Chapter 269 Xijing General
"Boom!"

The heavy rain was getting heavier and heavier, thunder was rumbling in the sky, and undercurrents were surging on the ground.

As soon as General Xijing appeared, four Mongolian soldiers quickly walked out from behind him, jointly lifted a pure copper armchair, and carefully placed it behind him.

"Oh!"

The bronze chair fell to the ground with a thunderous sound, which penetrated the heavy rain, covered the strong wind, and went straight into people's hearts.

General Xijing treated the heroes of the Central Plains martial arts world as nothing, he was arrogant, looked straight ahead, and just leaned forward to sit down.

At the same time, two Mongolian soldiers quickly held up two large oil-paper umbrellas and, regardless of the fact that they were soaked by the rain, they shielded the air above the bronze chair from water.

Hundreds of Mongolian soldiers lined up in a goose-wing formation, standing on both sides of the general with swords drawn, looking solemn and majestic.

Under the suspicious gazes of the crowd, General Xijing slowly took off his hat, revealing a square face covered with flesh.

He was in his forties, with a shaggy hairstyle, dark skin, and a face full of pits, looking ferocious. He had eyes like a tiger's mouth, a hawk nose, and protruding ears. There was a terrifying three-inch scar from the center of his eyebrows to his left cheek, which was so shocking that one dared not look directly at it.

This person was none other than Sui Zuo, the General of Xijing under the command of the Mongol Khan.

Xijing Prefecture is different from Luoyang City. Xijing has a special status. It is located at the mouth of Mobei, a throat fortress, and a strategic location. Therefore, the status and power of Xijing generals are far beyond the reach of Luoyang generals.

General Luoyang focused more on "governing the city" than "commanding the troops" and strived for peace and stability.

The generals of Xijing were quite the opposite, with more focus on "commanding troops" than "governing the city". When transporting troops from north to south and from east to west, Xijing was a must-go place, and it was also the base camp for preparing for war.

Therefore, the former Luoyang General Wang Xutong had less than 2,000 soldiers under his command, while the Jingbei Camp of Xijing General Sui Zuo was garrisoned with a full 50,000 elite Mongolian soldiers.

Although both were "generals", the actual power of Wang Xutong and Sui Zuo was clearly distinguished.

Similarly, unlike Wang Xutong who was good at using political tactics, Sui Zuo was a real veteran of the battlefield, a brave general on the grassland who had achieved success at the cost of thousands of lives.

It was because Sui Zuo was used to seeing large-scale battles involving thousands of troops that he dared to lead only a few hundred people to break into Qin's residence today. In front of many notorious martial arts heroes, he acted calm and composed.

Sui Zuo's temperament was different from Wang Xutong's. He had no interest in martial arts sects. In addition, he was busy with military affairs all day and had no leisure time to take care of trivial matters.

Therefore, although the General's Mansion and the Hexi Qin Family are both located in the Hexi area, for many years the two sides have kept to themselves and have had no contact with each other, and they have lived in peace with each other.

Even Qin Ming rarely encounters a scene like today.

Sui Zuo's sudden appearance not only surprised the martial arts heroes, but also made Su He's eyes quickly filled with an indescribable solemnity.

"Brother Su, I haven't seen you for many years. How are you doing?"

To everyone's surprise, Sui Zuo's first words were not to state his purpose, but to greet Su He.

"General Sui?" Su He asked suspiciously, "What are you doing today..."

"I heard that there are Han people here who are detaining Mongolians and are preparing to abuse them for lynching. As the general of Xijing, how can I not come and find out what's going on?" Sui Zuo said with a faint smile.

After saying that, he cast a curious look at Long Yu and the others who were tied up, and a hint of anger flashed quietly in his cold eyes.

Before Sui Zuo could ask, Su He said, "General Sui, the ridge master already knows about today's incident. Please let me handle it. I dare not trouble you."

Su He was unwilling to let Sui Zuo intervene because he was worried that his appearance would not only fail to resolve the feud between Song and Mongolia, but would instead arouse hatred of the Mongols by various factions in the Central Plains.

After all, the ultimate goal of the Lord of Red Wind Ridge is to make the Central Plains martial arts world submit, not to be their enemy, let alone force them to be irreconcilable with the Mongols.

Considering the overall situation, Su He must not let Sui Zuo "mean well but end up doing something bad".

After all, the task of persuading the Central Plains martial arts world to surrender was a task assigned by the Mongolian Khan to Yan Wuji, the leader of Chifeng Ridge. As an outsider, Sui Zuo could easily end up making things worse if he didn't know the truth.

Hearing this, Sui Zuo did not get angry but laughed. He looked around and said quietly, "There are thousands of Han people here, but you are alone. How can you save them?"

"I..." Su He was speechless when Sui Zuo questioned him.

"No problem!" Sui Zuo smiled calmly and said, "Although you and I are of different identities, we are brothers from the same clan after all. If you are in trouble today, I will definitely not ignore you."

After saying that, Sui Zuo suddenly cast a pair of sharp eyes towards Qin Ming and said in a deep voice: "Palace Master Qin, you'd better give me a satisfactory explanation."

"Who do you think you are?" Suddenly, a shout came from the crowd, "Today, the leaders of all martial arts sects are here. When will it be your turn to boss people around?"

"That's right, it's not the Tartars' turn to interfere in our Han affairs!"

"Don't think we're afraid of you just because you're a Mongolian general. Be careful or we'll make sure you never come back!"

