What a steal.
When the holiday fell and turned into a pool of ink, Li Gu's solemn brows relaxed.
After all, he underestimated the power of this painter.
At the same time, I also realized that true practitioners do not rely on divine power that is different from ordinary people. Such weird and unexpected methods are truly extraordinary.
Compared with these, what use is it if I only have extraordinary strength?
Li Gu shook his head and threw these thoughts away.
Now is not the time to think about these things.
"Go on your way and make sure the food and grass are delivered on time."
Li Gu said something, and then led the way to the front to clear the way for the convoy escorting the grain and grass.
I don’t know how many more things like this I will encounter along the way.
But in fact, since the painter used such a method, how could he not be prepared with both hands.
When Li Gu and his party stepped onto this road, they were already caught up in a big situation.
When the motorcade continued to move forward, they entered the road in front of them.
Until everyone turned to that road, something strange happened suddenly.
"Buzz."
The scene in front of him suddenly changed, turned into a picture scroll, and fell down.
"Crack."
The scroll fell to the ground.
Then he heard the sound of footsteps.
The painter returned, reached out and picked up the scroll, then rolled it up and put it into the painting box.
The clouds come and fly away.
The painter glanced at the painting box in his hand and couldn't help but sigh.
"As expected of Mr. Zhulan, Wu admires..."
The ability to draw a small circle like this is not something that a painter can do, and his own attainments have not yet reached this level.
This was possible thanks to this scroll. The painter changed the description on this treasure of previous generations, and this resulted in this scroll that confuses the world, thus attracting these people to fall into it.
The talents of the past are now being used by future generations, and they work wonders.
It is a legend.
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Yanjun was unable to wait for the supply of food and grass.
People were constantly sent to search, but no trace of the food and grass could be found. Not only that, there was no trace of the escort team.
"Look! Dig three feet into the ground and find it for me!"
"So much food and grass, so many people! I don't believe it will disappear out of thin air!"
But the result was a huge disappointment.
Those grains, those people, really seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, without any trace.
Several counselors in the military tent were sitting on pins and needles, as if cold light was stabbing their backs.
The situation in Yanjun is particularly tense now.
King Yu's army was just outside the city. Under the pressure, many soldiers had already begun to think about retreating. In addition, half of the food and grass had been burned. This incident made the people in the camp even more panic-stricken. If the food and grass were not available, If it is supplemented, things will become more serious.
By now, it was too late to send people to raise food and grass.
"I'm afraid, it's tonight..."
The counselors in the camp looked grave and did not say a word.
They expected that King Yu's troops would launch a general attack tonight, but in the face of such a situation, they could not see the slightest hope.
The soldiers were not in the camp, had no food and grass for several days, and were hungry. How could they win in such a situation?
"Otherwise, let's surrender..."
Someone said something.
"drop?!"
One of them slapped the table and stood up, angrily yelling: "Why surrender! Taizu's character is still there, I would rather die than surrender to the enemy! Now seeing such a battle, my bones will become soft? Oh, if so, It would be better to lose your soul, lest you end up in hell and make Taizu lose all his face!"
"Did we let so many people die in vain?"
"Why are you afraid of death? I am already very old, why am I still afraid of death?!"
"Okay, okay, you're right. I don't bother to argue with you. The nine of us followed Taizu in his battles in the world. Almost all matters, big and small, were in my hands, just like before. Then we will vote by a show of hands whether to fight or surrender. ?Those who don’t want to be beaten should raise their hands.”
He raised his hand first.
The other eight people just looked at him without saying anything.
But I saw one of the old men straightening his clothes, stood up, and said, "I would rather die standing than surrender on my knees."
He raised his head and drank the glass of strong wine, walked out of the military tent, and said, "Come here, put on my armor!"
"Take my sword!"
The remaining seven people looked solemn and seemed to be still hesitating.
"How many are there?"
"I think it would be better to surrender. Now that things have come to this, we should do less killing."
"Okay! Any other colleagues?"
Looking left and right.
The remaining six people said nothing, but looked at the two of them quietly.
For a long while, no one spoke.
The situation has become clear.
Until an old man sitting among them sighed and said: "Taizu said back then that you two have weak bones and cannot withstand the test of life and death, but you two have great talents and are particularly meticulous in managing military affairs." , there will never be any mistakes in terms of logistics. Taizu appreciates you two and does not want to lose a good talent, so he never lets you two step into that mess."
"But what I want to say today is that I have been fighting with Taizu for more than twenty-one years. Although I later became a civil servant, in my early years I wielded a sword and fought from the bottom. I have never been afraid, and it is the same now."
"There is no one who is greedy for life and afraid of death under Taizu's tent!"
As he said that, he let out a long sigh and said: "Since you two are afraid and remember your achievements for so many years, then let's go. There is a secret passage in the city. From now on, you can go anywhere to the end of the world."
The two people looked solemn, and they became uncomfortable seeing such a scene of the same enemy.
"Okay, you guys..."
"snort!"
With a cold snort, the two left the camp one after another.
They fled here.
There was silence in the tent for a long time.
The old man who spoke just now took a sip of wine, and his face suddenly turned red. Maybe he was old and not good anymore.
"Ahem..."
"Anyone else who wants to leave can come with them."
"no yet?"
"Well, it looks like there is none."
He smashed the wine glass on the table, his tone suddenly became fierce, and said: "I will say ugly things in front of you. When we go into battle, if anyone is afraid and retreats, then I will become a ghost. I won’t let you go!”
"I won't retreat, and I won't be afraid."
"Just think of it as bringing an end to this life."
"Death on the battlefield can be considered a destination."
"good!"
"Somebody come!"
"Get the sword! Get the armor!"
The seven old men put on their armors and held the long swords in their hands. The red tassel fell from the peeking top, and they saw those eyes that were calm and self-defeating.
In a daze, it seemed as if he had returned to the years of constant war.
These people may have started from humble beginnings, or they may have extraordinary backgrounds, or they may have reached high positions through some shady means.
But no matter what, they were the swords under Taizu's hand.
They have never been afraid of death!
Although he is now old, weak, sick and disabled.
