"This is true?"

Gao Tai was surprised and disbelief. Then he thought of Jia Lan's courage and felt that it was very possible. But in an instant he thought that Jia Lan was just a garrison soldier, so how could he have such ability? The next moment he thought of the respect of the two garrison masters of Tianma Shu, as well as the mysterious wolf-headed protective gear, and the intimate relationship between the fire fox and Jia Lan, known as the Western Land thief. What happened in the past few days quickly passed through Gao Tai's mind, making him suddenly realize that the Tulunchuan garrison soldier in front of him was not only invincible, but also hidden countless secrets behind him, and these secrets may be the key to helping him escape from the Western Regions.

Xie Qing and Qiao Er could not suppress the ecstasy in their hearts. Although they had doubts, returning to Hebei was the only idea that supported them to survive. Now the dream is expected to become a reality. The sudden huge joy hit their hearts violently, making them almost suffocate. At this moment, they just want to go home, and for this, they are willing to pay any price.

Fang Xiaoer was very simple. He worshiped Galan, just like those Lites, treating Galan as an omnipotent god. Now he wants to go home, so he asks Galan for help, just like praying to God. Galan did not disappoint him, and immediately gave him a hope.

"Will the general help us escape back to Hebei?" Fang Xiaoer suspected that she had heard it wrong and asked excitedly.

"It's a matter here, I'm going to Chang'an to kill some people."

Galan's tone was plain, but his cold murderous aura was like the cold wind on the autumn night in the desert, which penetrated into the hearts of Gao Tai and others bit by bit, making their boiling blood suddenly cold, and the suffocation became stronger and stronger. Such a strong man ran to Chang'an to kill people, and there were some people. What story was hidden in it? How deep is it hatred?

"The journey to Chang'an is long and takes a long time. Some changes may occur along the way. I am not sure that I can arrive in Chang'an in early spring." Jialan's expression was calm, as if he was telling something that had nothing to do with him. "If time was delayed for too long, those people would not be in Chang'an, but in Hebei. But no matter whether I kill people in Chang'an or in Hebei, I need your help."

Jialan pointed to himself, "I am from the northwest, and my brothers are from the northwest. Whether a group of Northwest people appear in Chang'an or Hebei, they will attract others' attention." Jialan pointed his hand at Gao Tai and others again, "And you are native Hebei people. Whether in Chang'an or Hebei, you will not attract more attention from others. This is where I need you. There are many things I cannot do, you can help me do."

Galan's eyes slowly swept across the faces of the four people, "If you are willing to help me, I will take you back to Middle Earth."

"I'm willing, I'm willing to do anything for you." Fang Xiaoer shouted without hesitation.

"If it weren't for you, we would have died in Tianmashu." Gao Tai did not hesitate and immediately made a promise, "Our life belongs to you. We will give it to you whenever you want it."

"I don't want your life." Jialan said with a smile on his face, "I just hope you cherish your life. When it's late at night, I also hope you can think about how to save more people's lives, rather than being used by some people with ulterior motives for the sake of so-called morality, and as a result, they will suffer the consequences of the world and kill millions of innocent people, which is contrary to the original intention of rising up."

The four of them agreed repeatedly, but Galan could see that they did not understand their words. For a long time in the future, they might not understand what their words mean.

Jialan picked up the wooden cup and said with a smile, "Walking out of Tulunchuan, we can see the dawn of hope. Come and drink, I wish you safely return home."

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The four of them calmed down and each had their own ideas for Galan's promise.

This matter is very difficult. If people in Hebei want to go home, they first need to change their identity and change from prisoners to garrison soldiers. The Tianma garrison leader Zhong Buyi has made a promise, and it is only a matter of time before the change of identity is a matter of time. Secondly, if the garrison soldiers in the northwest want to leave the garrison and go to Chang'an, Kyoto, it is difficult to ascend to the sky. Even though Jia Lan has considerable strength, Jia Lan is a garrison soldiers rather than the commander of the Guard Palace. It may be possible for him to leave the Western Land alone, but it is unimaginable to take a group of people away.

The most realistic question at present is, if everyone returns to Chinatown together, what is the reason? What method should we use? The journey to Chang'an is long and expensive, so where does the money come from?

Jialan no longer talked about this matter in depth and took the initiative to ask about some things about Hebei heroes.

Gao Tai spoke cautiously, avoiding the real and taking advantage of the false, and kept a certain guard against Jialan. Xie Qing was straightforward and full of complaints, and even cursed when he spoke of the resentment. Fang Xiaoer seemed very childish, just thinking about going home, thinking about returning to Hebei to follow the rebel army to rob the rich and help the poor, and to get revenge. Qiao Er was taciturn and only cared about eating meat and drinking. It was rare to say a few words. Even if he said that, because his Hebei accent was too heavy, Jialan sounded very difficult.

