Inside the Hun commander's tent

The bearded man was discussing something when a soldier ran in, knelt on the ground and presented a letter with both hands: "Commander, there is a letter from Pingcheng."

"Oh, it's probably about compensation. Winter is approaching, and the people of Dagan can't stand this kind of wasting time any longer. Come, present the letter."

The others also looked over and saw the smile on the coach's face disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye. They immediately had a bad feeling in their hearts.

The bearded man couldn't suppress his anger. He slammed the letter on the table and said angrily, "How unreasonable! I gave them face, but they became tough."

"Damn it, do you really think I'm afraid of them?"

The people sitting below looked confused. One of them said, "What's wrong with the commander? What did Pingcheng say? Are they going to continue the war?"

"They're relying on reinforcements from the Northern Wilderness. They're so brave! Aren't they afraid of being defeated and Pingcheng being captured?"

Everyone started to discuss quietly: "What's going on? That Gu Chen doesn't seem to be so courageous. Didn't he always pay compensation to the Xiongnu when he went on a big expedition in the past?"

"Could it be because of those stubborn people in the Jiang family? That's right. Before, the Northern Wasteland was ownerless and under the jurisdiction of the imperial court. Now that the Jiang family has arrived, the reinforcements were also sent by the Jiang family."

"Those people are tough. It's almost impossible to get them to admit defeat and pay compensation. Otherwise, Southern Xinjiang wouldn't have been trying for so many years and still failed."

The bearded man felt like he was having a heart attack when he heard what they said.

Southern Xinjiang, Southern Xinjiang has always been their shame. If Southern Xinjiang had not been defeated so badly, where would these Da Gan people get the courage? They deserve to die for losing again and again.

He turned to look at the silent black-robed man beside him and said in a deep voice, "Lord Shadow, don't you have any other solution? The Dagan people actually dared to ask for compensation from us."

"What a shame! Since we can't spread the plague, then we'll kill their commander. I want to see how this war goes."

The black-robed man was leisurely drinking tea. Hearing this, a hint of interest flashed in his eyes and he chuckled, "Okay, then I'll go take a look. If I can kill him, that would be the best."

"If you can't, that's fine. I still have a puppet Gu here. As long as we can put the Gu on Commander Da Gan, we can get whatever we want."

"By the time Commander Dagan commits treason, he won't be able to survive even if we don't take action."

The bearded man frowned, subconsciously not wanting to waste any time, and said in a deep voice, "Lord Youying, it's better to kill the people who came to support us and put an end to it. They have already been cured of the Gu once."

He said bluntly, "Who knows if the other party has a master of detoxification? If there are any complications like this, it's better to kill them directly. A dead person is definitely the safest choice."

Youying hated others teaching him how to do things. He frowned when he heard this, and a murderous look flashed in his eyes, but he quickly returned to his calm demeanor.

He said perfunctorily, "Well, let's see. If there's a chance, then killing him would be best. But if he's easy to deal with, he wouldn't have removed the bloodthirsty Gu."

The bearded man waved his hand and said impatiently, "The weather is getting colder. We have to go back before it snows. Otherwise, it will be too dangerous to be trapped here without food and fodder."

The shadow lowered his head and said nothing.

As the sky gradually darkened, a black shadow headed towards Pingcheng, entered the city along the city wall, knocked a man unconscious and changed into the man's clothes.

The disguised shadow entered the backyard of the city lord's mansion openly, stood on the roof and looked down, trying to find where the rescue commander of the Jiang family army was.

On a rooftop, Jiang Sheng couldn't sleep so he sat there looking at the moon. Next to him was a thin oil-paper bag with melon seeds in it, and he was eating them out of boredom.

Yang Er sat aside like a wooden stake, just looking at the moon without saying a word. The two of them were thinking about their own things and no one spoke.

I don’t know how much time passed before a gust of wind blew over and it was a bit cold.

"Third Young Master, it's cold. Why don't you go downstairs and go to bed early? I'll keep watch and you can sleep peacefully."

Jiang Sheng shook his head: "No, I'm not sleepy at all now. Let's look at the moon for a while. The moon in Pingcheng is really big and bright, much brighter than the one in Beihuang City."

Yang Er raised his head and took a look. This... He was at a loss for words. He didn't understand why the Third Young Master suddenly liked to look at the moon.

My nose moved slightly, and a faint fishy and sweet smell wafted over.

The two looked at each other and turned their heads to look over. A black shadow flashed by and ran in one direction.

Jiang Sheng narrowed his eyes, stood up, and whispered, "Who went to my brother's place? I'll go over and take a look. Don't follow me. I'll be fine."

After saying that, Luck used Qinggong to leave.

The shadow stood on the roof, not knowing what he was trying to determine. He soon landed in the yard, stood under the window, and reached out to poke open a little of the window paper to look inside.

A man was sitting there reading a letter. After seeing the man's face clearly, Youying narrowed his eyes, took out some smoke and was about to blow it inside.

Suddenly feeling a murderous intent, he subconsciously dodged, and the bamboo tube of smoke in his hand broke, as if it had been cut by a knife, and the other end fell to the ground.

There was a slight crash, and a voice rang out from inside the house: "Who?"

Jiang Ling sensed something was wrong, opened the window and slipped out, looking around vigilantly. When he met the pair of eyes full of murderous intent, he narrowed his eyes and attacked without saying a word.

The Liuguang Sword was drawn out, its edge flashing in the moonlight. The shadow was forced to retreat continuously, his eyes falling on the sword in his hand.

A hoarse voice sounded: "Crescent Moon?"

Jiang Ling didn't say a word and used a killing move at every step. His arm hurt and blood spurted out.

The shadow narrowed his eyes dangerously, touched his waist with his hand, and stretched it out to the opposite side. Jiang Ling subconsciously dodged and saw the flying insect getting closer and closer.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, his pupils suddenly shrank.

The next moment, his arm tightened, and his eyes flashed. He looked clearly again, and the person behind him had already moved away from the shadow. He turned his head and looked over: "You..."

"Shh, don't move here, I'm going to kill that guy."

Jiang Sheng disappeared in a flash, and when he reappeared, he was behind the black shadow and stabbed with a knife. With a "pu" sound, the knife entered the flesh.

Drops of blood fell, and the shadow looked down. The long knife pierced through his abdomen. The flashing silver light must be a scimitar, but how could a scimitar appear in the hands of a Da Gan person?

With a thousand thoughts in his mind, he crushed the jade pendant on his waist. His whole body was shrouded in a black mist. When the mist dissipated, he was gone.

Jiang Sheng looked at the empty place and unconsciously clenched his fists. He was almost catching someone. What on earth was that black fog?

Jiang Ling rushed over, grabbed him and asked worriedly, "Are you hurt?"

"No, I just let that guy get away. I was just about to catch him. I don't know what that black mist is."

"As long as you're okay, that person, if I'm not mistaken, should be the one behind the Xiongnu. I smell that scent. People infected with the nematode poison also have that scent."