Chapter 65: Butterfly Dance, Wind and Cloud (Part 1)

  Baoying Prefecture seemed to have fallen completely silent in an instant, all the sounds of slaughter and screams disappeared without a trace, and only the sound of horse hooves like spring thunder echoed through the vast sky. They shook the ground from afar, shaking the walls of the prefectural government office, and dust began to swirl again in the ruins after the fierce battle. Yang Suofeng stood in the center of the courtyard, holding a Tulpar rifle upside down, but his gaze was not on the gate outside, but on Su Xiangruo and others. However, Su Xiangruo did not notice his gaze, they were just joyfully expecting the arrival of reinforcements.

  The nightmare is finally over, and it's dawn again.

  However, the chaotic footsteps suddenly sounded in front, and Yang Suofeng hurriedly climbed up to the bell tower, only to see a large group of slaves retreating down the stone wall towards the west. The Imperial City warriors drew their bows and arrows, wanting to give them a fatal blow, but were calmly stopped by Yang Suofeng. Since these people are not attacking themselves, why bother to create more killing karma?

  However, what happened next left him stunned and unable to react for a moment. All he could hear was the continuous sound of bowstrings being drawn, wave after wave of arrows flying over the stone wall, bringing with them a bloody rain that fell on the ground, one after another, people fell under the stone wall, piling up with those slaves who had been killed earlier, blood staining the ground, they struggled in the pool of blood, wailing and screaming, the mournful cries echoing through the sky, making people nearby shiver.

  Yang Shuang's eyebrows furrowed, just as he was about to speak, but it was too late. He only saw that on the left side of the street, more than 20 Imperial soldiers suddenly appeared, holding eagle-shaped longbows and wearing uniform red Central Army uniforms. They were robust in build, agile in movement, with green waterproof cloaks draped over their shoulders, and wore eerie cyan masks on their faces, revealing only two cold eyes that seemed particularly striking.

  Yang Ji's emotions couldn't help but let out a cold gasp, and he involuntarily shouted: "Qingyuan Feiying!"

  "What is this Green-faced Flying Eagle?"

  "They are all the most elite archers under Hu Die's command, personally trained by Yue Shen Zhou back in the day. Because they wear cyan masks on their foreheads and move as swiftly as flying eagles, they're called Cyan Feathered Eagles. After Yue Shen Zhou passed away, they followed Hu Die. They're all Hu Die's personal guards, moving together with her wherever she goes. Their appearance here means that Hu Die can't be far behind."

  Yang Shuangfen nodded, indicating understanding.

  But suddenly, the atmosphere around became extremely abnormal, and only a slow and clear voice was heard shouting: "Slaves hiding in the prefecture's mansion, immediately put down your weapons, clasp your hands behind your head, and kneel on the ground! Otherwise, kill without mercy!"

  Yang Suofeng was shocked and quickly looked down, only to see about thirty young flying eagles holding longbows and eagle horns outside the prefecture's gate, monitoring them from below. Although they were at a geographical disadvantage, they showed no fear. They wore light black armor that shone dazzlingly in the sunset. The leader of the flying eagles was a land army lieutenant, who had just shouted. His eyes stared steadily and coldly at the crowd. He wore a green face mask, so others couldn't see his expression, but they could feel the intense killing intent emanating from him.

  Yang Songfen hastily stood up, indicating that he was not an enemy. The eagle-angled longbow in the hand of the fruit firm school lieutenant immediately targeted him, but then there was a clear pause, and the eagle-angled longbow slightly moved away, but still did not leave his side. He cautiously and calmly said: "Navy Lieutenant General, we are officers and men of the 13th Division of the Central Army. According to the order of the division commander, General Fengwu, we are on a mission to quell the slave rebellion. Please show your credentials and sword! To avoid misunderstandings."

  Yang Shuangfeng did as he was told, throwing the sword and documents from the bell tower down, while signaling to Montieu and others to open the sealed gate. She Yan then gathered all the palace warriors in an empty space, arranging them neatly.

  More than 30 young Flying Eagle soldiers poured in. Seeing the situation inside, the determined Colonel was still a little skeptical, but he waved his hand and the soldiers behind him put down their eagle-shaped longbows and lowered their arrowheads. His suspicious gaze stared at Monty and others beside Yang Shuangfeng, and wandered back and forth on the bodies of those palace warriors who were still holding eagle-shaped longbows, seemingly still carrying deep caution.

