"Yan Ling Dao?"
"Lancet?"
To the east of Juyang City, inside the iron-making workshop.
The two brothers Zhu Zongting and Zhu Zongnian couldn't help but look at each other as they looked at the two lifelike blades in the map.
Especially Zhu Zongnian.
The shock on his face was already evident.
"Brother Ting? I remember that the prince discussed with me yesterday about the reform of the sword?" Zhu Zongnian raised his head and looked at Zhu Zongting beside him.
Zhu Zongting nodded slightly and said, "It was yesterday."
The words are over.
Zhu Zongnian nodded and said, "How long has it been? One day?"
"No." Zhu Zongting shook his head helplessly, and then replied: "Yesterday at the time of You, the prince just talked to you about his sword."
As soon as this statement came out.
Zhu Zongnian fell completely silent.
I do not know how long it has been.
Zhu Zongnian looked up at Zhu Zongting again and asked feebly: "Brother Ting, tell me, has the prince already made a plan for the sword?"
Zhu Zongting sighed helplessly in his heart, and then replied: "It shouldn't be the case. From what I saw in the prince's demeanor, it didn't look like he had already decided everything."
After he finished speaking, Zhu Zongnian couldn't help but have a look of disappointment on his face.
He often boasted that he was a genius of his generation, and that no one in the world could surpass him in his knowledge of things.
Of course.
Reality slapped him twice mercilessly.
And both slaps were given by the same person.
Zhu Zongting sighed in his heart, and then looked at Zhu Zongnian with great solemnity.
As the eldest grandson of the Zhu family, he naturally understands the truth that jade cannot be used until it is polished.
Zhu Zongnian's own talent is naturally incomparable, and it is not an exaggeration to describe him as a genius.
However, it is precisely because of his excellent talent.
Therefore, it always gives people a sense of pride.
Naturally, the Zhu family felt this feeling much more deeply than Xu Yi did.
In Zhu Zongting's view, Xu Yi at this time was the best carver for Zhu Zongnian's rough jade.
Zhu Zongting composed himself, and then slowly said: "Zongnian, remember that there are people outside the world and there is a sky outside the world."
Zhu Zongnian nodded dullly when he heard this, and then immersed himself in the map.
Zhu Zongting on the side couldn't help but sigh again when he saw this.
"I hope you can correct yourself soon. If you correct yourself, your future will be immeasurable." Zhu Zongting sighed secretly in his heart.
...
...
Not yet.
A three-column green-covered carriage, guarded by more than a hundred cavalry, slowly arrived at the county government office in the south of Juyang City.
"I'm here to pay my respects to His Highness King Yan."
"We pay our respects to His Highness King Yan."
The carriage with three green hoods came to a stop.
Sun Daohua and a group of officials who were guarding the main entrance of the county government immediately came forward and bowed their hands in salute.
Xu Yi slowly walked out of the carriage with three green awnings.
Facing Sun Daohua and other officials, he waved his hands slightly and said, "Chief Sun, please forgive me, and all my colleagues, please forgive me."
"Thank you, Your Highness, King Yan." Sun Daohua and other Shanggu County officials heard this and thanked him again.
After the ceremony.
Sun Daohua slowly stepped forward, stretched out his hand and said in greeting: "The files required by His Highness King Yan have been prepared."
"Please also ask Your Highness, King Yan, to accompany your subordinates to the archives of records."
Xu Yi nodded slightly and said, "Please, Commander Sun."
The words are over.
Xu Yi followed Sun Daohua's footsteps and walked into the main entrance of the county government office.
There is not much difference in the structure between the so-called county government offices and Jingzhao government offices.
After entering the main entrance, there are also the Hell Temple and the Prison on the left and right sides.
After passing through a long corridor, the two of them entered the ceremony gate one after the other.
Passing through the Yimen is the third and sixth rooms.
because of
It is far away from the capital, so the three-class six-bedroom apartment in Shanggu County is far more lively than the three-class six-bedroom apartment in Jingzhao Prefecture.
After the two of them walked across the platform, passed through the lobby and behind the Confucius Temple.
Finally arrived at the case library full of files.
"Your Highness, King Yan, this is the Shanggu County Documents Storehouse."
"The military records you need for the past thirty years have been prepared for you."
"Please come with me."
Sun Daohua extended his hand to invite again, and then stepped into the case library.
As soon as Fang stepped into the case library, the scent of ink rushed straight towards the two of them.
Subsequently.
Xu Yi, led by Sun Daohua, walked into the room on the left side of the case library.
At this time, there were more than ten large open wooden boxes neatly placed under the corner of the huge building.
At a glance, the files stacked in the wooden box were almost overflowing.
It is conceivable that the Zhou Dynasty and the Xiongnu used many troops in the past thirty years.
