The air was filled with the strong aroma of wine, and there were barbecue grills sizzling on piles of bonfires. Someone was wrestling with each other nearby, and the onlookers burst into cheers from time to time. It seemed that the scenes of military celebrations were the same no matter where they were.
Rough and noisy.
Qianye lay flat in the canopy of a dense tree, with his hands behind his head, his eyes reflecting the deep blue night sky and the twin Alpha stars that occupied almost half of the sky.
After living under the Iron Curtain for too long, even seeing the crimson moon feels familiar.
Zhao Jundu suddenly appeared among the branches and leaves. He sat down next to him and asked, "Are you running away from drinking or fighting?"
"Both." Qianye answered honestly, and then a hint of helplessness appeared on his face. He had just learned that he had such a resounding reputation in the Zhao clan's team.
The Zhao clan is proficient in martial arts, the private army is fierce, and those who can still survive to this day after months of bloody battles are all veterans of hundreds of battles. In this kind of situation, there is no distinction between superior and inferior, so Qianye really felt the enthusiasm of Yanyun Iron Cavalry.
, when he overturned at least one company of men in the struggle, and after drinking with more than half of the soldiers present, he finally couldn't hold on any longer and ran to the tree here.
"The team will rest for five days, and then we will look at the changes in the Iron Curtain and the imperial family's orders before making a decision." Zhao Jundu said: "What are your plans?"
"I want to go back to Blackstream City to have a look. The Iron Curtain may open at any time. The Nangong family suffered a big loss last time and I'm afraid they won't give up."
"If you are worried about Song Zining, you don't have to. Although Nangong is arrogant, he is not stupid. Song Zining is so popular now. Unless the Nangong family doesn't want to be promoted to a powerful family, they will not kill him openly for the sake of reputation. Besides, with Song Zining's identity,
At the beginning, I just killed the two of them and some of their vassals, and this matter can be settled by paying money."
Qianye shook his head and said, "I am the one who has a grudge against the Nangong family."
Zhao Jundu frowned, "Nangong Xiaofeng injured Yuying, Duke You has not let go of his intention to reconcile with the Nangong family. If they still dare to come to you, I will let them know that even if there is no Iron Curtain,
It’s not their turn to bully me, Lord Zhao.”
Qianye heard it at this time. Zhao Jundu only knew part of the grudge between him and the Nangong family. Zhao Yuying didn't seem to mention Nangong Xiaoniao. However, Qianye had no intention of letting Zhao Clan stand up for him, so he immediately said:
"I can handle this myself."
The look on Zhao Jundu's eyebrows did not fade away, and he said: "The empire has rules, and bloody battles are fought in bloody battles. On the whole, of course all the families follow them, but it is easy to block open guns, but hard to guard against hidden arrows. Since this matter started because of Yu Ying,
It is natural for me, Lord Zhao, to come forward."
Qianye thought for a while and said, "I have my own debts to settle with them. Some things cannot be measured by interests."
Zhao Jundu was so smart that he immediately heard what he meant. Negotiations between powerful families were nothing more than trade-offs. Even Zhao Yuying's status was nothing more than a bargaining chip on the negotiation table between the two major families, but their value was different.
Just different.
However, in the Battle of Black Stream, what would have happened if Song Zining had not turned the tide and created a miracle with one hand? Although the final victory was a victory, Qianye was not prepared to forget what the Nangong family had done, and he wanted to settle this grudge in his own way.
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The two fell silent for a moment.
The atmosphere in the big campus over there is still as lively as ever, and only a few happy notes are left behind after passing through the lush branches and leaves, making this small world extraordinarily quiet and peaceful.
Zhao Jundu suddenly said: "Actually, when I was little, I hated you the most."
Qianye was startled and turned around to look. In the sparse shadows of the tree crowns, Zhao Jundu's flawless face was still dazzling as if it could shine through.
"It was the first time I saw my mother cry, secretly, behind everyone's back. I knew it was because of you."
"You are sitting by the window, you are so small, not much longer than... a vase."
"I pushed you down on the bed, and you struggled for a long time before you sat up on your own, pushed you down, and sat up again. You are so stupid that you can't even cry."
"I couldn't speak until I was two years old."
"Father saw that I always went to your yard and thought I liked you too."
"The wet nurse who took care of you at first was a bit lazy. She often didn't dry your hair completely after bathing you. Once, you caught the wind and developed a fever. Your face turned red and hot, but she didn't cry. She just said it hurt."
Zhao Jundu's words were intermittent, and he did not even describe a complete thing. He seemed to be telling himself more. His expression was very calm, and his eyes were fixed on a point in the void, as if he could see the long river of time flowing backward.
Qianye listened patiently, that was also his life, although he no longer had any memory.
The wind roared across the land of eternal night, swaying the branches and leaves, and the rustling sound became louder and louder. Zhao Jundu's slightly cold voice became more fragmented, and at some point, it stopped completely.
In the early morning, Qianye quietly left and returned to Heiliu.
When Qianye returned to Heiliu City, he almost didn't recognize the lively and noisy city in front of him. It was already ten o'clock in the evening when he arrived, but the city gate was not closed. There were various motorcades and people waiting to pay to enter the city.
Grow a dragon.
The lights in the city are also bright, and you can vaguely hear the roar of people and even music.
