"yes."
"Wait."
Su Wei called out to the eunuch who was about to leave, as if he suddenly remembered something.
"Is Mr. Zong still in his tent?"
Shan Jiangfei was stunned for a moment, then quickly replied.
"I sent someone to serve tea half a quarter of an hour ago, and he's still here."
The young emperor straightened the cuffs of his gown and fastened the last jade button.
"Send the best archers from the Jiazi Camp to watch him. If he dares to leave the tent..."
However, even if you take the initiative and intend to kill him with one blow, he is still a very difficult character to deal with.
After thinking for a while, he finally took a step and walked out of the tent.
"Forget it, I'll go there myself."
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Southeast of Yulin Villa, beneath the outline of the silent mountains, countless winding black shadows appeared and disappeared among the thousand-year-old trees, like the shadow of a resurrected ancient giant snake.
Ahead is the intersection of Yulin Villa and the foothills of Douchenling. The vegetation here is not as tall as in the forest, and the land has changed from humus covered with moss and pine needles to a half-mountain with gravel.
The sand between the rocks gradually became muddy due to the rain, making the steps of people walking in it become unusually heavy.
This is true for ordinary pedestrians, and even more so for heavily armored cavalry.
The sound of rain can cover up some of the noises made while marching, but it cannot hide the traces of the march on the ground.
Marching through dense forests was a taboo; the best strategy was to use stillness to control movement. Those talented generals, who had long been dispersed throughout the region under the guise of "Spring Hunting," were methodically driving their "prey" into a dead end.
Douchen is shaped like a bracket set, which is easy to enter but difficult to exit. If you want to find another way out, you can only abandon your horse and walk over the dangerous mountain.
This is impossible for an army to do.
So hundreds of thousands of Subei troops were waiting in the darkness until the shadow-like army appeared at the edge of the forest.
Ten thousand cavalrymen were divided into two columns on both sides, and their iron hooves stepped down in unison, the sound shaking the valley.
A general, mounted on a black horse, slowly emerged from the ranks, his spear gleaming in the rain. Beneath his armor, his eyes, illuminated by the cold gleam of iron, held a stern yet piercing glint of compassion.
"Those who lay down their weapons and surrender voluntarily will be spared. The rest will be killed without mercy!"
Xiao Zhun's voice echoed in front of the formation until it faded away. All that could be heard around him again was the sound of raindrops falling into the mud and hitting the cold iron.
In the opposing team of more than a thousand people, no one took off their armor or abandoned their soldiers.
The Yueze Army was once composed of elite troops from various Tiancheng camps, naturally including officers and soldiers from the Subei camp. But who could have imagined that one day they would face such a fratricidal situation?
But so what? From the moment they set foot on this path, there was no turning back.
A man and a horse came forward. The man on the horse had blood-stained armor and his hair and beard were gray.
Bai Heliu smiled and reached out to wipe the rain from his face. His eyes still held the elegance of his past, but the deep wrinkles between his brows and at the corners of his mouth held a murderous aura. He was no longer the white-robed chancellor who penned in hand, fanned himself, and supervised his officials.
"Bai knows his road is winding down. I thought that if I could take advantage of the right time and place, even a thousand troops wouldn't be enough to defeat a thousand horses. But who knew that in the end, I still lost by a single move. Even a cicada in late autumn would try its best to sing. Do you agree or not?"
The hoarse voice fell to the ground and could never be taken back, just like thousands of raindrops that fell and could never return to the clouds.
The situation has already been determined and cannot be reversed.
"All soldiers, listen to my orders." Xiao Zhun thrust the sharp blade of his spear forward, the cold light breaking through the gradually thickening rain and fog, unstoppable, "Follow me to kill the enemy!"
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On the southern foot of Douchen, separated by a mountain range, the lonely carriage was still parked in the same place.
However, the horses that were originally tied to the front of the carriage huddled together, one huddled against the other, struggling desperately on the spot.
The scarves on their heads did not fall off. The reason they were so frightened was because of the instinctive reaction of living beings to murderous aura.
The purple-robed swordsman stood on the roof of the carriage, the sword in his hand was not unsheathed, but there were three neat cuts on the scabbard.
He rubbed the mark with his thumb, his face showing undisguised heartache.
"Don't touch it or look at it. Even if you polish it till the oil is oozing out, it won't return to its original shape."
The Shrike squatted on a half-broken tree trunk ten steps away from the carriage, its two fat legs swaying and clanking.
When fighting on this path halfway up the mountain, one must always leave some room for maneuver. Otherwise, if one is not careful, there will be no place to stand.
She came empty-handed and only needed to gain a foothold, while the other party had to guard the carriage and was obviously more restricted.
But even so, he did not lose the upper hand.
Besides, his sword has not yet been unsheathed.
Yan Zi looked at her, and her face, which was innocent yet a little paranoid, frowned.
"Who are you?"
"It's your ancestor."
Shrike chuckled twice, and the cold rain wet her palms. She wiped them casually on the hem of her clothes twice and grasped the dagger again.
When she was young and wandering the martial arts world, she had fought against at least a hundred swordsmen and swordsmen.
When warriors fight, what they fear most is not encountering so-called mutually reinforcing and counteracting moves and weapons, but encountering an opponent from the same clan and school.
Because after reaching a certain level of cultivation, one understands the principles of flexibility and adaptability, countering each move. Even if there are flaws or a fall behind, there is always a chance to make up for it elsewhere, and the outcome is not certain. However, if the opponent knows every move of one's, then the only thing left is a comparison of absolute strength.
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