The sky transitioned from dark to light, and then back to dark. The dilapidated carriage rattled along the road, bringing with it an unbearable jolting, and the surrounding scenery changed constantly. Search: (?Complete?Book?God?Station) to read high-quality literature for free. Low forests, barren fields, desolate beaches, broken bridges, abandoned villages with withered bones hanging… Wanyan Qingjue, disheveled, listlessly watched everything that gradually appeared and then receded. Occasionally, when there was some slight movement, he would subconsciously, and discreetly, cast a glance, only for that gaze to become empty again due to disappointment.

As the carriage traveled, the turmoil in his heart had not ceased, and therefore, his mind was filled with chaotic emotions. Fear was the most prevalent, followed by doubt, and the fear that stemmed from those doubts…

When he left the north, he led an elite force that was likely one of the best in the world. What he had in mind was to achieve a series of victories that would make the Southern people tremble. Ideally, after some training, he would be able to kill a strongman like Lin Zongwu, and finally, take a trip to the southwest and bring back the head of the heart demon who might not be dead – these were all achievable goals.

This sudden collision was too heavy, shattering all possibilities. Last night, when he was knocked off his horse and chose to surrender, his thoughts were still difficult to categorize. Black Flag? Who knew if it was? If not, who were these people? If so, what did it mean…

In short, obviously, everything was gone.

With a good background, apprenticed to Gu Shen, he had always been high-spirited. Even when going south, the best chips were in his hands. Who knew that the first battle would be a failure – not just a failure, but a complete annihilation. Even in the best-case scenario, this would have a huge impact on his future, but most importantly, did he even have a future?

The scene of the formation surging like black water, engulfing Lu Tuo, and killing him in a thunderous crash, constantly replayed in Wanyan Qingjue's mind – those who achieve great things should not be discouraged by mere setbacks, but everyone naturally has a self-awareness of the limits of their abilities. How did he compare to Mr. Lu? As soon as such a question flashed through his mind, looking at the figures around the carriage, he found it difficult to imagine certain possibilities.

And beside him, Qiu Tianhai and others also drooped their heads blankly – it wasn't that no one had resisted. Not long ago, someone claimed to be a heroic outlaw and demanded respect and friendly treatment. Where did he go?

Oh, he was dragged down and beheaded with a single stroke.

Simple killing couldn't subdue heroic outlaws like Qiu Tianhai and others. What truly silenced them might be the figures that occasionally appeared beside the carriage. He only recognized the one-armed Santian Saber Du Sha, but they naturally recognized more. When he was slightly awake and cheered up, Wanyan Qingjue also whispered to Qiu Tianhai about the possibility of escape, but the other party only shook his head miserably: "Don't even think about it, Little Prince… Leading the team is Overlord Saber Liu Dabiao, and… Black Flag…" Qiu Tianhai's words were blurred by his low voice, but the name of the Black Flag was even more chilling.

In recent years, it had been proof of some kind of power.

Lu Tuo had died in the first instance. Wanyan Qingjue knew that relying on the few people who had run away, a dozen people at most, plus the "masters" responsible for liaison, wanting to rescue himself from the hands of this Black Flag team was even more unrealistic than snatching food from a tiger's mouth. Only occasionally he would think, if he was captured, the garrisons near Dengzhou and Xinye would definitely be mobilized. Would they, could they, happen to come looking… So he occasionally looked, occasionally looked, until the sky was getting dark, they had gone far, far away, and were about to enter the mountains. Wanyan Qingjue's body trembled, not knowing what kind of fate and encounter awaited him in the future…

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The carriage rumbled, the horse neighed.

Under the gloomy sky, a strong wind swept in, stirring up fallen leaves and withered grass, scattering them across the sky. Groups of travelers passed through the wilderness, forests, and entered the rugged mountains.

The carriage needed to be unloaded. Ning Yi stood on a large rock, looking into the distance with binoculars. Xigua, who had gone to fetch water, came over, tearing a piece of steamed bun.

