At this moment, Wen Ya understood, he understood everything.
He thought that Chu Qing was a sharp sword in the hands of the emperor. After the emperor ascended the throne, he firmly established himself on the throne and began to eliminate those aristocratic families. But Chu Qing would inevitably end up being cooked by a cunning rabbit and a lackey, after all, he had offended so many people.
But now he understands that Chu Qing is not a sharp sword in the hands of the emperor, but a big guillotine. This big guillotine is specially used to cut down the chaos in the country!
In the capital, the aristocratic families and courtiers were too rampant, so Chu Qing gave them a slap in the face.
In Beibianguan, Liang Rong was too rampant, so Chu Qing gave them a chop.
Now, of course it’s Donghai’s turn!
Saya ran away and ran towards Chu Qing. Wen Ya wanted to understand one thing and then she understood everything.
Sword and guillotine are two different concepts.
The former requires skills and concerns.
The latter is simple, crude and effective.
Today, the prince is a general, so he uses a guillotine, and the cunning rabbit is dead and the lackey is cooking. It should not appear, because the prince calls Chu Qing Master Chu.
The emperor had two sons, and it had profound meaning for him to worship Chu Qing as his disciple.
Wen Ya could tell that Changxian was really respectful to Chu Qing. This kind of respect was more like a junior treating an elder, a very deep dependence, not just a simple relationship between a student and a teacher.
So the question is, the emperor only has two sons. If the emperor wants to kill Chu Qing in the future, how will King Langya handle himself?
Therefore, the emperor has never thought of using Chu Qing, let alone the idea of cooking him to death. If he did, there would be a gap between King Langya, the emperor, and the prince. How could the emperor not think of this? , I don’t want to, it is precisely because this big guillotine will strike forever.
After a second thought, I thought of the blank imperial edict, which gave me military power, the blank imperial edict, and countless silver coins. This is no longer a question of trust or distrust. The Chang Dynasty has been under the rule of Zuo for more than a hundred years. How could there have been such a minister?
Quickly running to Chu Qing, Wen Ya decided not to hide anything anymore, and revealed all her cards, letting Chu Qing know what kind of person Wen Ya was, let alone using Chu Qing, Chu Qing could use him. Wen Ya even thought that the Wen family's ancestral tomb spewed fire.
Chu Qing, who was squatting next to the tree and warming himself by the fire, raised his eyebrows and looked at the excited Wen Ya with a look of displeasure on his face: "What?"
"The last general...the last general is the one who can be used."
Chu Qing was happy: "What a useful method."
"There will be some in the end, Dudu, no!"
Chu Qing's smile grew stronger.
Fu San next to him also smiled.
The third brother showed a smart look in his eyes. He had a premonition that Wen Ya would be slapped in the face.
"What do you have that I don't have?" Chu Qing half-smiled but said, "Hundreds of gan'er smashed?"
Wen Ya was a little embarrassed.
Chu Qing was squatting, looking up at him. He should stand. That's not the case. Squat down. It seemed quite rude.
After thinking about it, Wen Ya still squatted down and said very solemnly: "Strategy to fight against the Japanese thieves."
"oh."
Just like that, Chu Qing waved his hand: "Go away."
Wen Ya was dumbfounded, but she was dumbfounded for just a second or two before she realized what she was doing.
Because he realized that what Chu Qing wanted was not to fight against the Japanese thieves, but to destroy the country and their species.
He wanted to defend, but Chu Qing wanted to attack. The person attacking was indeed not very interested in defending.
That's the truth, Chu Qing is indeed not interested.
The best defense is offense. Many people know this sentence, and Chu Qing also knows that what he wants to solve is the fundamental problem, not passive defense.
Besides, if we want to defend, do we still need you? With this group of friends, anyone can defend. The so-called defense is very simple. It just means spending money. Building big ships, training guards, and building coastal defense towers is enough.
Because the guards were pirates, not the regular army of Japanese pirates. If you just threw the blank imperial edict and the banknotes to Nangong Ping, and paired up with Chen Yan and Cao Hu for Nangong Ping, you could guard them for the rest of your life.
