In the darkness of night, seven Da Mang practitioners carefully inspected the ground in a deserted forest.
In the dug up soil, they found some warm charcoal embers and some bird bones.
Shi Qian is one of these seven Da Mang practitioners.
His superficial identity is just that of a disciple of a local official in Da Mang. This identity has accompanied his stability and inactivity for many years and has not aroused anyone's suspicion. However, his true identity is that he is the core disciple of Thousand Demons Cave.
And he is the core disciple of the lineage loyal to Li Ku.
After the leader of Purgatory Mountain finally discovered traces of the escaped Li Ku, and killed Li Ku with all the elders of Purgatory Mountain and Wenren Cangyue, the Thousand Demon Cave practitioners who supported the old emperor and Li Ku encountered a brutal purge
, more than half of the practitioners of Thousand Demons Cave were killed in the great purge. Now Thousand Demons Cave exists in name only. It is no longer the holy land of cultivation that can vaguely compete with Purgatory Mountain, but has become a puppet controlled by Purgatory Mountain.
Because at the last moment, some resisters from Thousand Demons Cave completely burned several secret caves to ashes, and some big figures from Thousand Demons Cave who knew his identity died during the purge, so I am afraid that no one in this world knows about him.
He is the only descendant of a certain Thousand Demons Cave elder, and he is the "remnant" of the Thousand Demons Cave.
The real Thousand Demons Cave no longer exists, and no one in the world knows the identity of Shi Qian’s direct descendant of the Thousand Demons Cave. In Da Mang, who has completely changed the world, logically speaking, the most suitable thing for him should be
Spend the rest of his life in peace.
However, he could not forget that when he was still young, his teacher stroked his head and taught him the way to practice. He could not forget those friends who joked and played with him, and he could not forget those sweet memories... He was not willing to let such memories be destroyed.
I wasted away from my own life, unwilling to forget my identity as the descendant of Thousand Demon Cave.
So taking this opportunity to avoid suspicion, he crossed Qianxia Mountain and entered the land of Yunqin.
Of course he was nominally chasing Lin Xi with the other Da Mang practitioners, but his real purpose was that there was another person named Zhantai Qiantang in the Yunqin Empire.
Just like the Thousand Demons Cave was purged, the old emperor's people were also brutally purged. However, in the hearts of those who are still alive, Zhantai Qiantang is their only hope for the rest of their lives, and it is also the only hope for thousands of people like Shi Qian.
The hope of the "remnants" of the Demon Cave.
Shi Qian didn't know that Zhantai Qantang had formed a partnership with Lin Xi. For him, it was still very far and difficult to contact the exiled Zhantai Qantang. However, just as he was chasing Lin Xi and Gao Yanan
During those days, he had a very strange feeling. It seemed that Lin Xi, whom Wenren Cang Yue and Purgatory Mountain wanted to kill, had the ability to predict the next move of Da Mang practitioners like them.
If it were the other practitioners, even those at the master level of the Great Country, they would have been rounded up and killed long ago due to the search and interception of so many reckless practitioners and the cooperation with the military. However, Lin Xi took action several times.
Several times, even when the traces were further confirmed, he still escaped repeatedly.
Looking at the warm charcoal embers in front of him, he couldn't help but have a strange thought in his mind: If so many practitioners and troops couldn't kill Lin Xi, then wouldn't someone like Lin Xi be able to kill him?
Can he finally defeat Wenren Cangyue and even the entire Damang Dynasty now?
Such weird thoughts made him feel extremely complicated, and even he couldn't understand it.
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Nearly a hundred black-armored Yunqin soldiers crouched in the grass without making any sound, even their breathing sounds were kept to a minimum.
Not far ahead of them was a horse trail.
The thick leather armor of these nearly a hundred black-armored Yunqin soldiers all had some scars on them. Many of them had wounds on their bodies and were covered with medicine and black bandages.
Their expressions were very haggard, and their appearance was very embarrassing. Even their hair was covered with dirt. It didn't look like hair, but like hay mixed with plaster used to apply mud walls.
But their eyes were still very sharp, filled with an awe-inspiring light that looked back upon death.
They are all remnants of the Qianxia Frontier Army, and even come from different fortresses.
Because of Lin Xi's help, Hu Piyi led the Qianxia Army to a great victory on the south bank of Falling Star Lake for the last time. Due to the shortage of food, grass and ordnance, and Wenren Cangyue, he gained the trust of the Da Mang Dynasty, and the subsequent reinforcements and Da Mang's powerful ordnance were
The Qianxia Border Pass was still completely lost despite the continuous arrival of troops, and all the Yunqin troops in the southern half of Nanling Province began a strategic full-line retreat.
