"There's an urgent letter from Kyushu."

Shin Youzaburo said, holding a wooden box with both hands and raising his hands above his head.

"Hand it over."

Su Dawei said.

As soon as the voice fell, the incense breeze blew and the lights flickered in the empty tent.

Nie Su suddenly appeared, reached out and took the wooden box in the hand of the new right Saburo, and in a flash, he had arrived at Su Dawei's side.

In this regard, the new right Saburo behaved more and more respectfully.

Bow your head and don't squint.

Recently, the ties between Kyushu and Baekje have become closer.

It is said that they are two countries, separated by the sea, but the distance of dozens of nautical miles, as long as the wind is favorable, can be reached overnight.

Recently, the Tang army has also allocated more warships, and Su Dawei has the conditions to maintain a higher density of contact with the Japanese state.

It is also possible to transfer troops from the Wa State to strengthen Su Dawei's troops.

Otherwise, with the thousands of soldiers in the Xiongjin Governor's Mansion, it is necessary to defend Baekje and avoid chaos.

It was simply an impossible task to fight Goguryeo and support Li Tao's army from the flank.

Previously, An Wensheng was very optimistic about the situation in the Japanese state.

In the end, it turned out that he was slapped in the face.

It was almost the end of the year, and the Tang army currently occupied only half of Honshu, and it stopped before it could expand its forces into the Hokkaido region.

The reason was a rebellion in the rear.

In the area of Miyazaki in Kyushu, that is, the sphere of influence of Udo Jingu, under the control of Shinto, there was a serious rebellion.

For this reason, An Wensheng and Hei Zhi Changzhi had to suspend the pace of expansion, leaving a small number of soldiers and horses to garrison Honshu, and led a large army back to Kyushu to quell the rebellion.

The outcome of the campaign was quite smooth.

Although there are some strangers in Shinto, Su Dawei's Ducha Temple has also recruited a lot of strange people from the rivers and lakes, even weird half-demons and the like, they have not refused, and they have subdued a lot of peripheral forces.

The conquest of Baekje spanned two years, and Su Dawei transferred a group of strangers over early.

During the conquest, some were brought with me.

Later, Su Dawei returned to Baekje and sent some more people over.

And Shinto has always been involved in the campaign of the Wa King against the Tang army.

After a series of battles, many manpower were lost.

Its strength has long since weakened.

Originally, alien or weird abilities belonged to personal force.

In thousands of troops, such strength will not have much impact on the battle situation unless it is to decapitate the enemy's general.

The army fought, and tens of thousands of people rushed back and forth to kill.

No matter how strong the alien is, in the military formation, in the face of soldiers from all directions, his energy and vitality are consumed extremely quickly.

If you don't get out early, you will eventually be crushed by the flesh and blood grinding disc of the military array.

The power of one person, in the face of the general trend, is too small.

Unless he is never tired and can keep fighting.

If there is such a thing, it is not a stranger or a stranger, but a god.

The last time I received a letter from An Wensheng was seven days ago.

At that time, the news was that the Udo Jingu Rebellion had been largely pacified.

Except for a few Shinto cultists who fled, the entire shrine had fallen into the hands of the Tang army.

So Su Dawei is a little curious now, I don't know what An Wensheng will say to himself in this letter.

The position of the opening of the wooden box is sealed with mud.

Su Dawei glanced at the mud seal, which was stamped with a red seal, representing urgency.

The mud seal is intact, proving that the letter has not been touched.

Su Dawei reached out and pinched the mud seal on the wooden box and took out a piece of silk from it.

It's full of small letters.

He had just looked at the first line by the oil lamp, and suddenly Nie Su beside him let out a shout.

Su Dawei's heart suddenly changed, and a sense of crisis was fleeting.

The whale oil lamp on the table jumped a few times, and the orange light gradually turned into a miserable green fluorescence.

The whole tent is like a ghost domain.

A cloudy wind blew from outside the tent, bringing up a black mist.

The new right Saburo was still waiting for Su Dawei's reply, only to feel a chill rise behind him, as if a woman's hand was stroking from his back and along his vertebrae inch by inch.

It was a bone-chilling horror.

"Yaga!"

In a hurry, the new right Saburo instinctively pulled out the short knife of his body and stabbed it behind him.

He was accompanied by a knife, but before entering the account, he took the initiative to release the personal guards handed over to Su Dawei.

Now that I am in danger, I instinctively can't care about anything.

The short knife stabbed out, but he felt empty in his hand.

Behind it, there is nothing.

No, it's not nothing, a yin wind blew the camp tent, and outside it was supposed to be the Tang army patrolling and keeping vigil, bonfires and military tents connected together.

But now, nothing can be seen outside.

The darkness is like a black hole, devouring all light.

I can't see the stars and the moon, and I can't see my fingers.

The new right Saburo stabbed it with a knife, and was horrified to find that his hand had "disappeared".

The feeling of the hand is still there, but the eye can no longer see it.

The billowing black mist is like a beast's mouth, devouring little by little.

From the wrist, to the arm, to the upper arm.

Shinyouzaburo's hair was numb, and an inhuman scream came out of his throat.

"Pretend to be a ghost, come out for me!"

Su Dawei snorted coldly, sat in front of the desk, and stretched out his fingers.

In the past, Yuan Shoucheng passed on his difficulties from fire and water.

Water and fire are both good and dragon and tiger meet.

A stream of innate essence turned into Nanming Lihuo in his chest, and shot out along his fingertips.

Darkness, illuminated by this tiny flame of fire. Yunnan

The ball of fire flew out from Su Dawei's fingertips, like a meteor, and disappeared into the darkness.

