Sun.
Suiyang.
The recruitment teams of more than 20 people returned to their respective barracks.
After taking off their armor and lying on the kang, they recalled the exciting scene of going to the kitchen and receiving six steamed buns each. The young host and the swarthy boy were still very excited.
People are very strange. For example, their daily ration is nine steamed buns, three at Yin hour, two at noon, and three at Hai hour. Today, they ate three as ordered in the morning, but because they were not assigned any tasks at noon, they waited until midnight in the evening to eat six at once. Holding six heavy black steamed buns, each of the more than 20 teenagers had red faces and high spirits. , not in a hurry to eat, just holding it, complaining about being hungry just now, seem to have collectively forgotten about it, as if the steamed buns don’t need to be eaten, just looking at them can fill their stomachs.
After laughing for a while, more than 20 teenagers began to chew slowly and happily returned to their respective barracks. The two young masters also returned to their barracks. They had already eliminated four of their own rations on the way, and hid the remaining two in their arms, waiting for the midnight snack. After drinking some more cold water, I felt a little stronger. Just thinking about it like this, the two teenagers lay on the kang and chatted wordlessly.
Everyone else in the barracks is not here at the moment, and they should still be changing defenses at the top of the city. I asked around on the way back and found that there was no big fight today. The rebels outside the city were probably killed by the Mo Dao camp led by General Yao the day before yesterday. They were still cowering in fear today. They just sent a few scouts from a distance. Inquire. When the young master and his team were cleaning the battlefield yesterday, they made a rough count and found that 17 people died on our side, and more than 300 died on the other side. The battle the day before yesterday was fought very quickly. Faced with more than a thousand invading thieves, more than a hundred old soldiers from Modao Battalion jumped out of the ambush, chopping melons and vegetables, just like a cup of tea. They overthrew hundreds of people. The thieves were beaten and ran away, leaving behind their companions with swords and guns, and ran away without end. General Yao and his party did not pursue them. After a quick battle, they took their injured brothers and picked up the ones that had lost their masters. Seventeen Mo Dao returned to the city from the secret passage.
This battle probably frightened the thieves. After all, the Mo Dao camp’s blitzkrieg had not appeared for almost a month. The cold light of the Mo Dao was more terrifying to the enemy than the soul-locking hook with an ox-headed horse face. , coupled with the way it appears like a divine weapon descending from the sky, it makes the enemy tremble with fear.
The opponent is Mo Daoying. This is not the scariest thing. If I see your Mo Dao from afar, I won't go to the head office. At worst, I will just run away. If I can't beat you, I can't run away from you. But Suiyang's Mo Dao is particularly terrifying. It's extremely powerful and hard to deal with, but the scariest thing is that you don't know why those blood-sucking Mo Dao suddenly appear in front of you.
Yes, that's right, it seems to suddenly appear out of thin air. One moment, your troops are on full alert and cautiously advancing forward. The next moment, those swordsmen appear out of nowhere and suddenly slash your neck. , this kind of inability to guard against is the most fatal, and it is even more devastating and terrifying.
The one who attacked Suiyang City outside the city was General Yin Ziqi, under the new rebel emperor An Qingxu. This man was not a drunkard, he was one of the top ten generals. Many famous generals of the Tang Army were defeated by this man. in hands. But Yin Ziqi didn't expect that when he arrived in this small Suiyang, he originally planned to storm the city that could be taken in one month, but he persisted for more than seven months. He had an army of 120,000 tigers and wolves, and in seven months They couldn't defeat Suiyang, which had less than 10,000 defenders. It was okay at first, as the opponent was in a desperate situation and I was new here, so it was reasonable to break up the numbers. However, after more than three months of fighting, I had killed more than 30,000 people, and I didn't even get to the city wall. Pass. The new emperor already had some objections, and with the gossips from the bastards in the court who were skinning and lighting lamps, his face was almost lost to his crotch. Yin Ziqi endured his anger and no longer looked down upon the little magistrate named Zhang Xun who guarded Suiyang City.
I was careless and didn’t dodge!
After suffering a huge loss, Yin Ziqi learned from the pain. He re-formulated the siege plan, read through military books, studied with his generals and staff to formulate countless siege strategies, and built various siege equipment. He never thought that it would be another time. More than two months have passed, and nearly 20,000 people have entered, but the damn Suiyang City has still not been captured. Now let alone the court of the new emperor, everyone knows that his old face has been completely lost in Suiyang. It has been properly pocketed by his crotch. I am afraid that it will be lost in his lifetime. It can't be pulled out.