"Get lost! The affairs of the underworld are the affairs of the underworld. It is not your turn to be so talkative as a lackey of the imperial court..."

Sui Zuo's arrogance and frivolity immediately aroused the unanimous anger of the martial arts heroes.

For a time, the heroes were so angry that they could not control themselves and started to challenge and curse at Sui Zuo. Some even spoke without restraint and used foul language, wishing they could curse all of his ancestors one by one.

"You are so bold and unruly! Are you guys going to rebel..." "Eh!" Before the soldiers could yell, Sui Zuo waved his hand nonchalantly and said jokingly, "Let them scold. These Han people have no other skills but their sharp tongues. If you don't let them talk, won't they be suffocated to death?"

"Ha ha……"

As soon as these words were spoken, the Mongolian soldiers burst into laughter.

"How shameless! I will kill you, the Tartar general!"

Suddenly, a loud shout came from the crowd. Then, a Kunlun sect disciple ignored Yin Baimei's shout, flew up, and rushed over with a sword.

"Boom!"

Faced with the sudden assassination, the Mongolian soldiers' faces changed drastically and they drew their swords one after another.

Sui Zuo sneered, turned his wrist, and the hat in his hand suddenly flew out and hit the Kunlun disciple who was walking in the air.

In mid-air, the Kunlun disciple's eyes became fierce, and he quickly raised his sword. With a light "swish" sound, the sword instantly split the hat into two, and flew out diagonally to the left and right along his body.

With one sword, the bamboo hat flew off, and the Kunlun disciple flew up and down like an eagle, flipping over and landing on the ground, his feet did not stop, leaving ripples on the rain-soaked ground. At the same time, his right arm suddenly swung forward, the sword pointed directly at Sui Zuo, and quickly approached.

"Don't even move!"

Facing the Kunlun disciples who came in the rain, Sui Zuo shouted softly and stopped the soldiers who were about to take action on the spot.

He sat firmly on the bronze chair, motionless, waiting for the sharp sword to come at any moment.

It happened in a flash. The Kunlun disciple arrived in the blink of an eye, and amid the exclamations of the crowd, the tip of the sword pierced Sui Zuo's forehead.

In an instant, Sui Zuo moved against the wind. He stretched out two fingers with lightning speed and accurately clamped the whistling sword between his fingers. No matter how hard the Kunlun disciples tried, the sword seemed to grow between Sui Zuo's fingers and never moved.

"hiss!"

This scene not only shocked the Kunlun disciples, but also surprised the others in the field. They thought Sui Zuo was just a reckless man, but they didn't expect him to be an absolute master.

"Tsk tsk tsk! Boy, is that all the strength you have? Your sword is so weak, not even as good as a woman's." Sui Zuo looked at the Kunlun disciples who were full of horror and asked with a smile.

"you……"

"Humph!"

Without waiting for the Kunlun disciple to answer in panic, Sui Zuo suddenly turned his two fingers. The Kunlun disciple suddenly felt a pain in the palm of his hand, and then his five fingers loosened. In a flash, his sword was taken away by Sui Zuo.

"Crack!"

In a moment, Sui Zuo stretched out his left hand and flicked his fingers on the sword. The sword forged from pure steel broke into several pieces.

At the same time, Sui Zuo flipped his right hand and waved his palm lightly. Several broken swords shot out instantly and attacked the Kunlun disciples who were caught off guard.

The panicked Kunlun disciples were now pale with fear. They watched helplessly as the silver swords shattered within reach, but they had no way to avoid them and could only wait in despair for the pain of "ten thousand swords piercing their hearts".

"careful!"

At the critical moment, Liu Xunyi shouted suddenly, and his body was as fast as lightning. He rushed to the side of Kunlun disciples in an instant, and danced out more than ten sword flowers in a row, knocking all the silver light to the ground.

However, at the same time when Liu Xunyi tried to rescue people, dozens of Mongolian soldiers quickly stood in front of Sui Zuo and protected him to prevent Liu Xunyi from launching a sneak attack.

However, at this time, Liu Xunyi only wanted to save people and had no intention of attacking Sui Zuo.

At the same time, many of the martial arts heroes had drawn their weapons, ready to fight the Mongols to the death, but were stopped by Luo Tianjin and Jin Fu Yu, who signaled everyone to wait and see.

"Get out!"

Suddenly, Sui Zuo's cold voice sounded behind the soldiers. When the guards dispersed, his fierce eyes were fixed on Liu Xunyi.

The two were far apart, and through the rain, they looked at each other, without any kindness towards each other.

Su He was worried when he saw the two sides were on the verge of a fight. He quickly stood between Liu Xunyi and Sui Zuo and mediated: "It's just a misunderstanding! Please be patient!"

"If it happens again, you won't even have a chance to explain!" Sui Zuo said dimly.

Hearing this, the martial arts heroes felt even more humiliated, and glared at Sui Zuo. Some of them even had hot tempers, and could no longer hold back their anger, ready to make a move.

"General Sui, it seems that the people we arrested are not officials appointed by the court." Qin Ming said in a deep voice, "This matter has nothing to do with the Mongolian court. Why do you have to wade into this muddy water?"

"If the Han people rebel, this general cannot just ignore it!"

Sui Zuo slowly moved his eyes away from Liu Xunyi, then looked around with murderous intent, and said in a cold tone: "If you can't give me a satisfactory explanation, every Han Chinese present today will disappear forever. If you dare to kill a Mongolian, hundreds of thousands of Han Chinese in Xijing Prefecture will follow you tomorrow... and disappear forever."

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(End of this chapter)