On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The entire Baishuichuan was instantly plunged into chaos and bloodshed. The cattle and sheep were frightened and scattered, the herdsmen cried and fled, and the hastily assembled tribal warriors were as vulnerable as paper in the face of the hail of bullets from the Shenjiying and the iron hooves of the Jinwu Guards.

Screams, the sound of weapons clashing, the neighing of war horses, and the sound of houses collapsing were intertwined together, flames shot up into the sky, thick smoke billowed, and blood dyed the white snow red.

Lin Zhen rode his horse up to the high ground, and the Jinwu Guards cleared out the sporadic resistance outside the royal tent as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

He reined in his warhorse and looked at the huge royal tent in front of him.

The curtain was suddenly lifted, and a middle-aged man wearing a gorgeous white deerskin robe, with a fat body, a face as pale as paper, and trembling all over, staggered out, surrounded by several equally terrified guards.

It was the chief of the Bailu tribe - Baiyin Cangcuo.

"Mercy...Mercy, Your Highness, please spare my life!" Baiyin Cangcuo was so frightened when he saw Lin Zhen standing on his horse like a demon.

He fell to his knees with a plop, tears streaming down his face, and kowtowed desperately, "I...I know I was wrong. I deserve to die. I deserve to die. I beg Your Highness to have mercy on me and spare my life, and the lives of my people!"

"You know you're wrong?" Lin Zhen's voice was as cold as ice from a thousand years ago. "It's too late."

He swung his long sword.

"Puff," a cold light flashed, and Baiyin Cangcuo's fat head soared into the sky. Blood gushed out from the broken neck like a fountain. The headless body shook a few times and fell heavily on the snow. The blood instantly dyed a large area of ​​snow red.

"Chief!!" The guards screamed in fear and despair.

"Kill them all, leave no one alive." Lin Zhen's voice was cold and ruthless.

The Jinwu Guards were like tigers among a flock of sheep, instantly knocking down several guards. Blood flowed like a river inside and outside the royal tent.

Almost at the same time, news of the destruction of the Goshawk Tribe and the Firefox Tribe also arrived via express mail.

Mao Mengji led his army to raid Yingchoujian of the Goshawk tribe, but encountered weak resistance. Chief Bater fell off his horse and broke his leg. He was carried on horseback by his confidants and tried to escape. However, Mao Mengji shot him through the heart with an arrow, beheaded him and displayed his head to the public. The main force of the tribe was defeated.

General Li of the border army invaded the Chiyan Valley of the Fire Fox Tribe. The chief, Chinamu, was in mourning and had no time to put on armor. He led his personal guards to resist stubbornly, but was shot to death by arrows. Most of his tribesmen surrendered.

The chiefs of the three tribes were all killed, and the main forces of the three tribes collapsed. Like three ripe rotten fruits, they were instantly crushed to pieces under Lin Zhen's thundering iron fist.

......

Three days later, at the gate of Yanjing City, next to the iron spear that originally held Helian Tieshu's head, three more iron spears of the same thickness were added.

On the tip of the spear, the three bloody heads of Baiyin Cangcuo, Bater and Chi were raised high, and together with the angry head of Helian Tieshu, they swayed slightly in the biting cold wind.

The solidified blood, the distorted face, the empty eyes... formed a creepy and terrifying scene.

The strong smell of blood and death filled the air above the city gate, like a tangible dark cloud, suffocating everyone entering and leaving the city gate. The silent intimidation was more shocking than any words.

Inside the main hall of the headquarters, the atmosphere was even more solemn and murderous than that at the city gate.

Lin Zhen sat in the main seat, his face as gloomy as water.

Xiao Hanzhou, Mao Mengji and Cheng Xuan stood on both sides.

In the center of the hall, several captives were kneeling with their hands tied behind their backs, wearing tattered clothes and covered in scars.

They were captured by Mao Mengji in a secret valley when he was clearing out the remnants of the Goshawk Tribe.

These people are not warriors of the Goshawk Tribe, but outsiders with mysterious whereabouts, wearing strange black robes and wearing fire emblems!

"Tell me, who are you? Why are you hiding in the Goshawk Tribe? What is your relationship with Bater?!"

Mao Mengji held a gleaming dagger in his skinny fingers and waved it in front of the captive. His voice was hoarse and cold, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

The captives' eyes flickered, and with a fanatical, almost insane stubbornness, they bit their lips tightly and said nothing.

"Hmph! Your bones are pretty tough!" A fierce light flashed in Mao Mengji's eyes, and the dagger suddenly stabbed into the thigh of a prisoner.

"Ah--" the prisoner let out a shrill scream and blood gushed out instantly.

"Speak! Otherwise... I'll let you taste the pain of slow slicing!" Mao Mengji's voice sounded like it came from the Netherworld.

The prisoner was twitching in pain, his face pale, but he still gritted his teeth tightly, with a crazy glint in his eyes.

"General Mao, wait a minute." Lin Zhen spoke slowly, his voice calm. He walked down the steps and came to the injured prisoner. He squatted down, his gaze like a cold probe, piercing deep into the other's pupils.

"Zoroastrianism?" He uttered the three words slowly. His voice was not loud, but it sounded like thunder in the prisoner's ears.

