Lord of the Desert

Chapter 137 Snake Man
Different from the Gao family and the Fang family, the Li family is one of the three pillars of Jinhai. Even if the prestige is not as good as that of the Hong family, they are of the same level after all.

For hundreds of years, the Li family has killed countless snake people, and was also taken away by snake people.

Compared with these bloody and iron-like facts, the so-called logical reasoning seems too pale.

Just because of the change of sand bandits, the past secrets of Qi Zuojian, and a few unfounded matters, it is impossible to convince the public that the Li family of Jinhai is connected with foreign tribes and plots to destroy Jinhai.

"All we can do now is prevent and collect more evidence."

Hong Jian tapped the table lightly with his knuckles.

"Tell Hongcheng to ask the City Defense Department to set up another guard post to the north."

"Notify Master Wen to strengthen the patrol defense of ordnance."

"There is no need to act rashly."

"It's not warm enough for the snake people."

He stared at the dancing candle flames and said calmly.

"If there is only Li Heming in the city, I will take care of it at any time."

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On February [-]th, warblers fly and grass grows.

gold sea.

The human city is on the ground, and the cloud city is in the sky.

In the early morning, a drizzle covered the whole city, connecting the heaven and the earth for a moment.

At the beginning of Sishi (nine o'clock in the morning), the thick clouds moved westward on the east wind, revealing the sun behind them.

Sunlight poured into the Hong Mansion, making the black tiles gilded.

Next to Chaoriyuan, Hong Fan put down several catties of pastries and bacon that accompanied him, and took a seat in the guest seat.

The host sitting next to him is Hong Wei.

He has two bloodlines, and is the captain of the seventh rank. He serves as the chief officer of a thousand-man team in the Shakou Guard.

He was tall and thin, with a sallow complexion and rough skin, obviously exposed to the wind and sun all year round.

"Brother Fan is really polite; we are all a family, why do we need to bring things?"

Hong Wei asked his wife to bring tea to Hong Fan himself, and said with a smile.

He has been in the military for many years, and even spent the Spring Festival this year in Shakouwei.

Now that the Lantern Festival has passed for a month, there is only a vacation home.

The two were not familiar with each other before.

The former Hong Fan was just an outstanding junior in ethnology.

In the past, even if he met in the clan, Hong Wei would only be surprised by the boy's outstanding color at most, leaving no other impression.

However, it has not been a few days since he came back this time, he has already heard about the matter of Xingjun in the clan.

Flying over the sea in the three battles, crushing and immovable, smashing through the palace family...

Not to mention that the master craftsman of the eighth rank who was a supervisor of utensils at a young age has entered the eyes of the master supervisor.

Hong Wei is now 39 years old, almost two rounds older than Hong Fan, but his cultivation level is only one line higher.

In terms of combat power, he thought to himself that he was not as good as it.

So even though he was not familiar with his nephew, Hong Wei was extraordinarily kind and enthusiastic, without any airs of elders.

Hong Fan was used to this.

When he first crossed over, he was surrounded by bad people, only Aunt Liu and Hong Fu could see some warmth.

After entering Zhu Yiqi, the villains gradually disappeared, and everyone began to become reasonable.

When Xingjun's identity was exposed, the clan changed even more, and everyone was like Yao and Shun.

The truth couldn't be simpler.

In front of the strong, everyone will choose to be a good person.

After several rounds of pleasantries, Hong Fan threw out his intentions.

"After I inherited the sand world, I joined Zhu Yiqi and participated in the affairs of the clan. I deeply feel the blood feud between Jin Hai and the snake people."

"Recently, I heard news from the guard that the snake people have changed, so I want to ask my uncle for advice."

Hong Wei nodded upon hearing this.

He joined the army at the age of 20. He worked all the way from the captain of the outpost to the commander of the thousand commander. He also entered the marsh with Jing Shagong. There is not a year when the sword is not stained with the new blood of the snake man.

Looking at this Jinhai City, he is also one of the most skilled snakes.

"After the beginning of spring, there was indeed movement in the north of Shakou."

Hong Wei said.

"The Jinhai Desert is long and narrow from east to west, and [-] miles wide from north to south. It is full of barren sand and Gobi."

"There are a lot of dark springs in Jinhai, and bandit caravans come and go."

"But the mobilization of the army is no better than the others-you can rely on dry food and luggage, but not water."

"So any team with more than a thousand people can only rely on large oasis supplies."

"There are very few oases like this."

Hong Wei paused and took a sip of tea.

And Hong Fan already understood what he meant.

"So Jinhai City, Yuquan City, and Shakou Guardhouse, which seem to be uprooted from the ground and have no danger to defend, are actually guarding the main roads. They are the must-pass fortresses for the snake people to go east?"

he asked.

"The rumors in the clan are true, your brain is indeed brilliant!"

Hong Wei laughed.

"There are four oases that can supply the army to the north of Jinhai City, and there are three to the northwest of Shakou Guard."

"Whether we go or they come, as long as it becomes a scale, we must follow these points!"

"I couldn't come back before New Year's Eve because the Xingling Oasis, which is the farthest outside the guard, was suddenly captured by two centurions of the Snakeman."

Hong Fan immediately became alert when he heard the words.

"Didn't it mean that the snake people were in civil strife and continued to attack?"

he asked.

"It's true that there's civil strife."

Hong Wei nodded and touched his forehead, as if trying to organize his words.

"But the situation of the foreign race is different from ours."

He tries to keep things short.

"Snake people are respected by blood and have a long lifespan. The tribes are all gathered by blood, and the hierarchy is strict."

"This strictness is not our strictness..."

"Let's put it this way, if the tribal priest wants to choose a snake man for a blood sacrifice, the chosen snake man will be killed without saying a word."

Hong Wei made an analogy.

He already knew these things more than ten years ago, but he still finds it unbelievable to say it now.

"The lower level snake people can't think?"

Hong Fan asked with a frown.

"No, the snake people are different from those big bugs in the west of Shengzhou. They all have brains."

Hong Wei replied.

"We can't understand this, so we say 'if you are not of my race, your heart must be different'."

"However, there is no clear affiliation relationship between the snake people's tribes, and unlike us, there is an imperial court that manages them day and night, so they often fight non-stop."

"Isn't there a nine-headed snake god?"

Hong Fan replied, thinking of "Shen Ling Ji".

"The snake god and his blood heir certainly have absolute status."

Hong Wei nodded.

"But they all live in the depths of the Western Wild Swamp."

"You may not know that the snake people don't use coins, and there are no taxes and corvees. The status of the snake god's family is similar to Zulong, but they don't have a Xiao family in the middle like Dahua."

Although these words are presumptuous, the analogy of the meaning is clear at once.

[So the theocracy is supreme and unified in the snake god; the political power is lower and scattered in each tribe. 】

Hong Fan concluded in his heart.

"Usually, the friction between our Dahua and the snake people happens between the city and the tribe."

Hong Wei continued to introduce.

"Battles are mostly thousands of people against thousands of people. If you survive to the innate and metamagnetic level, it is far from being a national war."

"I understand."

Hong Fan understood what the other party meant.

Since the snake people have no fear of the concept of death, and have the absolute will of the snake god, the so-called civil strife is just a big or small thing.

(End of this chapter)