Jun Jiuling

His expression was blank, and his tone was unquestionable, just like the day he caught her, never changing.

Miss Jun bit the meat in her mouth and looked at him.

Unlike soup, meat must be chewed.

She bit it down slowly with her teeth.

Lu Yunqi let go of her hand, and gently stroked her head.

Miss Jun swallowed the meat.

"You're wrong." She said, "It's not weapons that hurt people, it's people."

Lu Yunqi looked at her, but Miss Jun was not looking at him, she turned away and looked indifferently.

Lu Yunqi turned around and continued to cut the mutton slowly. The room was quiet and occasionally there was a sound of hot oil dripping on the charcoal fire.

Amidst the dense sound of firecrackers, the new year has arrived.

The lights in the capital are brightly lit like a fairyland on earth, the emperor and the queen mother are also seated together in the palace, watching the concubines and children in the palace laughing and laughing, and the people regardless of wealth or poverty are sitting with their families. The world is bustling and lively.

Even Junziguan in the remote Hejian Prefecture was surrounded by intermittent firecrackers, and the lights of towns and villages in the distance were like stars, which added a bit of warmth to the winter night.

But soon the wind was strong and the snow was flying all over the sky. Even if you hid in the house, you didn't seem to feel the slightest heat.

But even so, there were seven or eight people crowded in the mud room under the fort, and among the soldiers wearing old military robes, there was also a fat middle-aged man wrapped in a big leather jacket.

Even though he was wearing the thickest clothes in this room, he almost put his hands and feet into the brazier, as if only the burning pain made him feel warm.

"Why is it so cold here?" He said, his voice trembling a little, so that the unfamiliar northern accent could no longer cover up the thick southern accent.

Several soldiers laughed.

"It's always been so cold." One of them said, handing him a jug, "I said, you rich master, you haven't suffered from this, have you?"

The middle-aged man shook his head again and again, took a sip of the wine handed by the soldier, and immediately coughed and coughed again and again, with snot and tears streaming down his nose.

This embarrassment made the soldiers in the room laugh again, but everyone still quickly gave him a bowl of hot tea.

"Don't think that we are playing tricks on you. You have to drink this kind of wine here." A middle-aged soldier who has been silent said, "Walk or investigate in the winter night, without this drink, pour it down and close your eyes a little , and can no longer be opened."

The middle-aged man looked grateful and admired.

"Mr. Dong Jia's officers and men really worked hard." He said, "Fu Mou really admires it. I don't know if I haven't been here before. This time I walked around the Northland. Even if there is no war, it is hard enough."

As he spoke, he raised the wine jug that was handed over just now.

"Come on, let me offer you a toast."

After all, he raised his head and took a big sip.

Although this time was not as embarrassing as last time, his face flushed instantly, and tears rolled in his eyes.

A rich and pampered businessman can be so polite to them, the soldiers who are doing it can't hide their happiness and thank them and raise the flagon in their hands.

The warm atmosphere in the room dispelled the chill.

But Dong Jiachang didn't drink, and looked at the man with a gloomy expression.

"I don't know why the captain is willing to leave you here to rest overnight." He said, "According to our old rules, even if you are frozen to death on the road, you are not allowed to step into this checkpoint."

This is really blunt, but the businessman has a good temper and is not ashamed.

"Yeah, we also know it's against the rules." He said sincerely, "It's all because we are not familiar with the place, wandering around, and delaying the journey. If it weren't for the captain and chief Jia who love the people like children, we would definitely not be able to survive. .”

Chief Dong Jia raised his hand to stop it.

"Hey, don't talk about me, I don't dare to love the people like a son." He said, "I only love people who follow the rules."

He looked at the businessman.

"I have arranged where you live, and you are not allowed to step out from now on. Once you or your followers are found wandering around, we will kill you on the spot without asking why."

The businessman nodded repeatedly.

"I know, I know." He said sincerely, "Don't worry, we don't dare to wander around. It will be a disaster if the wind blows to the Jinren."

Some soldiers grinned, but quickly closed it again.

"Don't worry, as long as the gate of our castle is not open, no matter how strong the wind is, no one will be able to reach the Jinren Realm. Similarly, the Jinren will not be able to pass through." Dong Jiachang said, waving his hand to the businessman, "Okay, It's getting late, and we don't have much fun here, Master Fu, let's rest earlier."

The businessman responded repeatedly, and bowed his hands to salute the soldiers in the room.

"Happy New Years, everyone," he said.

The soldiers returned the salute with a smile, and watched the businessman go out accompanied by a soldier.

Rather than escorting him, he was actually guarding him, watching him go out.

"This businessman is real. What's the use of earning so much money? It's a big New Year's suffering." The soldiers laughed and discussed.

Dong Jiachang took a sip of wine.

