For thousands of years, Hanyang Pass has been one of the famous passes in the world. The war in the Broken Realm lasted for many years, and in the end it was Hanyang Pass that blocked the eastward advance of the Wu Clan's army.
The biggest killer weapon in Hanyang Pass is the eight giant crossbows that can shoot thousands of feet. After the giant crossbows are specially blessed, the range can be increased up to three times. Just such a strike will consume all the magic power of a Dharma minister.
Although the consumption is huge, after blessing, the two hundred miles around Hanyang Pass will be covered by the giant crossbow. If necessary, this open area hundreds of miles wide can be completely blocked.
It was also because of Hanyang Pass that the Xu family was able to cut off east-west traffic and prevent a flying boat from leaving the pass. This time when Wei Yuan returned to Qingming, in order to prevent an accident, he had to take a detour to Zhao State, flying an extra 200,000 miles.
During this period of time, more and more refugees want to leave the country. The refugees have little information. They only heard that the Western Region is now stable and there are people giving porridge along the way, so they all come in droves. The story of the Karma Curse is not widely spread.
, and the refugees didn’t understand even after hearing it.
Now there are tens of thousands of refugees staying in Hanyang Pass all the time. In the early morning, many people lined up at the gate of the city, waiting to leave the customs. But for some reason in the past few days, the inspection for exiting the customs suddenly became stricter.
Hundreds of people came out of the customs. If the refugees made the slightest noise, they would be severely whipped by the defenders, and some were even beaten to death on the spot.
Countless refugees are stranded in the pass, and refugees continue to arrive from the eastern mainland, so the number of refugees in the pass is increasing.
In the governor's mansion, Fan Donghe frowned after listening to the report from his subordinates, and then went to the governor's mansion. The guard led him straight into the backyard, where he saw an old man enjoying fish in the abyss in the back garden.
Fan Donghe bowed and said, "I have met Elder Chunyuan."
The old man took a handful of fish food and spread it slowly. The koi carp rolled in layers in the pond, fighting for the few food. The old man said leisurely: "What is Fan Zhenshou here for? He's not here for the refugees again, is he?
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Fan Donghe said: "Yesterday, more than 500 refugee corpses were counted in the pass. Now there are more and more refugees in the pass, and the porridge and food we provide have been halved. If this continues for a few more days, I am afraid that thousands of people will die in a day!
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The old man raised his eyelids slightly and said, "Why, Fan Zhenshou is heartbroken?"
Anger flashed across Fan Donghe's face, but he knew that he had a foreign surname, and the old man in front of him was named Xu Chunyuan, who was two generations older than Xu Zhongxing. After Xu Zhongxing was imprisoned, Xu Chunyuan took over as the governor.
As soon as Xu Chunyuan took office, the first thing he did was to clean up the cronies left behind by Xu Zhongxing. There were many deputy generals, staff generals, and lieutenants who were sent to guard the city gates, build camps, and even clean cesspools.
Fan Donghe was the Dharma Prime Minister and had strong combat power, so Xu Chunyuan was still polite on the surface. Fan Donghe also recognized the situation and handed over most of his military and financial power, and only took care of the two thousand old soldiers who had been following him.
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However, the differences between the two sides are getting wider and wider when it comes to the treatment of refugees.
Hearing what Xu Chunyuan said, Fan Donghe said: "Elder Chunyuan, we used to let tens of thousands of people out of the customs a day, but now the number is suddenly hundreds. These refugees have no money and no night food. They have to rely on food all the way.
They can't get out of the confinement, and we can't afford to feed so many people. Now if we cut the rice porridge in half, won't we force them to death?"
Xu Chunyuan said calmly: "I want to force them to death. When these refugees leave Guanxi, don't they have to surrender to Qingming? This is the way to die. Humph, you used to let people out of Guanxi at will. To put it mildly,
It’s just capitalizing on the enemy!”
Fan Donghe suppressed his anger and said: "Elder, if this continues, I'm afraid there will be a civil unrest."