Nangong Ping is responsible for governing the people and the economy, Cao Hu is responsible for the military force, and Chen Laojiu is responsible for cleaning up the family. This combination is enough to "defend", so there is no need for Chu Qing to come to the East China Sea in person.
Seeing Chu Qing die, no one would care about her. Wen Ya knew that the chance might only be once.
Taking a deep breath, Wen Ya prepared to let Chu Qing get to know herself again step by step, step by step, first to make Chu Qing interested in herself.
With a hint of arrogance on her face, Wen Ya said loudly: "The last general is a sharpshooter. He can shoot through the poplars with a hundred steps. He can shoot the enemy's generals on boats!"
"Oh." Chu Qing lowered his head: "he-tui."
Xiao Yi ran over from a distance: "A sharpshooter, how can there be a sharpshooter?"
Chu Qing said happily: "This guy says he is a marksman. I think A Yi, you can shoot better than him. Please shoot."
Xiao Yi glanced at Wen Ya, then took off the long bow he was carrying, looked around, then opened the bow and pulled the string very casually, and the arrows flew out. The next second, a torch on the beach was extinguished. .
Wen Ya turned her head and blushed.
Xiao Yi took out the naan cake from his arms and took a few bites: "Is there anything else?"
"No more, 886."
Chu Qing waved his hand, and A Yi ran away, continuing to brag with Cao Hu and the others.
"Dudu." Wen Ya, with a blushing old face, said quickly: "His shooting skills are indeed amazing, but what's the use of him alone? I have boat archers in Jiao camp, and there are hundreds of boat archers, all of them are good..."
Before he finished speaking, Fu San lowered his head and picked up the divine arm crossbow at his feet, lit the arrow, cocked it, and pulled it gently, the arrow shot into the night sky like a meteor.
There was no way to measure the distance, but Wen Ya knew that she had been slapped in the face for the second time.
Just now, many Tanma had fired their divine arm crossbows to intimidate Wang Tianyu's younger brother, but they all shot into the water and downwards. The distance could not be measured and the power could not be seen.
Only now did Wen Ya realize how childish and ridiculous the so-called boat archers were in front of such a big crossbow.
Fu San put the divine arm crossbow back and said nonchalantly: "We brought out of the capital a thousand crossbows. If it's not enough, Lao Mo can ask the army to make another thousand crossbows within a month. If we have enough manpower, three thousand It’s not impossible.”
Wen Ya lowered her head, as shy as a little daughter-in-law, and her heart was pounding wildly. What would happen if the boat archers had such a large crossbow? When a gang fights at sea, the Japanese thieves are nothing!
After a moment, Wen Ya suddenly raised her head again, her eyes shining: "General, the general is fast, Dudu doesn't know something. For coastal defense military affairs, you can't rely on flags and orders, and you can't rely on smoke. Especially in autumn and winter, you can only rely on the sea. Running wildly on the sand to deliver orders, the last general's feet are faster, and the troops under his command are faster, to convey military orders..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a "whistle", and as soon as the light and shadow rushed past Wen Ya, Wen Ya looked confused. If a strong wind hadn't blown by, he would have thought he was hallucinating.
Just as he was about to continue speaking, there was another "snap" and a figure flashed past.
But this time, accompanied by laughter like silver bells, there was also the shouting of Princess Qingyang.
"Cousin, cousin, look, it's Laoleng, Laoleng, Laoleng, flying in the air with a fish in his mouth..."
Wen Ya looked like she had seen a ghost in the day.
What was that... just now?
"What the hell is this?" Chu Qing shouted at Qingyang who was running in the distance: "That's an eagle. It keeps chattering with its big tongue every day. Run slowly and don't get too full of sea breeze."
Wen Ya swallowed a sip of saliva, looked at Fu San, and asked cautiously: "The person who just flew over... and ran over, was it a human?!"
"Anything else, keep talking." Fu San smiled, waiting to see how bored Wen Ya was being slapped in the face: "Speak quickly, one by one."