  Yang Shuangfen was extremely unhappy, and as a naval lieutenant general, he was being interrogated like a thief by an army major. He couldn't help but say impatiently: "They are all my subordinates."

  "But they are all slaves."

  Yang Shuang said calmly: "Indeed, they are all slaves, but they are also my subordinates."

  That fruit firm school lieutenant whispered a few words to the person behind him, and that soldier quickly ran away. Without asking, it was natural to report to the superior leader. Yang Shuangfeng's heart moved slightly, and he smiled faintly, saying: "Is General Butterfly Dance also here?"

  That Gu Wei school lieutenant nodded and gave him a definite answer.

  Yang Shuangfeng couldn't help but ask, looking at the sunset disappearing behind the mountains: "Your actions are so swift! From your garrison in Qinghe Prefecture to here, you didn't even take an hour. Did you all come on foot or by horse?"

  That Guo Wei did not answer.

  Suddenly, the sound of horseshoes came from the street outside, and the soldiers in green cloaks cheered softly, then quickly exited the government office, lining up in two rows at the gate, respectfully making way for the middle road. They looked down at the ground, quietly waiting for someone's arrival. Their faces showed utmost loyalty, obviously the person coming was their most admired object.

  Yang Shuangfeng suddenly felt a heat in his head, Butterfly Dance!

  Never thought I'd run into her under such unexpected circumstances today!

  Just as Yang Xuanfeng was in a state of shock and doubt, he indeed heard a woman's voice outside say coldly: "A naval lieutenant general leading a group of slaves? What a fairy tale!" As the voice faded away, a lithe figure of a female soldier wearing light blue military uniform appeared at the inn entrance, holding a whip.

  Although they had heard about the beauty of Butterfly Dance from many legends, when they saw it with their own eyes, Yang Shuofeng's heart was still trembling and he almost didn't dare to look up at her. Monty and Dugor were also stunned, their souls lost, completely losing their tough guy nature. Only She Yan was relatively calm, but his gaze had also been attracted by her beauty.

  Dieyun, who had never put men in her eyes, was still a maiden, about 1.72 meters tall, taller than Yang Suofeng. Her skin was white and delicate, with black and shiny shoulder-length hair, and her full breasts and buttocks were wrapped in the uniform of a lieutenant general, curving and moving people. She had a majestic and beautiful appearance, with a silent dignity in her beauty. She was the kind of beauty that made people dare not profane, and no one would not be amazed by the beauty of this young female general: her face was like a bright moon, her skin was like frozen fat, and her eyes were like deep pools. Her slender eyebrows, clear and bright pupils, straight nose, tender and moist lips, and clean and fragrant cheeks were all perfectly combined on her pure and elegant yet majestic beauty, every move she made exuded an irresistible charm that made people admire the wonder of creation, and wonder how much effort it took to create such a beautiful woman. No wonder every year, her troops had a constant stream of new recruits, and many people would rather serve as ordinary soldiers in her troops than be transferred to other units as officers.

  Butterfly Dance seemed to have long been accustomed to the greedy gaze of men. Her sharp eyes flashed over those infatuated artillery officers, and then coldly swept across those calm and collected palace warriors, slowly falling on Montieu and Dugor, as if seeing something, lightly furrowing her beautiful eyebrows. Finally, her gaze fell on Yang Shuangfeng, but at a glance, she only saw Yang Shuangfeng walking around like in a dream, with saliva flowing down from the corner of his mouth without realizing it, which made Butterfly Dance involuntarily add a few points of disdain in her heart.

  "Are you Yang Suofeng, the naval lieutenant general? Who is this person next to you?" Die Fengwu gazed coldly at Yang Suofeng from a superior position, her dark-colored whip casually curled in her hand and intentionally tapping against the ground.

  "He is my subordinate..." Yang Shuangfeng finally didn't lose his composure too much, because his sensitive nose had been sneezing frantically. He quickly regained his senses and explained. However, for some reason, he always felt a little guilty in his heart. Biefengwu's gaze wasn't particularly sharp, but he still felt waves of coolness, as if this woman could unintentionally see through his thoughts.

  Butterfly Maple Dance slightly frowned, twisted the horse whip in her hand, and said half-believingly: "According to the Empire's law, slaves are not allowed to join the army. How can you possibly have a slave as your subordinate? Who is he exactly? And does he have anything to do with this slave riot?"

