Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 642: Siege?
It's not cold when it snows, it's cold when it melts.
In Zhaohui City in the afternoon, the temperature plummeted, and the dripping water turned into ice.
Even a rare sunny day and red sun cannot bring warmth to the city.
Carriages and chariots set off from various places in the third and fourth districts, and rushed to the second district in a hurry.
The main token of the thirty-six provinces.
Thirty-six top big shots.
Although I don't know what the governor is doing, I don't dare to hesitate.
In the past few years, Liang Yuandao seldom issued governor's tokens, but since the powerful royal supervisor in Zhaohui City disdained the governor's tokens six years ago, a family of seventy-two disappeared mysteriously. After the body appeared in the mass grave outside the city the next day, the despicable power of the governor's token has always shrouded in the hearts of every powerful person, and they dare not neglect in the slightest.
Most of the big men who are eligible to receive the governor's token are not young.
Even though they appear to be in their prime because of their superb martial arts cultivation, they have actually gone through their own long life journeys and seen most of the scenery on their life journeys.
When the chariot came to the second urban area and gradually approached the Yunmeng camp, their faces showed surprise in unison.
The reason is very simple. The top dignitaries are used to living in seclusion. Although they know from various information that the Yunmeng camp has sprung up suddenly, they don't know the details.
In imagination, the Second City, which was supposed to be dilapidated and desolate, has become orderly without knowing when.
Although the land in front of me does not have the cleanliness of a garden, the prosperity of an old city, or the beauty of a resort, a kind of tidiness that is difficult to describe with words is already coming.
It can be seen that there are wide roads, smooth and straight, criss-crossing, and cross-connected. There is a white stone pillar at each intersection, on which is engraved a simple timed black pattern formation, red, yellow and green, alternating Swap flashes.
Only when the front is green can you pass forward.
When it is red, the horizontal road can pass, and the vertical road needs to wait.
There are some drivers who control chariots. The owners of the cars are distinguished, and they themselves are considered "names and surnames" in the city. They don't care about these strange rules. A refugee who looked like a yamen servant with a red strip on his arm came to stop him, but was whipped out by the coachman with a few whips...
In less than an hour, outside the Yunmeng camp, on a square that had been built long ago, most of the thirty-six top dignitaries and rich families had gathered.
There are also distinct camps between each other, and there are differences between closeness and estrangement.
"What happened?"
"I don't know..."
"It was rumored that there was Gray Eagle Guard, who was killed by the people from Yunmeng camp last night."
"Lin Beichen, a little bastard, is so bold that he provoked the governor?"
"Then he is dead."
Some people are discussing and exchanging intelligence and information with each other.
In the end, most people came to a clear conclusion——
It turned out that the governor ordered them to come here to watch the punishment.
Today, the Governor must be here to publicly execute Lin Beichen.
The passage of time.
More and more people appeared outside the Yunmeng camp.
Many aristocrats, rich and powerful people who are not qualified to receive the token of the city lord also came here on their own initiative. One is a good opportunity to meet the helmsman of the great nobles. One is that they generally have a premonition that something big will happen today, so they come to observe and don't want to miss such a prosperous world.
Suddenly, outside the Yunmeng Camp, there was a turmoil of people and it was extremely lively.
In contrast, inside the Yunmeng camp, it was very quiet.
There is no one to be seen.
Only at the gate of the camp, the slender [Hammer of the North Star] Qianqian, who was wearing fiery red armor, and the 200 elite mining troops she led, were murderous and fierce, and looked very eye-catching. His expression was stern, revealing a signal that strangers should not enter from the inside out.
The waiting time is always torturous.
Even if it is only half an hour, it is the same.
The eyes of many dignitaries focused on the ancient pine with a height of 100 meters and a protruding peak in the center of the camp.
Such a lonely ancient pine with a lifespan of at least hundreds of years is rare in the city. I don’t know how much effort was spent on this extravagant dandy. The effect may not be good either. The pavilions and luxurious tents built on the top of the tree do not have the slightest aristocratic heritage or aristocratic aura.
But no matter what, the Yunmeng camp and even the surrounding scene gave many nobles some surprises and surprises.
The innate greed and intuition for property and land made them suddenly realize that this place, which they ignored and only regarded as a dump for exiled refugees, actually hides wealth potential that cannot be ignored. It's really a pity that Lin Beichen is in the hands of a prodigal son like Lin Beichen.
Since this little **** has offended the governor, he will die soon without a place to bury him.
A dragon cannot fly without a head, and a bird cannot fly without a head.
Without Lin Beichen, the elite soldiers and generals under his command, no matter how fierce they are, are just a group of wild dogs without their masters and are not a threat.
So when the time comes, this huge Yunmeng camp, and this has changed day by day
The second urban area will become a plump cake without an owner, and they can enjoy it to their heart's content.
Thinking of this, some people even became short of breath.
They couldn't wait to see Lin Beichen executed soon.
At this time, a large group of people rushed in like a tide.
It is the main war department in Zhaohui City.
The three signal flags fluttered in the wind, six or seven meters long, hunting in the cold wind, like three black dragons, baring their teeth and claws in the winter sun, showing their ferocity.
On one of the banners, the word [Weishan] is written.
Weishan War Department.
On the Lightning Tiger War Beast under the banner, Kou Zhongzheng came slowly with a sneer on his lips.
He is surrounded by generals.
Including Gongsun Bai, the [little God of War] riding a white horse.
In addition to the Weishan War Headquarters, there are also two War Headquarters, Huanfeng and Liuyun.
This is the absolute confidant of Liang Yuandao, the governor of the province.
Obviously, they responded to the call of the governor Liang Yuandao and led the army.
The dark army swept in like a tide, spreading out in a concave fan shape one mile away from the Yunmeng camp, half surrounding the entire camp.
Flag hunting.
The light of the sword is cold.
Then two thousand Gray Eagle Guards wearing Eagle God masks approached with their swords hanging.
Like two thousand silent gods of death, they walked silently. Red, surpassing the more than 30,000 sergeants of the three major divisions.
Then, a huge and luxurious man was lifted and driven, like a god's cloud chariot, with a domineering momentum.
Ten eunuchs at the level of martial arts masters floated over like clouds and flowing water, carrying their chariots.
On it, Liang Yuandao's fat and gigantic figure is as majestic as a mountain, as dense as a monster, sitting still.
At this moment, everyone's hearts seemed to be crushed by a huge boulder, and their breathing became short of breath.
The person who has controlled the Fengyu Province for countless years, has no formidable power. When he appears, he is like a demon lord coming to the dust.
Even the powerful nobles had no choice but to bow their heads and kneel on the ground at this moment.
Only the two hundred mining troops headed by [Hammer of Beichen] Qianqian in the Yunmeng Camp stood with their waists straight and held their swords, standing like unbreakable long swords of the sky, standing in the camp in the cold winter wind. The door looked so out of place, yet so majestic.