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Chapter 1082: Nan Guiyue, Lei Ze Dragon Rider!

This man was still making an impassioned speech in Qiandu City yesterday, saying that he would fight the Yellow Turban Army to the death in the future. Yet today, he has a gold- and silver-inlaid horizontal sword hanging from his waist - the pattern on the scabbard is clearly the Taotie pattern that Hengzhou craftsmen are best at.

"Your Excellency the Duke!"

Zhao Dexun shouted from a distance, and rushed forward in two steps, the jade pendant on his waist jingling.

"I was just about to go to the parade grounds to report for duty, but I didn't expect to meet you, the Duke. This... this is truly an honor to my humble home!"

Su Ye glanced at the generals behind him, but he saw that their armor was brand new, and even their breastplates were polished to a shine. How could they look like they were going to fight? Instead, they looked like grooms who had just come out of a clothing store.

"General Zhao's outfit is quite spirited."

Su Ye reached out to straighten his crooked feathers. These old ministers of Daqian were quite tough, but also quite soft...!

Zhao Dexun's face suddenly changed, and he was about to explain, but he saw Su Ye had turned and left. Jingwei's sword-holding gesture was clearly steadier than usual. When he walked about a hundred steps away, he suddenly heard a rustling sound behind him. He thought that the generals were busy taking off their armor to check.

"Ok?"

Then Su Ye suddenly stopped and pointed his finger at a brick of the vermilion palace wall. He saw a piece of dry grass inserted diagonally in the crack of the brick. A silver thread was tied to the grass stem, shining slightly in the wind.

"This is……"

Jingwei moved closer to take a closer look.

"The secret message of the Lei Ze Dragon Rider."

"It seems that those guys from Nan Guiyue are even more impatient than I expected."

Su Ye snapped his fingers and the silver thread broke.

The mansion where Tan Mengjun was under house arrest was located in the northeast corner of the imperial city. It was originally the villa of a prince of the Daqian Dynasty. When Su Ye stepped into the moon-shaped gate, he saw two teams of Xuanwu guards searching the side rooms. The sound of weapons colliding with blue and white porcelain was crisp and pleasant.

"My lord, this was found under General Tan's pillow."

The leader of the Xuanwu Guards presented a sandalwood box with both hands. When the lid of the box was opened, the smell of agarwood mixed with rust wafted into his face - inside lay a half-broken arrow, with a dark brown blood scab on the arrowhead.

Su Ye held up the broken arrow and looked at the sun carefully, and suddenly chuckled.

"General Tan is in a good mood. Is he bringing up the old wound from Yanmen Pass twelve years ago?"

He suddenly let go, letting the broken arrow fall to the ground. The arrowhead made a teeth-grinding squeaking sound as the golden boot rolled over it.

Suddenly, the sound of a teacup breaking was heard in the main hall, followed by Tan Mengjun's angry roar.

"Su Ye, little brat! If you want to kill me, then go ahead. Why are you humiliating me like this?"

Su Ye walked slowly into the main hall, and saw twelve veteran generals sitting or standing, their black iron heart mirrors glowing dimly under the candlelight.

Tan Mengjun was locked on a rosewood chair, his gray beard was stained with tea, but he still stiffened his neck and stared at the person who came.

"General Tan, what you said makes it seem like I have wronged you all."

Su Ye's fingertips brushed across the emerald dragon-patterned buckle on the desk. The cold touch reminded him of the blood on the top of Qianyuan City three days ago.

"Are you used to drinking the hundred-year-old ginseng soup sent from Hengzhou?"

Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of bells and pendants clinking from behind the screen. Nan Guiyue emerged from the shadows, his armor still stained with unwashed blood, but in his hands he held a cup of steaming ginseng soup.

The remnants of the Lei Ze Dragon Riders who followed behind him all stood with their heads bowed, holding brocade boxes and jade caskets in their hands, looking like guests coming to a banquet.

"General Tan, this is the century-old ginseng that the Duke specially transferred from Hengzhou."

Nan Guiyue knelt on one knee and held the ginseng soup above his eyebrows.

Tan Mengjun stared at Nan Guiyue for a long while, and suddenly laughed like an owl.

"Great! What a great Lei Ze Dragon Rider! General Nangong's body is still warm, yet you guys are the first to acknowledge his new master!"

