Monarch of Evernight: 140 Gaohu

bsp;"Fighting? Just for this?" The girl's answer made Qianye feel a little incredible. Is this lively and beautiful girl still a war madman?

"Of course it's for this! If you fight a war, you will get military merit, and if you have military merit, you will get money. I have already asked clearly, there is no restriction on the exchange of military merit in Da Qin this time."

"So, you are not from the Empire, right?" Qianye asked.

The girl was startled, and a dangerous look suddenly flashed in her eyes.

Qianye leaned on the console, folded his hands, and said calmly: "Okay, put down the gun you hidden under the cloak, it is of no use to me. Even if I stand still and let you shoot, it won't work." You can’t kill me.”

The girl hesitated, then slowly pulled out a pistol from under her cloak and placed it on the ground. Although it looked like a pistol, it was many times larger than the ordinary model. The muzzle alone was as big as a fist.

The barrel of this gun was so thick that Qianye couldn't help but twitch slightly in the corners of his eyes, inexplicably thinking of Zhao Yuying's 'Kaishan'. If the power of such a thick gun was comparable to the size of the barrel, Qianye even doubted whether the recoil of the shot would break the girl's small wrist.

"I don't want to shoot you, I was just a little scared. You took me to Blackstream City, and I haven't paid you the boat fare yet!" The girl tried to explain.

Qianye waved his hand and said: "Okay, this is not important. But, do you really just want to go to war to earn military merit? The **** battle battlefield is huge, why do you have to go to Black Current City?"

"Because only there are big battles to be fought, and that is the battlefield suitable for me."

Qianye raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Where are you from? It sounds like you have fought many battles."

The girl hesitated for a while and said: "I am a Gaohu and I am seventeen years old this year. I started going to war when I was ten years old. When we Gaohu are ten, we are qualified warriors."

"Gaohu?" This term was somewhat familiar. Qianye suddenly remembered something and asked in surprise: "Is that the race that specializes in producing warriors?"

The girl said: "We Gaohu people are born to be warriors and we make a living by doing so. We do not have a fixed home. Wherever there is war, that is where we live."

Qianye smiled and said: "But I heard that almost all Gaohu people are on the rebel side. And I belong to the imperial army."

"That's because the Imperial Army gives us too little money and always sends us to die. We are soldiers, not cannon fodder!" the girl argued.

"You said you are a Gaohu, prove it to me."

The girl hesitated, slowly lifted her cloak, and then unbuttoned her top, revealing the tight-fitting tactical vest underneath. Her skin was wheat-colored and had a soft luster, but what attracted attention were the several light silver lines on the surface of her skin, which looked like lines from the Force array.

Furthermore, her left arm is half machine and half flesh. The machine parts penetrate deep into the skin and are already integrated with flesh and blood. It seems that it is because of this mechanical structure that she can burst out with huge strength that is disproportionate to her body size. She can swing a power hammer weighing nearly a hundred kilograms, and can also use extremely powerful firearms and hand cannons.

"Sure enough!" Qianye felt relieved.

"You, you don't think we are monsters, do you?" the girl asked with some anxiety.

"No, although I have never seen one, I have at least heard of Gao Hu people. Then, tell me your name." Qianye motioned the girl to put on her clothes to cover up her shockingly modified body.

"My name is Heiyue, and I am the youngest level three transformation warrior in the clan! I am very powerful!" The girl puffed up her small chest and looked very proud.

The Gaohu people are a peculiar race. They are small in number and wander around various continents. The tribesmen are all natural warriors and mechanics. Gaohu is known for transforming warriors, combining Force machinery with the body to create powerful warriors. In this regard, the Gaohu people were far ahead of the Qin Empire.

The empire has also secretly conducted transformation experiments for many years, but if it reaches the second level of transformation at most, the experimental subjects will be unable to withstand the drastic changes in their bodies and die. But the most famous modified warrior of the Gaohu people can reach level five. It is a walking and thinking steel giant, a pure war machine.

After years of experiments, the Empire has come to a preliminary conclusion that the transformation technology of the Gaohu people is related to their innate special physique. If the Imperial people want to reach that level, they must at least have the potential to become a level 13 or above warrior. If you are a strong person, then the meaning of transformation will be lost. Qianye had seen this conclusion before when he was at Red Scorpion, but he didn't have the authority to give specific information.

Heiyue has reached the sixth level of force power and the third level of transformation warrior at such a young age, which is really rare.

Seeing that she was indeed a Gaohu, Qianye believed her previous explanation. Black Moon must indeed have come for military merit rewards. Unexpectedly, the impact of the **** battle is getting bigger and bigger, like a huge whirlpool, and the outer edge has gradually begun to involve other continents and other races.

"What would you do if you met other Gaohu people on the battlefield?"

"Of course it's a fight. Using all our strength to let the opponent die on the battlefield is the highest respect we Gaohu people have for our opponent." Xiao Heiyue answered matter-of-factly.

Qianye was speechless. The Gaohu people were, as the legend said, a very crazy race with unique beliefs.

The aerostat flew in the deep night, and after hearing the rhythmic engine sound for a long time, it no longer seemed so noisy. During the whole night's flight, Black Moon seemed to be tireless, climbing up and down the entire aerostat, and would definitely open it up and take a look at any place that could be disassembled. She even climbed onto the airbag on top of the airship and studied it for a long time.

Qianye stood quietly in front of the console, not moving for several hours, only occasionally adjusting the height and direction of the aerostat.

"How could you stand alone for so long?" Black Moon appeared beside Qianye more than once and asked curiously.

