Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 705 Xie Bian

"I'm sorry, Jinjiang, you just arrived and I'm letting you get involved in this kind of thing."

In the Liaodong Mountains, the snow is deep enough to swallow a person.

This hilly area is not large, but the mountains are undulating and rugged, which is very suitable for hiding. Not far away is a post road that can be seen to have been built not long ago.

Although Lin Jinjiang was doing some secret spy work during his time as a member of the Imperial Guard, he still had basic vision and could tell that this was an excellent ambush site.

"Brother Xie, it's too polite for you to say that. It's better to come at the right time than to come early. I can also help out."

Lin Jinjiang lay in the snow, his tone not showing any nervousness, and chuckled softly at Xie Bian who was only a body away from him.

"You don't need to help me. Just watch from the side and help us record the whole process of the ambush. Maybe we can rely on you to clear the reputation of our bandits who are considered to be robbers and thieves."

Xie Bian rejected Lin Jinjiang's offer to help and said with a smile, "After all, we didn't do anything dirty, but we got a bad name for nothing. We always feel uncomfortable."

The snow was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and only occasionally a dead branch would break under the weight of the snow, making a few crisp sounds.

Xie Bian's voice spread, causing a rustling movement.

Lin Jinjiang raised his thick black eyebrows. With his current strength as a Seven-Bounded Traveler, his five senses were much sharper than those of ordinary people, and he immediately caught a lot of suppressed breathing sounds.

Although he could not see any figures with his naked eyes, Lin Jinjiang made a rough calculation and found that there were no less than a hundred people hiding around him. And this was only what he could perceive, so the actual number of people was probably much more!
Lin Jinjiang couldn't help but be shocked. When did his immediate superior gather such a group of people in Liaodong?
And from the looks of it, this is a group of... bandits?!
"If you have any questions, ask them later. Now we have to get down to business!"

The voice that rang in his ears interrupted Lin Jinjiang's wandering thoughts. The cold wind blowing across his face was as sharp as a knife, and the sudden sense of solemnity made his hair break.

At the end of the post road, a cavalry team was approaching rapidly.

"finally come."

Through the screen of the case, Lin Jinjiang saw Xie Bian pursed his pale lips, and then revealed a bloodthirsty grin.

"This group of people are the elite cavalry under the Liaodong Pacification Army. They were originally the assassins raised by the Liutao Group. In Liaodong, they cooperated with Honghu to do some cruel things. Now that they have killed enough people and drank enough blood, they want to leave? It's not that easy!"

At this moment, Xie Bian was like a ferocious leader of a wolf pack, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Every one of you, hold your swords and guns tightly. If you want revenge, don't show any mercy!"

There was no human response in the cold air, but Lin Jinjiang could clearly feel countless rapid heartbeats.

This is not fear, but an expression of extreme excitement.

Boo!
In midair, a red-eyed bird flapped its wings and flew over, circling back and forth above the hill for reconnaissance.

But it was unknown who had provided the concealment equipment for Xie Bian and his men, and the effect was very powerful. The reconnaissance bird did not find anything suspicious, and turned around and continued to fly away.

The cavalry, not receiving any warning, continued to maintain their original speed and drove quickly towards this direction.

boom!
The moment the first Ranger drove into the scene, a violent explosion followed.

Like a dragon turning over, the entire post road was instantly shattered, and the sweeping flames and impact engulfed the entire cavalry in the blink of an eye.

Without any further ado, Bian gave the order and a storm of metal poured down from the hill.

The deafening sound of gunfire tore through the thick black smoke that was billowing up. Several soldiers who were caught off guard were instantly smashed into pieces on the ground, and the sound of metal wailing filled the air.

Lin Jinjiang stood up with his back bent and squinted his eyes, observing the battle situation below.

"Thank you, brother. You are still in command as always. I believe this cavalry won't be able to hold out for long."

"It's still early. These bastards are more troublesome than I thought."

Xie Bian's expression was extremely grim, and he seemed not optimistic about the development of the situation.

Lin Jinjiang was stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly looked again, and indeed he saw some details.

This group of ambushed rangers looked in a mess, but those who died were basically small fry who had just joined the ranks. The overall loss was not that great, and it was far from being a complete rout.

Zheng!
The long sword flew out of its sheath, Xie Bian raised his arm and swung the sword, murderous intent in his eyes.

"kill!"

boom! boom! boom!
The accumulated snow exploded with a loud bang, and a group of sturdy figures in helmets and armor jumped out, wrapped in wind and snow, and pounced down the hill like hungry tigers.

At the same time, the sharp and piercing buzzing sound of the mechanical heart rose into the sky, causing Lin Jinjiang's eardrums to ache.

In the endless expanse of ice and snow, flesh and steel collided violently!

"Are you ready?"

