Tong walked to the middle of the Juyi Hall, the atmosphere that had suddenly cooled down because of his arrival had just begun to come alive.

Ever since chasing and killing the three heroes of Cangshan, Yan Tong has always been suppressing the last few words of the third child in his heart, and his mood has not been going well. It is not until now that he drinks with others that he feels much more comfortable.

He was smiling and accepting a toast from a small boss when Li Xiucai hurried over suddenly.

Li Xiucai was his dog-headed military advisor——Although Luo Hongmei had fought in the frontier army, he had never studied strategy and art of war seriously, so he invited this low-ranking scholar to come.

Up and down Qipanzhai, except for himself and the few confidantes he brought at the beginning who could barely read, the rest of the brothers were basically illiterate, so they respected this talented military adviser more or less.

In front of the brothers, Yan Tong had no choice but to turn to Li Xiucai.

"Village Master," Li Xiucai obviously didn't drink, his pale face didn't match the lively atmosphere of the banquet, "During the few days you were away, the several masters had quarreled several times. Regarding the matter of recruiting security, you still—"

boom!

Yan Tong slammed the wine glass onto the table with his hands, and because of too much force, the ceramic cup was embedded in the table, causing several cracks on the wooden table.

The dog-headed military commander was taken aback by his sudden anger, glanced around quickly, and finally insisted on bluntly admonishing: "Look, brothers are just begging for food, since the imperial court promised to pay the army, why—— "

He suddenly couldn't go on.

Because Yan Tong's gaze firmly fixed on him.

"Military salary?" Yan Tong's face was still flushed with alcohol, but there was a cold evil spirit between his brows, and he said in a cold voice: "You think the military salary is for nothing? Let me tell you——"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the ground, and raised his tone sharply, "This money is money for the lives of the veterans who will be sent to the front on the battlefield to defend their veterans against arrows. If you don't believe me, go ahead! "