"Civil uprising?" A sneer appeared on Xu Chunyuan's lean face, and he said: "Even if tens of thousands of refugees in the customs rebelled together, wouldn't your two thousand old soldiers still be unable to defeat them? They are just insects and ants, and they can be killed in less than half a night, right?
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Fan Donghe took a deep breath and said: "Elder, since you also know that they are insects and ants and are not worth mentioning except a waste of food, why not let them go? Even if they vote for Qingming, they will not be able to eat.
Is it also Wei Yuan’s food? Some time ago, Governor Yuan of Ningxi County used a trick, which was to cut off the food route and then drive all the refugees to Qingming, so as to increase Wei Yuan’s burden."
Xu Chunyuan's face moved, and he smiled, and said: "I don't want to know whether Yuan Qingyan's plan is effective, nor do I want to know why Wei Yuan wants to take in the refugees. I only know one thing, whatever Wei Yuan wants to do, I will do it.
He can't do it! Since Wei Yuan wants to take in the refugees, I won't let a single refugee walk to Qingming alive!"
"But these refugees have already arrived here and cannot go back at all! I have sent people to the pass to persuade the refugees to return. After a while, when spring plowing begins, there will be fewer and fewer refugees. Now these refugees, it is better to let them go
They go to fend for themselves outside the customs. Anyway, they won't survive long in the Witchland."
Xu Chunyuan raised his eyebrows, his eyes emitted a distorted light, and his voice suddenly increased: "Let go?! Haha, how is that possible? Since they can't go back, let them die! Anyone who wants to vote for Qingming should be damned!! I'm not afraid either
Let me tell you, all the people you sent out to persuade the refugees have been arrested by me! I just want to see how many people want to go to Qingming, and I will kill as many as they want!"
He squeezed out the last words through his teeth.
Fan Donghe secretly sighed in his heart, one of Xu Chunxing's favorite grandsons died in the war with Qing Ming, and he was determined to retaliate, so he hated Wei Yuan deeply.
"Elder Xu, you are willing to put hundreds of thousands of refugees to death just for the sake of personal vendetta. How can you bear it?"
Xu Chunyuan sneered: "If Mr. Fan doesn't like it, why not resign? It's just that it's easy for you to leave. You might as well think about your old subordinates. What will happen to them after you leave?"
Fan Donghe had blue veins on his forehead, but he finally endured it and said, "Thank you, elder, for your advice. I'll take my leave!"
Xu Chunyuan smiled but said: "It's easy to leave, but I won't send you off!"
Back at his official residence, Fan Donghe picked up the teapot on the table and drank most of the cold tea, but he could not suppress the fire in his heart.
He suddenly lifted the teapot and smashed it to pieces on the ground!
The servants and maids were so frightened that they all hid far away. No one dared to show up at this time. This left Fan Donghe with nowhere to vent his anger, and both of them had some murderous intentions.
It is very gloomy today. Although it is noon, the sky is as bright as evening. The wind is also cold.
There were no lights in the main hall, study room, or corridor, and everything was dark and cold.
Fan Donghe didn't want to stay in such a house for a moment longer. He flicked his sleeves and planned to go to the military camp. And now there was another difficult matter. Those who were sent out to persuade the returning refugees were arrested by Xu Chunyuan.
I'm afraid it will take a lot of trouble to get it out.
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped and then turned around slowly.
There was actually a person standing in the room, looking at the banner hanging on the wall.
Fan Donghe was in such agitated mood that he never noticed that there was another person in the room. If that person hadn't shown some signs of anger, perhaps Fan Donghe would have left like this.
The man turned around, wearing a long black gown, holding a cat in his hand, and said with a smile: "General Fan, are you okay?"
"Wei Yuan!?" Fan Donghe took a step back, his momentum suddenly rose, and then slowly fell.
"You, you're not dead?"
"I'm disappointed General Fan. But when I came back a few days ago, there was quite a commotion," Wei Yuan said.
Fan Donghe had been troubled by the refugees these past few days, and he didn't care about what was going on in the west. People around him saw that he was in a bad mood, so no one got into trouble and told him about Wei Yuan's return.