The frontier troops in Qianxia Mountain, which is the furthest away from Falling Star Mausoleum, originally fought the hardest. In such a retreat, the retreat distance was also the longest, and the price paid was naturally the heaviest.
Most of the border troops were dispersed, and many of the border troops numbering over a thousand people ended up with only a handful of people left.
These nearly a hundred black-armored Yunqin soldiers were separated from several units and survived until now with difficulty in a desperate situation where even practitioners may not be able to survive.
Now the remnants of the Qianxia Frontier Army, which looks extremely miserable and in embarrassment, are led by Mo Xunhua, a 29-year-old young man from Qiantang Province. His original position in the Qianxia Frontier Army was confidential.
An officer is only a civilian in the army, but at this moment, the scar on his face that has not yet healed and the firm and decisive look in his eyes are no different from those of the frontline generals.
After confirming that the Damang army passing through the horse path had gone far enough, Mo Xunhua licked her cracked lips, turned around slowly, and looked at all the Yunqin soldiers behind her who had eyes similar to his own.
"These days we don't have enough rest, don't have enough food, and we don't even dare to drink too much raw water... I believe that your body is just like me, and your body can't hold it anymore."
After swallowing hard, he spoke with difficulty, looked at these Yunqin soldiers, and said slowly: "I don't want to say this, but this is the truth... The speed of the Damang army's attack is faster than we imagined.
It's too much, and it's much faster than our escape speed. We're still a long way from Falling Star Lake. I think we won't be able to go back, and we won't be able to go back and see our families."
"I really dream of going back, because by the end of this year, I would be able to go back on vacation and marry my fiancée, but we really can't go back."
"Perhaps, no one would have thought that we would live for such a long time. We should have all been on the Yunqin military's death list. Maybe our family members also thought that we had died in the battle."
"..."
Mo Xunhua spoke slowly. All the Yunqin soldiers in front of him were silent. No one made any criticism, because they knew that what Mo Xunhua said was true. After these days, they also knew
Mo Xunhua, a military civilian official with a very weak name and appearance, has a stronger will than most frontline soldiers. They know that Mo Xunhua will not say such things at this time for no reason.
"We can't go back... But we are Yunqin soldiers at any time, and we can't lose the Yunqin soldiers, so we can choose to die here in battle, and die here gloriously." Mo Xunhua's
The voice sounded again.
There were tears in the eyes of many Yunqin soldiers, but everyone still gritted their teeth and did not make any sound. Their eyes became more determined and fiery.
"I was responsible for some confidential matters in the army before, and I was exposed to and knew more things than you. The Da Mang army we just encountered is very different from the other Da Mang armies." Mo Xunhua
There was some blood on his chapped lips, but he did not stop and looked at these Yunqin soldiers seriously.
, said firmly: "Judging from the flags of this Damang army, there is actually a guard of honor, and there are sedans in the convoy. When they just passed by, there was obviously some fragrance of flower oil and gouache, which shows that those sedans
There are also maids inside. Taking this into consideration, I can guarantee two things with my life. One is
The people in this army must be important figures from the Damang Dynasty who came to the battlefield to supervise the fighting army, or at least envoys or ministers with the king's orders. Another point is the reason I said we should not be able to go back...that is where we are.
In the depths occupied by the Da Mang army, and there will be no Yun Qin army for many miles around.
, because the size of this escort army is only a few hundred, the Da Mang army must not have considered that there will be our Yunqin soldiers here, and there should be two camps of the Da Mang army nearby. This escort
The army just sent this big shot from one large camp to another nearby large camp."
"Since we can't go back, then we will die in battle and die gloriously, so I think we will assassinate this important member of Da Mang!"
"Whether we succeed or not, we have not insulted the name of Yunqin soldiers. Even if we fail, we will still scare them!"
Mo Xunhua also clenched her teeth, and from the gap between her teeth, she spat out such a cold and determined voice. Although the voice was still not loud, it was like gold and iron, impacting the ground.
All the Yunqin soldiers in front of him, whose bodies had reached their limit, still didn't say a word, but they fisted their chests and made a gesture that made the Yunqin army swear to fight to the death.
"I'm from Yunqin, and my name is Lin Xi."
At this moment, what made Mo Xunhua, whose eyes were gradually blurring, suddenly stiffened slightly, was that a voice sounded from the nearby darkness without any warning.
The moment he heard the self-reported name clearly, this frontier general who was extremely tired and embarrassed, but exuded the most powerful glory of the Yunqin soldiers, was like many Yunqin soldiers in front of him.
Trembling uncontrollably.
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