The King of Special Warfare

When the meeting of Tianxiadian was forced to end amidst the noise, Di Jiang, who only spoke a few times but almost all of them were orders, slowly stood up and walked out of Tianxiadian amidst suppressed doubts and anger. .

His order was too unbelievable.

On the spot, he was opposed by several sword-wielding families.

But an order is an order.

Dijiang never backed down in the slightest.

In the absence of Wang Tianzong's failure, he has the full power to decide everything about the Wang family in Beihai on Dibing Mountain.

The real order is suppressed, no one can disobey, and no one dares to resist now.

The first frantic heavy rain in late summer and early autumn diffused from the autumn water to the holy state.

The sky was overcast and the air was cool.

Di Jiang stood in front of the gate of Tianxia Temple, watching the frantic autumn rain beating on the quaint cornices, and was silent for a long time.

Beihai Wang's half-step invincible master Cang Qiong stood outside the Temple of Heaven in person.

Watching Di Jiang come out, facing countless unexplained gazes from Tianxia Temple, he gently closed the hall door.

"That's all."

Di Jiang muttered to himself.

"Are you sure you want this?"

Sky frowned and asked.

"It's the best option."

Di Jiang's figure walked into the wind and rain. His figure was extremely straight and firm in the rain, but he was also exhausted.

Cang Qiong watched his back quietly for a long time.

Di Jiang kept walking along the path, and the wind and rain drenched on him, soaking all his clothes in an instant.

Passing by a flower bed, walking through a delicate small lake.

A narrow and straight stone road appeared in front of him.

This is a starting point.

Dibing Mountain is full of mountains and seas of flowers, colorful, but looking from this stone road, it is gray and white everywhere.

It was an indescribable color that contained countless emotions, with endless desolation, extending to the highest enemy of Dibing Mountain.

There are no flowers here, no green grass.

There are only countless rocks piled up to form the hardest road.

Silent, solemn, solemn.

Almost divine.

Di Jiang walked up the path.

The path ends with steps.

The steps are very high, and every step needs to be very steady.

Dijiang's expression was calm, and he walked up slowly, walking in the purest color of this Dibing Mountain.

Under the frantic wind and rain, his quietly walking figure seemed to have completely merged with the gray and white.

At the end of the steps is a small space.

In the center of the nearly 200-square-meter platform stands a huge boulder that has been eroded by time and wind and rain for hundreds of years.

The dense names spread down on the boulder, with indescribable solemnity and dignity.

This is the least interesting place in the whole Dibing Mountain.

This is the most sacred place in the entire Dibing Mountain.

This is also the highest place in the entire Dibing Mountain.

Xiongxiongtai.

Xiongxiongshi.

Di Jiang quietly looked at this stone that had stood here for hundreds of years, and looked at the names of people on it.

There are many densely packed names.

But every name is taken down, and traces of their existence can be found in the family history of the Beihai Wang family.

Victims, warriors, missing...

Everyone, no matter the outcome.

Their names are engraved on this stone, which means their contribution to the Wang family of Beihai.

Dijiang found his ancestors in the past.

The Jiang surnames are neatly arranged one by one.

And directly above the Jiang family is a name that still shines on the family tree of the Wang family in Beihai.

Wang Fuyu.

Tianjiao's younger brother.

He is also the ancestor of their Jiang family.

Di Jiang smiled.

He gazed deeply at each name, and there was a distinct tremor in his laugh.

At this moment, his eyes were crazy and dignified, with unparalleled persistence and enthusiasm.

It seemed that endless pressure was firmly pressed on him, and he was lifted up by him with incomparably great strength.

"sorry..."

He spoke softly, looked at Jiang's ancestors, and said softly, "I'm sorry..."

He said a lot of sorry.

But only wind and rain responded to him.

Light footsteps sounded on the steps.

The sound of footsteps was intermittent, lingering in Dijiang's consciousness, sometimes not, but it was getting closer and closer to him.

Di Jiang turned his head vigilantly, and then froze in place.

In his sight, he was dressed in white and almost floated onto the Xiongxiong platform.

The white dress evaporated the continuously falling wind and rain with high temperature.

Delicate short hair is clean and tidy.

Her face was still beautiful, but extremely pale and dull.

Her steps were soft and erratic, and she walked slowly towards the Xiongxiong Terrace, like a lifeless ghost.

Di Jiang looked at her state quietly, feeling complicated in his heart.

Wang Yuetong didn't speak.

She stood in front of Xiaoxiongshi and looked at the names of the people. After a long time, she said softly: "Brother Jiang, have you imprisoned the patriarchs of the seven sword-wielding families?"

"yes."

Di Jiang said softly, he has a clear conscience, so he doesn't need to explain anything.

Wang Yuetong quietly looked down.

This is the highest place of Dibing Mountain, so you can naturally see the whole picture of Dibing Mountain.

Through the forest and sea-like flowers, Dibing Mountain is moving.

The square, every path, the top of the mountain, the side of the mountain, the bottom of the mountain...

Everywhere is moving.

Countless people are going down.

Even the tens of thousands of elite Beihai regiments stationed at the foot of the mountain were moving.

The internal guards guarding Dibing Mountain were also on the move.