"It will be ready soon. Time: December 17, the 14th year of Jiaqi. Location: Tielingwei, Liaodong Military Region. Recorder: Lin Jinjiang, Miscellaneous Sequence."

Lin Jinjiang said to the screen: "The person I am going to meet today is also my former boss, Xie Bian, the general flag of the Jinyiwei of Inuyama Castle in the Japanese District."

The picture flipped, and Xie Bian was sitting casually in a chair, with the background behind him being a dark wilderness and a starry night sky.

"Okay, we can start."

After saying this, Lin Jinjiang, who was supposed to lead the conversation, fell into silence inexplicably, his eyes blank.

At this moment, three full hours had passed since the ambush in the snow, but Lin Jinjiang had not yet fully recovered from the bloody close combat that followed.

It was bloody and cruel like he had never experienced before.

He saw the mechanical heart self-destruct as it boiled to the extreme, saw the horror of bones being pulled out alive, and saw the ferocity of using teeth to tear apart steel bones even though both arms were broken.

"It seems that you are still a little uncomfortable. This is my fault. When I was in the Wa District, I shouldn't have been stationed in Osaka Castle as a spy."

Lin Jinjiang came back to his senses and looked at Xie Bian's indifferent expression in the picture, and suddenly felt a little strange.

Xie Bian now has short, neat hair and a mouth full of stubble. His once fair skin has become rough and reddish, his brows are deep, but his eyes are particularly sharp, making people subconsciously unwilling to look him in the face.

At this moment, he was sitting lazily in the chair, but his whole body exuded a tangible bandit aura.

But he was not the kind of bandit who oppressed the villagers and bullied the common people. Instead, he was a fierce and daring person who was not afraid of death.

As if he noticed something strange in Lin Jinjiang's eyes, Xie Bian smiled and said, "Do you find it strange?"

"What's weird?"

"Why did I become a bandit?"

Lin Jinjiang was silent. He did have such doubts in his mind.

After all, the other party used to be the chief flag of the Jinyiwei in the Japanese area. Although it was not a very remarkable identity, everyone knew that Xie Bian had a deep arrogance in his bones.

Although the Jinyiwei has been wiped out now, Xie Bian has no need to go to Liaodong to become a bandit leader because of his comrade-in-arms relationship with Li Jun.

"Before coming here, I went to Shu to meet Brother Fan, who is now the helmsman of the Hunshui Pao Brothers." Lin Jinjiang said slowly: "Your idea should be the same as his, right?"

"I'm different from that bastard. Don't think he's telling the truth just because he's ugly. That guy doesn't have that much chivalry and courage. It's just because Jun used to be a scoundrel in Chengdu, so he wants to give it a try. He even shouted that he must get the position of helmsman, so that he can surpass Jun."

Xie Bian laughed loudly and exposed all of Fan Wujiu's secrets.

"As for me, I don't have as many tricks as him. The only reason I returned to Liaodong is the gap."

Lin Jinjiang frowned slightly, not quite understanding what the other party meant.

"Is it because of Brother Jun?" Lin Jinjiang asked tentatively.

"How is that possible? I, Xie Bian, am not that conceited."

Xie Bian paused, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

"Do you still remember what their ranking was when you first saw Chen Qisheng and Zou Sijiu? They should have been only about 6 or 7, right? But now, they are already the source of a sequence, and they are feared by everyone."

"Of course, I don't mean to be jealous of them, I just feel that I am not doing well enough."

Xie Bian said in a self-deprecating tone: "Although I am no longer a rank 7 inspector, but have been promoted to a rank 6 official, except that my brain has become more alert and I am more sensitive to some intelligence, there is still no substantial change. I still can't help much, but can only hide in Moyuan as a useless person who is protected by others. So instead of feeling sorry for myself, it is better to come out and do something within my ability."

Lin Jinjiang couldn't help but smile knowingly when he heard this. No matter what, this pair of black and white evil spirits who once dominated the Japanese area still had the same temper.

No one likes to live under someone else's roof, nor does anyone want to be a burden.

But in fact, Lin Jinjiang also knew another secret of Xie Bian's return to Liaodong.

When he was in the Japanese area, Xie Bian once promised someone that he would bring her to visit his hometown.

Although this person is far away, my promise remains unchanged.

Moreover, Liaodong is now the area where Taoist demons from the entire empire appear most frequently.

Although he was very interested, Lin Jinjiang didn't have the courage to dig deeper into this story, so he asked, "Brother Xie. Hey, this title is really not easy for me to call you. How about I call you General Flag, okay?"

Different from the casualness and ease he showed when facing Fan Wujiu, Lin Jinjiang has always been very respectful and even a little afraid of his immediate superior Xie Bian.

After all, compared to using your hands, using your brain is more frightening.

"If you left Moyuan and returned to Liaodong because you couldn't stand the gap, then why did you choose to join the rebel army?"

