The rivers and lakes are full of vests

In the early morning of West Night City, there was an unexpected chill, and the north wind blew past, making his face ache.

Fu Peibai was sitting by the window in the inn, eating dry buns and pickles, and calmly glanced at an ordinary-looking man in the corner.

The man seemed to be idly drinking porridge, but his back was straight.

Fu Peibai looked back, put the copper plate on the table, got up and left the inn.

There were more and more people on the street, and some peddlers began to set up wooden sheds to sell strange objects outside the Great Wall, shouting one after another.

Walking on the loess road, Fu Peibai looked around casually, and all he could see were small adobe houses made of loess. Forty percent of the passers-by were from the Western Regions with deep eyes and wide noses, speaking foreign languages.

When she saw some strange things, she would stop and look at them, and then move on, no matter how she looked, she looked like she was wandering around.

After walking for an hour and a half, a gust of wind and sand rolled up, and the pedestrians covered their mouths and noses with light gauze, waiting for the wind and sand to pass.

In the Gobi landform, it is not uncommon for such wind and sand to occur every day.

However, after the sandstorm was over, there was nowhere to be seen Fu Peibai on the noisy street.

The man who had been following Fu Peibai was stunned for a moment, and then started looking around.

At this moment, Fu Peibai was in a hurry, tore off a robe of a man of a different race from a booth and put it on casually, threw a piece of silver and went straight into the wine shop beside him.

The restaurant was overcrowded, she glanced at it, walked to the only remaining vacant seat and sat down.

The three men at this table were drinking and eating meat, when one of them came unexpectedly, they all stopped their movements and looked at him with unfriendly expressions.

Fu Peibai knew that they were the frontier soldiers outside the city by looking at their military uniforms and their dark skin tanned by the sun.

"Masters, sorry to bother you, please sit down for a while and leave."

One of the men shouted, "There's someone here!"

Fu Peibai didn't make a sound, because she noticed that the man following her had also entered the restaurant, but the man just glanced at him and left. She was relieved, but the next moment, a pair of big hands pressed her shoulders .

She looked back, and a man in armor with a rough face was glaring at her.

She must be sitting in this person's seat.

She got up quickly, and apologized, "It happened in a hurry, I'm so offended, I'm sorry." After that, she was about to leave, but as soon as she turned around, those big hands clasped her shoulder blades again.

"wait."

"What else is there, Mr. Military?"

The man took a step forward, staring at her face with a frown, showing some kind of doubt. He was about to say something, but Fu Peibai turned around and left the inn quickly.

The man murmured: "Damn...it's too similar."

"General, what looks so similar?"

The man waved his hand, "It's okay, you don't know if I tell you, maybe I misread it in a blink of an eye."

Fu Peibai, who came out of the restaurant, wrapped his robe tightly around his body, and hurriedly left the street, completely throwing away the man behind him who entered the restaurant again for inspection.

After she took off her heavy robe and gave it to a woman and a child, she wandered casually to inspect this kind of city. It took her half a day to memorize the general structure and street layout of West Night City by heart.

In the evening, she found a restaurant with few people for dinner, sat in a box at the corner of the second floor, ordered a pot of hot wine, and drank it by herself.

There are willow catkins floating in outside the window, like the season when catkins are flying in Huailiu Village.

Dust to dust, dust to dust, she thought that after she died, she would ask someone to send her back to the willow tree at the entrance of the village, and be buried with her parents.

The door opened, and the young servant came in with a bow, and put a plate of mutton on the table, "Guest officer, take it easy."

Fu Peibai absently picked up a piece of mutton and put it into his mouth. He heard the servant enter the next room and said the same thing as the guest officer, and then left the room.

The two rooms were next to each other, and Fu Peibai's ears were extremely sharp, and he heard the indistinct conversation between the two men in the next room.

One spoke the Central Plains dialect with Hu Yin, and the other spoke the standard Central Plains dialect.

The voices of the two were high and low, Fu Peibai couldn't hear clearly, but the words such as ammunition, weapons, food and grass in the words of the two fell into her ears clearly.

She sat up straight, frowning and listened carefully.

The more she listened to her expression, the more serious she became, and she probably guessed the identities of the two people, one was a horse dealer in the Central Plains, and the other was a horse dealer outside the Great Wall.

But these two are not ordinary merchants, they are talking about arms sales, and the Central Plains court expressly prohibits smuggling arms with the Hu people, not to mention that the relationship between the Central Plains and the countries in the Western Regions is tense, and the war is about to break out. Hu people are no different from traitors.

Fu Pei stood up briskly, left the room, and kicked open the door of the next room.

The two people in the room were startled, picked up their self-defense swords, and asked embarrassingly, "Who are you? What are you doing!"

Fu Peibai scanned the armament map on the table, her eyes dimmed a bit, she took the weapons of the two people almost without any effort, tied them together after acupressure.

The Central Plains man wailed and begged for mercy, "Young hero, spare me, let me go, I'll give you money, I'll give you money, I'll give you whatever you want."

Fu Peibai dragged them out of the wine shop, "I won't kill you, you violated the order and smuggled armaments, you will be punished by the government."

The man became even more violent when he heard the yelling. Along the way, he threatened and scolded you if you knew who I was. You wait for me, and then begged to walk around him again. He didn't dare anymore.

And the Hu man was also full of resentment, uttering a series of nonsense, without even thinking about it, he knew that he was scolding Fu Peibai.

