The sun is still shining brightly in Southern Zhou Dynasty, and it is slightly cold in the morning, but it will warm up after some exercise.

"Practice!"

Fifty riders started galloping down the mountain.

"Bow and arrow!"

Lei Biao shouted fiercely.

After receiving the news that Yang Xuan would go to northern Xinjiang to take up his post, Yang Lue ordered Nan He to rush to assist, and Lei Biao was his new deputy.

The young men were skilled with bows and horses, and they rushed forward row by row, cutting the haystacks into pieces with their horizontal knives.

Lei Biao turned around and said, "General."

Yang Lue nodded, "Let the brothers start practicing too."

More than 20 guards began to practice.

Lei Biao looked forward to it, "I wonder what's going on with Mr. Lang."

"Chenzhou is a dangerous place. Those officials are all frustrated. If they are not handled properly, they will attack in groups. But I am not worried about this."

"Why?"

Yang Lue said: "Lang Jun is going to do big things in the future. Now he is unbearable. When the big things are done, what revenge can't be avenged? What I'm worried about is...those alien races."

"Brothers have found out the news. Now the puppet emperor has become more and more stupid. He actually allows the border areas to recruit sergeants on their own. Hey, that's fine, but what else... Taxes are received from the frontiers in Chang'an and have to be sent back from Chang'an. How can the border areas recruit soldiers on their own?

Collecting taxes can help support those armies." Lei Biao shook his head.

Yang Lue sneered, "The pseudo-emperor was so decisive in killing back then, but in the end he was too ruthless and lacked the dignity."

Mentioning the pseudo-emperor, Yang Lue's body was filled with murderous intent, "Lang Jun has moved, and the eagles and falcons need to know their way again. Let the brothers in charge work harder and make more trips."

Lei Biao nodded, "Yes."

A ride came from the village.

"General, the local government has come to collect taxes."

Yang slightly smiled and looked north.

"Nan He, when will you arrive?"

…

Nan He was on his way to Northern Xinjiang at the moment.

On the day he received the message from Chang'an Eagle Falcon, Yang Lue ordered him to set off to assist Lang Jun in northern Xinjiang.

He has bypassed Chang'an and is heading towards Chenzhou.

After passing one pass after another, it was finally level.

The leaves are starting to wither and falling everywhere.

Yellow, red... colorful.

In this kind of scenery, a poet and poet would have to hold back a few sour poems. But Nan He thought of the golden war and the iron horse.

There are cultivated fields on both sides of the official road. It is now empty, with only a few piles left. A few old cows are scattered in the field, looking for food leisurely. A bird landed in the field, pacing slowly, occasionally lowering its head to peck at food.

In the distance, the mist is thin, and the village is looming.

The clatter of horse hooves ahead.

Nan He lifted the bamboo hat a little higher.

He looks very ordinary, the kind that no one would remember if he were thrown into the crowd.

The three riders in front emerged from the mist.

Seeing Nan He, one of them shouted: "Local inspection, stop."

The three cavalrymen all carried horizontal swords and surrounded them from the left and right.

Nanhe Lema, put your hands in front of you to show no harm!

"Get off your horse!" the man in front of him drew his sword and shouted.

Nan He was puzzled, "I'm just a traveler, this is not a checkpoint."

The man said with a cold face, "A murderer just appeared here. I have been ordered to investigate and dismount!"

Nan He smiled bitterly, "I am a foreigner..."

The three knights slowly surrounded him, with three horizontal knives pointed at him.

Nan He dismounted.

The man on the left shouted: "Look back."

Nan He turned to the left.

The man behind him raised his sword, and the man in the middle smiled proudly and reached out to pull the reins of Nanhe's horse.

Choking!

The horizontal sword was suddenly unsheathed and then flashed.

"careful!"

"Bitch bitch slave, he was actually prepared, ah!"

"Spare me!"

"Please, I still have an old mother and young children at home, please..."

Three men were lying on the ground, two of them were dead, one had a hole in his chest and abdomen, and his internal organs could be seen, but he was not dead for a while.

Nan He slowly sheathed the knife, looked at the dying man and said: "Even if the local government wants to block the road for inspection, it will be led by petty officials. When will the village be able to intercept travelers? When the world is in chaos."

The man gasped.

Nan He raised his foot and stepped on his throat, frowning and said: "We have to change the road again, it's troublesome!"

A few days later, Nan He appeared in front of a checkpoint.

Several sergeants stood there lazily, and someone shouted: "Dismount."

Nan He dismounted and led the horse forward.

"Getting through."

A sergeant stretched out his hand lazily.

If there was a surprise attack, three breaths would be enough to kill them all... Nan He analyzed it out of habit, then took out the bag and handed it over.

The sergeant lowered his head and glanced, "He was once a member of the army. He went to Northern Xinjiang... to join the army in Chenzhou... a true man!"

A few lazy sergeants also showed more admiration.

The sergeant returned the checkpoint to him and said: "Chenzhou is a mess, with frequent attacks by horse thieves and foreign tribes. It is easy to make meritorious deeds, but you can be careless... Brother, have a good trip."

Nan He nodded, mounted his horse, looked at these people carefully, and said, "These days, you have to take risks in any business."

…

In the early morning, Yang Xuan climbed to the top of the city and looked at Ermei Mountain on the right. There was a beacon on the mountain, and there were sergeants stationed in the beacon. This is why the city was able to respond in time when the horse thieves attacked.

Yang Xuan stood on the top of the city, and Cao Ying beside him said: "Lang Jun, are you really going to deal with Jiang? As long as Lang Jun orders me, I can find a reason to let him die without a burial place."

The old thief stretched himself and said, "How will you deal with him if he doesn't make a mistake?"

Cao Ying said calmly: "Many mistakes are not made by myself."

If you want to incriminate yourself, why bother?

"This treacherous sycophant!" Suzaku muttered.

Yang Xuan shook his head, "Keep it."

"Keep it?" Cao Ying was startled.

"If we get rid of Jiang Zhen, Ma Zhen will come again, why not keep him." Yang Xuan thought of being an undercover agent.

He turned around and said, "Just follow the plan."

"Undercover? Hahahaha! I want to be a good person." Suzaku laughed wildly.

Later I returned to the county.

"I've seen the Ming Dynasty."

The three clerks saluted.

Yang Xuan nodded, looked at Jiang Zhen and said, "Jiang Zhen is here for the first time. I think he feels a lot of discomfort. If there is any difficulty, just tell him and I will handle it as appropriate."

Jiang Zhen was stunned for a moment, then saluted, "Thank you Mingfu."

Returning to the check-in room, Jiang Zhen smiled and felt a little proud.

Woo!
To be continued...