Nirvana In Fire

I found my colleague's GPS navigation so cute. On this business trip, we enjoyed listening to him mildly directing the driving directions. One time the driver didn't listen to it, he immediately went mad and repeated, "Please don't get on the viaduct! Please don't go up the bridge!” Pour a smile in the car...

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Continuous wind and snow suddenly stopped on La Ba's day, the sky was clear, the sun was brittle and seemed warm. However, after a night of sunny skies, the snow accumulated deep in the capital, instead, it became drier, took a breath of cold air, and threw up a breath of white mist. That cold feeling seemed to freeze all five dirty hearts, flowing inward along the nostrils.

The weather is so cold that only two more days are New Year's Eve, so people who can't get out naturally stay at home and enjoy the warm fires and hot wine dishes. And at this time, the people who had to run away also seemed harder and more lonely.

Early in the morning, the officers and soldiers of the patrol battalion opened the gates of the Quartet on time. Four people on the first shift at each gate stand at the bottom of both doors to monitor the flow of people entering and exiting the gate. When the patrol battalion was ruled by Xie Yu, the military appearance was good. Jing Wang Ji Army was stricter, no one dared to slack, so it got more serious. Although standing for a moment, my feet were cold and painful, but the four people on duty did not walk around to stamp to warm up.

There are not many winter mornings, especially the West Gate, which leads to Smoky Land, and no one has come in except a few. By the time it reached the third pole of the sun, the popularity gradually grew, and the hawkers beside the city gate came out, lazily selling to the guests who had wandered past the stall. Another half hour later, a group of dark shadows appeared hidden from the skyline outside the city, moving in the direction of the gate.

“Is that the merchant team?” A guard stretched out his neck and looked half a dozen times, "such a long team, unusual. ”

“You newcomer don't know,” next to him is a local veteran, answering immediately, "that's the pharmaceutical merchant team. In addition to two or three states, most of our west side of Daliang is high cold and smoky, but the more such places produce precious medicines. My uncle owns a pharmacy, and he says the best drugs come from the west, so there's always a merchant team crossing our West Gate. But the day after tomorrow is 30, this merchant team has just arrived, it's really hard..."

As the two spoke, the team in the distance came closer and closer, gradually seeing the horses and people's clothes.

“How do I feel... it doesn't look like a merchant team...” The recruit stared for a long time and finally couldn't help but politely express his opinion, "The merchant team won't have an officer or soldier escort? ”

At this time, the veteran also noticed a difference, his mouth snapped two times, some unexpectedly said: “It's not really a merchant team... there's only one car in the middle, it doesn't seem to be loading medicines, that looks like... is... ah, it's a prisoner car! ”

By the time he reached his conclusion in a very positive tone, the other guards had seen it clearly. Coming towards the gates of the city is a convoy of prisoners. Unlike usual, however, there are at least three hundred people in front of and behind escorts, and there is only one convoy transported.

What important prisoner is it that needs to be so labored to be escorted to the capital in strict security? Does anyone else dare to intercept the government's prisoner car?

In the curious eyes of the West Gate guards, the long team finally walked downstairs. Unlike the armored escort officers and soldiers in the queue, the man who appeared to be the chief at the front was only wearing plain soft clothes. The man rode a gray horse, slender and flexible, very evenly proportioned and pulled out, his head was gripped, but his shoulders were scattered, each with a bundle of silver wire in the top, and a circle of jade rings. Looking at his face, he was even handsome. Although he had some wrinkles, it was difficult to tell his age. His temperament also had an indisputable smell of femininity. In his eyes, his tail was picked high, and he sometimes showed some cold smell.

“Ah…” The veterans have determined who it is, all bowed their heads and bowed down to salute. Recruits are unknown, but to be able to lead such a large escort, the man must be a high ranking officer and hastily followed suit.

Right in the middle of the team is the prisoner car. Although the size and style are basically the same as that of an ordinary prisoner car, look carefully, the cage of this car is actually cooked iron casting, the root iron bars are half palm wide, and the interfaces are welded to death. The prisoner in the car was wrapped in the corner, chained with heavy shackles and covered his face with dark hair. His appearance could not be seen at all. From the position he sat in and the leaching of blood on the bandage cloth, it could be seen that his left thigh also suffered some minor trauma. I wonder if he had dealt with the officers and soldiers at the time of his arrest.

