On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Late at night, in the headquarters study.

The flickering candlelight stretched out the shadow of Lin Zhen, who was reviewing documents at his desk.

Chengxuan stood by and gently ground ink for him.

"Prince, it's time to rest." Cheng Xuan looked at the fatigue between Lin Zhen's brows and couldn't help but persuade him softly.

"Yeah." Lin Zhen put down the red pen and rubbed his eyebrows.

Although today's thundering measures shocked the chiefs, the subsequent resettlement, clearance, and governance were complicated and exhausted him.

"Knock knock knock!" There was a slight knock on the door.

"Come in."

Xiao Hanzhou pushed the door open and walked in, his face solemn, holding an unsigned secret letter in his hand. "Master, there's a secret report!"

"speak."

"Madam Zhang Li's shopkeeper sent a secret letter from Nanchu!" Xiao Hanzhou lowered his voice, "Gu Beichen is making unusual moves!"

Lin Zhen's eyes instantly became as sharp as a knife!

"According to a secret report from a Night Owl lurking in Jinling: Gu Beichen secretly met with a group of envoys from the Western Regions half a month ago. The envoys' identities are mysterious, and they are suspected to be related to Zoroastrianism! The content of the secret meeting is unknown, but afterward, Gu Beichen mobilized a large number of craftsmen and supplies and secretly sent them to their lair, Black Water Marsh. At the same time, within the territory of Southern Chu, several batches of military supplies such as refined iron, sulfur, and saltpeter have recently been secretly transported to Northern Yan under the guise of caravans. The routes are secretive, and it seems that there is an insider's support."

"Western Regions? Zoroastrianism? Black Water Marsh?" Lin Zhen frowned, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. "Refined iron, sulfur, and saltpeter are being shipped to Northern Yan."

A cold light flashed in his eyes. "Investigate, find out for me the final destination of this batch of supplies and who the contact person is. Gu Beichen... I haven't seen you for a few years, and you've finally made some moves."

"Yes! Disciple has ordered Night Owl to track him down with all his might!" Xiao Hanzhou replied, and then added,

"Also, when we were cleaning out Helian Tieshu's secret room in Blackstone Castle, we found a secret letter that hadn't been destroyed. The letter was written in Northern Yan cipher code, and we've already deciphered it!"

He presented another piece of paper.

Lin Zhen took it and glanced at it. The content of the letter was simple: "Brother Tieshu: I have received the goods, they are very good. The wind is strong in Beiyan, take care. I am waiting for the price to be sold, and I await good news. I am not going to name you."

"Are you not famous?" Lin Zhen's eyes flashed with coldness.

He was so familiar with this handwriting and this tone.

It was Gu Beichen's work.

"The goods have been received? What goods? When did you receive them? Where did they come from?!"

"It happened about half a month ago. The source hasn't been identified yet, but combined with Nan Chu's secret report..."

Xiao Hanzhou's voice was heavy. "I'm afraid Gu Beichen has already extended his tentacles into Northern Yan. Helian Tieshu might just be one of his many pawns! Even behind those eight chiefs who made excuses..."

Lin Zhen suddenly clenched the secret letter in his hand! The paper instantly turned into powder in his palm!

"Gu Beichen... Oh, you're really brave." His eyes burned with cold anger, "It seems Beiyan's thunder is far from over!"

......

The biting north wind, like billions of hungry beasts from the Arctic ice field, brought with it the biting cold, snow foam as fine as salt grains, and dust as coarse as sandpaper, raging and roaring wildly on the vast Beiyan snowfield!

The wind was howling, sometimes like the howling of thousands of ghosts, sometimes like the grinding of teeth of a giant beast, tearing away the last bit of warmth between heaven and earth.

The sky was a heavy lead gray, and the thick, low-hanging clouds were like solidified lead blocks, pressing down heavily on the earth. There was not a trace of sunlight, only endless, suffocating haze.