This little guy who couldn't take a moment to rest couldn't understand why Qianye could not move for such a long time, and he couldn't even see that he had changed his stance. Every time Qianye smiled and didn't answer.

Since the blood core was formed, Qianye suddenly felt that he had become much calmer. It was the silence waiting for a grand world to open before our eyes.

Under the iron curtain of eternal night, swords flashed and evil waves surged. A small town in the north was as peaceful as before. As the transit hub for most of the empire's legions and the frontline headquarters of the empire's twin armies, it is perhaps the safest place in the human territory at the moment.

Even outside the Iron Curtain, the daylight of Eternal Night is very short. It is only three o'clock in the afternoon, and the sunlight is already tilted as if it will fall into the horizon the next moment.

Lin Xitang walked slowly on the bluestone avenue of the small town, with only one person following him. It's a long way from the headquarters to his residence, and he likes to walk back and forth. There were more soldiers in military uniforms than civilians in the city, and people stopped to salute him from time to time.

Suddenly everyone raised their heads and looked at the sky. A long white cloud crossed half of the city and fell into the south of the city. This looks like the trajectory left by an aerospace craft flying at high speed, but at this moment, there can only be one person, Zhang Boqian, who can fly directly over the small town so brazenly.

Lin Xitang withdrew his gaze and continued walking towards his residence in the south of the city. The person who followed behind him followed suit in his name, Shi Yan, and followed him silently without saying a word.

His residence is actually a small temporary military camp arranged in a field style. The two large tents of the central army belong to Lin Xitang and Zhang Boqian. Outside are the barracks of the Beifu Army and the Thunder Cavalry Guards. Outside, there are the barracks for this participation. The residence of senior officers of various legions during the **** battle.

Lin Xitang walked to his door, his outstretched hand suddenly stopped, and then the door opened automatically. He looked at the man in the cumbersome and formal royal uniform. He was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Back?"

With Zhang Boqian’s character, he would not wear such layered formal clothes on a daily basis. He left Yongye and returned to the upper continent a few days ago. Could it be that he went to the imperial capital and attended the imperial meeting?

There was a haze between Zhang Boqian's brows, and his majestic body stood there, bringing an extremely heavy sense of oppression like a mountain towering above the sky. He looked straight into Lin Xitang's eyes with a pair of sharp eyes, and said coldly: "What's going on?!" He waved his hand and threw something over his face.

Lin Xitang was startled. Before he could reach out to take it, the pile of things stopped in the air a foot in front of him. They were actually some documents, but the format was not the one commonly used outside, but parchment folded in three or four quarters. , occasionally flashing a flash of force light. This is a memorial dedicated to imperial ministers. The array attached to it is actually a Force seal, indicating the identity of the writer.

Lin Xitang was familiar with government affairs. With just one glance, he could tell that the emblems of several aristocratic families and court ministries belonged to high-ranking ministers and nobles above marquis. In other words, these are not ordinary memorials and should not appear here at all. Even if the contents involve matters that need to be implemented, copies should be issued and the originals should be sealed in the cabinet archives.

He stretched out his hand and gathered the memorials in his hand. Without opening them to take a closer look, he asked in a deep voice: "Did you take them from the cabinet?"

Zhang Boqian was so angry that he laughed, "Lin Xitang, these are the memorials to impeach you at the court meeting."

Lin Xitang said calmly: "Impeach me? Isn't this normal?" From the son of an earl to his current position, Lin Xitang has made countless enemies. He has experienced countless **** storms, and impeachment in court is one of them. It's an aboveboard method.

Zhang Boqian said sharply: "Then it is normal for even the backbone of your imperial party to follow the one-sided impeachment of you and deprive you of military merit, exploit you at all levels to enrich your own pockets, disrupt the order of **** battles, and form cliques to attack dissidents?"

In fact, Lin Xitang just saw that those emblems were all ministries controlled by upstarts, or families close to the imperial family. He didn't speak for a while, and after a long silence, he said calmly: "The divisions and reunions in the court are just for profit. The only one I am loyal to is Your Majesty."

Zhang Boqian said coldly, "Although there are no tributes to the Li family of Tang Dynasty in these memorials, there are many in-laws of the same age."

Lin Xitang raised his eyebrows, wondering why Zhang Boqian suddenly mentioned the current descendants, and then heard him ask: "Is it your idea or His Majesty's to make me King Qingyang?"

Lin Xitang remained silent, and after a while he said helplessly: "Is there any difference?"

Zhang Boqian's title was designated as King Qingyang. Of course, it was not because the cabinet was lazy and did not come up with a new title. The Zhang family in Qingyang has a sect with four nobles and is extremely prominent. However, Zhang Boqian is obsessed with martial arts and pays little attention to secular affairs. The lineage of Dan Guogong he inherited does not play a major role in the Zhang family.

Being Zhang Boqian the king would have an impact on the balance of power within Zhang Clan, and the imperial family directly conferred the symbol of Zhang Clan, Qingyang, on him, which unsurprisingly intensified this contradiction. At least in the upcoming triennial grand sacrificial ceremony of the empire, whether the position belonging to Zhang clan will be occupied by King Qingyang or the current clan leader Hui Guogong will become a very delicate issue.

The intention of the imperial family is nothing more than to cause some trouble for the first clan who has the new king, but it is also a grand conspiracy. Even if Zhang clan sees it clearly and clearly, there will be no way to avoid it for a while. Internal affairs are uneasy.

Zhang Boqian sneered, "It doesn't matter originally. Why do you think I went to the imperial capital? Did you know that the woman in Jiaofang Palace wants to grant me a marriage?"