"Wenlong, goodbye."
After getting on his horse, Xu Mu had returned to his usual calm demeanor. Jia Zhou's coffin was also sent back to Chengdu and buried in Qishili Cemetery.
Although Jia Zhou mentioned that the killing karma was too heavy. But in Xu Mu's heart, Jia Zhou was regarded as a pioneer and sage in Western Shu. Without Jia Wenlong, Xishu would not be where it is today.
"Send the military advisor home!" Yin Hu shouted loudly.
A large number of more than 3,000 Shu soldiers began to follow the long official road, all the way to Chengdu.
…
Outside Changyang Palace.
Chang Sheng, who received the information from Xishu, slowly put down the letter in his hand after reading it. He straightened his robe and bowed in the direction of Xishu.
"The last of the five strategies in the world, Jia Wenlong, also drove to the west." Chang Sheng's face was silent and solemn.
"Military advisor, once Poison Ou dies, only a lame man is left. Let me tell you, Poison Ou used poisonous tactics to anger God, and it is inevitable that he will lose his life and die early." Beside Chang Sheng, a commander of secret guards who was with him had a face. With a smile on his face.
Chang Sheng shook his head, "Whether he is a teacher or a lame man, he is considered a wise man in the world. If the Central Plains were peaceful, I would not have to travel far away to visit and listen to the teachings. But there is no way. In the current situation, Beiyu and Xixi Shu has no choice but to fight to the death."
The secret guard leader was startled and carefully stepped aside.
"How are the arrangements going on Huang Zhizhou's side?"
"In the past few days, I have been in Changyang City, attending a banquet of aristocratic families. According to the wishes of the military advisor, the Che family has a daughter who is planning to marry Huang Zhizhou."
Chang Sheng smiled and said, "Chehu has been escorted all the way with merit. It's a matter of course."
"Military advisor, is it possible that you still can't trust Huang Zhizhou?"
"How can you trust it? So what if you can't trust it?" Chang Sheng closed his eyes slightly, "In this world, all I see is profit. Huang Zhizhou entered Chongqing along the way and killed 219 soldiers of Western Shu and seriously injured Shu general Han Jiu. , and in the end, he also killed Cao Hong, the leader of the Night Owls."
"Do you know who Cao Hong is? He was the commander of the Tiger Hall of the young Marquis of Daji. This commander was the thought left by the young Marquis to King Xu Shu. It is of great significance, so I chose him."
"In the past four or five days, those Shu spies who were still lurking in Changyang City launched three rounds of assassinations against Huang Zhizhou at all costs. Do you think it is possible for a person like him to return to Shu? To say the least, Even if he wants to go back, those Shu people will never agree."
"There is no way to retreat. He has only one choice left, to stay in Beiyu." Chang Sheng raised his head, his tone filled with expectation.
"Unlike Huo Fu, Huang Zhizhou gives me the feeling that he is eager to spread his fame. This kind of person, if used well, can be a sharp blade."
"Of course, safety comes first. From today on, you will keep an eye on Huang Zhizhou in person. I will promote you to the position of deputy general in the camp so that you can keep an eye on him. Xi Shu has captured Dongling and it is now the territory of ten states. It’s a long road.”
The secret guard commander nodded.
Chang Sheng stood for a while longer, sighed, and turned around to walk to the study.
…
In Yanzhou.
Chang Shiro, who had a dusty face, was wearing a battle armor. He and Chang Wei were squatting on the ground, eating the stove food. Today is the chess piece noodle. Chang Shiro, who has just killed a wave of rebels, is sweating profusely.
"Chang Wei, the taste is weak, vinegar cloth, give me vinegar cloth!"
Without any disdain, Changshiro took the vinegar cloth, dipped it directly into the soup noodles, stirred it, and then continued to eat comfortably.
At this time, several scouts riding from the inner city stopped in front of them.
"See my lord, see General Huwei."
