811 Sunshine

Night, Mucheng, the north bank of Zhangshui!

The cold wind swept by, and the black clouds filled the sky, covering the stars.

The camp tents that lasted for several miles seemed to be swallowed by darkness, which seemed to be an unsettling night.

However, the sleeping soldiers made a sound of thunder and seemed to be immersed in a beautiful dream.

In the vast darkness, only the central army's tent was filled with a faint candlelight.

This was the commander of Gu Nanping, the commander of Zhennan Army. At this time, he did not rest. He leaned over in front of the commander's case with a volume of military books, and read the candlelight at night.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a cold light broke through the military tent above his head, as if a fish hook caught the fish's mouth, and suddenly hooked the commander's head.

"Click!"

A strange sound came, and the head immediately left his neck, rushed out of the military tent with the cold light, and disappeared into the vast night.

There was no blood, no screams, strangely calm.

The military camp tent is still the same, as if nothing has happened.

At the same time, not far from the military camp, is the surging river of Zhang River.

The Zhang River under the night is also shrouded in black clouds, and the scenery becomes blurred.

In the darkness, a lonely boat drifted over. At the bow of the boat, an old man in a straw raincoat sat upright on the bow, and a fish basket next to him, obviously fishing.

“Huh?”

The old man in the straw raincoat moved the fishing rod in his hand, as if the fish had already taken the bait, which made him frown slightly, as if he was quite puzzled.

"Is Gu Nanping's head not easy to catch?"

The sound came from the stern of the boat, and there was a person standing there. It was not clear in the night. This person seemed to be standing proudly on the sampan with his hands on his back, exuding the breath of a superior.

However, from his voice, it can be seen that this person is Zhao Baige.

Five days ago, they agreed to fish here, and the person they caught was Gu Nanping's head.

The fisherman is the old man in the straw raincoat, the old man in the straw raincoat of the Great Qin.

"No!"

At this time, the straw raincoat man shook his head slightly, frowned and said, "But it's too easy, easy..."

Speaking of this, his voice paused, but continued to add.

"Like a fish that takes the initiative to take the hook."

A thing that is too easy to do often makes people feel uneasy.

Moreover, in this world, there are no fish that take the initiative to take the bait.

"Look at it, you'll know."

Zhao Baige couldn't help but sigh. He knew that Gu Nanping was not simple. As the general of Zhennan Army, there were too many people in the world who wanted to kill him.

His head was not so easy to take away.

Fortunately, the angler is very skilled and has not only one chance to take action.

"Bang!"

The old man in the straw raincoat raised his fishing rod, and suddenly a flowing light came from the air, and fell on the sampan. He was rolled up by Zhao Baige's long sleeves and held it in his palm.

Under the dim moonlight, it was like a human head.

However, it's just like.

This is a human head carved from wood, like a great handicraft, looking lifelike, like Ji Gu Nanping.

"Puppet technique?"

The old man in the straw raincoat looked ugly, just like a cat teasing a mouse, but was teased by a mouse in turn.

Being teased by prey is a shame.

"Swoosh swish swish!"

At this moment, in the quiet night sky, a sound of breaking through the air suddenly came.

The sky suddenly shone like fireworks, turning into white streams of light, carrying endless cold air, pouring downward in their direction.

"Is this...frost ice spear?"

Zhao Baige's pupils couldn't help but shrink. At this time, he could see that the white streaming light that broke through the air was a frost ice spear?

"Crash!"

The ice spears in the sky shot into the Zhang River, which immediately aroused ice flowers. The endless cold air spread like ripples, and the river surface was fifty feet wide, and it suddenly freezes.

In an instant, the rolling river turned into a deadly glacier.

"Boom!"

The sound of horse hooves came, and the earth was shaking, as if thousands of troops were galloping towards them.

"White Dove, how many people did you bring?"

The man with straw raincoat face was full of bitterness. His eyes looked towards the north bank military camp, where a blue light flashed, blooming in the night sky, making people unable to open their eyes.

"Frequently Fifty Thousand!"

At this time, Zhao Baige also noticed the blue light and his expression became a little surprised.

"Take them all back!"

The man in the windmill suddenly stood up, shook the fishing rod with his hand, and sighed, "There are such masters who set up a plan next to Gu Nanping. It seems that I have miscalculated it."

"Blue Light? Why is it him?"

Zhao Baige's face was ashen, and anger appeared in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "I am not willing to give up."

"Let's go quickly! I've got a husband who has broken the back, and they can't catch up."

While talking, the man in the raincoat reached out and kicked the fish basket beside him. Hundreds of fish pounced on the river, like bloodthirsty sharks, breaking through the thick ice surface and rushing towards the north bank of the Zhang River.

"Brother, see you in Handan City!"

Zhao Baige sighed lightly, then rose from the ground and disappeared towards the south bank of Zhangshui in an instant.

Rumble!

At this moment, tens of thousands of war horses galloped over, and under the night sky, it was covered with darkness, like a sweeping black cloud, stepping on the frozen ice surface of the Zhang River.

"Plop!"

Suddenly, the ice surface broke inch by inch, and hundreds of fish rushed out, spreading their hideous teeth, like a fierce crocodile, pounced towards the cavalry, dragging people and horses into the cold river.

With the shrill screams, blood gushed out, immediately dyeing the white ice surface red.

"Mr. Qianyi, your original name is Zhao Baiyang?"

But at this moment, a blue light came over the sky and turned into a tall man in blue robe, standing above the north bank of the Zhang River with his hands behind his back.

"Your identity has been learned by the Blood-stinging Young Master, so why don't you be allowed to capture?"

The sound rolled in, turned into blue light, pouring on the lonely boat.

Painful planning, ruined!

The Master of Curtain didn't expect that the Blood-Thorned Young Master, who didn't care about politics, would have seen through his own actions long ago?

The night tonight is really disturbing!

He couldn't help but look up at the night sky, and the fishing rod in his hand suddenly shook out, and a cold light shot out like electricity.

Duke Qianyi, whose original name was Zhao Baiyang, was the crown prince of Zhao three hundred years ago.

However, suddenly one day, he disappeared forever.

Bai Yang, who is named after the sunshine in the daytime, but he carries the powerful dream of Zhao State, transforms into the shadow of walking in the night, and loses the sunshine in the daytime forever.

Time continues to be vicissitudes and cruel, the long cold night dawns, and the sun will eventually fall on the earth.

The distantness of nothingness will become within reach,

As long as the battle continues, the unfinished dreams in his heart will continue endlessly.

Not afraid of the night, dawn will eventually come!

However, thousands of miles away, there is the same night city of Daqin.

There is a man who is afraid of the arrival of dawn, and that is the prince of Qin.

However, no one can stop it. The morning sun may be late, but it will never be absent.

Today's sunshine is particularly cold, just like the heart of the prince of Qin.

Under the cold autumn wind, on a remote official road, a lonely carriage was walking forward, stepping on the muddy road after the rain, without any followers, and there was only one horseman.
To be continued...