Chapter 452: Bursting at the Sea...

When Wang Yun appeared silently in the room of the carriage and horse shop owner like a ghost, the owner was frightened out of his wits.

"Wang...Master Wang!"

The shopkeeper's voice trembled, and his eyes involuntarily glanced at the man behind Wang Yun with a stern face and unfathomable aura.

He was a guard he had never seen before, but his imposing aura clearly showed that he was a top master.

Wang Yun's face was as heavy as a mountain, and there was an unresolvable worry between his brows. This was actually the expression forced out by the poisonous insect.

"The situation has changed. All temporarily stored items must be moved immediately."

"Okay, okay...please follow me."

The shopkeeper didn't dare to ask any more questions and quickly led the way.

When they returned to the carriage, and when the heavy bag stuffed with thick stacks of huge silver bills was presented in front of Qin Zhaoyue, her eyes almost curved into crescents, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

Isn't this bad, folks?

A quick glance would reveal that it must be worth tens of millions of taels.

And this is just what one family has!

It’s made, it’s made, this time it’s completely made!

The leisurely and comfortable retirement life seemed to be waving to her enthusiastically not far away.

Qin Zhaoyue suppressed the cheer that was about to burst out, tried to keep a straight face, and waved his hand calmly:

"Continue, next one!"

After some effort, Qin Zhaoyue finally pocketed all the huge wealth reserved by the four major families for their comeback.

Logically, we should immediately rush to the front line where the two lines intersect and completely disintegrate the rebels with lightning speed. This delay actually carries hidden risks.

If people in the provincial government notice that the second prince is abnormal, or if someone discovers that the family mansion has been brutally massacred and the four new heads of the family are missing, the situation will inevitably change suddenly.

It is conceivable that her second brother, who was left alone in the provincial government office, was probably not in a very good situation.

However, as long as the other party still has a glimmer of hope that they can be used, they will not be killed immediately, but at least they will be kept as a bargaining chip or hostage.

Hmm...it's probably like this, right?

Qin Zhaoyue thought about it casually, and then put it out of his mind.

Who cares.

The two carriages drove away from the Baiyue Protectorate silently, one in front and one behind.

Ayaduo, the Saint of Southern Xinjiang, was driving the front car, and inside the car were the four heirs of the aristocratic families with dull expressions.

Her fiery red dress was still eye-catching in the fading night, becoming the best pass along the way, allowing her to travel smoothly all the way.

Because it took time to make the four family heads look more "lively" and natural, they did not use their cultivation to speed up the journey, so their speed was not fast.

Qin Zhaoyue finally gently placed the empress he had been carrying on his back in the padded carriage.

The weight was not a burden to her, but her overly thin bones were pressing against her back, which was not very comfortable after all.

The effect of the Xuanjiwei secret medicine that was swallowed is still continuing, after all, not too much true energy was consumed before.

I checked the Queen Mother's pulse, and although it was still as weak as a candle in the wind, it was still steady.

The strong stimulation brought by the huge amount of silver bills she just received made her heart beat slightly, and even the strong sleepiness was suppressed a little by this excitement.

She was really bursting with joy, hehehe... She was silently rejoicing in her heart.

They changed horses twice on the way, and with the saint personally coming out to coordinate, everything went smoothly.

Until the dawn light, the sky turned pale and tinged with a faint golden red, they finally arrived in Furong County.

This place is the northernmost gateway to the Suzaku South Road and is also where the rebel camp is stationed. It is only a stone's throw away from the front line.

From a distance, the three camps were spread out according to the terrain, clearly separated.

Among them, 8,000 were the strongest and bravest warriors selected from the various tribes in southern Xinjiang;

There are also 10,000 private soldiers recruited by the four great families at great expense;

Finally, there is the White Tiger Legion, which has been stationed in the southern border all year round, with a total of about 15,000 people.

Furong County, originally famous for its colorful flowers all year round, has now become a major logistics center for the army.

Although it was almost dawn, the curfew was still in effect.

Armored soldiers were still patrolling the streets, and the atmosphere was tense and solemn.

However, Ayaduo's carriage was a silent token, and the guards immediately let it pass without any inspection.

Qin Zhaoyue and his party were able to successfully check into a rather spacious inn in the city to rest for a while.

Ayaduo did not stop. After parking the carriage, she left straight away and her figure quickly disappeared in the direction of the military camp.