"Speak." Chang Shiro raised his head.
"Iron torture platform secretly reported that the poisonous eagle strategist of Western Shu died at Guxu Pass in Lingren ten days ago. In order to retaliate, all the troops from the front line of Western Shu came out to attack Dongling. The left king of Dongling has already He died in Guxu Pass."
Tsuneshiro frowned and put down the noodle bowl. Chang Wei next to him had tears in his eyes.
"Is the news true?"
"Lord, it's true... The Poisonous Osprey of Western Shu was at the border of Lingzhou, at the Guxu Pass, and was hit by a hidden arrow——"
hold head high!
Changshiro raised his leg and kicked the scout war horse next to him until he foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground.
The scout who spoke hurriedly bowed his head and knelt down.
"I only asked you whether it was true or not, I didn't let you talk about it."
"Go back and tell Chang Sheng, I already know." Chang Shiro picked up the noodle bowl again and took a big bite into his mouth.
The scout apologized and backed away carefully.
"Chang Wei, do you want to eat?"
"Master, Mr. Jia is a good man."
"I'm asking you if you still want to eat noodles?"
"I can't eat any more, Master."
Chang Shiro snatched the noodle bowl from Chang Wei's hand and finished it in a few bites. I thought it was not full enough, so I asked for three more bowls. After three bowls, two more bowls were added.
He sat under the sunset, holding the bowl of noodles, eating and swallowing. He couldn't explain why, but in his heart, he didn't want to go back to the camp to sleep. He always felt that finding something to do, such as eating, was a good choice.
The setting sun in the sky is like blood.
Outside Chengdu, the seventy-mile cemetery is full of people worshiping.
Xu Mu held Xu Qiao's hand and walked quietly to a newly built general temple. In the temple, a stone statue of Jia Zhou is enshrined.
This time, Xu Mu did not listen to Jia Zhou's suggestion, but insisted on building a general temple for Jia Zhou, which stood in the seventy-mile tomb mountain.
"Grandpa Military Advisor, Xu Qiao is here to give you flowers." After all, he is a child. Xu Qiao burst into tears and carefully placed the picked flowers on the altar of the general temple.
Xu Mu was heartbroken. In the past few days, he has been afraid to come over, for fear of seeing things and missing people.
"Father, whose temple belongs to the general?"
Xu Mu turned his head and looked at another general temple standing not far away.
"Lu Xiu, the Tiger of Dingzhou."
"What about the one at the back?"
Xu Mu's voice trembled, "It belongs to your Uncle Dou Tong, and next to him is General Dou Zhong."
The great cause of Xi Shu, countless famous generals have withered along the way. Countless people still knelt on the altar in front of the seventy-mile tomb mountain, crying sadly.
"Father, wuwu... I know this one belongs to my adoptive father Chen Jiaqiao. My name comes from him."
Xu Mu nodded.
Although Chen Jiaqiao died, he still insisted and asked Xu Qiao to worship his adoptive father and remember it for the rest of his life.
Turning his gaze sideways, Xu Mu looked at the general temples one after another. Among them, there were also Xiao Houye's Prince Temple, Lian Yong's Yi Temple, Cao Hong's Zhongyong Temple, Li Zhiqiu and Zhuge Fan's Yixia Temple... …
In Qishili Tomb Mountain, there are many more Shu soldiers, captains, and generals whose bones are buried in the green mountains.
"Xu Qiao, kneel down."
In the mountain breeze, Xu Qiao knelt down and worshiped seriously at the tombs and temples in front of him.
"I, Xu Mu, would like to send you my sincere greetings to all of you who are loyal and brave." Xu Mu also knelt down and bowed in obeisance.
All around, many people also knelt down and shouted to see each other off.
A nation without heroes is like a dark night without lights, and the night will be dark. But after all, there are many people in this world who are unwilling to live in decay, and write a series of legendary stories with their mortal bodies.