Sun Daohua walked quickly to a large box.
Then he introduced: "His Royal Highness, King Yan, starting from this box, move fourteen boxes later."
"It is the military records of Shanggu County from the first year of Zhengde to the fifteenth year of Zhengde. It contains all the transfer orders issued by the imperial court in that year."
"The three wooden boxes after this contain military files from the 16th year of Zhengde to the present."
Hearing this, Xu Yi nodded slightly and said, "I've got you, Commander Laosun."
Sun Daohua chuckled and said, "His Royal Highness, King Yan, you're welcome. This is a matter within the official rank."
The words are over.
Sun Daohua bowed his hands again and said in salute: "I will only disturb His Highness King Yan too much. If His Highness King Yan has something to do, you can always send someone to the lobby to look for me."
Xu Yi slightly bowed his hands in return.
After Sun Daohua and several clerks from the case library retreated.
Xu Yimai walked to the wooden box containing the military records of the fifteenth year of Zhengde.
Select all the files related to the decisive battle in Mobei.
Then he stood up and walked to the side behind the desk.
As Xu Yi slowly read through it, the bloody decisive battle in Mobei in the 15th year of Zhengde slowly emerged in his mind.
Time passed quietly as Xu Yi turned slowly.
After it gets dark.
Xu Yi put down the heavy file in his hand, and then took out a fire note from his sleeve.
After the oil lamp slowly bloomed with a warm yellow light.
After Xu Yi put away the fire seal, he quietly moved the Taishi's chair back.
Then he put his legs on the desk, crossed his hands behind his head, and leaned back on the Taishi chair.
Slowly closed his slightly sour eyes.
At the same time, the scenes described in the dossier slowly emerged in his mind like real reproductions.
He saw Zhao Fusheng in full armor, holding a Qingyang gun and leading five thousand athletes.
Form a cone formation and rush towards the enemy without fear of death.
Just when he thought that he would be able to eat the Hunxie King's tribe this time, so as to relieve the pressure on the army.
However, when it split the enemy's formation and reached the first end point of this trip.
What was waiting for him was not the planned light chariot general Li Tong's 15,000 infantry.
It was the three thousand Huns' cavalry that looked like a steel city wall.
Xu Yi didn't know what Zhao Fusheng thought when he saw the three thousand Huns' cavalry connected by iron chains and horses and stretching for several miles.
Thinking about it, Zhao Fusheng must have been more angry than desperate at that time.
Later, Xu Yi saw in his mind that Zhao Fusheng and his five thousand athletes charged again and again and fought with their lives time and time again.
But in the end, they still failed to escape from the Huns' dragnet.
At the end of the matter, Zhao Fusheng, who was exhausted after charging again and again, put down his Qingyang Gun, which had accompanied him for several years and made countless contributions.
He stood in a dense encirclement of the Xiongnu.
In order not to shadow
The sound reached the father behind him.
For the sake of the homeland behind me!
For the sake of the more than 100,000 Zhou Dynasty heroes who are still fighting in blood.
He pulled out the saber that hung from his waist but had never been used.
With that brand-new sword, he ended his life with a bright and glorious sound.
In the county office's archives, two lines of clear tears fell from Xu Yi's cheeks.
"You must be very unwilling to give birth to a brother." Xu Yi closed his eyes tightly and murmured in a hoarse voice.
thereafter.
He saw an old camp more than sixty miles away from Zhao Fusheng's death.
Nearly ten thousand soldiers were listlessly repairing the camp while Zhao Fusheng was fighting a bloody battle.
Just last night, their camp was attacked by the Huns.
Although the most dangerous moment was passed with the calm response of General Li Tong.
But the entire camp paid for it with more than 5,000 fresh lives.
Even their generals paid the price with serious injuries.
They didn't understand why the Huns suddenly attacked them at night.
They didn't understand why the Huns cavalry came so quickly.
It was so fast that they didn't have any time to prepare.
They didn't understand why their scouts couldn't even detect such a large number of enemy troops.
They even didn't understand why General Qingche, who had always been sitting firmly in the center of the army in the past, led his personal guards into battle to kill the enemy last night.
There are too many doubts.
But from beginning to end, no one thought of reporting it to the court.
Without him, the nearly 10,000 people who survived would either be from the same hometown as General Qingche or be in a humble position.
In the county government's archives.
Xu Yi closed his eyes tightly and murmured in his heart: "What a cruel trick!"
If you don't want others to know, don't do it unless you do it yourself.
There is never a seamless plan when it comes to timing.
Every plan has flaws.
It couldn't be easier for Xu Yi to find some doubts from the few words in the file.
Xu Yi sighed deeply, and then concentrated all his attention on recreating the final battle in his mind.