The void in front of the tent was boiling with black gas.

After the fire ball was shot in, the mist began to rotate like a huge whirlpool.

There was a faint roaring sound that seemed to be inhuman, and it came from it.

The voice was very strange, it didn't sound human, but it was familiar.

After being stunned for a moment, the new right Saburo reacted.

This is a very primitive native language on the island.

It is a branch of the original Ezo language family.

After a while, the strange roar gradually turned into Tang Yin, which was "revenge" and "return the artifact".

Su Dawei stretched out his hand and held down Nie Su, who was eager to try beside him, and said to Xinyou Sanlang: "San Lang, you retreat to me." ”

"Hello."

The new right Saburo was like being amnestied, and he hurriedly retreated, until he retreated in front of Su Dawei and held one side.

Despite such a strange and mysterious situation, he still did not dare to lose his courtesy.

By the time he was on Wajima, he had already joined the Tang Army's secret society, the "bad guys".

After previous training and education, I have formed a very high sense of honor in my heart, and I am very interested in the identity of Tang people and bad people.

Naturally, they will not hide in the rear when it is dangerous.

only hates low skills, and can't serve the leader of the bad people, Su Dawei.

In human nature, appetite and the need to reproduce are only the lowest level.

On the next level, there is the need for spiritual rewards, which are needed and recognized.

The activists among the Japanese people, through continuous ideological transformation, have a very high sense of mission and a sense of honor for Su Dawei and Datang.

Su Dawei stared at the black mist with both eyes, watching the black mist keep trying to approach, and he was afraid of the faint qi on his body, and he didn't dare to move too forward.

"Since you're here, let's show up, if my guess is correct, it should be someone from the Ukai Shrine?"

I just glanced at it in a hurry, and I haven't had time to finish it.

The first line of Ahn Wensheng's letter mentions that Shinto people may infiltrate Baekje in order to disadvantage Su Dawei and the Tang army.

was provoked by Su Dawei's words.

The darkness in front of the tent contracted suddenly, and billowing black smoke gathered into small clouds.

The black gas contracted, and the light returned.

There was no black fog and darkness in front of him, and there was just a woman.

Dressed in a snow suit, the Shinto shrine maiden Yukiko.

She stood outside the tent and saluted Su Dawei.

In a voice as crisp as a pearl, he said: "The Divine Way of the Wa Kingdom, Xuezi has seen the Governor of the Tang Dynasty. ”

The firelight around them suddenly dimmed, and as Yukiko got up, it became bright again.

It seems that her every move is implicated in this side of the world, and the invisible vitality grows and wanes.

"Are you the only one?"

Su Dawei looked at him with a calm expression: "What about Fushimi Tottori?" ”

The voice came out, and the air around Yukiko rippled slightly.

A black shadow was like a swam ink, quickly rendering away.

Condenses the figure of Fushimi Tottori.

"The shrine maidens and witches of the Shinto sect have appeared, I don't know if there are any other powerful people, let's come out together, and let the Governor of Pontus see it."

Su Dawei was still calm, as if Yukiko and Fushimi Tottori in front of him were just air.

This attitude immediately made Yukiko feel a little wrong.

It was not the first time she had dealt with Su Dawei.

Since many years ago, when they were in Chang'an, the two sides had several light and dark battles.

Shinto has never taken any advantage in Su Dawei's hands.

Even this time, even the family was courted by Su Dawei.

The Japanese royal family was removed, and the Japanese Kyushu was occupied by the Tang army.

Even the Udo Shrine, which has been inherited for hundreds of years, is now in the hands of the Tang Army.

This made Xuezi's heart pull out the importance and vigilance of Su Dawei to an infinitely high level.

"There's no one else, just us."

"Tell me what it means."

Su Dawei looked at Xuezi calmly with his eyes: "My time is precious. ”

Fushimi Tottori, who was standing next to Yukiko, burst out with a ball of essence in his eyes, and then retracted again.

Su Dawei squinted at him: "What is the opinion of the witch?" Or are you trying to kill me? You can get your hands dirty. ”

"Su Dudu, are you so confident?"

Fushimi Tottori's voice is elongated, like a crane.

It's like a crisp jade spring.

It gives a sense of humming that goes straight to the depths of the soul.

Su Dawei didn't seem to hear his voice, just looked at him.

"Are you here to make peace?"

Fushimi Totori's eyebrows were slightly raised, and a hint of blush swelled up on his handsome white face.

"Su Dudu, although you are the governor of the Tang Dynasty, you must not despise our Shinto, this world has always had gods."

"Really?"

Su Dawei ignored him, and said naturally: "It's not to seek peace, but to seek war?" ”

His eyes narrowed slightly, pressing the back of Nie Su's hand with one hand and the table with the other, leaning forward slightly, revealing great confidence and aggression: "If you want to fight, you can do it now." ”

"Su Dudu, you misunderstood."

The shrine maiden Yukiko's face changed several times one after another.

The air is filled with tension and clashes can erupt at any moment.

And Yukiko is trying her best to avoid that last choice.

"Whether it is war or peace, it can be decided in one word."

Su Dawei sneered: "If you don't have the courage to do it, you can either say what you mean, or you just get out obediently, it is not easy for the Bendu Governor to inherit in Shinto, so you won't kill them all." ”

"Su Dudu, you really have to be unforgiving."

Fushimi Totori spreads his hands out, and his big sleeves hang down naturally, like a crane with its wings outstretched.

An indescribable aura spread to the surroundings with his jade voice.