Qianye squeezed into the crowd. The dark fire officer at the city gate recognized him and immediately saluted, "Sir Qianye, you are back!" Then he tried his best to cut a way out of the crowd.
Qianye stepped into the city and was stunned by the sight in front of him. He almost forgot to ask the dark fire officer a question.
On the main road that leads directly to the west city gate, the crowd can be described as rubbing shoulders. There are many stalls on both sides of the road, selling everything, and there are even dancers whirling in the street.
Qianye was speechless for a moment. He looked up at the sky and saw that the gray iron curtain was falling like a curtain. If not for this, he almost forgot that Blackstream City was still within the scope of the bloody battle.
"What's going on?"
"The Hidden Spring Merchant Group is here! This time they will stay for three days!" There was a hint of excitement in the voice of the dark fire officer.
Life in Yongye Continent is monotonous and boring most of the time. Blackstream City has been only a third-rate city since its establishment, and it is located on the border. The caravans coming and going are also mainly practical, and luxury goods are rarely seen, let alone
Hidden Spring is a large business group that ranks high in the empire.
Hidden Spring? The place where Ah Qi, Ah Jiu, and the deceased Qi Qi were born. Something stabbed Qianye's heart slightly.
Then Qianye remembered that Song Zining had not only encouraged him once or twice to go to the big city to watch the performance of the Yinquan Merchant Group and buy some good stuff, but he had rejected him every time. Unexpectedly, Song Zining actually had the ability to take Yinquan Merchant Group's performance and buy some good stuff.
Quan came to Heiliu City.
The bloody battle is not over yet!
Qianye's face suddenly turned dark. He looked at the noisy street in front of him and asked, "Why are there so many people in the city?"
It turns out that after Song Zining began to accept the joining of family teams, more and more people came to Blackstream City. These were the real noble children of the upper continent. Even if life was simpler during the war, the original supply in Blackstream City was too rough.
and meager.
Of course, the children of those aristocratic families would not be short of money. Song Zining had his own means in this regard, so various business groups gradually came to Heiliu City to trade, and the flow of people increased. Until the Hidden Spring Business Group, which was touring various continents, claimed that it would
A three-day performance was held in Blackstream City, bringing the excitement to its peak.
Even though Black River City is located under the Iron Curtain, there is still an endless stream of people coming from other places in Mikawa County and even surrounding counties.
Thinking of the dark army gathered in Mountain No. 87 hundreds of kilometers away, and then looking at the bustling neighborhood in front of him, Qianye didn't know what to say. How does this look like a frontline war zone?
When Qianye walked into the gate of Dark Fire Base, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It was still very normal here and everything was in order. The sentry tower and observation tower were heavily guarded, and the cold light of firearms was occasionally reflected from various commanding heights.
There was a long bugle sounding next to me, which should be the end of the evening drill.
Qianye met Song Hu at the door of the main building, who had just finished handling military affairs for the day. He asked that Song Zining was in the small school field next to the armory, and went directly to find him.
However, Qianye felt a little strange in his heart as he walked. It is rare to see Song Zining practicing seriously. His martial arts is said to come from the understanding of calligraphy and painting. He doesn't even do virtual fighting, let alone so late at night.
It’s time to practice firearms and weapons in the small school field.
The small school yard is the northernmost part of the armory, an open space in front of a spare aerostat warehouse, which is specially used by several senior officers of Darkfire for open-air training.
The Force lights were brightly lit on the small site, and the two rusty doors of the warehouse were open. A small trailer was placed next to the door, with various melee weapons and firearms on it.
At this time, there was a reclining chair placed in front of the trailer. The material seemed to be some kind of rare wood. The workmanship was very exquisite and the lines were smooth. As soon as you saw it, you would feel that it would be very comfortable to lie on it.
From a distance, Qianye recognized the person who was sleeping on the recliner as Song Zining. He was completely speechless at this moment.
Of course, there are other people who are doing firearms training. There is a ball of white light hovering in the small school field. It is a long-handled saber-style melee weapon, which is most suitable for the front army to use when charging.
Qianye watched the ball of white light hovering, slashing horizontally, and slashing diagonally. Although the moves were a bit monotonous, they were easy to carry and extremely smooth. Obviously, people who use knives are very suitable for using such heavy weapons.
But why is the overall position of this white light so low?
At this time, the white light faded, revealing a small figure, and the long knife flew up, drew an arc and fell into the trailer where the weapons were placed, without making any impact.
Qianye looked at the little figure in a daze, and a strange idea suddenly came to his mind. Is there something wrong with Zhu Ji's early childhood education?
Zhu Ji stood there, touched her slightly curly hair, and then pulled up her small skirt in the style of an ancient dress. Then she rushed towards Song Zining like a cannonball, climbed onto his knees skillfully, and sat upright.
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Song Zining moved, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Zhu Ji, who was sitting elegantly on his lap, as if she were at a banquet, and showed a faint smile with unknown meaning. Then he turned his head, looked at Qianye, and said with a smile: "
Are you back?"
PS: Finally, we made it before twelve o’clock without interrupting the update!
Thanks to the Supreme Light for not telling, thanks to the new leader pathpass, cki1976, and thanks to the Silver leader for the reloading rookie.
Thank you to all the readers who contributed to the 153-layer cake, and of course, thank you for the flowers.
I can't control my time on weekdays, so I started writing very late, but I'm working hard to pay off my debts. I have to jump into the hole I dug with tears in my eyes.