"Rebels? I can't bear these two words."

Xie Bian shook his head and laughed: "What I did was just a small fight, not worthy of being on the stage. If we really want to talk about the righteous army, perhaps only the blood-robed Confucian scholars from Jinling City in Nanzhili can be called worthy of it."

The two words "blood" and "Confucianism" are originally unrelated, but when put together, they form the most terrifying force today.

It was the Confucian order of the academy that followed Zhang Fengyue.

Before the turmoil broke out, these Confucian scholars had been hidden by Zhang Fengyue in Confucius Temples throughout the empire, serving as teachers and educating people.

Now he has given up writing and revealed his extremely vicious side, assassinating members of the official families and senior officers in the Ming army. He also fights with Honghu in secret, destroying his false "uprising" and promoting disorderly thoughts.

"It seems that you agree with their anarchism?"

"It's not a matter of agreeing or disagreeing. After all, if we want to achieve disorder, there will be no place for me to stand in Liaodong. If I want to save my life, I'm afraid I can only flee away from the mainland."

Xie Bian smiled and said, "But in comparison, I would rather see this empire completely collapse and see what this land will become without the emperor."

“But the current situation is not optimistic.”

Lin Jinjiang said in a heavy tone: "I have come all the way from Shu, and all I have seen is the pursuit and desire for sequence, like a raging fire that spreads across the prairie and cannot be stopped."

"The aristocratic families are sparing no effort in recruiting and training private soldiers. The imperial army is also distributing mechanical hearts and providing transformation to those who join the army. Even Honghu is spreading the sequence rituals. Not to mention that the Yellow Millet Ghost will find ways to break into the sequence after taking over another body and coming to the world."

"Perhaps because of the turbulent situation and the precarious lives of the people, the genes have become abnormally agitated, and the difficulty of breaking the sequence seems to have become lower and lower. Nowadays, breaking the lock and entering the sequence is no longer a big happy event like 'a carp leaping over the dragon gate'. Ordinary people have long been accustomed to it."

"There are more and more people who follow order, but few who are willing to follow disorder. If Zhang Shanzhang really wants to achieve the connection between heaven and earth through war and killing, it seems that there is little hope now. Moreover..."

Lin Jinjiang's eyes were full of doubts: "Even the blood-robed Confucianists under his command are still Confucianists. These people are willing to sacrifice their lives now, but when it comes time to eliminate themselves, will they still be able to do it?"

"It seems that you have seen a lot along the way."

The cold wind from the north was so fierce and swift that it blinded the stars in the sky.

The stars were dim and the surroundings were dark. The faint light from the documents could not illuminate Xie Bian's face at all.

"But if you want me to give you an accurate answer, I don't have one either."

Xie Bian raised his head and exhaled a misty white steam. "I even have more doubts in my heart than you do. So many people died in this turmoil, and it seems that it has no effect at all except making the world's desire for sequence stronger and stronger. The passage between heaven and earth is clearly getting wider and wider."

Suddenly, when Lin Jinjiang heard this sentence, he felt as if a flash of inspiration passed through his mind, but it disappeared in a flash and he could not catch it at all.

Just as he was deep in thought, Xie Bian sighed in his ears: "Of course, it may also be because our rank is too low. Not only do our words have little influence, but our vision is also short-sighted. We simply cannot understand what others are planning."

Xie Bian joked, "You are a miscellaneous writer, good at observing the hearts of the people in the market and understanding the warmth and coldness of human nature. I am a famous writer, claiming to be a debater of all things and a master of the world, but in the end I don't even have the qualifications to understand it. It's really frustrating."

"It's good to not understand. At least we can do the things at hand with peace of mind."

Lin Jinjiang, who had pondered to no avail, simply put aside all distractions and asked with a smile: "If we can still live in this land in the end, what do you want to do, General?"

"How about calling Lord Ma, and we open a place together? I'm a good singer, and it would be nice to spend the rest of my life in the midst of music, women, and feasting."

"Okay, but I have to be the boss. I'm better than you at this."

"Then it's settled."

The sound of the wind became more and more urgent, as if urging people to leave.

Xie Bian stood up and said seriously, "Now no one knows if there will be a tomorrow, so don't worry too much. The road ahead is long and the mountains are high, don't leave yourself with any regrets."

Lin Jinjiang stood up and looked up at the figure that was gradually disappearing in the wind and snow, with a look of loss on his face.

The general who was once the most heroic and unrestrained warned him not to die when they parted.

The general who was once the most meticulous one now tells himself not to leave any regrets.

The world is changing, we are traveling through mountains and rivers, and they are also people on the road.

We are all travelers in the inn of life.

clang
The sound of the broken order in his mind was like the shaking of wind chimes, but Lin Jinjiang's face was calm and he carefully put the document into his arms.

"Next stop, Northern Zhili."

(End of this chapter)