A few months ago, Soo Sang Daori.
The cold wind has been roaring for another ten days. It has been like this in the Northland for many years. It is not as cold as the Great Yuan Dynasty, but the heavy snow in the midwinter is still unbearable. The heavy wind and frost seem to swallow up more than ten powerful cities in Zhusang Road, including bones and skin, and swallow them all to the belly. middle. Even with this kind of sky view, the military training was not delayed for a moment. The soldiers and horses of Zhu Sangdao, which were originally thought to be loose in military discipline, fell into Wen Yu's hands, but it seemed that everyone's crooked spine was taken away and supported by a straight long stick. Keep it on your waist and abdomen, even if it is snowing in the middle of winter, when the sword is unsheathed and the gun is being used during military training, the sound of killing can still be faintly transmitted to the city even if it is blocked by wind and snow.
He Zhizhou admired Wen Yu's character and skills. He often walked on the Zhusang Road and was used to seeing well-paid private soldiers arrogant and domineering in the city. Based on this foundation, Wen Yu could steadily step into the military uniform. The public is only the first step. The rest of the people's heretical skills are the basis for whether they can gain a foothold in the army and truly bring out elite soldiers and generals. Such methods are often deployed during wartime, but for the private army of Soo Sang Road, which is still singing and dancing on the bright side and will not encounter a war for a while, whether it can grasp the morale of the military and whether it can seriously train its flags and flags. He Zhizhou didn't dare to think about Xiao Rui being able to sweep across many states in the Great Yuan Dynasty, and based on his own speculation, even Wen Yu might not be able to say for sure.
Whether it is in the territory of the Yuan Dynasty where there have been frequent wars in ancient times, or in the Three Kingdoms of the West since the collapse of the Qi Dynasty, all soldiers and horses are fully prepared, whether they are riding cavalry in formation to dominate the world, or they are attacking cities first with heavy armor and light bows. Although the covenant is established, , However, among the military families of several countries in the world, although they have not been around for many years, the family wealth is still there. As long as there are people who can lead the army, the battle season is not necessarily inferior to the early years of war, but Zhu Sangdao is not like that. The Northland is a very wealthy place. There are always many children and rich men with excess skin hanging around their waists in the streets. With this kind of background, although the money is heavy, the military spirit is difficult to maintain.
Even if He Zhizhou thought about these trivial troubles that he didn't need to think about, he would feel that his eyes were full of thorns. Even if Wen Yu was a lone jumping tiger in the mountains, it would still be difficult to cross the endless forest of thorns in front of him.
His mind was in a state of confusion, so he naturally drank the wine faster. After brushing off the slush on his tiger-toed boots, He Zhizhou stood up and was about to stamp his feet. He slowed down and walked lightly to the wine jar in the inn. , picked up the wine and filled the flask, staggered to the table in the corner of the first floor of the inn, grinned at the waiter who had been lazy and dozed off for some time, and muttered something like "I don't know how cold it is." It was hot, and sooner or later it would freeze out. It was cloudy and rainy, and my whole body ached. Then I walked slowly back to the place where I started, and drank slowly, not at all like my usual drinking style.
The snow outside the window lattice was blowing in the wind, and the sound of wine flags was being spread out all the time. There were no lights, and probably no moonlight to speak of. It was reasonable to say that everyone was exposed to the cold wind, and their clothes were completely exposed, and it was biting to the bone. When the cold is lingering and snow hits the face, who would still look up to see if there is a moon shadow in the sky.
It was as if the light of the sword had already collapsed from its scabbard. If there was still the thought to care about the appearance of the handle, I am afraid that his head would have fallen to the ground long ago.
It was beyond He Zhizhou's expectation that Taoist Master Zhusang Dao could take this step, but the most unexpected thing was that the Taoist Master could leave this important matter to an outsider like Wen Yu to decide. He Zhizhou knew that the Taoist master had always wanted to seek change, but this move was too childish and fell into his own hands. In his eyes, it was no less than handing the knife over to someone else's hand, without any fear of how others would use the sharp knife.
"It takes a thousand days to raise an army, but can you wait until you can use it?"
He didn't know whether he was asking himself or what, He Zhizhou's eyes were slightly closed, and a rare sleepiness surfaced on his face. Maybe it was because of the strong wind and snow outside the inn, or maybe it was because the winter night was too long and dark. Even a drunkard like He Zhizhou was feeling sleepy at the moment. It was hard to tell whether he was sleepy or drunk, his energy was drained away, his eyes were filled with tears, he yawned, and wanted to go upstairs.
On a snowy night, there was the sound of horse hooves tapping the snow.
By the time He Zhizhou vaguely heard the noise and swayed downstairs, Wen Yu, dressed in black, had already sat down at the table, poured herself a bowl of the strongest wine in the inn, took off her black gauze hat and drank it in one sip. After finishing it, he slowly exhaled cold air, ignoring that his hands were blue and blue from the cold. He took out the rice paper from his arms, then went to grab the pen and ink, and drank the spicy and hot heat of the wine, and started to write like a dragon. As for He Zhizhou coming forward, Wen Yu ignored it at all. Instead, he concentrated on writing ink on the rice paper. Every word fell into He Zhizhou's eyes. He laughed softly and tapped the edge of the table.
