Nightfall Chapter 40: Let him go
His Majesty the Emperor is far away in the city of Chang'an. He wants to ask for instructions. I don’t know how long it will take to go back and forth. The black carriage is already near the city. The words of the historical general sound like irresponsible nonsense, but The people in the room, no one showed such emotions, just seemed a little surprised.
The Tang military has three rune transmission arrays on the border, which can transmit very brief information fragments over the air. One of them is located in Helan City, which can directly lead to the palace in Chang'an City.
The transmission array can transmit very little information, and the resources consumed by a single activation are unimaginable, especially this one in Helan City. Because the communication distance is too far, the cost becomes more and more huge. According to the designer’s calculation , Using it once requires the consumption of supplies equivalent to ten years in Helan City.
According to the military regulations of the Tang law, unless it is a large-scale invasion of the Golden Account, or a dangerous moment such as the Imperial Court of the Left Account attempts to intrude from the Eastern Wilderness to threaten the mainland of Datang, the teleportation array can be activated.
Since a great sage of the academy deployed this teleportation formation, the teleportation formation in Helan City has only been activated twice in the hundreds of years, but today it was activated again because of a lonely carriage.
The tower is quiet, except for the sizzling sound of the heaven and earth condensing on the rune formation, no sound can be heard. The historical generals and those high-ranking officers silently stared at the clean and dust-free surface of the rune formation, not knowing I will see what kind of reply later, and I will become very nervous.
I don’t know how long it took.
A light yellow light flashed, and a very small piece of paper was cut on the ground. When I wanted to come to the palace to reply, I also considered the resources consumed by the teleportation array and reduced the weight as much as possible.
The historical general stepped forward, picked up the note, saluted the military salute seriously, and showed it to everyone.
There was no seal on the small piece of paper, three clear words were written, and the handwriting was not scribbled, very serious. But it is not excellent, the generals can see at a glance, it is the handwriting of your majesty.
"Let him go."
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After a moment of silence in the tower, the former lieutenant who strongly recommended the attack frowned and said: "There is no seal, and there is no military seal. This note is not valid."
Having a historical glance at this person, he said with a cold voice: "According to the military regulations of Helan City, the paper passed by the Fuzhen comes from the palace. Your Majesty's autograph is equivalent to the imperial edict."
The lieutenant was a little nervous, but still insisted on his own opinion, and said in a deep voice: "Ning Que is a great practitioner with a fate. Now he can deal with it under the city. Let him enter the city. Once he is in trouble. How much do we have to die? Can people suppress him? When something goes wrong in Helan City, who will bear the responsibility?"
The historical general coldly scolded: "My Datang soldiers regard obedience to military orders as their bounden duty. Your majesty’s imperial decree is the high military order. If your majesty says yes, then you can. As for responsibility, it is the responsibility of all the soldiers and citizens of the empire!" /
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The formation started, the huge wooden disc began to rotate, and the noose rubbed and squeezed the tung oil. With a faint sound, the two heavy, tall and narrow gates slowly opened.
The black horse-drawn carriage drove into Helan City and walked eastward along the riding trail at the bottom of the narrow mountain. The road was lined with steep cliffs, and dozens of strong mountain castles were built between the cliffs, in each mountain fort. There is a small camp, where I don't know how many heavy weapons are stored, which makes people feel scared.
In Helan City and between the cliffs, countless hardwood bows have been tightened, and dozens of ballistas have been slowly adjusting their angles. Always aiming at the black carriage, more than ten slings were under the command of the officer. Keep tightening the mechanism to ensure that once an attack is launched, the boulders can be thrown out at the same time, burying the carriage.
"If anyone dares to ignore the military order and move first, he will have his head chopped off."
The historical general said with a serious expression, and ordered the lieutenant to take his personal soldiers to look at the powerful crossbow and catapult. Then, under the protection of the shield soldiers, he came to the east city wall, looked at the black carriage, and narrowed his eyes. .
After a while, the lieutenant hurried back, attached to his ear and whispered a few words, his historical complexion suddenly became a little ugly, and he didn't expect that someone would dare to do it.
"Where are the others?" the historical general asked in a cold voice.
The lieutenant replied in a low voice: "Vice-General Xiao and his soldiers have been disarmed and locked up."
"Cut off his head." The historical general said blankly.
The lieutenant's expression changed slightly. He thought that although the military order was like a mountain and it was not childish, it was understandable that Xiao lieutenant wanted to kill the daughter of Hades, and that she was a cron of the empress.
The historical general knew what he was thinking, and his face was frosty and said: "I don't care if he is the queen or the princess. Any soldier who dares to question or oppose your majesty's will is not qualified to continue living, and He knows very well how many people will die in Helan City today if this carriage is attacked."
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Thousands of Tang Jun stood on the Helan city wall, on the cliff fortifications, and behind the arrow stacks of the barracks on the slopes, silently and complexly looking at the black carriage below, as if in the road to send off.