The small interlude outside Xiangyang City was indeed somewhat unexpected, but it couldn't stop their journey home. Killing people, capturing people, saving people, a night's time was not a big deal for Ning Yi's team. As early as a few months ago, they had clashed with Mongolian cavalry several times on the Ningxia grassland. Although the tactics for dealing with the green foresters were different, to be honest, dealing with the green foresters was much easier for them.

After sending Yue Yun to Gao Chong and Yin Ping, Ning Yi also looked at Yue Fei's two children from a distance, and then began to retreat with the prisoners - until soon after, the troops near Dengzhou moved, and after interrogating the prisoners, Ning Yi realized that this time's attempt to kill two birds with one stone had encountered some unexpected situations, making the scene a little awkward.

The Little Prince was missing, and the troops near Dengzhou were almost going crazy, with cavalry scattering in dozens of groups. So the speed of the group accelerated again, to avoid having a confrontation with the army.

"We're far away now. After entering the mountains, the Dengzhou army shouldn't follow us anymore."

At the front of the column, contact had been made with two Bamboo Lodge members who had been arranged here to do reconnaissance and act as guides. Xigua said as she handed a piece of steamed bun with a pickled vegetable to Ning Yi's mouth. Ning Yi opened his mouth to eat, and put down the binoculars.

"Wanyan Sagai's son... This is really troublesome." Ning Yi said, but couldn't help but smile.

"If you admit defeat, we'll let him go back."

"Fighting the Jurchens, it's just talk, right? I want a few years of peace. Now we've captured their Little Prince. Wanyan Sagai has made great contributions to the Jurchens. What if he gets angry and really sends troops? What do you do, right?"

"That's really not good." Xigua echoed.

"But we've already captured him. If we admit defeat at this time, they'll think we're easy to bully and immediately come and attack us."

"You shouldn't blink when facing a tiger." Eat the steamed bun, nod.

"Now that we've already captured him, look at these people next to us. They might have beaten him up. The bad impression is already left." Ning Yi smiled and pointed to the people around him, then waved his hand, "Otherwise, let's just stab him to death, hang him on the head of Xiangyang City at night, and it'll be Yue Fei's fault, hehe… By the way, Fang Shuchang, I'm looking for you. Tell me, did you beat up their Little Prince? Go apologize."

"Apologize for what?" Fang Shuchang was walking over quickly from a distance. He was slightly stunned at this time, then smiled, "That Little Prince, who told him to lead the charge towards us? Of course I had to stop him. He surrendered from his horse. I hit his neck to knock him out. Who knew he would fall to the ground and hit his head? Why should I apologize if he's not dead… Right? I don't need to apologize even if he dies."

"He's the Jurchen Little Prince. You beat him up and refuse to apologize. Then this is the only way. Take that knife on the car, the one from Yue Family Army we picked up on the road, and stab that Little Prince to death with it. Then find someone to hang it on the Xiangyang City gate in the middle of the night and let Yue Fei take the blame." Ning Yi clapped his hands, looking excited, "That's right, Xigua and I both think this idea is very good."

Fang Shuchang was dumbfounded and laughed. He looked at Xigua's expression: "That's too much. We know General Yue too. This isn't good, right?"

"What's not good about it? We saved his son and daughter. What's wrong with letting him take the blame?"

Last night's battle was ultimately fought smoothly. The tactics for dealing with Green Forest Grandmasters were also put into practice here. Also, Yue Fei's children were saved. Everyone was actually quite relaxed. Fang Shuchang naturally knew that Ning Yi was deliberately joking. At this time, he coughed, "I'm here to report information. Originally, it was said that Yue Fei's children were captured. Both sides were still restrained and careful. In the blink of an eye, it turned into the Little Prince being lost. The people in Dengzhou have all gone crazy. Tens of thousands of cavalry are split into dozens of groups searching. They ran into the Beiwei Army at noon. At this time, it's estimated that things have gotten big."