Gradually, the scenes about the final battle recorded in the file slowly appeared in his mind.
On the eve of the decisive battle in Mobei.
Located in a huge camp more than 150 miles away from the place where Zhao Fu lived and died.
Dozens of strong men in full armor were lined up lifelessly on the left and right sides of the Chinese army's tent.
In the top position, there was a middle-aged man wearing a loose Confucian shirt, looking at the lifeless generals on the left and right with steely eyes.
His mouth moved slightly, and his voice was very deep, encouraging the lifeless generals on the left and right sides.
Everyone knew what that man had just been through.
Only that man seemed to be completely unaware, and slowly and silently encouraged all the generals in the Chinese army's tent.
In the crowded Chinese army tent, there was no other sound except the man's voice.
I don't know how long it took, but suddenly a low sobbing sound that was extremely suppressed and finally unsuppressable came from the corner of the big tent.
The sound of sobs swept through the entire Chinese army tent like a violent wind.
The man who was at the top and had never lost his temper outside military regulations in more than ten years of leading the army, for the first time rarely lost his temper at dozens of generals.
"The general Qing Huo does not want to fight, he is not a hussar."
In just fourteen words, everything that happened in the Chinese army's tent was skipped.
In the county government's archives.
Xu Yi, who closed his eyes tightly, sighed slowly: "If you think about it, the pain deep in his heart at that time was no less than that of others."
In his memory, Zhao Qing always loved his children very much.
Especially for the third son, Zhao Fusheng.
There is an extremely vague fragment in Xu Yi's memory.
In that blurry clip, Zhao Qing was drunk
, holding Xu Zhen's hand with pride on his face.
He keeps talking about how my third child is doing.
Thinking of this, Xu Yi couldn't help but sigh again.
In Xu Yi's view, Zhao Qing at that time was not only a father, but also a general with more than 100,000 soldiers.
At that time, the war between the Zhou Dynasty and the Xiongnu to block the fate of the country was about to break out.
Zhao Qing, who originally hoped to gain the upper hand, lost the upper hand in the battle with King Hunxie.
At that time, he was shouldering the fate of a country and the lives and fortunes of more than 100,000 soldiers.
God did not leave him time to grieve.
God only gave him endless pressure.
Therefore, he could only suppress all the sadness deep in his heart.
He is General Zhao Qing!
He is responsible for the fate of a country and the lives and fortunes of more than 100,000 soldiers.
He has no time to mourn and remember, he must devote all his body and mind to the final battle!
In the county government's archives.
Xu Yi, who closed his eyes tightly, sighed slightly: "Perhaps, in the middle of the night when there was no one around, he also cried for the sake of giving birth to a brother."
later.
When the twilight of the next day gradually breaks through the eastern sky.
The final decisive battle has quietly begun and the bloody curtain has begun.
The Xiongnu camp located ten miles away from the camp was killing cattle and sheep, frantically mobilizing morale.
At this time, smoke was already rising in the Great Zhou camp.
When the smoke from the cooking pots dispersed from the camps on both sides.
When the soldiers on both sides were half full.
Nearly 400,000 troops on both sides of the enemy and ours slowly moved to the sound of their respective war drums.
When the time reaches around noon in silence.
The two warring parties have already formed their military formations and are ready to fight at any time!
At this time, Zhao Qing, who usually wore a loose Confucian shirt, had also changed into an extremely majestic black lacquer mountain armor.
Hanging on his waist was the sword that he had never seen blood after serving in the army for more than ten years.
He is a Confucian general, but at this time he was forced by the war situation to wear armor and a sword.
One can imagine how unfavorable the war situation was.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
In the sound of heavy and high-spirited war drums.
Zhao Qing, who was wearing black lacquered mountain armor and a sword hanging from his waist, led more than ten generals to slowly ascend the high platform.
The moment he sat firmly on the high chair on the high platform.
The Hun cavalry three miles away from the camp began to move slowly.
The Huns cavalry moved from slow to fast, bringing up endless yellow sand.
Countless war horses were galloping, and even the earth was shaking violently.
For a moment, black clouds pressed down on the realm, and blood and fire were about to completely erupt.
Zhao Qing, who was dressed in black mountain armor, slowly stood up from the Grand Master's chair.
His face was determined, and his eyes were looking deeply at the black clouds rushing below.
I do not know how long it has been.
Countless feather arrows shot up from the camp of both hands, weaving an airtight giant net in the air with endless whining sounds.
Under that giant net, countless people would die under the sharp arrows with every breath.
In an instant.
Blood has become the least valuable thing on the entire battlefield, and it is also the most common thing on the entire battlefield.
In an instant.
The shrill, desperate, and painful screams seemed to be the only music in this world.