  Yang Su said calmly, "Butterfly Dance Shao Jiang, don't be so suspicious. I say they are my subordinates, that's what they are. They have nothing to do with this rebellion. We just fought a bloody battle against the rioting slaves, and the corpses on the streets outside can prove it. As for their slave status, I will lift it as soon as we return to Menis. But before we return to the Menis region, I don't have that authority."

  "You're going back to Menis? You are Yang Suofeng, the leader of the Yang family of Lichuan Prefecture?"

  Yang Shuang replied hastily: "That's right."

  The butterfly maple danced with a whip in hand, slowly turning around the shooting color, and suddenly said: "All of you, get down!"

  A large number of young, eagle-like soldiers suddenly rushed in from outside the gate. They quickly surrounded Shaye and over a hundred other palace warriors, holding gleaming eagle-head longbows with sharp arrowheads aimed at their foreheads. Shaye's face changed color, and he was about to raise his crusader sword, while the other slaves also raised their swords, ready to resist.

  "You slaves, how dare you still resist?"

  Xie Yanqiang said strongly: "Lieutenant General of the Army, how can you treat us as enemies? We are all loyal subordinates of Yang Suofeng, Lieutenant General of the Navy. We have nothing to do with this riot!"

  "Butterfly Maple Dance coldly smiled: 'Whether or not it's related isn't something you can explain away, we need to investigate this ourselves!'"

  Xie Yan's atmosphere was waving the long sword in his hand, suddenly the long sword crossed in front of his chest, and the rest of the Gong Dou warriors immediately threw away their swords, also switching to eagle-angle longbows, sharp arrows aimed at those green-feathered flying eagles' heads, both sides were on high alert, ready to fire at any moment.

  Die Fengwu's face sank deeply, coldly sizing them up. Suddenly, Yang Suofeng clenched his fists, eyes wide open, and rushed to Die Fengwu's front, angrily shouting: "General Die Fengwu, I ask you to explain, what do you mean by this? Please order them to move their weapons away immediately, otherwise..."

  "Butterfly maple dance coldly cut off his words: 'Otherwise what? Do you want them to resist desperately?'"

  Yang Shuang Feng suppressed the raging anger in his heart and said in a low voice, "Die Xuan Wu, I don't understand, why did you detain my people? What right do you have to detain my people?"

  Die Fengwu didn't even glance at him, and with a flick of his whip, he coldly said: "Sorry, General Yang Suofeng, I must detain all the slaves by your side. I suspect they have an intimate connection with this riot! Otherwise, they wouldn't be holding weapons and having such intense murderous intent!"

  Yang Shuang's face turned red with rage, his eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted loudly: "How dare you!"

  Die Xiang Wu didn't even glance at him and turned around, saying calmly: "Take this person away, also detain Yang Su Feng, the Navy Lieutenant General!"

  Four young officers of the Flying Eagle Army immediately surrounded Yang Shuangfeng, one officer with a gloomy face made a polite gesture and said: "Navy Lieutenant General, please hand over your sword to avoid any harm to you."

  Yang Shuangfen suddenly became furious, drew out his sword with a swishing sound, and pointed the shining blade at the other person, saying in a shrill voice: "Do you dare to come up?"

  That officer made a slight movement, and Yang Shuangfeng's sword had already drawn a line on his face, with blood gushing out instantly. However, the officer did not make a sound, and in the brief moment of Yang Shuangfeng's stunned expression, he snatched away Yang Shuangfeng's saber, saying coldly: "Navy Major General, we will help you take care of your saber, and when the time comes, we will naturally return it to you."

  Yang Xuanfen was on the verge of tears, he really had no power to fight back now. He wanted to resist but couldn't find a way to start. However, he couldn't bear this suffocating feeling anymore and fiercely faced Die Feng Wu, extremely angry, saying: "Die Feng Wu, how can you be so unreasonable?"

  "Butterfly Maple's eyes were deep and solemn, and he said in a stern tone: 'Yang Suofeng, Navy Lieutenant General, I'm telling you for the last time, shut your mouth immediately. Handling the Baoying Prefecture slave rebellion is my responsibility, and detaining you is within my jurisdiction. If you refuse to cooperate again, I will punish you severely according to wartime regulations. Even if I don't behead you, I can still disable your four limbs!'"

  Yang Shuangfeng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, and said slowly: "Hudie Xiangwu Shaoye Jiang, this is completely bullying the weak with the strong. If I had a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, I would definitely blow your brains out with one shot!"

  "Butterfly Maple Dance Cold Smile said: 'You simply don't know what you're talking about.'"