"So when the Duke said that this businessman should not be underestimated, that was extremely cruel." He said.

When mentioning the Duke, the soldiers present all looked sad for a moment.

Dong Jiachang stood up.

"Be alert at night, we don't distinguish between Chinese New Year and Chinese New Year." He said, "The Duke of the State said that as long as we are soldiers, as long as we live, every day is New Year's Eve."

The soldiers all stood up and said yes in unison.

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The night is getting thicker and thicker, the snow has stopped but the strong wind is still there, making the sound of firecrackers in the distance become erratic.

The footsteps of the soldiers became almost inaudible, only the intersection of the torches allowed everyone to see each other.

"sleep tight."

The succeeding soldiers said to the soldiers who had finished their inspection.

This is the simplest and most precious blessing.

The two sides met and then parted. One group of torches headed for the barracks in the fort, while the other group went up along the castle, watching the pitch-black field vigilantly in the strong wind.

This is the boring life they repeat day after day, but even in the sleepiest time of night, when the wind almost blows off their eyelids, they always keep their eyes wide open without blinking.

Footsteps stepped on the city gate, and those standing under it seemed to be able to feel the falling sand.

This was a soldier with a lamp, while the others went up to the wall, he stayed to check the gate.

In fact, there is no need to look at it, the door is thick and heavy, and there are three bolts on it, even if you use two logs from the outside, you can't open it.

But isn't the sand at the city gate firm?

The soldier subconsciously raised his head to look up, and as soon as he raised his head, he heard a pop in his ear.

This is the sound of an arrow piercing a body.

There was still a sound of the arrow piercing the air before it pierced the body, but the wind was too strong tonight, so the sound of the arrow piercing was not heard.

This last thought flashed through the soldier, he fell straight down, the lamp fell to the ground and shattered, and a feathered arrow in his neck burst into a flower of blood under the flame of the lamp oil, and was annihilated immediately.

The torches stuck in the doorway were also knocked down, and seven or eight figures rushed over from the darkness inside. The torches were covered by a cloth, and the remaining light revealed one of them, a chubby middle-aged man wrapped in a leather jacket.

There was a bit of uneasiness on his face, but his eyebrows and eyes were finally stern, he raised his foot and stepped on the torch, and fell into the darkness of the city gate three times.

The sound of creaking and creaking was faintly visible in the night wind, followed by the sound of fine footsteps. In the dark night, it seemed that a giant insect was wriggling.

Torches came down from the walls.

"Slow down." Just as he was about to walk down the city wall, the leader of the soldiers suddenly stopped and looked at the dark city gate, "Why did the lights at the city gate go out?"

"It was blown out by the wind?" someone said.

This is also common.

The leading soldier shook his head and drew his waist knife in one hand.

Although the other soldiers felt that it was unnecessary, they followed him immediately.

"Three golds?" The leading soldier shouted, "Three golds?"

No one responded, the silence was palpitating.

The leading soldier stopped, and suddenly raised his hand and threw the torch forward.

There was a strange cry in the night, and with the light of the torch, the soldiers saw a person jumping up from the ground not far away.

The torch was hitting his head, and the thick hair without a helmet was instantly ignited, shining on his distorted and terrifying face.

The face of the leading soldier also distorted instantly.

"Kim..." he yelled.

But a feather arrow had already been stuck in his forehead, leading him to fall straight down, there was a buzzing sound from all around, and countless feather arrows pierced through the strong wind like rain.

The screams were instantly drowned out by the wind, and the falling torches ignited people, illuminating the entire city gate brightly, and also illuminating the dense crowd of people in front of it.

They held bows and crossbows in their hands, carried long knives on their backs, and hung hatchets in their waists. Their faces were pale and fierce, like beasts descending from the mountain.

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At the same time, the New Year is coming, and the dense sound of firecrackers resounds on the ground, and the villagers who watch the night in the distant village seem to hear the sound of sharp horns amidst the deafening sound of firecrackers, tearing the night sky sharply and quickly.

They looked this way subconsciously, and saw that a fire seemed to be ignited in the sky, burning half of the night sky red.

The flames are everywhere, and the smoke is billowing.

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Across the Hutuo River, a little spark lit up on the ground in the north, and soon it spread like a wilderness, and the whole land was lit up.

Standing on the car and looking out, the entire Hutuo River Basin is full of people and horses ready to go.

"The time has come."

The wind lifted the hood to reveal a man's face, it was Yu Chihai who had appeared in the capital, at this time there was no humility on his face, only arrogance and fanaticism.

"Boys, the prosperous place of the Zhou people has opened its doors to welcome us."

He pointed south.

"Go."

Thousands of horses roared together, falling to the ground like thunder, the glacier was broken, and it came like a cloud.

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