"Brother, I understand a little bit." Chang Sheng stood in the wind, his voice a little helpless, "In the beginning, why did brother say that King Xu Shu was a strange man. For example, white-armored cavalry, tiger-stepping crossbows... these many things , unheard of before.”
Tsuneshiro sat on the side with a solemn face. The war has reached this point, and Beiyu and Xishu are already fighting fiercely. The soldiers and generals who died in the battle on both sides bear the sorrow of each side.
In this world, there will eventually be a winner.
"Brother, in terms of craftsmanship, I from Beiyu are no less skilled than those from Western Shu."
"Chang Sheng, what do you mean?"
"I already understand the method of heavy cavalry. Otherwise, I, Beiyu, will imitate it and build a heavy cavalry. In the previous war, the Silver Halberd Guards were damaged in the battle, and the Rice Selling Army was also severely damaged. What I am worried about is Xu The King of Shu and the Lame Man will take advantage of the break from fighting to build other elite armies."
"Chang Sheng, do you know who is that person in the iron workshop in Xishu?"
"I know, it's Lao Dao Chen who is forging iron. But don't worry, clan brother, give me some time to gather skilled craftsmen from Beiyu, and I will have my own way to build a heavy army that is not inferior to the white armored cavalry. When I was young, I studied a lot. , even the extremely obscure machine arts, I can figure it out. Therefore, I am confident in imitating the white armor knight."
After listening to Chang Sheng's words, Chang Shiro hesitated for a while, but Chang Shiro did not persuade him again. Regarding the entire Beiyu, except for fighting and fighting, he was almost at ease and left it to Chang Sheng to take care of it, just like Lao Zhongde before.
Looking at his younger brother, who looked a little bored, Chang Shiro couldn't help but laugh, "At the end of the year to worship our ancestors, you and I go back to the ancestral temple together. I can't blame those older people, and they want to accuse me of making you a white-faced scholar who is no more than two or three years old." Years old, but he seems to be ten years older."
"When you join the world and fight, there is no reason to be pure."
"Chang Sheng, do you think our Chang family can become a royal family? Many elders in the clan have asked about this."
Chang Sheng said without hesitation, "Yes. Brother Clan is only one step away from the rest of the world. This step, even if I lift Brother Clan's heel, I will lift it up."
"You want to study, right?"
"Of course it is... When the war is over one day, I will go back to my hometown and study hard. To be honest with my clan brother, my second long-cherished wish for Chang Sheng is to find the second volume of "Qing Ping Lu". If you find it, Come and comfort your life."
"Any clues?"
"After some research, I was brought into Chengdu by a Confucian."
Tsuneshiro closed his eyes and sighed.
Chang Sheng also fell silent. In other words, his two long-cherished wishes did not conflict. As long as Xi Shu was destroyed, everything was possible.
"If not, I'll think of a way and ask someone to send a message——"
"Brother, I will always win, and I need to do it openly and honestly."
The wind blew, causing Chang Sheng's hair to flutter and sway.
"The war has stopped. I will go back to the inner city tomorrow. Many of the old families in Changyang have jumped away because of the unfavorable war." Chang Shiro's voice was muffled. "Sometimes, I find that the path I am walking on, It was not a happy journey.”
"Look at me, your laughter has faded. I, Tsuneshiro, seem to be carrying a lot of things on my back, and they are probably too heavy, which makes me very unhappy."
Silence is always better. He knew what kind of temper his clan brother was like in the beginning.
"The war in Lizhou will be left to you for the time being. In my opinion, Xishu will not dare to fight again in the short term. Let me and the little boss take a breather first."
"Last year at the Winter Festival, I sat in front of the golden statue of Little Tao Tao. I had been drinking for half the night, but I couldn't utter a word."
Changshiro stood up, his breathing a little heavy.
"Brother, from ancient times to the present, heroes should kill the seven emotions and six desires." Hesitating, Chang Sheng spoke carefully.
"Indeed, I was already killing him a long time ago."
Changshiro stretched out, grabbed the pear-shaped silver gun, and kicked Chang Wei who was picking at his feet next to him. The two of them walked forward side by side facing the setting sun.
"Where are you going, young master?"
"Go back to the inner city and find a partner."
"Master, this is not good. A man should not go into the alley of fireworks."
"Okay, boy Chang Wei."
"But I am worried about the young master's safety, and I am willing to risk my life to accompany him."
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Chang Sheng looked up and took a long time to look back. Then he turned his head and looked in the direction of Dawan Pass. His open hand clenched into a fist in an instant.
…
Outside Dingbeiguan, across the river is a Beiyu Walled City.
The front of the walled city. At this time, tens of thousands of civilians were mobilized, carrying earth, mud and glutinous water, and building the city wall in a hurry.
Among them, there are also many soldiers from Beiyu, patrolling and guarding along the river bank. As the headquarters of the Northern Chongqing Route Army, a city gate was built on the bank of the river here, and it has begun to take shape. In less than half a year, it will become the barrier city of Huzhou.
On the walled city, a bearded general from Beiyu was holding his knife and looking down silently. His name is Huang Zhizhou, and he is the commander-in-chief of the Northern Chongqing Route Army.
"General Huang, there is information from the other side. Chai Zong of Dingbeiguan has led his troops back to defend."
Huang Zhizhou frowned.
The voice of the general who was passing the message was pity, "General Huang clearly sent a letter before, but I don't know why the little military advisor refused to agree... If our Northern Route Army takes the opportunity to attack Dingbeiguan, I wonder if it will have a miraculous effect. "
"Don't talk nonsense, the little military advisor has his own considerations." Although he said that, Huang Zhizhou's expression was still caught in the eyes of General Bi, and it was clearly a look of pity.
The more than 30,000 Northern Route Army failed to make any achievements in the Battle of Lizhou.
"My good friend Shen Tu... died in the war. Every time I think about it, my heart aches." Huang Zhizhou had tears in his eyes. "It's a pity that I am in Huzhou and can't escape. Qian Long, could you please go to Lizhou?" , send the candles and fabrics I selected, and the condolence text, to the mourning hall where Shentu died. Then tell General Shentu for me that I, the enemy of killing my friend, I, Huang Zhizhou, will one day defeat the Shu people, and for my friend revenge!"
"I, Huang Zhizhou, will swear by my skin!"
Huang Zhizhou drew his sword, and in front of many generals, his hair flew into the wind.
Filial piety comes first, and parents should not abuse it easily. It can be seen that Huang Zhizhou's move was probably a sign of great determination.
The generals next to him not only looked solemn, but also showed admiration.
Huang Zhizhou raised his head, his voice full of tragedy.
"The death of my old friend, the hatred of Beiyu, my Huang Zhizhou, my Northern Route Army, will definitely be the first to defeat Shu in the future——"
Not long after, there were bursts of echoes around Huang Zhizhou. Among them, there were more than a dozen assistant generals and at least four or five newly promoted generals. When they looked at Huang Zhizhou, they all had a look of perseverance.
But it was quick and fleeting.
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