Chapter 49.1
This deceiving ghost.
Zong Luo had a cold face.
If it was still in the early morning, and saying that he was training his soldiers, perhaps he would still believe it a little bit. But now, the sun is already three poles high, running out to say that he is training his soldiers, isn’t this purely a lie, or that you are not mindful of the reason you found?
Besides, not long ago, Yu Beizhou sat on the wall of his prince’s mansion, applauded and said what, “congratulations”, then followed along in the rear, and chased to the outskirts. Even if Zong Luo was a fool, he knew that this person was looking for trouble.
Sometimes it was really difficult for Zong Luo to understand this person’s way of thinking.
After being reborn with him in this life, Yu Beizhou lost the wanton sharpness and treacherous waves that had been displayed on the surface of the previous life. Instead, he was like a pool of lake water, deep where the bottom couldn’t be seen, and even the color was dim and unclear.
According to Yu Beizhou’s statement, since he could find the immortal method, he must have succeeded in conquering the world in his previous life just like the ending of the copywriting “Would You Like to Have a Drink”.
It was said that the one who knew oneself best was always the enemy, and the reverse was also true.
This was the first time Zong Luo realized that he didn’t fully understand Yu Beizhou’s thoughts.
In his memory, Yu Beizhou was always ambitious, resolutely pursued progress, and cruel.
The feeling of having power was easily very addicting, and even more not easy to lay down. But not only did Yu Beizhou relinquish his power, he didn’t also seem to have any plans of getting involved in the fighting for the throne in this life.
Of course, it was tireless fighting against him.
The Xuan Cavalry barracks was very quiet, and many soldiers showed signs of resentment.
In the army, there was no particular emphasis on literary and elegant style. The King of Beining made it clear that he brought the elites of the Tianji Army over to come and smash the scene– how can he still tolerate it?
In addition, with the mismatch between the two generals, it resulted in the soldiers under each command to also inherit their fine traditions. Last time in Nanliang, although Xuan Cavalry couldn’t attack for a long time, having no awareness of the adversity was also quite effective. Unexpectedly, in the end, Yu Beizhou led the Tianji Army and picked up a big bargain.
This conflict was but already a big knot, to this day, when the Xuan Cavalry saw the Tianji Army, they couldn’t help but spit on the ground.
Mu Yuanlong looked at Zong Luo subconsciously, just like every time before.
The entire military camp was waiting for His Highness’ instructions.
Zong Luo backhandedly placed the sword back into Mu Yuanlong’s scabbard, took down a bow from the weapon rack hanging on the side, and drew out a white feather arrow, seemingly casually set the arrow on the bow, placed the bow across himself in front of his chest, and shot an arrow at Yu Beizhou in return.
The arrow pierced through the air, directly grazing the side face of the general in red, and fell straight to the scattered ink hair, leaving a winding and dazzling bloodstain.
Zong Luo bore grudges very much, at present, the area where he was bitten on his neck was still faintly aching.
Not to mention, prior to that, Yu Beizhou had also cut off a strand of his hair.
“Ah, the shot missed.” Zong Luo imitated Yu Beizhou like that, then slowly retracted his bow, showing a sneer, “Sorry, this Prince’s eyes cannot see at present, and is unable to see clearly for a moment, disturbing Junior brother. Junior brother shouldn’t blame me right?”
The distance between the two teams was so far, yet Zong Luo didn’t even take aim. His skill was comparable to that of Emperor Yuan, who effortlessly shot down Fuze fruits from the canopy of the thousand year old tree during Qingsi.
Moreover, he couldn’t see now, yet he could still achieve this level of accuracy solely by listening to the sound and distinguishing the position, it was simply amazing.
In the Xuan Cavalry barracks, the solemn atmosphere just now suddenly dissipated.
Everyone cheered in low voices.
Compared with this side, the Tianji Army was still silent and solemn, like a group of silent statues.
Different generals have different ways and habits of leading troops. After all, there were not many people on Zong Luo’s side, and they belong to the laissez-faire type. All the cavalry men under him had a strong relationship, and they didn’t conceal their actual situation on ordinary days, like a scene of fighting in the martial arts arena, eradicating any enmity.
(t/n: laissez-faire-non-interventionism or to let sb do whatever they want)
However, the Tianji Army under the command of Yu Beizhou belonged to another extreme.
The Tianji Army had strict military laws and regulations and the atmosphere was oppressive. Its efficiency was also several times higher than that of ordinary troops, this was the typical army belonging to the Great Yuan.