It is difficult for Hebei people to get along with the Western people, and their language is not in communication, and communication difficulties are important reasons. Ghana grew up in Dunhuang since he was a child. After joining the army, he has undergone special training and can speak Sanskrit, Turks, Lite and Tuyuhun, etc. This is a necessary condition for secret soldiers to survive in the Western Land. However, because of the long-term travel between the East and the West, and making a living on the Silk Road, Lite and other local languages, he needs to learn multi-ethnic languages, otherwise it will be difficult to survive. Hebei prisoners first arrived in the Western Land, and were not accepted by the Great Sui garrison soldiers, and it was difficult to integrate into the Western Land. The living environment was extremely harsh. Of course, they wanted to go home, and even if there was a glimmer of hope, they would never let it go.

By the middle of the night, the four of them had enough wine and had enough meat to leave. The relationship with Galan was closer, and they also had hope of going home. They were in a happy mood. At this moment, they looked up at the crescent moon in the sky and felt very friendly, and the shiny stars seemed to be guiding them home.

"Can we really go home?" Fang Xiaoer said the same sentence repeatedly. If it weren't for the bloated belly and the smell of wine in his mouth, he even suspected that he was in a dream.

"We have the life to return to Middle Earth, but we may not have the life to return home." Gao Tai's voice was low and heavy, and he was full of worries. In his opinion, Galan was very mysterious, like a wolf hiding in the dark, with only a pair of murderous eyes. "Once we are dragged into the darkness by him, I'm afraid the corpse will not exist."

"What's the difference between this for us?" Xie Qingman said indifferently, "We have already entered hell. Even if the corpse is not present, we are just going to hell again."

"Brothers, I've tried my best this time!" Qiao Er's voice was cold and determined, "Can you fight out of hell? Let's fight here!"

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Jialan stood outside the tent with his hands behind his back, looking at the backs of the four of them leaving each other, and a deep thought appeared on his handsome face.

Brother Ji thought things simple. He did not realize that Middle Earth was about to be in chaos and the Sui Dynasty was about to collapse. The key was the target to be killed on this trip. The difficulty of killing this target was more than imagined. Unfortunately, Brother Ji did not realize the seriousness of the problem.

Jialan was considering whether to go to the west to discuss with him carefully. Suddenly, a cold wind blew up, which penetrated his heart, making him involuntarily fight. Then a heart-wrenching pain spread rapidly from his vest. Jialan couldn't help but moan, and his tall body shook gently.

The injury was serious. On that day, he blocked Achaelu in Qiemo City, and he was hit hard on his back and even his armor was concave. However, the situation was critical and he persisted until Ziyuntian. When he arrived in Ziyuntian, he fought again, and then he treated the injured. He rushed for another day and night, and did not rest from beginning to end. He only took a few pills of injury medicine to barely relieve the pain. Tonight, he drank wine again. Although the wine activated blood circulation, it was not good for internal injuries, which caused the forced suppression of the injury to finally erupted.

Galan slowly walked into the tent, every step was as heavy as a pound, and every step made the pain even more severe. As the pain in the head suddenly worsened, Venus was flying in front of her, and she was dizzy. The disease came like a mountain. Even though Galan was strong, she couldn't even take steps at this moment.

Galan bent down and held the vine basket, reached out to take out a rosewood box from the basket. When he stood up straight and wanted to open the box, an amazing feeling of pain rushed straight to his forehead. Then his eyes turned black and he suddenly lost consciousness. His tall body fell to the ground. The rosewood box fell to the ground and cracked, and a green jade gourd rolled out from it.

The moment he fell to the ground, Galan recovered a little of his mind and tried his best to grab the jade gourd, but his five open fingers suddenly stopped as soon as they touched the gourd and completely fainted.

Blizzard rushed forward with a roar of thunder and collided with Galan with his big head. Seeing that Galan had no response, Blizzard became anxious and roared repeatedly.

Xueer was frightened, and a hint of panic appeared in her dull eyes. Suddenly she ran to Galan, shook Galan with her small hands, and shouted softly, "Mom...Mom..." Galan had no response, and her face turned pale as paper.

Xueer stayed for a moment, as if she was thinking of something, and looked up and pointed outside the tent, "Mom...Mom..."

Blizzard looked at the curtain along her hand, and suddenly let out a low roar and shot out like lightning.

In the dark night, a slender figure was staggering. Suddenly, a white light flashed in front of him, and a cold wind blew. A big furry head broke out from the darkness, and a pair of cold eyes were creepy. The slender figure screamed in fear, and the big water bag held in his hands fell to the ground.

The blizzard didn't sound, opened its mouth wide and flew up.

The slender figure turned around and ran away, panicking.

The blizzard was like a ghost, following closely behind, drawing white lights in the darkness. The white light chased the slender figure, hovering left and right, forcing the slender figure to run wildly in a certain direction.

There is a tent in front of it, with a half-removed curtain and a dim candlelight shining inside.

The slender figure rushed into the tent panting and was about to shout for help, but saw Jialan who fainted on the ground and Xueer who was lying beside him.

"Galan..." The slender figure exclaimed and rolled and rushed over.

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Chapter completed!