Border pass, Wangyuan City, Zhizhou Prefecture.
Chu Wensheng tilted his head, dazed.
Qin Lie kicked out some of the officials in the Zhizhou Prefecture.
Qin Laosan carefully held a pen and paper, ready to take notes at any time.
The two of them had just arrived in Wangyuan City and were waiting for Marshal Ma and the generals and lieutenants of each camp to arrive.
Lao Chu didn't bring many followers, he came here just to take over the power of the commander-in-chief.
It's just that when I arrived in Tongcheng before, Lao Chu was a little abnormal. It can't be said that he was not normal. He was just worried about his grown-up son and was out of his mind.
Seeing Lao Chu sitting there silently, Qin Lie asked cautiously: "Uncle Shi, what's wrong with you?"
After calling twice in succession, Lao Chu finally came back to his senses and frowned: "Thinking about something."
"What do you think?"
"It's winter now. It's freezing cold. It's not suitable to lead troops out of the border to kill the Golden Wolf King."
Qin Lie laughed dumbly: "This is natural. Even if we lead troops out of the customs, we have to wait until spring. Spring is already mentioned early. We recruit troops and rectify military affairs. I am afraid that it will be summer, and we will leave the customs in autumn. Sweep across the grassland and return to the pass before winter next year.”
"I can't wait any longer."
Chu Wensheng said angrily: "I don't have that much time to waste time at the border. Qing'er is still in the East China Sea. Those navies are all useless. We can't let Qing'er go wrong again. No, not before the end of the year." , I want the Golden Wolf King’s head!”
Qin Lie was extremely helpless: "But it's winter and the army can't leave the border to fight."
"You are talking nonsense, how can I not know, so I was thinking..."
Chu Wensheng entered the "thinking" mode again, his two thick eyebrows were knitted like Crayon Shin-chan, and he murmured to himself: "You don't need an army to leave the border, but you can also chop off the head of the Golden Wolf King. What should we do?" Do?"
Qin Lie was completely convinced.
Isn't this whimsical? If the army doesn't leave the border, how can we find the Golden Wolf King? We can't let people take the initiative to send their heads over.
Unexpectedly, Chu Wensheng muttered again: "Not only do I want the head of the Golden Wolf King, but I also have to destroy the roots of Liang Rong. If we go to such a bad place in the middle of winter, we will have to hack to death at least 200,000 Liang thieves... Hey, , you have to think about it carefully.”
Qin Lie was stunned for a long time, and then put away the pen and paper. Even though he knew how powerful Lao Chu was, he felt that this was impossible.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he put down the pen and paper, Chu Wensheng laughed: "Yes, let's do it."
"What does Shibo mean?"
"I don't have that much time to waste. I want the Golden Wolf King's head, but I don't want the army to leave the barrier. I don't need the army to leave the barrier, and I can destroy Liang Rong's roots. Okay, let's do it!"
After finishing speaking, Chu Wensheng stood up and turned around, looked at the map, and entered the state of "emptying his mind" again. His soul was wandering in the sky, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.
A hearty laugh came.
"General Chu, I have admired your name for a long time. I have admired your name for a long time. I am here, hahahaha."
Ma Rujing, who was dressed in armor, walked quickly, but Chu Wensheng remained indifferent, as if he didn't hear him.
Qin Lie quickly bent down and saluted: "Commander, don't be surprised. General Chu is like this on weekdays. When he sets a time, he will be indifferent to external things like an old monk in meditation. If I am not neglecting you, Commander, just wait for a moment. After a while, General Chu will naturally apologize to the commander-in-chief."
Ma Rujing didn't react for a moment: "Determine the plan, what plan is it?"
Qin Lie looked slightly embarrassed: "General Chu is thinking about how to take the head of the Golden Wolf King and kill two hundred thousand cold thieves without the army leaving the border."
"Isn't this...isn't this a fucking joke!" Ma Rujing felt that his intelligence had been insulted, and couldn't help shouting: "If he can do it, write my handsome last name backwards!"
Tian Hailong, who was following behind, looked ecstatic.
Happiness, does it come so quickly?
After a few months, the commander is finally going to show off his power again. Not only can he kill the Golden Wolf King, he can also kill at least 200,000 cold thieves. The best thing is, the army does not need to leave the border?