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"Based on this? You might be able to become a rich rent collector during the riots, but if you lead the troops and use the method on this rice paper, you might end up in a battle that loses half of your life, and you will be the only one left in the battle. As a coach, everything else has to be done cleanly.”
Wen Yu didn't argue, just glanced at the drunk He Zhizhou, took off the black gauze, rubbed his hands again and again, and rubbed hard on the face, so as to add some heat to the already frozen face, but it turned out that Funny tight.
Since these days of military training, Wen Yu has spent many late nights outside. No matter how cold and lonely the winter night outside the city is, he has to go out to practice with those Zhu Sangdao private troops. He does not hesitate to use large formations to train troops, both internal and external injuries. Although he has achieved a small amount of success, in the eyes of Wen Yu and He Zhizhou, these private soldiers of Zhu Sangdao are still far from being the only one in the world, and they may not even be able to catch up. If the nomadic men who fight with tigers and wolves all day long in the Yuan Dynasty really step into the battlefield, these tens of thousands of soldiers and horses may not be able to last for a few days.
"Eager for quick success, it is not beautiful." After the coldness of his hands hit his face, Wen Yu looked a little more awake, but his face was still tired. He pressed his hand on his forehead and sighed, "From nothing to something, from something to essence, don't The huge military strength and military morale that it takes decades and hundreds of years to develop are just empty words for the soldiers and horses in Zhusang Road. To put it more harshly, they are just using people's money to do things for others. The matter of eating the emperor's salary and being loyal to the emperor, whoever has this kind of precedent must not forget to fight to the death. Even if the commander can firmly hold the army's heart, it is completely useless. I have informed you in advance with the Taoist master that all private soldiers who have families must To move to Zhusang Road, you need to be close to each other, and then you can tie your mind to Zhusang Road. In this way, even if everyone is afraid of war and has relatives and relatives thinking about him behind him, the current problem can be solved easily. "
He Zhizhou admired Wen Yu even more. Not only was he profound in cultivation, he was also good at swordsmanship. The most valuable thing was that when Wen Yu was training and leading troops, he was just like using a sword. With a little thought, he would be able to see through the problem and stably execute the sword. Pressed at seven inches, for a cultivator who has just stepped down from the mountain, such a truth that ordinary people can only understand through the accumulation of years seems not to be a big deal in front of Wen Yu.
In the past, there was a saying on Zhusang Road that if a house has no door, it must have spacious window lattice. If there is no window lattice, it must have a wealthy door plaque. Even those idle people who are worthless and have no ability at all are still blessed by God. It's just that he hasn't noticed it for a long time. He Zhizhou was weak when he didn't practice martial arts, but he drank a lot at a relatively young age. Naturally, he felt complacent and felt that God was treating him well, but whenever he encountered Wen A talented person like Yu, who is a genius like Yu, is much better than me in terms of martial arts training and knowledge of the human world. At this time, he has to think of scolding God that his natural qualifications are unfair.
"With such a good appearance, why bother working so hard?"
Even He Zhizhou lost his drunkenness slightly when he said these words. He felt speechless and could not take it back quickly, so he rushed ahead of Wen Yu and said with a smile, "We have also heard rumors that the black deer outside the door is from the Great Yuan Dynasty. One of the best horses, I think it can travel thousands of miles in one day without any effort, which is quite suitable for us. Why doesn't Brother Wen seem to be interested in this good horse? I think he has seen many of them in Ziluan Palace. It’s hard to find a good horse in the world, so I don’t think it’s anything special. But often the one you like the most may not be the right one, and the best choice is the one that runs around.”
Wen Yu neatly covered her hat with black gauze, lowered her eyebrows, and placed it on the table where the light was flickering.
"I have indeed seen a white horse. It is in excellent shape. Its coat is spotless and white. It has a stubborn temper, but it also knows that it has a good heart. Ordinary good horses always have shortcomings that are like fire. But that white horse has a very good temperament. He even had it several times. He blocked the disaster for me and caused a lot of old wounds. It makes me sad to think about it now. I originally thought that the white horse was just a fool who insisted on running, but later I realized that I had to make it through. He was so fast that the white horse was chasing after him."
"But this trip took too long, and it was not easy to walk back to Dayuan. That white horse was originally galloping through the world, so how could it be delayed by me? The clouds are so big that they can't always be affected by the human heart. I held it in my hand because of my selfish thoughts, so it would be better to let it run farther. So after seeing such a good horse, and looking elsewhere, I always feel that something is missing. Maybe in the end, I will find that it is almost the same, but that What I saw at that time can't be compared with what I saw later. After seeing the East China Sea flowing across the river and meeting the sky again, it was just ordinary."
He Zhizhou dropped the cup in his hand on the table and fell asleep.
So the woman was left staring blankly at the wind and snow outside, thinking about the so-called white horse.
No thoughts, no thoughts, just make yourself filled up twelve hours a day like a stone pouring gold, so that all thoughts in the body are not loose at all, and you will not give up to death, and will be held up by the long lamp of bitter wine.
The white horse is not a horse, and the old friend is not an old friend. At first, the words were heartbreaking, but later they seemed to be slowly peeling off old scars. The word "missing" turned out to be a burden. But once the trip was gone, Wen Yu could not tolerate the word "burden", so he had no time to see him. Gu, on the contrary, turned out to be the best thing.