In the past, he thought that his friend Linghu Chao, who was beaten to a disgrace by Zhang Xun, was just a fool. Forty thousand people could not beat the opponent's more than three thousand. Now it seems that he was really wronged. It wasn't his teammates who were too pigs, but his opponents who were too awesome. .
Sun Tzu's "The Art of War and Planning for Attack" has this to say: "This is why the method of using troops is to encircle it if it is ten, to attack it if it is five, to fight if it is doubled, to divide the enemy, to defend it if it is few, to avoid it if it is weak." Therefore, if the small enemy is strong, the big enemy can be captured."
This article was the one he had thought about the most in the past few months. Yin Ziqi was wondering why he had studied it so thoroughly, and according to the military manual, the usual invincible tactics would not work when Zhang Xun came here. Is it because the military manual was wrong or because of himself? Didn’t you understand it right? It took Yin Ziqi seven months to figure this out.
"What kind of person is this Zhang Xun?"
Yin Ziqi now particularly wanted to get into Zhang Xun's mind to see what extraordinary abilities this little county magistrate had and how he accomplished this impossible task. He has a force of 120,000 tigers and wolves. On the contrary, according to intelligence reports, Zhang Xun's garrison has less than 10,000 troops. Although the opponent relies on the high ground of Suiyang City and the deep canals, they have been fighting for more than seven months and have lost tens of thousands of lives. They have filled the moat, but the opponent's defenders still have less than 10,000 troops. Are they all made of iron? Won't they all die? Aren't you afraid of death? Aren't you tired? Aren't you hungry? I have 120,000 mouths and eat countless rations every month. Isn’t it said that half of the food in the city has been allocated? Don’t those people eat rice and only dirt? And we are obviously the stronger party, so why can the food and grass be burned by the other party under our own eyes? Can your own camp be penetrated by the opponent again and again? Is your command barracks withdrawn again and again? Last month, more than 10,000 people rushed to harvest wheat. Did they take strict precautions, or were they set on fire in the back? And the day before yesterday, more than a thousand carefully selected people were suddenly killed by the opponent from behind the team. Aren't these people human? Do you know the legendary earth magic? There are too many questions in my mind that I can't figure out. The staff officers and generals in the shogunate have all become losers. They are as smart as monkeys on weekdays, but at this moment, a small county magistrate has been beaten into disgrace. Loss of face.
Yin Ziqi felt that it was so difficult, so I didn’t want to lose face. The new emperor can send his henchmen eight times a day to supervise battles. Am I so shameless? When has my majestic Yin Ziqi been so humiliated? Even Shi Siming, the first general of Dayan, could not have beaten me so painfully. The little city of Suiyang has suffered such a coward. Zhang Xun, you are like an ant. Little county magistrate, are you sent down by God specifically to humiliate me? When I capture Suiyang, I will cut you into thousands of pieces and affront me to such a shame and humiliation!
The two teenagers chatted for a while. It was getting darker and darker, and several people from the shift also came back. They were noisy and talking about today's war. Some brothers who came back from the wounded barracks said that among the dozen brothers who came back with injuries from the lightning and bloody battle the day before yesterday, four of them could not be saved because they were too seriously injured, plus the seventeen who were injured the day before yesterday. , a total of twenty-one Mo Dao have lost their owners. It is said that General Nan will come down personally tomorrow to choose new owners for these twenty-one Mo Dao.
Everyone was particularly interested in this news, and they all gathered around the brothers who were visiting the wounded barracks to inquire. It was obvious that everyone had thoughts about the vacant Mo Dao, but no one felt sorry for the previous Mo Dao owner who died. pity. Because in everyone’s perception, it is common sense that the master of a Mo Dao must die in front of the sword. Every Mo Dao needs to prepare for one life per year from the day it is forged to the four years it takes to be polished. Therefore, from the moment a Mo Dao is put on the battlefield until it is shattered and destroyed, if it does not kill four people, then the sword has no soul and cannot be called a real Mo Dao. Therefore, the Mo Dao also has its own nickname.
"Magic Knife".
Of course, being the master of Mo Dao is something that can be talked about for a lifetime. In the Tang army, only the top few have this honor. Not only must you have amazing physical strength, but you must also be proficient in sword skills, and you must also be excellent in archery, horse riding, and archery. In short, you must become the master of a Mo Dao. It must be one in a million.
I wonder which soldier doesn’t want to be number one and be looked down upon by others! The young master's barracks are currently discussing who has the ability to take over as the Mo Swordsman.
