The sky was gloomy and it was already evening. The setting sun dyed half the sky red.
"Young Marshal, there's a man called Qiu Sheng outside the door who wants to see you.”
Qiusheng?
Yan Poyue was a little surprised. What was Qiu Sheng doing in the marshal's manor at this time? Could it be that something happened to Ninth Uncle?
Thinking of this, Yan Poyue ordered,"Let him in."”
A moment later, Qiu Sheng came over under the lead of the guards. It was a hot summer day, and Qiu Sheng looked anxious and sweaty.
"Qiusheng, why are you here?" "But Ninth Uncle needs my help?" Yan Poyue asked.”
"Not bad, not bad." Qiu Sheng nodded quickly and hurriedly took out a letter from his pocket.""This is the letter that Master asked me to pass to you. Please read it personally, Major!”
Yan Poyue opened the envelope and read it. His brows slowly furrowed.
Ninth Uncle's handwriting was wild and sloppy. It was obvious that he was very anxious. There were only a few words in the letter, but it explained the matter clearly.
It turned out that in the first generation of Sand City's Dao Zhu Mountain, a group of bandits who knew evil techniques had appeared. These mounted gangsters were invulnerable to swords and spears, and they burned, killed, and looted everywhere.
Recently, the Horse Gang had gone down the mountain to rob and kidnapped many innocent girls. Ninth Uncle had also gone to help subdue the Horse Gang, but he never expected that there would be so many Horse Gang who knew evil techniques. It would be difficult for Ninth Uncle to deal with them alone.
Therefore, Ninth Uncle had asked Qiusheng to come over overnight to seek help.
After reading the letter, Yan Poyue looked at the guard beside him and asked,""Whose territory is Sand City?"
Yan Poyue had transmigrated not long ago and had always been obsessed with demons and ghosts. He did not know who the people who occupied Sand City were.
However, now that the warlords were divided, Xiangtan was occupied by the Yan family's army. In the Sand City next to them, there must be other people's armies.
The guard nodded." Young Marshal, the one who occupied Sand City is Zhang Qishan. People in the underworld call him Lord Zeng." When the marshal was alive, Zhang Qishan had always been on good terms with us.”
Zhang Qishan…
Yan Poyue's heart skipped a beat. This name was very familiar to him.
Could it be Lord Zhang of the Nine Old Gates?
Yes…
Zhang Qishan of the Old Nine Factions occupied Sand City. However, Yan Poyue did not expect Zhang Qishan to appear here.
It seemed that this world did not simply accommodate the zombie world.
"Qiusheng, let's go. We'll set off now."”
Since there was a chance to earn merit, even if Sand City was Zhang Qishan's territory, Yan Poyue would not let it go.
Qiu Sheng was delighted. Master wants me to borrow troops from you!”
"Your master is indeed looking for me to borrow soldiers, but they are not ordinary soldiers!" Yan Poyue smiled faintly.”
Qiu Sheng slapped his head and grinned.""I was stupid. Young Marshal, let's go now!”
Daozhu Mountain was in the north of Xiangtan, not too close to the county. Yan Poyue and Qiu Sheng rode out of the city. When there was no one in the suburbs, they summoned the ghost soldiers to carry the palanquin.
As the moon rose, the two ghost palanquins shuttled through the wilderness. In about half an hour, they arrived at the foot of the Dao Pearl Mountain.
However, when he arrived, Yan Poyue realized that there was a large army stationed in the mountain village at the foot of the mountain.
Yan Poyue put away the ghostly puppets and walked a few steps forward. When the guards stationed there saw them, they did not make things difficult for them. When they heard that Qiusheng was Ninth Uncle's disciple, they quickly brought them in.
"Where did all these soldiers come from?" Qiu Sheng was stunned. It wasn't there when I went to get help.”
Yan Poyue twirled the jade ring in his hand and sneered,""It seems that the horse bandits have caused a huge commotion. It should be Zhang Qishan who sent people here.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the short hut in front of him opened, and two figures walked out.
One of them was tall and slender. He was wearing a military uniform and had a determined expression. His eyes had a hint of malice.
Yan Poyue recognized him at a glance. This was Zhang Qishan, exactly the same as on TV.
The person beside Zhang Qishan was Ninth Uncle.
While Yan Poyue was sizing up Zhang Qishan, Zhang Qishan was also sizing up Yan Poyue.
When Yan Shan was still alive, Zhang Qishan had a good relationship with the Yan Family Army. The two families had some dealings, but Zhang Qishan had never met Yan Poyue.
He only knew that Yan Poyue was about sixteen or seventeen years old.
Zhang Qishan guessed that Yan Poyue, who was sixteen or seventeen years old and had studied abroad, should not have suffered much. He was probably a weak gigolo.
However, when he saw Yan Poyue today, he realized that he was wrong.
Although the young man stood in front of them without moving, his body exuded an intimidating aura. His narrow eyes were as cold as frost, like a sharp blade that had been unsheathed.
Indeed, like father, like son.
In his thoughts, he had already walked close.
Zhang Qishan cupped his hands and bowed."Sir, you must be Marshal Yan Poyue of Xiangtan, right? I am Zhang Qishan."
"I'm Yan Poyue."”
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