The prisoner's body stiffened suddenly, and a trace of undisguised horror flashed in his eyes.

"It seems... I guessed right." Lin Zhen's lips curled up in a cold arc. "Gu Beichen sent you here? What does he want to do in Beiyan?"

The prisoner's eyes were filled with even greater fear, his lips trembled, but he still refused to speak.

"You won't tell me?" Lin Zhen stood up, his voice turning cold. "Mao Mengji, drag him away, gouge out his eyes, cut out his tongue, break off his limbs, and hang him on the city gate. Let him watch as he bleeds to death."

"Yes!" Mao Mengji grinned and grabbed the prisoner!

"No! No! I'll tell you! I'll tell you!" The captive finally collapsed! The fear of death overwhelmed his fanatical faith!

He howled like a pig being slaughtered, "It's... it's the Holy Church, the Fire Worship Holy Church. Lord Gu Beichen sent us here. There's... there's..." in the Broken Soul Valley deep in the Yin Mountains.

"What's the matter?!" Lin Zhen asked sternly!

"There is... there is a Burning Heaven Furnace!" The captive's voice trembled with fear. "The Holy Church... the Holy Church's holy place. Lord Gu asked us to help Bater guard it and refine... refine the Burning Heaven Fire!"

"Heaven-Burning Furnace? Heaven-Burning Fire?" Lin Zhen frowned, "What is that thing?!"

"It's... a divine fire!" A hint of fanaticism flashed in the captive's eyes again. "It can... it can burn everything! Steel, rock, flesh and blood, it can all be reduced to ashes. Lord Gu said that it is a power bestowed by the Holy Church, it is... it is the master of future wars!"

After all this time, Gu Beichen actually joined Zoroastrianism?

This thing was completely eliminated in Daqian, but unexpectedly it resurfaced in Beiyan and Nanchu.

Well, since they have appeared, let’s continue the massacre.

Anyone who is a Zoroastrian will be killed.

"Refining method?!" Lin Zhen asked.

“No… I don’t know! Only the elders of the Holy Church and the envoys sent by Lord Gu know. We… we are only responsible for guarding and transporting the ore…” The prisoner’s voice became lower and lower, full of fear.

"Ore? What ore?"

"A kind of black stone, very heavy... very hard... burns very hot..." the prisoner babbled incoherently.

"Coal mine?!" Lin Zhen's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he instantly thought of the open-pit coal mine that Chu Xiling discovered in Black Stone Mountain.

"The exact location of the Valley of Broken Souls?!"

"In the deep valley a hundred miles northwest of Yingchoujian... it is heavily guarded... and there are also guardians of the Holy Church..." After the prisoner said this, he collapsed to the ground as if he had collapsed.

"Heaven-Burning Furnace...Heaven-Burning Fire...Coal Mine..." A cold light flashed in Lin Zhen's eyes, and a storm surged in his heart.

Gu Beichen, the Zoroastrianism, they actually secretly built such a terrifying weapons workshop in the heart of Beiyan.

Utilize the rich coal resources of Beiyan to refine the Burning Heaven Fire that can burn everything.

That's not right. No matter how powerful the Burning Sky Fire is, can it be as powerful as the miniature sun of later generations? It's just that the forged iron is harder, and it can't compare to my flintlock rifle.

Now that you know, kill him and don't give him a chance.

"Mao Mengji!" Lin Zhen turned around suddenly, and his voice was like the clanging of metal.

"The general is here!"

"Immediately mobilize the troops. Draw the most elite soldiers of the Jinwu Guard, all the musketeers of the Shenji Camp, and the elite troops of the northern border army skilled in mountain warfare to form the Bandit-Suppressing Camp. You will be in charge."

"Yes!"

"Xiao Hanzhou!"

"The disciple is here!"

"A pigeon was sent to Chu Xiling, ordering her to lead the Ministry of Industry's elite experts in mining, firearms, and chemistry, and to bring all the survey equipment with her. We must travel day and night to the Valley of Broken Souls."

"Yes!"

"Cheng Xuan!"

"exist!"

"Order all troops to enter level one combat readiness. Block all roads leading deep into the Yin Mountains. Strictly investigate all suspicious individuals. Anyone bearing the Zoroastrian emblem will be executed without mercy."

"Yes!"

"Send a message to the chiefs of each tribe!" Lin Zhen's voice suddenly rose, carrying an unquestionable majesty. "Order them to immediately dispatch their most elite warriors, led by the chiefs themselves, to assemble in Yanjing within three days. They will follow this prince into the Broken Soul Valley and destroy the Burning Heaven Furnace. Any delay... will be considered treason, and the entire clan will be exterminated!"

"Yes!" Everyone responded loudly, and the hall was filled with murderous aura.

Lin Zhen strode out of the hall and cast his gaze towards the northwest, where the Yinshan Mountains were rolling and undulating, lying dormant in the wind and snow like a giant dragon!

The cold wind blew up his scarlet cloak, making a rustling sound!

His eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if they could penetrate the mountains and see the terrifying furnace hidden in the valley!

"Gu Beichen..." Lin Zhen's voice was low and cold, as if it came from the abyss of the underworld. "You want to play with fire? This prince will let you burn yourself! Humph! The Burning Heaven Furnace? This prince will turn it into your corpse crematorium!"