The walls of Jinling were very thick and the building was naturally long, but the leading man slowly walked into the shadow of the building and strangled the horse and stopped. The soldiers of the patrol barracks guarding the city were afraid to ask what was going on and could only stare at him in silence. A moment later, the man laughed coldly and suddenly shouted: “We can go into the city soon, we won't have a chance to go into Kyoto, why don't we try again? ”

It's like flying in the air, and it's filled with mist. However, there was not much time left for the guards to be confused. There were only a few hectares of silence, and the killing moments flourished. About fifty fine men rushed out of the woods on the west side of the city gate, all loaded with long knives, coming straight from the convoy. Meanwhile, the small vendors on the main entrance of the city were also able to pull swords and weapons from the dark and quickly form a formation, with three or four of them attacking and the rest bypassing, cutting between the leading man and the convoy behind him, as if they intended to drag him down first. Immediately, the male pupil narrowed, the soldier raised his hand blade out of the sheath, so that it was a very bent razor knife, simply waved his hand, the brightness and strength had come straight to the eyebrows, the person rushing towards him at any angle, felt the blade coming face to face, had to stop to protect himself, only one of them in red shirt seemed to feel nothing, the situation remained constant, approaching but suddenly shook, the blink appeared in another position.

The leading man “eh” sounded as if he was very unexpected, his face was stiff, he dared not carelessly, once the knife was changed, he should change very quickly, and he had handled a number of tricks with the visitor.

One of the other men who appeared to have attacked the leader at the same time as the Redshirt was the commander of the attack. He saw that the Redshirt had succeeded in dragging the leader and had not yet fallen out of the wind. He immediately whistled a few words in his mouth, leading all those killed in the city towards the prison car and clamping down on the guarded officers and soldiers with his companions outside the city.

Though the number of 300 officers and soldiers transporting the cars is large, it is only ordinary soldiers. The battle force with these obviously martial arts passengers is unbalanced, and even more irregular. Apart from the dozens of elites around the cars who still insist on fighting, others have long been separated by several strikes, completely showing no advantage. Soon, two of the prisoners have rushed to the side of the cars. Unfortunately, the cages are too strong, they chop hard, but they chop the knife and cannot open the cage, and can only try to escape with the whole car.

I don't know if someone came to rescue me or something else, the prisoners in the car were very excited, tried to drag the heavy shackles on the body to shake the iron bars of the cage, whimpered in the mouth, but couldn't say clearly, it looked like they were stuck in the mouth. Due to his agitated appearance and abnormality, the commander of the robbery suddenly realized something and immediately shouted: “Retreat! Evacuate! ”

His voice had not gone down, and the leading man's face was now smiling. At the same time as the cold in his smile, it was the death of nearly a hundred hard archers suddenly appearing on the top of the city wall. The cars were parked outside the gates of the city, and the hijackers surrounding them, with the exception of a few hidden beneath the gates, were almost all in the range of the archer Sentry arrow on the city wall. Though the moment you were ordered to evacuate, everyone immediately ended the attack and fled at full speed, how could one move faster than a meteor's feather? Between moments, the voices of emptiness and screaming echoed, and outside the capital city became a slaughterhouse. Although he is a martial arts man, he can only be a live target under an arrow unless he is a world-class master, the difference being how long he can resist and how far he can escape.

After several rounds of arrow showers, only about half of the inmates fled into the dense forest outside the city, covered by the death of their companions. The snow lay seven vertical and eight corpses, some of them shot like hedgehogs, and the bloodshed soaked the snow black. In the face of such a tragic situation, the conductor's eyes were red. However, he was clearly a resilient man. Between his thoughts, he had taken control of his frenzied mind. Drinking led him to rush out of the city. After being thwarted, he was fortunate enough to return to a dozen people inside the city gate to flee. But the enemy is not an ordinary man. There are ambushes on the city floor. Will there be any in the city? Hundreds of soldiers poured out of several alleys and blinked, forming a thick perimeter. From their unified blade style and grey leather suit, it is clearly the elite state soldiers under the Department of Suspension Mirrors, one like a wolf, eagerly awaiting orders at the summit.