"I'll carry a Mo Dao back tomorrow!"
The conversation among everyone in the barracks was suddenly silenced by this voice. Everyone followed the voice and looked at the young master who stood up. The young master who was stared at by dozens of pairs of eyes did not dodge at all, he just stood up straight. On the kang. He opened his mouth, stared at everyone and said louder:
"I will go tomorrow to carry the Mo Dao!"
Seeing the young master who suddenly had a seizure, everyone was stunned for a moment and then burst into laughter.
"Damn it, is this kid starving?"
Someone asked the people around them, holding their stomachs and pointing at this ignorant boy.
"You're making me laugh to death. You don't even have hair yet and you want to carry Mo Dao? You're really going to make me laugh to death..."
The crowd's teasing finally made the newborn calf feel a little at a loss. The dark-skinned boy embarrassedly pulled his companion's clothes with his hands and told him to sit down quickly and stop making jokes. The young master was also stubborn. He waved his hand and knocked away the hand held by his companion. He blushed and said:
"Why don't I dare to think about it, young master? They can carry it, why can't I?"
"How many bows can you shoot? Can you ride a horse? Have you ever learned sword skills? Do you know what Mo Dao looks like?"
Old Xu, who had diarrhea in the morning, asked these questions while holding back his laughter. The young master who slowly calmed down listened to Lao Xu’s question and replied while thinking:
"Of course I can ride a horse, and I have also practiced swordsmanship. In Yongqiu City, General Nan used the Modao before. I have seen it and know how to use it! As for the bow, I can shoot eight and a half swords now. I will practice it later. If you practice, you might be able to open a stone!"
The young master replied a little stiffly. His current full strength was only seven dou, and he would not be able to reach eight dou even if he pushed himself to death. However, in order to suppress these people, he lied a little. Anyway, there is no way to really measure it at this time, so let’s not fight for steamed buns. Fighting for breath, who made them look down on themselves.
Sure enough, the young man's answer calmed these people, and their teasing was much quieter. Some others were a little unconvinced, thinking that the boy was bragging, so they said unconvinced:
"You are the only one who can shoot an eight-bow bow? And a half? Do you think we are all idiots who don't know anything? Only a blacksmith can shoot a eight-bow bow. That's already the strongest among us. Are you better than a gunsmith? How strong is a blacksmith who has been working hard for half his life?"
The blacksmith in this man's mouth is a stocky middle-aged man, in his forties. Before joining the army, he was a clerk in a blacksmith shop. His arms are as thick as tree trunks. He has always been the person with the highest strength in their barracks. In the army, strength is the biggest criterion that determines a person's fighting ability. When two people fight, you hit me ten times, and if I can't stand it, I hit you once. You can shoot seventy steps with your bow, and I can shoot a hundred steps. Who do you think will live and who will die? Those fierce generals who have been famous since ancient times can be compared with ten on the battlefield. Which one is not big and strong, full of strength!
The blacksmith didn't quite believe that this young man, who was about the same age as his own son, was stronger than him. Although he knew that this boy had learned kung fu, no matter how good you were in kung fu, since you hadn't grown up yet, your strength would definitely not be as strong as that of an adult. What's more, I have been swinging a hammer weighing more than 10 kilograms for more than 20 years.
Everyone also agreed with that person's opinion. After being suggested by him, they all questioned the young man's words. The topic of everyone's conversation has also shifted from Mo Dao to strength. Everyone's words and words made everyone feel that the young man People are a bit far-fetched and like to talk big.
This puts the Young Master's family in a difficult situation. If you want to argue, you may have made a mistake in your calculations and forgot that there happens to be a live scale man next to you who can inspect the goods. Admit bragging, and then you won't be able to get away with it in the future. It's really a dilemma. These people around me are really hateful. I don’t know if Rang Yi Rang, a child like me, can get away with it in a blink of an eye. I have to be honest about this.
Everyone just wants to be more true about this. There were frequent wars outside the city, and they could see their brothers falling almost every day. Although they became numb after watching too much, this depressing atmosphere kept getting heavier and heavier on their chests. They were not afraid that they would fight tomorrow. Death, they are afraid that it will be their brothers who die in battle tomorrow. Those brothers who were still quarreling and arguing with them in the morning were chattering and arrogant. By the afternoon, they would probably be dead with their heads mutilated and their eyes still open. They had experienced that feeling of loneliness and abandonment too many times. So it's rare to have such a stupid young man, why not have a little fun, play for a while, and see who can have enough fun.
