Twenty thousand troops are enough to do a lot of things.
But in the end, Xu Mu did not agree. The reason is very simple. The strength of 20,000 troops belongs to Tsuneshiro, not himself.
No matter what happens in the future, he will eventually have to walk the road under his feet.
"Looking at your expression, I knew that you were weighing the pros and cons again." Changshiro sighed, "I can't blame you. If you didn't have this temper, you would have been eaten long ago."
"Be careful when you enter Shuzhou. The three little kings of Shuzhou are not easy to deal with."
"Thank you, Master Chang."
Chang Shiro laughed again, "Once little Taotao dies, out of all the people in the world, there will be no more than three people who can catch my eye, and you are one of them, my little boss."
"Fortunately, you and I are old friends. I really don't want to fight with you."
There were some words that neither of them said. In this troubled world, no one can survive alone.
Friendship is great, but also luxurious.
"I have told you before that one day you will stand on an equal footing with me, and you are about to do it."
"Let's go to Shuzhou. I'm waiting for you to become the king of the thirteen counties of Shuzhou."
Xu Mu firmly clasped his fists.
Chang Shiro breathed out, stretched out his hand, and gave Xu Mu a bear hug.
…
They did not stay any longer. The original army of more than 10,000 people, plus the return of Cao Hong and Yu Wen, totaled about 13,000 people now.
When leaving, Tsuneshiro dug out three thousand carts of grain and grass and gave them to each other. Xu Mu covered his chest, left a thousand Yanzhou horses, and said a few kind words to Gongsun Zu.
As for whether Uncle Chang likes to hear it, Xu Mu doesn't know.
"march!"
"General Xu has an order to march urgently!"
Five or six thousand more refugees were gathered along the way. As civilian laborers transporting food, nearly 20,000 people marched hurriedly along the official road outside the inner city.
"General Xu, please take a look. That is the Cloud Tower in Muyun Prefecture." Yu Wen, who was beside him, suddenly spoke.
Riding on the horse, Xu Mu turned his head slightly and saw only a tower towering into the clouds. Its vague outline was covered by horizontal clouds, as if it was about to pierce the sky.
"More than two hundred years ago, there was an old emperor who was superstitious about God. He built a cloud tower to ascend to the sky. He knelt down and prayed day and night, hoping to seek eternal life."
"But no one could have imagined that after only three times...a cold cough would kill him."
Xu Mu was speechless. There are quite a lot of things like this throughout the ages. Not only did they build towers to reach the sky, but they also gathered alchemists to cast cauldrons and refine elixirs. Gunpowder in ancient times was accidentally created in this way.
I guess the Epoch Dynasty will follow a similar path. It's a pity that Guo Zuo, who has been in power for more than four hundred years, is coming to an end.
"Nan Ji called Muyun City the capital of the country. If we enter Shu, we will be neighbors."
Muyun Prefecture is nearly a thousand miles south of the inner city, while Shu Prefecture is in the southwest, separated by the Anling Mountains that stretch for thousands of miles and are tightly blocked. Fortunately, there is a mighty Xiangjiang River flowing through it, which has led to many mountain roads, allowing people in the two states to still travel between each other.
If you want to have a fight with the idiot emperor in the future, you will probably have to have a water fight.
Of course, before growing, it’s better to set your sights lower.
You know, Muyunzhou's side, plus the national salvation camp, is not weaker than Chang Shiro. And there is another point, even if the imperial power declines, there will always be a deterrent.
In addition, the fire that Jia Zhou lit some time ago had not yet burned brightly in Dangyang County, but was suddenly occupied by Chen Changqing in the name of getting rid of thieves, and used it as a bridgehead for Muyun Prefecture to advance and retreat. .
Xu Mu frowned and had no intention of continuing to think about Mu Yunzhou's matter. Right now, he has more important things to do.
"Yu Wen, how much do you know about the three kings of Shuzhou?"
Yu Wen held his fists in his hands and said, "General Xu, there is not much. I only know that the three kings of Shuzhou have been separated for nearly a hundred years. The previous annual tribute to Changyang was collected by the three families together."
"The relationship is harmonious?"
"That's not the case. There are wars every year...We invite troops from other states to win over the barbarians in the mountains and forests, and fight fiercely. There is a saying that there is no room for two tigers in one mountain."
There is no room for two tigers in one mountain, except one male and one female. Good guy, there are clearly three big male tigers in Shuzhou now.
He is a little little ball who goes to Sichuan to fish for people and territory. If he is not careful, he may be dead.
"Master, Mountain Hunting Village." Cao Hong suddenly spoke.
Xu Mu was startled, and when he looked aside, he vaguely saw the appearance of the Mountain Hunting Village. Especially the large ancestral hall at the entrance of the village obviously still retains the festive look after the New Year, with Spring couplets, red curtains, and lanterns hanging on the branches outside.
"Master, if not, come closer."
"No, just take the main road." Xu Mu stared.
His rise along the way was like begging for work and moving around. Wangzhou Old Racecourse, Tangjiang City East Square, Horseshoe Lake, Shanye Village, and then Fufeng County.
Even if he thought about it slightly, Xu Mu couldn't help but sigh in his heart. If he hadn't been fighting for his life again and again, he and his fellow villagers would have become nothing more than bones in the borderlands.
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing." Xu Mu dispersed his thoughts. After passing Shanye Village, we are almost entering Shuzhou. A few hundred miles away, the small town of Fufeng conquered by Jia Zhou is not far away.
Fortunately, Fufeng City is on the border of Shuzhou and has no sense of existence. If this were not the case, the three big male tigers would probably be unable to bear it.
"Yu Wen, let people continue marching, I'll wait to go home!"
"Listen to General Xu's order and march home!"
The army moved on.
The heroes who were tired of the journey finally spoke with joy when they relaxed. Thousands of people gathered together and raised their heads, with the longing for life in their eyes.
"I'll go two thousand miles to the border!" Yu Wen suddenly shouted, his voice a bit heroic.
“Save Hezhou!”
"Into the grassland!"
"Kill Digou!"
"Even Prince Digou was killed!"
"When it comes to heroes in the world, I account for eight points!"
…
The eight thousand Tiger Talisman Army who had not yet entered the border could not help but stand in awe after hearing these heroic words.
Xu Mu smiled and looked up at the dusk and sunset. It seems that there is an invisible pen that outlines the sunset and mountain scenery, which is as magnificent as gold for a while.
This country is picturesque, and it could have been even more beautiful without the smoke of gunpowder.
Just like his other life, it could have been better if he had not encountered troubled times.
…
Along the river embankment, a graceful figure hurried forward. Someone was shouting from behind, urging her to be careful and slow down.
She didn't listen.
If you wait half a stick of incense, you will burn half a stick of incense too late. How can you wait for half a stick of incense for the person you want to see?
She wished she could immediately turn into a forest bird, flap her wings, fly through the forest that obscured her sight, and fly straight in front of her husband.
"Xu Lang, go home."