At this critical juncture, however, it was surprising that the leading man on the official side was slow to silence himself.

From the beginning to the present, no matter how deflected the battle, one person has not been affected in the slightest by the dramatic changes in the surrounding situation, which is the man in the cardigan who confronted the leading man. He only fought with focus and seriousness. The leading man's high martial arts appeared to satisfy him very much. The dark cold eyes on the slate flashed the glow of victory, and his hands were not merciless. At this moment, he was fighting to the point, forcing the leading man to resist all his might. In order to keep the breath intact, he could not say a word.

The situation would of course turn around if the Redshirts captured the leading men as hostages, but the commander of the robbery was very precise in his eyes, and he immediately saw that he wanted to achieve this goal. He was afraid that it would take a while, and the soldiers of the Suspension Division were not stupid. Although the leading men could not say anything, they would not stand so still, and would react quickly and launch an attack on their own initiative. So when he thought about it quickly, he shouted, "Good boy, we're going back. Come on, rip it off! ”

I heard that he was going back, and the look in the eyes of the redshirt was a little unhappy, but eventually he listened, turned back and changed the target in a ghost fashion. In fact, when he heard the commander's words, the leading man was ready, with great effort to achieve 12%, but he was easily removed from the battle by his opponent, almost turned around and walked away without feeling stuck. Since it was not anticipated that such a high-level person would attack and want to catch a few more people alive, there were no archers in the ambush in the city. Although they were stronger than ordinary soldiers, the Kung Fu of the Redshirts could not help even the leading men. When they rushed in, they were almost unstoppable. The dozen people surrounded had also killed red eyes. Naturally, they were doing their best to earn their lives. Soon, they actually tore a rift in the surrounding circle and escaped a number of people.

However, the forces of the two sides were very contrasting, and although they had escaped some, the leading men had seized three or four of them themselves and handed them over to their men for detention. He knew that the redshirt man had too much kung fu to catch up with, so he simply told people to ignore him and track down the commander who had escaped into the alley of the city.

The roads and alleys in Jinling City are not particularly complicated. Apart from the part of the river that lies in the center of the city, most parties are completely strange. The leading man pursues along the blood trail. On several occasions, he can almost see the figure of the fugitive, but after turning over a broken head wall, the blood suddenly disappears, and the other party probably finds himself dripping blood and treating it. At this time, there are two or so intersections in front of each other, through two different neighborhoods, the leading man quietly judged for a moment, a cold smile, quickly chased to the left, from a path that is both sides of the courtyard wall, and rushed to the road surface. Unexpectedly at this time, a carriage flew from the right, neither side was slow, almost collided, the leading man reacted quickly, twisted his waist and jumped to the other side of the road, while the carriager strangled the horse and stopped the car in a raw fashion.

“What's going on?” The people in the trunk probably fell over by this sudden stop, sniffing out their heads and complaining, "Big New Year, who's going to hit me so hard?” As he was saying, his gaze had fallen on the leading man, and he was stunned. "Sister Xia Dong, when did you get back? ”

The leading man shrugged his shoulders and glanced at him.

“Uh...” The man in the car grabbed his head, tightened his eyebrows and tried to scream again, "Brother Xia Qiu? ”

The glance turned into a glare, while the stared person took a long sigh of relief and complained, “Tell me! Brother Qiu, what's wrong with you? Why do you have to dress like Sister Summer Winter? It's scary, you know? ”

“Xiaojin, I'm not dressed like this, I'm growing up like this, okay?” Xia Qiu walked over and punched Yan Yuzu on his shoulder. "It's been over a year, and it's grown sturdy. ”

“Face is natural, yes, but where's your hair? What are these white lines that you didn't deliberately dye?” The relationship between Yan Yu Jin and Xia Qiu is obviously more intimate, there is no fear at all, and the speech is loud and loud, "how the hell did you make this white? I've tried so many dyes, none of them work. ”

“Let's not talk about this,” Xia Qiu smiled evilly, suddenly in front of Yan Yu Jin, staring closely into his eyes, “you tell me first, did you see a man with injuries coming from nearby? ”