"...Brains are going to be splattered." Ning Yi nodded and was silent for a moment, exhaled, "Let's go quickly. Don't care about them."

"Okay."

Fang Shuchang waved his hand, and someone led a horse over. Ning Yi and Xigua mounted their horses one after the other, and the group set off, heading all the way into the mountains. Before completely entering the mountains, Ning Yi looked back, and the mountain ridge was swallowing up the relatively open area under the gloomy sky.

"This time, we can be considered to have helped that General Yue a lot."

Living in the mountains for many years and having high martial arts skills, Xigua rode her warhorse through the mountain road as if walking on flat ground, easily leaning over. Ning Yi nodded, "Yes, a great victory is inevitable. With consecutive victories in two months, he and Junwu and the others will have a much better time in the Southern Wu court. We captured that Little Prince, and we can learn more about the situation inside the Jurchens, Wanyan Xiyin and others. This time's harvest is not small."

"Then we'll use this Little Prince to negotiate some conditions with the Jin country in the future and do some business." Xigua clenched her fist.

Ning Yi laughed: "We'll see when the time comes. Anyway…" He said, “…Let's go home first."

Wanyan Qingjue has too high a status among the Jurchens. The Daqi regime in Dengzhou and Xinye can't afford such a loss. It is very likely that the searching army is still chasing behind. For Ning Yi, the next step is just a relaxed journey home. The weather in late summer and early autumn is gloomy, and I don't know when it will rain. After trekking in the mountains for an hour or two, the team of nearly two hundred people stopped to set up camp.

Among these two hundred people, there were special forces that followed Ning Yi north, and a group of Black Flag latent personnel who first evacuated from Tian Hu's territory. Of course, there were also the captured prisoners - Ning Yi never appeared in front of Wanyan Qingjue and others, but he often communicated with the latent personnel who had withdrawn. These people have been latent in the Tian Hu court for two or three years, and many have even become officials with high ranks, and incited this rebellion. They have a lot of practical and leadership experience, and are even considered elites in the Bamboo Lodge. Ning Yi is naturally very concerned about their situation.

The journey south was smooth, and everyone was very happy. They talked about everything from the situation of Tian Hu to the power of the Jurchens to the situation of Southern Wu, to the situation in Xiangyang this time. They chatted from all over the world until midnight before dispersing. Ning Yi returned to the tent. Xigua did not go out on night patrol. At this time, she was using her clumsy needlework to mend a torn sock by the dim light in the tent. Ning Yi frowned when he saw it and wanted to go over to help. At this moment, an unexpected sound rang out in the night.

First, there was some fighting in the distance, and then, a loud voice resounded through the mountains and forests.

"Mr. Ning! An old friend has come from afar to seek an audience. I hope you can find time to meet!"

This voice was emitted by internal force. After it fell, there were echoes of "find time to meet" and "to meet" all around. Xigua frowned: "Very powerful… What old friend?" She looked at Ning Yi.

This was a completely unexpected sound. It shouldn't, couldn't have happened here. Ning Yi was silent for a moment.

“…Yue Fei.” He said the name, thought for a moment: “Nonsense!”

“He shouldn’t know you’re here. He’s bluffing you.” Xigua said.

Ning Yi naturally understood. His face was gloomy, and he tapped his knee with his finger. After a while, he took a deep breath.

He slowly shook his head.

"Forget it…"

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The night wind howled past overhead, and there were vigilant martial artists in front. It was about to rain. Yue Fei held a gun in both hands and stood there, quietly waiting for the other side's response.

This trip was a bit impulsive. In the eyes of others, it would be a decision that shouldn't have been made.

However, those who achieve great things do not have to be the same as others in every way.

Just like Zhou Tong raised his spear to assassinate Nianhan. At this moment, Yue Pengju galloped hundreds of miles, closed his eyes, and waited for the emergence of a certain possibility.

If… Mr. Ning is still alive…

Apart from the wind, the forest was silent far and near.

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