He suddenly grabbed the ginseng soup and smashed it on the ground. The celadon fragments splashed onto Nan Guiyue's face, leaving a bloody mark.

Nan Guiyue's armor was broken, and his left arm was still wrapped in bloody linen, but he insisted on straightening his back to salute Su Ye. The young generals behind him had red eyes, and they held tightly in their hands the Lei Ze Dragon Rider Scroll that Nangong Tianxia had given him before his death. "I used several salt mines, iron mines, copper mines, etc. in the south of Qianzhou near Luzhou, plus five cities in the south of Qianzhou, and released 50,000 prisoners of war, plus 20,000 strong war horses produced in the north of Cangzhou, to get you back from that guy."

Su Ye suddenly chuckled, and his fingertips brushed across the cracked scales on Nan Guiyue's shoulder.

"Old General, do you know why Meng Zhang is willing to do this deal?"

He suddenly turned and looked at Tan Mengjun with a burning gaze.

"Don't even think about sowing discord, you little brat..."

Tan Mengjun was shocked all over. Seeing how respectful these young generals were to Su Ye, he had guessed about 70% of the situation, but he still stiffened his neck and spoke.

At this time, Nan Guiyue on the side was shocked all over, and the brocade box in his hand almost fell to the ground. The faces of the Lei Ze Dragon Riders also changed.

"How can we, the humble generals,...be worthy of such a reward..."

Nan Guiyue's voice was hoarse, and he suddenly kowtowed heavily, and his armor made a thumping sound against the blue brick floor.

In the silence of the room, only the crackling sound of the candle flames could be clearly heard. Tan Mengjun looked at the blood stains on Nan Guiyue's armor and suddenly remembered that three days ago when the Hengzhou Army took over Qiandu, this young man was covered in blood and was handed over to the Hengzhou Army by the Yellow Turban Army. At that time, he was still secretly cursing Nangong Tianxia for raising a group of ungrateful people, but he didn't know...

"General Tan, can you guess why Meng Zhang is willing to let him go?"

Su Ye suddenly leaned forward, and the scent of agarwood mixed with the smell of blood hit his face.

"He said that the seeds of the Lei Ze Dragon Knight should have sprouted on the battlefield."

Nan Guiyue raised his head suddenly, and two flames ignited in his eyes.

"At this time tomorrow, I want to see all the remaining Lei Ze Dragon Riders in the parade grounds!"

Su Ye had already turned around, his white robe swept across the map on the table, and a golden line drew a Milky Way across the territory of Qianzhou.

Tan Mengjun suddenly started coughing violently, and the black iron heart guard made a clanging sound.

"Don't worry, my Lord. If there is one person missing on the parade ground tomorrow, please chop off my head!"

At this time, Nan Guiyue in the field was silent for a moment, and then suddenly took half a step forward.

Tan Mengjun turned his head suddenly, only to see that Nan Guiyue had taken off his sword and held it above his head with both hands. On the hilt of the sword were engraved the words "Gui Yue" written by Nangong Tianxia himself, which glowed dimly under the candlelight.

"Good! Good!"

"Nangong Tianxia, ​​ah Nangong Tianxia, ​​the seed you risked your life to save ended up being used by this ambitious guy!"

Tan Mengjun suddenly laughed wildly, and the iron chain made the wooden chair rattle.

"Look at this, old general."

Su Ye suddenly put his fingers together to form a knife, and the candle flame went out, with sparks splashing on the map.

He pointed his finger at a place outside Qiandu City, and saw a huge circle drawn in vermilion ink, encircling the camp of more than 200,000 Qian troops.

"I have been supporting these 200,000 soldiers for more than half a month."

"The corn from Hengzhou, the salt from Cangzhou, and the herbs from Qizhou, the food for people and horses every day is a huge expense."

Su Ye picked up the wine cup and took a sip. The amber wine reflected the other person's pale face.

"I saw them today when I passed by the camp outside the city. The soldiers of the Qian army... all looked pale, and even their horses were chewing on tree bark."

Nan Guiyue suddenly took half a step forward, and the fragments of armor glowed dimly in the candlelight.

Tan Mengjun's black iron heart guard suddenly tightened, making a teeth-grinding squeak.

How could he not know that these 200,000 troops were a hot potato? Ever since Gu Changqing's defeat, the Qian army had been short of food for some time. If the Hengzhou army had not been providing aid during this period, they would have mutinied long ago.

(End of this chapter)