Unmoved, Fu Peibai found a passer-by and asked where the official residence was. The passer-by said that this is an important military town, there is no government office, and all matters in the city are decided by the marshal.

When Fu Peibai was exploring the city in the afternoon, he remembered passing a luxurious mansion built of bricks and tiles, which should be the Marshal's Mansion of the Northwest Army.

Even after dragging the two to the Marshal's Mansion, they were stopped by the guards.

"What's the matter?"

Fu Peibai kicked the dealer in the Central Plains, and said: "I am in the wine shop, and I overheard these two people smuggling armaments. The amount involved is huge. I will arrest them and hand them over to the marshal for punishment."

The guard was not excited when he heard this, and said indifferently: "Just beat him up and throw him out of the city to feed the wild wolves. The commander-in-chief takes care of everything every day, so don't bother him with such trivial things."

Fu Peibai frowned, "Small things?"

Seeing the unkind expression on the young man's face, the guard handed the halberd in front of her, and said loudly: "It's not a trivial matter, hurry up and go somewhere else."

Fu Peibai took a deep breath, and dragged the two of them away from the Marshal's Mansion.

Seeing her deflated, the Central Plains trader became arrogant again, "The marshal doesn't care, the court doesn't care, what's your business? Do you think I'm the only one like this? Let me tell you, the court is corrupt and the world is in turmoil. People like me, if you have the ability, you go and catch them, what kind of a hero is you if you catch me alone."

Fu Peibai stared at him, and said coldly, "Have you finished?"

The Central Plains man was stunned for a moment, and then he was punched in the abdomen. The pain made him convulse and fell to the ground.

"It's not that the turmoil in the world created people like you, but it's because there are more people like you that the world is in such turmoil." Fu Peibai growled and kicked the vendor again. The strength of the kick made the man howl.

Seeing this scene, the barbarian was so frightened that he quickly shut up, not daring to speak.

After Fu Peibai got angry, he picked up the two of them and walked towards the garrison camp ten miles outside the city.

At this time, the Northwest army was stationed in the camp, and each barracks had just finished their drills, and they went to eat in twos and threes, or went to the river to take a bath, and then returned to the camp to rest.

In one of the general's tents, a tall, sturdy man with dark skin was pacing back and forth. He stroked the stubble of his chin with a puzzled look on his face.

"It's too similar, the eyes and eyebrows are carved out of one bone, how could it be..."

The heavy curtain of the big tent was lifted, and a young man dressed as a soldier walked in with food. Seeing his general's appearance, he asked, "General, it's time for dinner. What are you talking about?"

The man stood still, suddenly pushed aside the soldier, and walked out of the tent, "No, this is too mysterious, I have to go and talk to my second brother."

Not long after, the figure of the man appeared in front of another larger tent, and he opened the curtain and walked in without saying hello.

The man in the tent was sitting upright in front of the desk with a concentrated expression. He should be dealing with military affairs. He didn't look up after hearing the movement, and asked calmly, "Why are you here?"

"Second brother, guess who I saw when I went to the city to inspect today?"

After hearing this, the man put down the letter, and a smile appeared on his elegant and handsome face, "Which beauty from the Western Regions are you looking at again?"

"No, Second Brother, I saw a man who looked very much like the marshal!"

The smile on the man's face froze, and his expression gradually became serious, "Really? Are you sure you read it right? How old is that man? Male or female? Did you ask his name?"

The tall and strong man stroked his chin, recalling the young man he met in the wine shop in the afternoon, "I took a quick look, it was a young man, probably around the age of the crown, I wanted to ask him for a question The man turned his head and ran away."

There was a moment of silence in the tent, and the handsome middle-aged man sighed, "Since the marshal took off his armor and lived in seclusion 18 years ago, there has been no news about him, and he doesn't know where he is doing right now."

The tall and strong man also sighed, "The commander-in-chief is also very ruthless. He hasn't written a letter to his brothers for so many years. He has fought in the battlefield for more than ten years. He has been born and died. The brotherhood that has passed his life will be broken as soon as he says it."

"Third son, don't say that, the commander-in-chief can't help himself. If the emperor finds out that the commander-in-chief has contacts with the Northwest Army, the commander-in-chief, you, me, and all the Tiance troops will all die."

After talking here, the atmosphere gradually became heavy, and the two of them didn't speak any more.

At this time, someone outside the tent came to report urgently.

"General, someone trespassed on the beacon tower!"

The two people in the room were all startled, they all got up and strode out of the tent, and walked towards the beacon tower.

At that time, a group of soldiers had gathered in the school field under the beacon tower. They looked at the young man standing on the beacon tower, but couldn't figure out the origin of the other party.

There used to be patrolling guards stationed on the beacon tower, but now they were subdued by this man, their hands were tied and thrown aside

The man stood facing the wind with his hands behind his back, the flames of beacons by his side reflected on his clear face.

"Presumptuous! Who dares to trespass on the beacon tower!" A school captain roared, took a longbow, drew the bow and shot an arrow, and released it.

With a sound of "咻——", the silver arrow pointed directly at the forehead of the young man on the beacon tower.

But the young man just tilted his head slightly, and avoided the incomparably swift arrow blade.

His dark eyes were like the gradually darkening sky.

"I want to see your marshal."

The young man's voice was neither high nor low, very clear.

This person is Fu Peibai.