Chapter 826

Mainly because the army's morale and discipline were not good, and they rushed to Longchuan, the team was almost falling apart. It was also He Chunhua's good luck that the first team to ambush the enemy's main force had a slight slip-up, but it didn't alert the other side, and it was a premeditated move, having mobilized many military supplies in advance. He Chunhua knew very well what quality his army had; if the combat power wasn't enough, military supplies would make up for it.

Once the ambush started, it was a rain of arrows and artillery fire, two full rounds of firepower suppression, beating the opposing rebel army into throwing away their armor and abandoning their weapons.

Half of the military aid down payment from the Rongshan Sect was spent here.

He Chunhua was also staking everything on one throw.

However, when two armies meet, the brave one wins. His own team saw that the enemy was too weak, so everyone rushed up to grab merits and heads!

So morale was boosted, and they shouted and scattered the enemy army.

Prefect Hu heard this and led his officials to flatter him wildly, praising He Chunhua as a reincarnation of the God of War, unparalleled in wisdom.

Qiu Hu also rarely praised him as "extraordinary."

He wasn't praising He Chunhua for training his army well, nor was he praising the tactics for being extraordinary, but he had an extraordinary understanding of the army under his command, knowing how to maximize strengths and avoid weaknesses.

Strong armies have strong army tactics, weak armies have weak army tactics, and they must never be treated the same.

Adapting to the situation, this is not something that people who only read military books can do.

After three rounds of wine, Prefect Hu was about to raise his glass again when red light suddenly appeared outside the window, reflecting half of his face red.

"Eh?" Everyone was surprised, and when they went out to look, strands of red light appeared in the night sky to the north, intricately intertwined, quickly outlining hills, fields, cities, and buildings...

But there was one point, this vast scene was upside down.

At least from everyone's perspective, it was like this.

Prefect Hu asked curiously: "Why is it especially clear today?"

He Chunhua looked sideways: "Today?"

"Yes, there have been anomalies in the night recently, and this city in the sky has appeared several times, but none of them were as clear as today."

That seemed to be a plain, no, a majestic city on a plateau? Although it was an inverted image, He Chunhua saw the iconic triple-gate wall and his face changed: "Panlongcheng?"

He had been to the Panlong ruins himself and had a deep impression of the Panlong South City Gate standing on the plateau, so he could recognize it at a glance.

"There is an explosion in the city." He Lingchuan narrowed his eyes, "It seems there is a battle happening."

Everyone could even see figures flickering in the alleys of the city, but they were smaller than beans and couldn't be seen clearly, and there were some things that didn't look like humans but moved quickly.

What were those things, and how could they appear in Panlongcheng?

The strange things in the city seemed to have been chasing humans. Once caught, the people were gone.

The red light anomaly lasted for two quarters of an hour, then suddenly converged into a beam of light.

The city disappeared, the figures inside disappeared, and only this red light shot into the sky, reaching the clouds and touching the desert.

Don't look at it as only a narrow beam; it could make everyone's face red. The black-gray outer walls of the Heishuicheng buildings were also plated with a layer of golden-red shell.

He Lingchuan muttered: "Good fellow, this is too conspicuous."

Such a big battle, as long as the living people around the Panlong Desert weren't blind, they could all see it.

He Chunhua patted his shoulder: "Do you want to explore it again?"

The direction where the red light converged, wasn't it the ruins deep in the Panlong Desert? "Don't want to!" He Lingchuan refused flatly, "Old Man, that's not a place for humans."

He Chunhua laughed a few times.

He Lingchuan understood that the meaning of this laughter was actually "It's not up to you."

Just as everyone was watching, the red light disappeared abruptly.

Just as abruptly as it appeared.

Prefect Hu sighed, worried: "Heavenly anomalies, I fear monsters will be born."

He Chunhua suddenly asked him: "What does the Great Shaman of Mandu say?"

Prefect Hu said: "The Great Shaman set off a month ago, saying he wanted to travel in all directions, and hasn't returned yet."

Traveling meant you don't ask where I'm going, I don't know myself.

"Is that so?" He Chunhua was a bit regretful.

He happened to have many questions he wanted to ask the Great Shaman, but he missed the opportunity.

He Lingchuan's gaze moved slightly.

Yes, there was such a strange person locally. He also wanted to visit when he first arrived in Heishuicheng, but the person was gone, and Prefect Hu gave the same answer.

Finally, the excitement was over, the wine was drunk to his heart's content, and Prefect Hu sent everyone back to the inn before saying goodbye.

On the way back, He Lingchuan saw three or four people sitting under a snake-skin shed at the intersection, and his footsteps couldn't help but pause.

Qiu Hu looked in the direction of his gaze, and his expression also tightened.

Those few people were slurping noodles, all in bowls as big as washbasins, steaming hot.

He Lingchuan and Qiu Hu's strangeness only lasted for a short moment, and they immediately returned to normal.

Everyone returned to the inn, and He Lingchuan said to He Chunhua:

"Old Man, the few men eating noodles at the intersection just now, we saw them on Red Cliff Road, they are not good things."

"How do you say?"

"Not soldiers, then bandits." He Lingchuan borrowed Qiu Hu's statement, "We originally thought they would rob on Red Cliff Road, but they came into the city."

"These few people can't turn the sky over." He Chunhua didn't care, "Heishuicheng is not under my jurisdiction, so I won't worry about that."

If he overstepped his authority, where would he put Prefect Hu? After saying this, everyone returned to their rooms to rest.

Before He Chunhua returned to his room, he turned back and handed a cloth bag to He Lingchuan:

"Wu Shaoyi asked me to pass this to you. After this rebellion, he retired in Yizhou, saying that the mountains and waters there are beautiful and can serve as a place to bury his bones."

He Lingchuan sighed.

Wu Shaoyi didn't have much time left. After the parting in the Yuan capital, there's no promise of meeting again, right?

This old brother had a bumpy life, rising and falling several times. His life could be said to be a microcosm of the Yuan Nation's last twenty years, a witness to the people's livelihood and the corruption of the officialdom.

He was already beyond medical help, but did the Yuan Nation still have a chance to be saved? He Chunhua was also curious: "What do you want these for?"

"I made a bet with someone that I could get the Tu County Annals!"

He Chunhua gave a scoff, knowing he was full of nonsense. But there were only some old things here, and he was too lazy to ask further.

Entering the guest room, He Lingchuan opened the cloth bag and saw several books wrapped inside. Besides the Tu County Annals he had named, there were also three clan histories of local prominent families.

There was also a note tucked inside. Wu Shaoyi had marked the page numbers related to Longchuan.

In addition, Wu Shaoyi also wrote him a letter, heavy.

He Lingchuan had originally just tried it out, not expecting Wu Shaoyi to really find the county annals and the information related to Longchuan.

Longchuan belonged to Tu County, but this place had changed hands four times in the past two hundred years; besides the beginning and end of Panlongcheng and the Yuan Nation, it had also been annexed by two other countries in the middle.

Of course, what He Lingchuan really cared about was the performance of Longchuan under the rule of Panlongcheng more than 160 years ago.

Level 17 typhoon "Doksuri" might hit me head-on.

To prevent power outages and other accidents, I have set up automatic releases for today and the 28th.

Now I have to go prepare food and water, as well as some emergency equipment.

See you later~

(End of chapter)