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Chapter 870 Stable Injury

The White Horse Army Camp is located on the east side of Chongqing Prefecture.

The tent stretches.

Blue smoke rose in the camp.

They were constantly transporting supplies from Tongchuan Mansion to this place, and obviously they were not in a hurry to leave here.

The first group of black-clothed priests who went to Chongqing Prefecture to assassinate Li Wangyuan and Yue Peng, but were ambushed and killed and injured, have now returned to the military camp and are in Qin Han's tent.

After hearing what happened, Qin Han's expression did not change at all, but said, "Thank you all, let's go and rest first! Qin should ask for me for you."

More than a dozen worshippers unexpectedly did not receive punishment, but received rewards. They were naturally surprised and had to thank Qin Han repeatedly.

I am afraid that I am grateful to Qin Han.

It was obviously difficult for them to guess that Qin Han sent them to the scene and simply asked them to die.

Not long after these envoys left, four old men from Pojun Academy also returned to the military camp together.

This time, the soldiers guarding the camp gate learned their lessons. As soon as they saw four people, they hurriedly took advantage of them to avoid them.

Four old men soon appeared in Qin Han's handsome tent.

Qin Han sat behind Zhengzhongshu's desk, looked up and glanced at the four old men, his eyes changed slightly, but he still smiled, "The four seniors are back?"

The old man with thick eyebrows seemed bold, but in fact he was as careful as his hair. He had just caught the change in Qin Han's eyes and smiled bitterly: "Boy Qin, you are afraid that you have seen that our trip has failed, so why should you force yourself to smile like this?"

Qin Han's eyes fell on the sword wound on the shoulders of the old man without eyebrows. He did not deny it, but asked, "Who was the one who was disturbing the situation?"

He didn't know much about the two old men in green robe, but he had contact with the old men with thick eyebrows and the old men without eyebrows before. If the assassination was successful, they would not have the same expression as they are now.

The old man without eyebrows felt Qin Han's gaze and hummed softly, still resentful.

They have been in charge of the Pojun Academy for decades. They seem to be a cultivator, but in fact, who is not a proud person?

But when the four of them joined forces, they were still forced to retreat by Jun Tianfang, and he was injured by Jun Tianfang with a sword. This was really a great humiliation for him.

The old man with thick eyebrows said lightly: "The Qingyi Sword Cultivation Jun Tianfang. He is really good. He has already entered the late stage of Zhenwu. It is the four of us old men who underestimate the world."

"Have Jun Tianfang broken into the late stage of Zhenwu?"

Qin Han was slightly surprised, then rubbed his eyebrows and sighed, "The Song Dynasty is really lucky. The master once said that the Emperor of Song was lucky enough to turn the situation around in danger. The younger generation could not believe these illusory things, but now, he felt that he was a frog in the well. First, there was a monk Wude who broke the extreme realm to block the flood, and now there were Qingyi sword cultivators in the late stage of Po Zhenwu to block the four seniors. Not to mention luck, I really don't know how to explain the luck of the Song Dynasty."

He shook his head, "The Song Dynasty Dragon Court is the whole world. Even though these people in the world are disappointed with the Song Dynasty, they still can't let go of the great righteousness of the country in their hearts. They are so pedantic..."

"Oh."

The old man with thick eyebrows chuckled, "Although Jun Tianfang forced us to retreat, it was too late. The Song general named Yue was already injured, and the Emperor Xixia should be seriously injured and dying, and it is very likely that he could not even save him. This time, the four of us were not completely unrealized."

"Is Li Wangyuan seriously injured?"

Qin Han's eyes suddenly shiny, and he patted his hands on the desk and shouted out: "Send the order!"

Some soldiers entered the tent.

Qin Han said: "Immediately send someone to disguise the people into the city to find out whether the Xixia Emperor was dead!"

"Get orders!"

The personal guard bowed his order and took the tent.

Qin Han looked at the four old men again and said, "Thank you for your hard work, four seniors, let's go down and rest first!"

As he said that, he shouted, "Let the military doctor come and bandage Senior Deng's wounds."

The old man named Deng waved his hand, "There is no need for this minor injury."

Qin Han didn't force it, and said immediately and said: "Forget it."

"yes."

There was only the sound of personal guards responding outside the tent.

Four old men walked out of the handsome tent one after another.

Only Qin Han was left in the tent, and he whispered to himself, "Li Wangyuan is alive...Li Wangyuan is dead..."

As a think tank in the Shu army, it is not like having a plan. Obviously, he also needs to think deeply.

In the military camp, soldiers pretending to be more than ten people left the camp and headed towards Chongqing Prefecture.

Qin Hanxuan made another payment, and then a carrier pigeon flew up from the military camp and headed deep into Shu.

It is misty inside and outside Chongqing Prefecture.

The mountains are covered with clouds and mist. The green mountains are shrouded in the clouds and mist, like the beautiful beauties with veils.

Time passes gradually.

A commander came from Qin Han's tent, and soldiers from the military camp rushed to various schools to gather.

Whether Li Wangyuan died or not, he seemed to have the only way to send troops to Chongqing. Even if he had no choice, Qin Han would have no other way.

In Chongqing Tea House.

Yue Peng finally made up his mind, looked at Zhongsun Qifu, and said, "Master Zhongsun, can you borrow money?"

When Zhongsun Qifu heard his voice, he turned around and walked to Yue Peng and said, "What's wrong with General Yue?"

Yue Peng said: "Now our army has taken over Chongqing. Can you ask the Grand Tutor to lead the Xixia soldiers out of the city?"

Zhongsun Qifu showed a look of extreme surprise.

With his mind, Yue Peng's words also felt a little incredible for a moment.

There were only dozens of light cavalry left in the Tiankui army. Without their Xixia help, there was no force to protect Chongqing Prefecture.

After being silent for more than ten seconds, Zhongsun Qifu said: "General Yue is serious about this?"

To help the Song Dynasty defend Chongqing Prefecture, they were the Xixia who made compensation for the previous assassination of Zhao Bing. Now Yue Peng said this, Zhongsun Qifu really had no idea of ​​staying in Chongqing Prefecture.

He was not particularly agreeable to Li Wangyuan's actions. Now that Li Wangyuan is in danger, there is no need for this.

It's just a so-called hatred.

How many major powers can truly turn wars into pleasant silk? How many major powers can maintain ally relations forever?

After all, it is actually a matter of the situation.

Now the Western Xia and the Song Dynasty need to protect each other, but in the future, there can only be one overlord in the Central Plains.

Zhongsun Qifu was happy to preserve his strength and no longer wade into this muddy water.

Yue Peng nodded, "Take it seriously."

But of course I wouldn't explain anything to Zhongsun Qifu.

Li Wangyuan was severely injured, and Zhongsun Qifu and others would no longer have much effort to help defend the city. Yue Peng also speculated that this was also possible.

"good."

Zhongsun Qifu did not hesitate and immediately agreed: "When the emperor's injury stabilizes slightly, we will withdraw from Chongqing Prefecture."
Chapter completed!