20demayo Chapter 419: Only blood can wash away humiliation
Chapter 419: Only blood can wash away humiliation
A Jin took the order and left. Although he had some complaints about the personal habits of the Junggar warrior, he also understood the importance of this man to his master.
There is no room for error in this mission.
He blew a whistle quickly and stuffed a small rolled-up note into the thin bamboo tube on the pigeon's foot.
Lingyun Peak is steep and remote, and it is difficult to travel there. It would be difficult for him to find his target alone.
A Jin was giving orders to the secret guards guarding near Anqi Temple.
He had just delivered dinner to Mog, and now the sky was gradually getting dark.
A Jin had no time to worry about the dangers in the forest after nightfall. He took a rope and a torch and searched along the traces left on the stone wall.
Lingyun Peak towers into the clouds, and the mountain is shrouded in mist. When A Jin climbs down with a rope, he occasionally touches places with water.
The night was getting darker and darker, and the wind was blowing coldly through the forest. When A Jin climbed to the bottom of the stone wall, he couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Unexpectedly, a suffocating stench came from his hand, which made him stagger.
His already exhausted body swayed and he fell headfirst onto a wet, unidentified object.
Something entered his mouth and A Jin subconsciously licked his lips. The salty and bitter taste instantly spread in his mouth.
When Ah Jin felt the familiar stench, his heart skipped a beat.
Could it be that what he said was...
As soon as that thought came to his mind, Ah Jin rolled to the side in disgust, and couldn't stop dry heaving in his throat, vomiting all the dinner he had eaten.
He felt that he had always been quite lucky.
Unwilling to give up, A Jin took out a tinder, lit the torch, and went to the place where he had just fallen to take a look.
He hugged the big tree next to him and started retching again.
With his eyes red with anger, Ajin looked towards the darkening woods with murderous intent, and mentally sentenced the damned Junggar man to death.
Since being rescued by his master, A Jin has never suffered such a great humiliation again.
A Jin quickly tidied himself up in the faint moonlight and plunged into the dense forest.
The tyrannical aura emanating from him frightened the rabbit that had just stuck its head out so much that it quickly went back into its hole.
A Jin had never set foot in the forest under the stone wall. He could only rely on those abnormally broken branches to chase the evil foreigners who had long disappeared.
After about a quarter of an hour, a pile of rocks blocked his way forward.
Without the obstruction of dense trees, the moonlight sprinkled on the cold stones.
Mog, who was squatting in a cave more than 20 meters away, saw through the light of the torch that the person chasing him was the servant beside the treacherous pretty boy, and immediately withdrew his fierce gaze.
People who practice martial arts have sharper senses than ordinary people, especially the ability to discern malicious intent.
Moge just withdrew his gaze, and A Jin looked over as if he had noticed something and shouted loudly.
“Foul-smelling Gentile, I see you!”
"Did you come out on your own? Or did grandpa chop you out with a knife?"
"Are you ************?"
"**********"
Ah Jin's greetings about each organ made Moge so angry that his stomach churned all the way and his veins popped out.
No! His legs were weak now, and he was no match for the man who kept spewing dirty words.
Mog held down the big knife hanging at his waist with trembling hands.
He calmed down, but A Jin, who was not far away, found that there was no response after shouting for a long time, so he racked his brains and spoke the poor foreign language he learned from traveling.
"......Tэhэг......?xэx ecton 6rцxah эmэгчnh чoho......tapxnx ?лдc?h......" (See the author's words for details)
Regardless of whether it was true or not, A Jin's voice was loud.
The sound spread faster in an open space. When Mog heard some extremely insulting words, his head instantly became filled with blood.
He looked at A Jin who was getting closer and closer to him, and grabbed a handful of the soil he had just dug out.
The moment he raised his hand, a long "wow" sound continued to be heard.
Mog paused, this was the wolf pack marking its territory.
Wolves in cold weather lack food and become particularly ferocious.
In his prime, he was confident that he could escape from the wolves, but now not only was he weak, but there was also a powerful enemy waiting for him.
After weighing the pros and cons, Mog decided to prioritize saving his life.
In order to stand out from his brothers, he once vowed to his father that he would make the dog emperor and the Nian family pay the price.
After finally learning from the greedy palace mouths that the dog emperor was going to the garden to celebrate that damn Lantern Festival, Moge took his confidants and ambushed on the necessary road early.
But no one expected that the dog emperor was so afraid of death that he didn't even sit in the dragon chariot.
Not only did he lose his confidants, but he was also seriously injured, so much so that he had to stay in the cave and refused to come out.
Mog secretly wondered if the news of his plan to assassinate the Dog Emperor had leaked out, which was why the other party sent so many skilled fighters to ambush him.
But he knew very well that only his father and those close to him knew about his plan to assassinate the dog emperor.
Mog's eyes darkened. Maybe someone leaked the news and made the Dog Emperor on guard.
The first people he suspected were his other half-brothers who also coveted the throne.
Now is not the time to think about this, he will definitely get to the bottom of it later.
This trip to the capital resulted in heavy losses, and the humiliation he suffered could only be washed away by blood.
When the wolves' sounds were heard, A Jin had already extinguished the torch and returned along the same route.
Mog waited for a while before coming out of the cave. After looking at the moon to figure out the direction, he fled into the forest without looking back.
We stopped five times on the way before reaching the small stone steps leading down the mountain.
Mog was vigilant all the way until the moon was at its highest point and he finally stood on flat land.
He looked back fiercely in the direction of Lingyun Peak, and a low roar came from his throat.
“I will definitely come back again!”
Mog angrily took off his pants, which had already frozen, and rushed towards the village in his memory.
Not long after he set out, he heard hurried footsteps.
Mog rolled on the ground and fell into the ditch beside him. The hard stones hit his left leg and hurt him.
He didn't bother to check the injury on his leg, and he stayed close to the bottom of the ditch, not daring to move.
"Hurry up and chase him! His stinky pants are at the foot of the mountain. He must not have gotten far!"
"The Jin guards said that as long as we capture the Junggar rebels, they will definitely commend us to His Majesty."
"Brother, you are really capable. You can even talk to the prince's attendants."
"Sure, sure! It's just a small matter."
......
"Didn't they say that Jungar became much more obedient after their defeat? Why would His Majesty allow us to arrest them at night?"
"I'm telling you, don't tell anyone else. According to gossip, some villains attacked the noble above, and they fled in this direction. To show his loyalty, the prince personally led the way in the desolate mountains to capture the villains."
"Originally... stop asking, this credit can't be given to anyone else..."
Until the torch team disappeared, Mog, his teeth chattering with cold, finally climbed out of the ditch with difficulty.
The sword he drew out with a swish shone with a silver-white edge in the moonlight. He stared at the direction of Lingyun Peak, holding the sword high in his hand.