Wei Yuan smiled slightly and said: "It's okay. It's normal that General Fan doesn't know. In fact, Elder Xu doesn't know either. It's your Xu family's tradition to report good news but not bad news."
Fan Donghe lowered his voice and said: "Since you are not dead, why don't you stay well in the realm? Why are you here? Are you tired of living?"
"You will know soon what I am here to do."
Wei Yuan touched the cat in his arms and said to it: "You watch him here. This guy also knows how to care about the life and death of the refugees, which is not too bad. If there is a fight after a while, don't be too heavy with your lower claws, scratch him half to death.
That’s it.”
The cat meowed and licked its paws.
Wei Yuan put the cat on the ground, turned around and left.
Fan Donghe felt more and more uneasy and shouted: "Where are you going?"
"Find some elders to sacrifice the flag." Wei Yuan didn't even look back, walked directly through the wall and disappeared.
Fan Donghe was about to chase after him, but suddenly his hair stood on end and he stopped. He slowly turned his head and saw the cat squatting on the ground, showing a gleaming paw, and pointed towards Fan Donghe, and then again
Pointing to where he was standing.
Fan Donghe has recognized this cat. He didn't think it was very powerful at first on the battlefield, but now the cat feels much stronger than last time. It seems to be blessed with something extraordinary, and he actually
Some can’t muster the heart to resist!
Fan Donghe said tentatively: "Brother Cat, do you really want to be my enemy?"
The cat sneered, flicked its tail, and summoned Fan Dong and the sword hanging on the wall. Then it showed a sharp claw and cut the magic sword into half-inch-long strips.
Like chopping onions.
Fan Donghe completely gave up the idea of ​​taking action.
In the back garden of the Guard's Mansion, Xu Chunyuan walked slowly into the Nuan Pavilion. The maids in the pavilion had already set up a table of wine and food, and wine was being heated on the small red clay stove next to it. Although it was cold outside, it was as warm as spring in the pavilion. There were more than a dozen lamps in the pavilion.
The candles illuminated the interior of the pavilion brightly, sweeping away the gloom in people's hearts.
Xu Chunyuan sat down at the main seat and glanced at the dishes on the table.
Today's lunch was a light meal, with only eight large bowls, eight small bowls, six small plates and a bowl of old fire soup. However, the dishes included several of Xu Chunyuan's favorites, which made him quite satisfied. Most of the people in the guarding mansion had changed, and only
Xu Zhongxing, several personal maids and the cook stayed behind.
At this time, the door of the Nuange room opened, and someone opened the curtain and came in, bringing in a cold wind. This person came in at the wrong time, and the wind was also very disappointing.
Xu Chunyuan stared at the wine glass and shouted without raising his head: "Get out!"
The person who came in didn't say anything. The door was still open, and the cold wind was still coming in one after another.
Xu Chunyuan still didn't raise his head, a drop of wine suddenly floated in the glass, and then flashed across the position of the person entering the room like lightning, and went back and forth several times in an instant! Whether it was a maid or a housekeeper, everyone who came in would be pierced multiple times and beaten into a honeycomb.
However, Xu Chunyuan suddenly felt something was wrong. The drop of wine did not hit anyone at all! He finally looked up, but saw that the place where the person who entered the room should be standing was empty, and there was no one at all.
He looked around and finally saw someone sitting at the table.
This man was sitting on his right, but Xu Chunyuan had no idea when he came in or when he sat down. And even though he saw him sitting there at the moment, in his perception, the seat was still empty.
, as if this person does not exist in the world at all.
Xu Chunyuan felt chilled in his heart, but remained calm on the surface. He took a closer look at the man and said in silence: "Wei Yuan!"
Even if they have never seen it, all the elders have seen Wei Yuan's portrait. Xu Chunyuan immediately looked to the left and right, wanting to see how many killers Wei Yuan had brought.
Wei Yuan smiled and said: "Elder Xu is old, and it seems that his eyesight is indeed not very good. No need to look for it, there is no one else here. They are just a few Dharma figures, no help is needed."
Chapter completed!