Wang Yuetong watched all this quietly, and asked, "Why?"

"There are two large-scale exercises in Canglan and Fudao within the Beihai Regiment. Now counting the time, they should also start. As for the internal guards, they have been too comfortable these years, although the usual training is not good enough. Do, but sufficient combat power does not mean advanced combat awareness, so I dropped them into Canglan and participated in this exercise together.”

Di Jiang's voice was calm without any ups and downs.

Wang Yuetong looked at everything in sight.

A sniper battalion originally belonging to the internal guards on the mountainside was also dispatched and began to descend the mountain.

And at the place closest to the top of the mountain, one by one small teams also started to leave Dibing Mountain.

Wang Yuetong's heart was empty: "The Tianzhu troops are leaving too?"

"All go."

Di Jiang said softly: "The exercise needs them."

"What about here?"

Wang Yuetong asked: "He is coming, what power can stop him here?"

"And I."

Di Jiang said: "I will do my best to stop him in front of the Xiongxiong stage."

"What if you are not his opponent?"

Wang Yuetong looked into Di Jiang's eyes: "The old man has already fallen, if you fail..."

"That was my failure, too."

Di Jiang's voice was calm and somewhat cruel: "It's only my own failure. It's not the failure of Dibing Mountain. All the power on Dibing Mountain has been withdrawn. In a state of emptiness, he came to Dibing Mountain and could only defeat him." Me, he can't defeat Dibing Mountain, even if he ascends to Xiongxiong Terrace, he is just a villain who took advantage of the situation. This is my mistake, it has nothing to do with Dibing Mountain, nor with Beihai Wang."

Wang Yuetong stood on the spot and looked at Di Jiang, dazed.

She finally understood Dijiang's plan.

He imprisoned the patriarchs of the seven sword-wielding families to prevent them from intervening in the battle.

He mobilized all the power on the Dibing Mountain and left the Dibing Mountain empty.

He stayed here alone, waiting for Li Tianlan.

He will do his best to protect everything about the Beihai Wang family.

But I was also prepared to bear all the humiliation and failure on my own.

Even here, only Di Jiang failed.

Dijiang is not surnamed Wang.

Even if he failed, even if he was humiliated, it was Di Jiang who suffered all of this.

Some people may question that the transfer of the Tianzhu troops and the internal guards is a retreat without a fight, a coward, a coward.

But it was Di Jiang who made this decision.

Facing Li Tianlan who was about to come to Dibing Mountain, Di Jiang made two-handed preparations.

He wins, and everyone is happy.

His defeat, all the infamy, all the humiliation, and all the failures are all borne by him alone.

Wang Yuetong's eyes were a little dazed.

"Why did you do that?"

she murmured.

"For Beihai."

Di Jiang's voice was still calm and calm.

He turned his head to look at the names of the Jiang family's ancestors, and finally there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

"The ancestor of our Jiang family."

He pointed to the name that was second only to Wang Fuyu at the top: "When the Jiang Corporation was established, it happened to face the strongest counterattack on the East Island. They wanted to take back half of the land that now belongs to Beihai. Experts came in and out. My The ancestor led less than 30 elites from the Jiang family to stand in the autumn water, fought fiercely for a day and a night, beheaded nearly 600 masters from Dongdao, and died of exhaustion."

"My grandfather."

"Thirty years ago, when I was young, I went deep into the Star Country alone, and rescued nearly 300 Beihai Wang's elite who were besieged in the Star Country. From the Federal City to the seashore, the road of more than 400 kilometers, he pinned down the Star Country. Half a man in black from the National University killed fifteen top players in the Thunder Realm of Xing Kingdom by himself, and when his body was sent back, it was almost impossible to find a complete place."

He took a deep breath, staring at the name belonging to the Jiang family, feeling extremely affectionate: "The names carved on the Xiongxiong Stone have countless identities, but there is only one identity belonging to the Jiang family, and they are all victims."

"but me..."

He laughed, thinking about everything that might happen, the humiliation he endured, the infamy he suffered, and the failure he faced: "If I am lucky in the future, when my name is engraved on the Xiaoxiong Stone, I should be the only coward in the Jiang family. It is also the only one on the Xiongxiong Stone..."

"Have you thought about what you will do in the future after you do this?"

Wang Yuetong looked at him: "Your own future, Beihai Wang's future..."

"My future, I haven't thought about it."

Di Jiang calmly said: "But in the future of the Beihai Wang family..."

"If I fail, I will be opposed by many sword-wielding families, and even disgusted and spurned by countless Beihai people. I am naturally not worthy of this position."

He said softly: "So we will have to wait for Sheng Xiao to come back to discuss the future of the Beihai Wang family."

Wang Yuetong's body shook slightly.

If Dijiang fails.

He preserved the power of Dibing Mountain, but what he bore was endless infamy.

At that time, when Wang Shengxiao came back from Eastern Europe, he could sit in his position logically, and as the heir, he was in charge of everything about the Beihai Wang family.

Justifiably so.

"Is this what you planned?"

Wang Yuetong looked at him and asked.

Di Jiang did not answer this question, but said flatly: "This is my own choice."

He looked at the name on the Xiongxiong Stone, and said softly: "I'm sorry for them, but I won't regret it."