There were more and more joking around, the young master's face became redder and redder, and his retorts became softer and softer. Just when the young master was about to surrender, the swarthy boy finally couldn't help but speak.
"He can really drive eight and a half buckets..."
The swarthy boy's words once again silenced everyone, and everyone focused their attention on the black charcoal head who blocked the knife for his brother. This Hei Tantou named Er Xiao usually doesn't talk much. He is a bit honest and dull, and he is steady and reliable in his work. Everyone still trusts him. Seeing him say this, everyone was a little unsure for a while. They didn't know that this child was solving problems for their friends. The rescue is indeed a matter of fact.
Everyone murmured, not knowing whether to believe it or not. Don’t believe it, what these two kids said is true. Even though they are young, their bodies are no worse than their adults. It is said that they have practiced kung fu since they were young, and they also follow the same rules in daily training. They are generally the same. But if you want to believe it, that's a bit ridiculous. Eight and a half fights. I heard that the standard for the military examination examination is only one stone bow. Will this baby grow up to be like a martial arts examiner? Being a martial arts examiner is not just Mo Dao's one-in-a-million selection. He is truly one-of-a-kind. General Guo Ziyi, who has become famous recently, is said to be a martial arts examiner.
Everyone was really shocked this time. The unconvinced old Xu raised another question:
"How do you prove that he can drive? Don't say that you saw it with your own eyes. You two are brothers. It is not a good way to smooth things over for him."
The swarthy boy looked at everyone and said calmly:
"I can prove it live."
"Oh? How can you prove it on the spot? There are no stone stacks and hard bows here that can allow you to draw on the spot."
"You don't need to use a hard bow to measure with a pile of stones like usual. I have a way." As he spoke, the dark-skinned boy got off the kang. He came to the ground, walked to the blacksmith, and said to the blacksmith respectfully:
"Uncle blacksmith, everyone knows that you can shoot a badou bow, which is amazing. I competed with Shaodongjia that day. He is stronger than me. Let's compare our strength. If I am as strong as you, I can prove to Shaodongjia that You’re not lying, do you think it’s okay?”
After thinking about it, the blacksmith and the others realized that the method suggested by the black charcoal man made some sense, and they were very interested in it. They immediately asked him how to compare it. Wang Erxiao pointed to the table against the wall in the room and said:
"Let's have an arm wrestling match on that table. Can we win two out of three rounds?"
When everyone heard that this was a good idea, they got off the kang one after another and hurriedly cleared the table. The young host pulled the swarthy boy and asked quietly with a little worry:
"Okay ah?"
The swarthy boy replied:
"Try it."
After hearing the answer from his companion, the young master felt even more uncertain. His mind was already running at high speed, thinking about how to clean up the mess and end this embarrassment.
The swarthy boy also came to the table. Everyone was already lined up on both sides, waiting for the two of them to fight and lose. The blacksmith was also in great spirits. He took off his coat, leaving only a lined coat outside the yellowing white silk underwear. Although he had lost a lot of weight due to the reduction in food, the sense of strength forged by more than 20 years of blacksmithing was still obvious. of. The dark-skinned boy also took off his coat, revealing that he was wearing a long white close-fitting shirt. The boy rolled up his sleeves and his arms were whiter than his face. Although he didn't usually look strong, after taking off his clothes, the flesh on his body was also hard. After all, he often had sex. With his bow training and having practiced martial arts since he was a child, he is already outstanding compared to other teenagers of the same age.
The swarthy boy bowed to the blacksmith. The teacher taught him that he should always be humble and polite when facing his elders. Although he is stupid, he still remembers this etiquette.
"Uncle Blacksmith, I'm ready..."
The blacksmith was a rough man and had never studied. He didn't understand the etiquette of scholars very well. When he saw the black boy bowing to him, he didn't know how to return the bow. He waved his hands casually, thinking that he meant it. This nondescript behavior made him a little uncomfortable. Scholars have a lot of rules, that's what the blacksmith was thinking at the moment.
The two people set up their positions, and they were all pumped up, ready to go all out. Seeing that a battle was about to begin, the onlookers also slowed down their breathing, for fear that the sound of breathing in their mouths would be too heavy and affect the two people. A fighting atmosphere.
The oil lamps in the barracks seemed to be affected by this atmosphere at the moment, and the flames were suppressed and lowered than before. The two hands that were separated by a generation were held together like this, holding tightly, life or death could not be distinguished.
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