According to Beiliang's example, a stone tablet in front of the beacon was engraved with the names of the five soldiers and their equipment.
Sima Zhenming, the newly appointed commander of the Deer Tail Beacon.
His corpse's blood covered the stone tablet.
As for the previous commander, the one who wanted him to clean his ass the first time they met, he was called Hu Lin.
He was the one who had died before Tang Yanchao, the deputy captain of Fengqi Castle.
Before Hu Lin resigned from the commander and was promoted to captain, he had once secretly sought out Sima Zhenming. In the end, he stood in front of him for a long time, scratching his head. He probably couldn't bring himself to apologize. Indeed, having these old ruffians say such things was worse than being stabbed.
In the end, the two of them laughed it off.
In the end, they were both dead.
On the watchtower, the old Beimang Grandmaster killed two more beacons who had drawn their swords. In the meantime, he used his hand to catch an arrow from the number one divine archer. The old man twirled the arrow in his hand. Looking at the two remaining ants, his smile was full of disdain.
The short old man surnamed Xue said calmly, "You're the only heir of the Guo family. You can still leave. I'll help you block them."
Guo Xi threw away the large iron bow and slowly drew the cold, shiny blade at his waist. "Uncle Xue, the Guo family is gone."
Old Xue, who hadn't taken action in this battle, was silent.
The Xue family had more than forty people. After Chu Lushan's thousand cavalry entered Shu, apart from him, who was known for his cynicism in Western Shu's imperial court, all of them had died.
Those who died in battle, those who committed suicide, those who were killed.
There were also the women and children who had been poisoned to death by the men of the family.
How could he not hate the Xu family and Beiliang?
But so many years had passed.
Old Xue didn't know when, but he realized that many of his memories were slowly blurring. There was Western Shu's path to heaven, a boundless sea of bamboo, and the world's number one famous mountain.
The old man liked being called Little Xue by those young Beiliang people.
He liked the snow that Western Shu had never encountered before.
He liked standing on high ground, closing his eyes and smelling it. His nose was filled with the smell of wind and sand.
The old man asked softly, "Have you really thought it through?"
Guo Xi nodded. Suddenly, he grinned and said, "Uncle Xue, I didn't dare to tell you before, but this Beiliang knife is so damn handy!"
The old man glared at him and pretended to be angry as he scolded, "Stinky brat!"
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Five to six hundred paces away from the Bucktail Horse Fengsui, there was a sudden feeling that two riders were motionless.
The bearded man squinted at the two figures fighting on the watchtower. "My intuition is accurate. Both sides would have experts. It was just that no one knew where they were hiding and when they would surface. In this kind of hunting game, it depends on who is the mouse, who is the cat, and who is the tiger. "
Zhong Tan's personal maid, Liu Daoxiang, was an expert from the Princess' Tomb. She asked with a frown, "An expert from the Tide-listening Pavilion on Mount Qingliang? But why would it appear in the little Fire Beacon? "
Zhong Tan rubbed his chin. "Who knows."
Zhong Tan squeezed the horse's belly. "Let's go. Let's do a favor to those two young masters from the Yi family. They are probably half dead from anger this time. By the time we get there, the two Master Realm masters we met on the narrow path will have died together. "
When they got close to the Bucktail Horse Fengsui, Zhong Tan and the girl jumped off the horse and landed on the watchtower.
The situation was a little different from what Zhong Tan had expected, but it wasn't a big deal.
That Beiliang expert hiding in the Fire Beacon not only killed the Master Realm retainer that the big young master's family worshipped like a Bodhisattva, but he was also heavily injured. However, together with another relatively young Fire Beacon, they killed twenty Beimang people.
Beimang, Beiliang. The ground was filled with corpses. Zhong Tan could only lightly kick and send a Beiliang Fire Beacon's corpse flying.
Ceng Pingshan hugged his head and curled up in a corner, his body trembling.
Pang Rui was crazily slashing at a corpse with his blade.
"A Grandmaster and a Rank-3 expert! I will be beaten to death by my family when I get back! "
"I will chop you all to pieces!"
She, who was pretending to be Zhong Tan's maid, frowned. Zhong Tan coughed and waited until Ceng Pingshan, who had finally returned to life, raised his head. Zhong Tan nodded at him and then said to Pang Rui indifferently, "Alright, it's just an expert. I'll give you one later. I guarantee that he'll be much stronger than the one lying on the ground. As for how to explain it to your father, who is now a general in the town, I will help you. "
Pang Rui's face was stunned. Then, it was as if he had narrowly escaped death.
Zhong Tan walked over and helped Ceng Pingshan, whose legs were weak, up. He said with a pleasant expression, "Call Young Master Pang tonight. I will treat you all to wine and help you all calm down."
Ceng Pingshan's face was covered in tears and snot. He clutched the general's sleeve tightly and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
Zhong Tan shook off Ceng Pingshan's hand without leaving a trace. He came to the battlement and saw the corpse hanging on the Beacon Flintstone Tablet.
This important person in the entire Beimang Dynasty just stared at it for a long time.
The woman asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhong Tan's gaze didn't move at all. He said softly, "A few unknown experts popping up is nothing. But what is truly terrifying is where."
Zhong Tan stretched out her finger and pointed at the stone tablet.
The woman was puzzled. "Hmm?"
Zhong Tan smiled and stretched. "No matter what, let's take down Crouching Bow, Luanhe, and Xiaguang Cities first. Otherwise, our general will ask my uncle to bring me back personally."
The group of people went downstairs. Under the dumbfounded gaze, Zhong Tan suddenly walked to the stone tablet and gently carried the corpse down. She let the corpse of the Bucktail Ba Fengzi, whose name they didn't know, sit against the stone tablet.
That Fengzi seemed to be looking towards the south.
Zhong Tan left in large strides. After getting on the horse, he turned back and looked deeply towards the north.
She said softly, "You won't die."
Zhong Tan was expressionless. He muttered to himself, "But the forty thousand people at the Gourd Mouth of Youzhou all know that they will die."
What they were afraid of was if one day.
Youzhou, Liangzhou, Liuzhou, Lingzhou.
Everyone in Beiliang would think so.
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