Seeing this, on the contrary, the smile on Yu Beizhou’s face deepened slightly.
He gently raised his hand, took out the arrow from the white fur coat on his shoulder, gently wiped off the blood on the tip of the arrow like caressing a lover that cannot bear to be part with, and letting his fingertips be stained with a color not inferior to the red clothes on his body.
“How dare this King blame the Senior brother?”
Yu Beizhou said in a low voice, with a taste of bewitching people. “The Third Highness’ return, it should be a big joyous event, this Junior brother was too late in celebrating, therefore, where to blame?”
“Better so.”
Zong Luo snorted coldly, “Since it’s training the soldiers, then this Prince will trouble you to stay away, see the visitors off!”
As soon as he gave the order, Xuan Cavalry immediately stepped forward, and the gate of the general’s barracks closed with a loud bang, also pulling in Zhao Yebai by the way.
This was what it meant to see the guests off, closing the doors.
“Your Highness, just like this…?”
Although it came to an end, Mu Yuanlong still felt a little not well in his heart.
Thinking back to the time when His Highness hadn’t yet regained his memory, the act of the King of Beining openly presenting a jade at the city gate, he automatically understood it as a humiliation to his old enemy.
Although Mu Yuanlong couldn’t restrain his anger when being bullied and oppressed, most of the time he still told himself not to act on impulse. After all, Xuan Cavalry was not as good as before after His Royal Highness went down, resulting in the King of Beining’s great imperial favor. To touch its edge, it would have an indefinite impact on the entire army.
But now he was bullying and oppressing His Highness, who can bear not to say anything!
“Don’t worry.” The prince in white shook his head, and said unfathomably. “He is about to be unlucky.”
In two days time, it would be the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month.
Zong Luo had marked this day in his heart as Yu Beizhou’s destined day of suffering, he was even on the verge of tearing up the calendar every day.
In the battle at the gate of the city, the provocation at the Baijia Banquet, the clash in the Great Witch Temple, the desperate attempt on the cliff, and the probing in the medicinal bath, piling piece by piece, Zong Luo all remember it in his heart, and simply waiting for two days to settle the total account with Yu Beizhou.
It was really because Yu Beizhou pissed him off after his rebirth, otherwise Zong Luo would be too lazy to even open his golden finger as a book transmigrator.
However, he bore grudges very much. If he really opened the Heavenly Eye to the plot, it would definitely make Yu Beizhou never forget for all his life.
(t/n Heavenly Eye or Eye of the Sky-in the script killing game refers to the interference behavior that players use various channels (network, multi-browsing) to obtain the content of the script and replay information in advance, and then give the plot and answers one step faster than other players in the game
Seeing that His Highness was confident, Mu Yuanlong immediately felt relieved, and his feelings of worship was like a surging river.
As expected of His Highness, he had the situation well in hand, saying that it would be unlucky for the King of Beining, then it would really be unlucky for the King of Beining.
At first sight of his former subordinates, Zong Luo also had a lot of things he wanted to say to them.
If the progress went smoothly, after he recovered his memory, eyesight and identity on the surface, he would be able to take charge of this legion again.
Ye Linghan, after being blackened in his previous life, became loyal to Yu Beizhou, and the latter promised him that he would send troops to Wei Country after he seized the foundation of Great Yuan. Therefore, until Zong Luo committed suicide under the city gate, the Great Yuan hadn’t truly unified the Great Wilderness yet. In this life, there may be a chance of seeing the great unification with his own eyes.
Right at this moment, a soldier hurried over and announced in a low voice, “Your Highness, the Fifth Prince is seeking an audience outside the barracks.”
Zong Yuanwu?
Zong Luo pretended to hesitate for a while, then shook his head, “I don’t remember much about the Fifth Imperial Brother, please decline for me.”
Among the younger brothers, except for Xiao Ba, Zong Yuanwu could be considered to have the closest relationship with him.
It’s a pity that Zong Luo kept in mind the lessons of his previous life. Except for the people in the “solid as iron” camp on his side, he believed no one else. Before he found a breakthrough point, he didn’t plan on seeing any of these wretched imperial brothers.
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Outside the barracks, Zong Yuanwu was riding on a horse, and was quite a bit on tenterhooks.
He looked at the tall black military camp in front of him, unsure of what to feel in his heart.
Earlier, he had suspected that he was the Third Imperial Brother, but he did not expect it to be true.
