The Tao is one foot taller, and the devil is one foot taller.
In this world, there has never been a shortage of conspirators, and what is lacking is just the eyes to discover conspiracies.
However, Ye Junlin and his group of six people entered the residence of the tribe chief in a completely crushing manner. The residences here, whether they are external construction or internal decoration, are all magnificent. Even compared with the county governments of some poor counties in Beiyang, they are much more luxurious.
The scout team was extremely efficient. After entering the house and guarding uniforms, they began to look for what they were looking for. As for the elderly, weak, women and children in the house, Ye Junlin and Wang Bodang did not take it seriously at all.
The two of them don't care, it doesn't mean that others don't care.
Just as the other four were busy rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, the remaining two scouts gave each other a look, with some vulgarity in their eyes.
The chief of the "Bearman Tribe" is equivalent to the local emperor on this side. Whether it is money or beauty, he must first devote himself to him to enjoy it.
The women in the "Bearman Tribe" look much rougher than those in the Central Plains, with mostly dark skin, which is naturally incomparable to those in the Central Plains women, who are like mutton fat jade.
Although it is a little thicker, it exudes a primitive wildness from the inside out.
The oldest member of the scout team is only thirty years old. Faced with this unique style, the young man and the young man naturally couldn't control himself.
In a hurry to put on a uniform, a member of the scout team pulled off his clothes and did something pleasant, while another younger one was responsible for looking at the wind.
Ye Junlin, Wang Bodang and Wang Dashi were looking for things very quickly. Soon, they found what they were looking for from a thick stack of parchment paper.
Wang Bodang snapped his fingers and signaled everyone to retreat, but accidentally discovered the dirty things about the lieutenant.
The captain smiled at Wang Bodang in embarrassment. Wang Bodang didn't say anything and turned around and went out.
He didn't care about any comfort and joy, so the captain put on his pants and chased Wang Bodang away.
"No more than example." After Wang Bodang finished speaking, the captain nodded gratefully.
Beiyang is extremely strict in its military governance. If it were normal, the things this lieutenant did today would be sure to be demoted, not to mention beheading the head.
Wang Bodang said something lightly, but he didn't know that it warmed the hearts of the two lieutenants.
Wang Bodang stared at the map in his hand, thought for a while, and then formulated a new investigation route. The six-person team quickly assembled, like six rays of mist, quickly swept into the distance.
At the same time, in the sky, a white falcon broke through the sky.
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The following days were dull and fulfilling. The spirit beasts and some enemies that appeared from time to time were the only fun on the road. The scout team slept in the open and surveyed and reconnaissed. After a few days, they saw a towering city from afar.
This city is called "Fuguo City".
Thousands of years ago, the Beiyang Dynasty unified the entire Bixiao Xuanyuan with a sweeping force. The few remaining residents of the Nanyan and other countries plunged into the wilderness of grass.
Perhaps it was a desire for the homeland that the remnants of the Three Kingdoms abandoned their respective grievances and worked together to build this "restoring city".
Perhaps at the beginning, there were still grudges among the remnants of the Three Kingdoms, but after thousands of years of integration, the remnants of the Three Kingdoms became married and intermarried, and relatives joined with relatives and gradually became a family.
Perhaps because he was afraid that the Beiyang Dynasty would prosper and the leader of the remnants of the Three Kingdoms did not claim to be king, but simply claimed to be the "city lord".
The contemporary city lord, named "Wang Liang", has a half-step king-level cultivation, which makes a golden spear within a radius of hundreds of miles, and is hard to meet. Even the wild "barbarians" surrendered to his gun.
Wang Liang has a younger brother named "Wang Yan". His cultivation level is known as the "Sword Saint of the World". His men hold the 6,000 "Fu**" that are the most powerful in the Southern Barbarians.
The young man named "Crown Prince" who had previously sneaked into the imperial capital was Wang Liang's eldest son and the next lord of "Fuguo City".
Ye Junlin and Wang Bodang observed the "Fuguo City" for a long time, confirmed that it was correct, and after marking the map, they got up and left.
After traveling for about five miles, I suddenly found that a piece of armor was distinctive and not inferior to the Beiyang Imperial Army, intercepting it all over the mountains.
The leader is an old man over 60 years old. The old man looks extremely domineering, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a rough figure. It can be predicted that when he was young, he must have been a romantic and handsome young man.
Needless to say, this old man is the "Sword Saint of the World" - Wang Yan.
Ye Junlin looked at Wang Yan and frowned slightly. He wanted to know how their whereabouts were discovered.
Wang Yan seemed to see Ye Junlin's doubts and smiled slightly. His palm made a move at the scout team, and then a young captain jumped towards six thousand "recovery**" like an aurora.
"Wang Hong, it's you!" Wang Bodang was so angry that he tickled his teeth: "You traitor!"
Wang Yan looked at the angry junior not far away and smiled softly. Although he was old, his competitive spirit was like a boy.
"Over the years, your Beiyang Dynasty has been constantly inserting eyeliners into our 'remote countryside'. Although we are unhappy, we have not said it out loud." Wang Yan paused and continued, "Since you can install eyeliners, why can't we?"
Wang Yan looked at the five teenagers who were like "turtle in the jar" and smiled again.
"It has been a few years since I have killed many of the top leaders in Beiyang."
Betrayed by a traitor, he was deeply trapped in a siege, and was almost dead.
Five teenagers faced the six thousand soldiers, but were not afraid at all. Those who died in battle were glorious, while those who escaped were shameful.
In the hands of the five teenagers, all kinds of weapons were unsheathed.
Wang Yan raised his eyebrows, his expression a little playful.
"When I was young, I heard that people in Beiyang like to fight to the death. I didn't believe it at first, but today it seems that what I said is not false."
Wang Yan continued to play, raised his eyebrows gently, and continued, "Six thousand 'response**' surrounded you little boys, you can't escape. Put down your weapons and surrender. I won't do anything to you."
The five people ignored the words.
This old man Wang Yan couldn't help but get slightly angry.
Growing up with the Southern Barbarians since childhood, I inevitably developed a bad temper. In addition, I am in a high position and holding heavy troops, except for his city lord brother, there are really few people who do not obey his old man Wang Yan's command.
Now, several Beiyang boys who have become "prisoners" have rejected his "good intention", which made Mr. Wang Yan furious.
"I don't know how to politely, I don't know how to toast, I don't know how to live or die, I don't know what to say..." The angry old man Wang Yan said a series of idioms one after another, just like those pedantic old Confucian scholars.
Wang Bodang and Ye Junlin looked at each other, and the corners of their mouths rose slightly...