The lieutenant returned to the historical general again, a **** smell faintly spread from the saber on his waist, and he followed the general's gaze to the black carriage, and his mood became very complicated.
"From the ordinary soldiers in Weicheng to the current status, how many people have I had since the founding of Datang? In these years, who has not been proud of him in the Northern Army? Who in the Beijing Camp does not regard him as a struggler? Goals and idols?"
The historical general looked at the black carriage with emotion.
The lieutenant sighed and said: "It's only a pity that the hero is saddened by the beauty of beauty. Ning Que can have today and cannot be separated from the cultivation of his majesty and the academy. As a result, regardless of the safety of the Tang and the world, he has to go his own way. It's ruthless and unjust, the **** is at its extreme."
At this moment, a gust of wind blew up in the Helan Mountain, causing the windows of the black carriage to rustle, and the curtains flew up, revealing a girl’s face. The girl’s face was pale and ordinary with short hair. The wind was blowing in such a mess, it looked like a cloud of weeds.
The historical general looked at that place and said, "Where is the beauty, how can we talk about beauty?"
The lieutenant also saw the girl's face and was a little surprised. After a moment of silence, he said: "In this way, Ning Que is a man of love and righteousness. Although he has made the wrong object, he is also worthy of admiration." /
The historical general said: "It can make your majesty look different, naturally extraordinary."
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As soon as he left the defensive area of Helan City, Ning Que allowed the **** horse to speed up, breaking through the snow and ice, breaking through the cold ground, and rushing eastward along the narrow Helan Mountain.
The snow peaks high in the canyon are not moving in the field of vision, and the nearby cliffs have turned into gray lines that sweep back quickly. You can imagine how amazing the speed of the black carriage is now.
Sangsang was a little surprised. He didn't understand why she suddenly accelerated. Ning Que saw her expression, but did not answer. He drove the carriage silently and intently, pushing the speed to the extreme.
Ning Que needs speed now.
Starting from Subbi Lake, the black carriage entered the traditional sphere of influence of the Tang Dynasty. The practitioners of the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism, because of various fears, were unable to track and kill like those days before.
But no one will give up. I don’t know how many forces have been watching them, guessing the route of the black carriage, the large black clouds in the sky and the dozens of black crows, reporting their whereabouts to the world at any time. When the black carriage came to Helan City, maybe many people had guessed where they were going.
If you leave the Helan Mountains, you will enter the Eastern Wilderness and leave the sphere of influence of the Tang Dynasty. There are countless forces on the wasteland, such as the left tent king court, the Xiling Temple coalition army, the deserted tribe, and the strong.
Ning Que didn't know who would be waiting for him on the wasteland after crossing this mountain range. That being the case, no matter what the black carriage is driving, it doesn't seem to make any sense, so why did he choose this way?
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The dark clouds fell on the silver mask, making the silver mask appear more gray.
Long Qing watched the thick dark clouds in the sky coming over from the west, and the corners of his mouth exposed outside the mask slowly raised, and said, "Of course I should write the ending of your story."
Then he lowered his head and continued to write, the soft tip of the pen kept moving on the letter paper, and drew a drawing that seemed to be a schematic diagram of the gates of a certain big city, and then wrote a few lines briefly.
Seal the letter with lacquer and hand it to a former Xiling Temple cavalry leader. He calmly said: "After arriving in Chengjing, hand this letter to him, and then tell him that if the opportunity arises, we Be sure to catch it."
The fallen commander was ordered awe-inspiring, turned on his horse and drove south.
As a confidant of Emperor Longqing, he has also been in these days, knowing this secret, thinking about the discussions in the world, can not help but feel a little cold, and his awe of Emperor Longqing has increased.
Long Qing emperor looked at the rider who was going away and was silent for a long time, and realized that he had a strange feeling for his homeland, and he couldn't help shook his head.
My own journey is the realm of light and darkness, how can it be in the red dust?
He walked slowly to the edge of the cliff, looking at the gap of the mountain about ten feet wide, his expression gradually calming down.
Behind him, there are more than a dozen strong men in the pinnacle of the Profound Caverns, and two old men who look like ordinary people in ordinary clothes, and there are three thousand left in the wasteland not far away. The cavalry of the king's court.
With so many people to write the end of the story for the black carriage, Emperor Long Qing felt that he had expressed enough respect for the two people in the carriage.
The dark clouds in the sky have crossed the towering snow peaks and deep into the middle of the wasteland.
The sound of hoofs was rapid, and the black carriage under the clouds finally drove out of Helan Mountain, onto the wasteland, came to Long Qing's eyes, and then slowly stopped.
Long Qing sat on the horse, looked at the black carriage under the hillside, stretched out his hand to take off the silver mask on his face, showing his burned cheeks, and smiled slightly, looking particularly hideous.
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