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Traveling almost non-stop day and night, Chu Qing and others finally arrived at Guocheng. They went ahead to scout the horses to report that no Japanese thieves were found near Guocheng. Sheng Zhaojun and Xiao Yi had already brought their people to meet up at Guocheng. He was on the road without taking a break, and he was currently resting.
Guo Cheng was almost on the edge of the beach. When Chu Qing and others arrived, they were all stunned.
In the Dachang Dynasty, the names of many places were extremely deceptive. Chu Qing knew this. For example, Tongcheng in the border area was called a city, but it turned out that it was not as big as a county. Jinge Town was also well-named, and then it was called a village. Similar.
Guocheng also has the word "city", but this city... is not as big as Jinge Town, but it is second in size. It is mainly dilapidated, no, it cannot be said to be dilapidated, it should be said to be in ruins.
The earthen piles were only half a meter high and surrounded three sides, no, it should be two and a half sides, except the side facing the sea.
If Guocheng had a city wall, then these earthen stacks would be the city wall. But if it were a city wall, it would be only half a meter high, and even wild dogs would be unable to guard against it.
The low houses are connected in a patchwork, most of them are open-air. They are all mud houses with almost no bricks and stones. Some of them should collapse and some should be destroyed. They are crookedly connected together. There are about seventy or eighty rooms. There is no life at all. Brother Dajun None of the people who arrived first, including Xiao Yi and others, went in.
For this poor place, let alone a city, any post-war village would be more like a "city" than Guocheng.
In fact, it is true that Guocheng is not a city. It was originally a military garrison with two coastal defense towers. Because it was close to the entrance to the sea, Japanese thieves had a chance to land from here. The garrison guarded the Japanese plundering ships.
Tunbingwei is usually a military camp, but this place is close to the coast. Sa Yazi ran a few steps to the beach. The sea wind was strong and the military tent could not stand. The auxiliary soldiers of Tunbingwei built a "city", and the court also allocated some funds. I didn’t expect to get much money, so many people came to help. The most people who came were the villagers from Guojia Village, and in the end they were called Guo Cheng, which was quite casual.
Except for Wen Ya, the friends looked at each other in confusion. Tao Weiran was here for the first time.
No one expected that Guocheng would be so dilapidated. It took up a lot of space, but it was actually a ruin.
Chu Qing subconsciously looked at Wen Ya, who had a bruised nose and swollen face. He wanted to curse, but couldn't curse a word. He couldn't blame others, he could only blame himself for not asking clearly.
He had long decided to use Shangyundao as his foundation, and the location of Guocheng on the map was really good. It was close to the Tao family's sphere of influence on the left and Hucheng on the right. If a dock and shipyard were to be built here, the wood would be taken. It's also more convenient.
He was surprised before that he didn't see the names of Guo Cheng's parents in the official registration list of Shangyundao in the East China Sea. Now he found out when he went to the place. There are no parents. There are no common people. Who should the parents govern? He governs seagulls. Or manage the small snail account?
In fact, it is also a matter of maps. In ancient times, maps were very sloppy and had different layouts. Draw two lines and it would be considered a river. Next, write the word "river". Draw a square and it would be a city. What is written next to it would be a city. However, judging from the map, Jingcheng and Xiao County are basically the same, and there is no explanation of proportions.
Sighing, Chu Qing felt extremely tired: "After entering...the ruins, let's rest first."
The friends were extremely helpless and led the motley crew off their horses, leading the horses towards the "city" not far away.
"Who is it? Lao Liu, come here."
Chu Qing shouted, and Xiao Zhi looked at Chu Qing, then followed Chu Qing's gaze to Wen Ya, and then slapped Wen Ya on the shoulder: "Dudu is calling you, hurry up and go."
"Last general?"
"Go quickly."
Wen Ya ran over quickly: "Dudu, the general is the eldest son in the family, not Xingliu."
"Stop talking nonsense. Those who are not familiar with it will be called Lao Liu." Chu Qing said angrily: "Now tell me where the Japanese pirate ships will come from, and how to attack them if they attack in an ambush. I want to annihilate them all. Not only do you want their lives, but also their ships. I will give you one chance, now start your performance."