However, in this dead and silent wasteland, three torrents formed by steel, anger and the will to revenge, like three sharp arrows, tore through the wind and snow and shot towards the core pastures of the White Deer Tribe, the Goshawk Tribe and the Fire Fox Tribe respectively!

Lin Zhen personally led a large army, heading straight for Baishuichuan, the core pasture of the Bailu tribe, located at the southern foot of Yinshan Mountain, where there was the most abundant water and grass.

He did not ride in a carriage, but wore a dark dragon scale armor and a scarlet cloak, and rode at the front of the army.

His eyes were like lightning, piercing through the dense wind and snow, looking straight ahead.

Beneath the black mask, only his stern lips and jaw were revealed, emitting a heart-pounding majesty and solemnity.

Behind him, five hundred Jinwu Guards heavy armored cavalrymen were like a silent steel barrier, three hundred Shenji Camp musketeers were in neat formation, and one thousand elite Northern Border Army soldiers were like tigers released from the cage, full of murderous intent.

A large black banner with a coiled dragon pattern fluttered in the strong wind, with a huge word "林" (Forest) written on it.

"Report—" A Jinwu Guard scout came galloping over in the wind and snow, dismounted, knelt on one knee, and his voice was hoarse with the wind and snow.

"Your Highness, we are thirty miles ahead, with the Baishui River in sight. The Bailu tribe is completely defenseless, with cattle and sheep scattered across the pastures, and smoke rising from their yurts. The royal tent of Baiyin Cangcuo...is located on the high ground at the river bend, and the security is lax."

"Defenseless?" Lin Zhen raised his lips in a cold arc, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"What a sudden illness! What a coma! Order the entire army to accelerate. The Divine Machine Battalion will advance and surround the king's tent. The Golden Guards will follow me to attack the center. The border troops will flank and seal all exits. Not a single sheep will be allowed to escape."

"Yes!" The order came like a gust of wind.

The army sped up instantly. The heavy sounds of horse hooves, footsteps, and armor colliding merged into a deafening wave of sound, like a flood bursting through a dam, sweeping towards Baishuichuan.

The scene at Baishuichuan was exactly as the scouts had described.

The vast grassland was covered with thick snow, and the sparse dry grass swayed in the cold wind.

Herds of cattle and sheep are like scattered pearls, leisurely grazing on the grass roots under the snow under the drive of their shepherds.

White yurts of all sizes are dotted like mushrooms on both sides of the river bend, with curls of smoke rising from the sky, creating a peaceful and harmonious scene.

Baiyin Cangcuo's huge and gorgeous royal tent, decorated with white deer antlers and colorful tassels, stood on the high ground of the river bend like a crane among chickens. There were very few guards around it, and it was obviously not on guard.

"Shenji Camp, form a battle array and blockade the king's tent." Cheng Xuan's clear voice rang out, and the command flag was waved.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang--!!" The musketeers of the Shenji Camp quickly formed a formation and fired in three rounds.

Dense lead bullets rained down like a rainstorm on the guards around the royal tent and the herdsmen warriors who were trying to gather.

"Puff puff puff--" Caught off guard, the guards and herdsmen fell down like grass being cut. The screams and exclamations instantly broke the tranquility of the grassland!

"The Jinwu Guards charge, target the king's tent, and capture Baiyin Cangcuo alive." Lin Zhen drew his long sword, and the blade pointed directly at the high ground.

"kill--"

Mao Mengji let out a roar like a ghost and took the lead. Five hundred Jinwuwei heavily armored cavalrymen started in an instant like a black steel torrent. The heavy hooves of the horses crushed the snow, raising snow foam all over the sky, and crushed towards the king's tent like a landslide and tsunami.

"Border troops, surround them from both wings and kill!" the border army general roared.

"Kill!" A thousand northern border troops, like tigers released from a cage, brandished their weapons, surrounded the tribal camp from both sides, and clamped down on it like a giant pair of pliers.