She didn't need to worry too much about the private soldiers recruited by the four major families. They were all people who worked for money. Whether to fight or make peace was just a matter of the master's word.

But the eight thousand warriors of the southern Xinjiang tribe were completely different.

Although she is a saint, inherits the art of witchcraft and has extraordinary strength, she is not the highest decision-maker of the tribe and cannot act arbitrarily.

Soon, Ayaduo stepped into the core area of ​​the Southern Xinjiang military camp and immediately ordered people to invite the leaders of the five major tribes.

The central military tent was filled with a special smell mixed with leather, sweat and some herbs.

The burning tallow torch in the center cast the figures of the five leaders on the tent wall, making them appear even more majestic and powerful.

They either had tattoos on their foreheads or copper rings in their earrings, their bare arms were muscular and covered with scars, and their eyes were as sharp as hawks.

His whole body exudes the wildness and ferocity that comes from living in the mountains for a long time and fighting with wild beasts.

"Saint, what happened?"

The leader with dark complexion and a voice as loud as a bell asked in a deep voice.

His name is Yan Meng, and he is the leader of the largest tribe, the Black Stone Tribe.

According to the original plan, today should be the day for establishing a country, rewarding people according to their merits, and dividing power.

The saint appeared in the front-line military camp with a serious expression at this moment, which must be a major change.

Ayaduo did not answer immediately, but dark green mist surged around her body, silently and completely sealing the entire tent.

Upon seeing this, the five leaders' faces darkened even more. This move meant that the situation was far more serious than they had imagined.

Ayaduo's chest rose and fell slightly. He took a deep breath and directly made a shocking decision:

"We need to attack the central army and then retreat to the southern border."

"What? Saint, are you kidding?" Another hot-tempered leader stood up suddenly and shouted like thunder.

Ayaduo did not beat around the bush and directly stated the harsh reality:

"The Sixth Princess of Dagan, along with two second-rank Tianyan Sect sorcerers, raided the Protectorate Prefecture government office.

Rescued the Second Prince Qin Jingheng, and then massacred all the people in the mansion where the four great families gathered."

Her eyes swept over the shocked faces of the five people one by one, and she said word by word,

"The only two remaining second-grade guardians of the family were killed by them, without any power to resist."

"What?!"

There was a sudden gasp in the tent, and the five leaders' faces suddenly changed, filled with shock and anger.

"They possess unmatched power. If we don't agree to their terms..."

Ayaduo repeated Qin Zhaoyue's cold threat of "massacre everyone in southern Xinjiang, leaving no one alive" verbatim.

The tent exploded instantly!

One of the leaders roared and slammed the table, causing it to crack.

Some people paced back and forth anxiously, like trapped beasts;

The roars and questioning voices almost blew the roof of the tent off.

"My Southern Border warriors have never been threatened. If she wants to fight, then let's fight!

Even if I die, I will bite off a piece of her flesh!"

"Yantuo, what are you yelling about? Your warriors are so brave, but should the people from other small villages die in vain?

Didn’t you hear clearly? Second-grade realm! Both of the second-grade realms have been killed, what can we use to fight? "

"Yanla, I think you are a coward, scared to death by Dagan!"

"What did you say? You want to fight?"

"I'm not afraid of you!"

Amidst the chaos and noise, only Yan Meng maintained a depressing silence.

He is the most powerful among the five leaders. Among the 8,000 warriors from southern Xinjiang this time, his Black Stone Tribe alone sent out 800 elite soldiers.

His deep gaze passed through the quarreling crowd and locked firmly on Ayaduo's face.

"So, you came here just because you were threatened by death?"

"No," Ayado met his gaze and shook her head, "We made a deal."

The two of them talked as if no one else was around, as if the fierce argument around them was just insignificant background noise.

Gradually, the other four leaders stopped arguing and looked over with complicated eyes.

Ayaduo revealed all the promises Qin Zhaoyue had made.

The conditions included opening up trade, setting up checkpoints, allowing people from southern Xinjiang to move to designated prefectures and counties, establishing official examinations, and allowing people from southern Xinjiang to take the exams to become officials and govern their homeland.

This is naturally incomparable to the temptation of directly dividing the land, granting officials and sharing power promised by the four major families before.

All he got at the moment was a verbal promise from Princess Dagan, which had no guarantees.

"What does she need from us?"

After listening to this, Yan Meng was silent for a moment and then asked the most crucial question.

The tent suddenly became quiet, and all eyes were focused on Ayaduo, waiting for an answer.