From Zhongjing to Dongcang, it is more than ten thousand miles.
If he wanted to reach it quickly, Yun Siyao could naturally take Chen Luo to fly directly in the wind and fog. But as the future city lord, Chen Luo must understand the transportation routes of ordinary people.
From Zhongjing to Luozhou, turn to the waterway and go north to Leyacheng in Lanzhou, then turn to the land route and continue northward. This is the fastest way for ordinary people to get to Dongcang City.
"At that time, 'Sui Chao' Emperor Yang was born supreme, with twin pupils in his eyes, and was placed high hopes by the human race. Unfortunately, after he ascended the throne, he was arrogant and tried to use the power of luck to attack the semi-saint. He failed and fell into the devil's path. Since then, he has been dissolute and unruly, and he has traveled hundreds of thousands of miles. The canal raised dragon girls, built dragon boat palaces, and had fun every day. In the end, it angered the Star Sea Dragon Clan and was abandoned by the Confucian and Taoist families, which led to the destruction of Sui Dynasty and the birth of a new dynasty."
On the rickety boat, Yun Siyao leaned against the eaves of the boat, listening to the sound of the canal water lapping against the side of the boat. He threw a candied fruit into his mouth and chatted with Chen Luo.
"There was a scholar named Pi from the previous dynasty who once wrote a poem. The teacher said it was quite reasonable."
“This is the river where you will die when you finish your journey.”
"I have been relying on Tongbo for thousands of miles to this day."
"If there is no water palace dragon boat incident,"
"The merits of common saints are not much."
Chen Luo nodded. Even if he is a semi-saint, he only has a few hundred years to endure. He has made a monument without words and allowed future generations to talk about his merits and demerits.
Plant trees for constant shade, and dig rivers for endless flow.
Life is a lifetime, and the vegetation is an autumn. We talk about the value of life when we are alive, and we talk about the meaning of life after we die.
Chen Luo originally thought that his writing a book to pave the way was the meaning, but after he really left Zhongjing City, he felt that the world was so vast and that he should do more and better.
Now when I heard Yun Siyao talking about the Ten Thousand Miles Grand Canal, my pride rose for a moment, and I unconsciously began to think about comparisons.
Then let’s start from Dongcang City.
Chen Luo looked at the north, where the fishing fires were swaying under the night sky, and breathed out gently.
"Seeing the fishing lanterns in the dark moon,"
"Lonely light, firefly."
"Slight breeze and waves,"
"Scattered stars fill the river."
Luo Hongnu, who was peeling oranges for Chen Luo, moved his hands. Yun Siyao, who was leaning lazily, looked at Chen Luo, with a flash of light in his eyes.
Later generations' "Dongcang City Records" records: When Shengchu left the capital, he felt that the overall situation was like a dark night, and the heroes were like shining solitary lamps. I wish to rise up by the wind and waves and scatter stars in the night sky. Shi Gong said: From now on, when talking about young people with great ambitions, it must be said that "a single lone lamp fills the river with stars"!
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Northern Territory, Yuanzhou.
Three hundred cavalry galloped on the snow-covered northern defense line, and everyone's face was filled with snow.
This is a mighty man from Yuanzhou.
Since the report was published, they understood the charm of "Zhao Yun" from "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", and soon received an order from the Wanren Mountain Weiwu Mansion, ordering him to select three hundred powerful soldiers from the soldiers who had understood the "charm". Scholars, go to Wanren Mountain.
As a son of the Zhong family, he also received a letter from the Zhong family.
In that letter to his family, Zhong Qifang learned that in the reports of heroic inspirations from the battlefield reported from various places, those who mentioned "Zhao Yun" were all powerful men, and the Minister of War paid special attention to them.
Whether the mighty men can survive depends on whether this group of people can pass the assessment of the "God General Camp".
But Zhong Qixin felt uneasy. During these times, he and his compatriots had been connected with each other in a charming way, condensing the shadow of the general on the white horse and silver armor.
However, he did not act like the rumored "Guan Yu", like a god descending to earth, riding his horse forward and beheading the enemy, but stayed on top of his own military formation.
I don’t know if it’s just my group of people or if it’s the same for everyone.
It doesn’t make sense. Are there any conditions required?
During this period, Zhong Qifang listened to various suggestions from his subordinates, including bloodletting, shouting, and even trying to hold a piglet in each of his arms, but none of them had any effect.
Do you really need to hold a child?
It's better not to let go of this battle formation heroic spirit!
Hesitating in his heart, the deputy general stepped forward: "General, ten miles ahead is the Snow Castle."
Zhong Qifang nodded: "Enter the fort to repair for an hour, then continue on the way."
"yes!"
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Wanren Mountain.
Standing on the observatory, Han Qingzhu looked far into the distance, with green light flashing in his eyes. His vision crossed the limit and saw the red clouds.
That is not under the heaven, but the sky of the barbarians.
That red cloud is the condensed blood that is naturally released when the barbarians gather in large numbers.
King Bei's prediction was accurate. The barbarians had already launched a full-scale exploratory attack.
The purpose is simple. The human race will fine-tune the position of the Great Wall of Righteousness every once in a while, and use this to trick the barbarians several times. Therefore, the barbarians would test out the specific distribution of the Great Wall of Righteousness before launching a large-scale attack.
"There is news from Zhongjing that Chen Luo has gone north." North King Xin Jiaxuan suddenly appeared and said calmly.
"It's good to come to the north!" Han Qingzhu smiled softly, "Zhongjing is just a muddy pond. Look at the thousands of streets and squares, they are just chains and iron locks. In this world, it is just a place where dragons are trapped. "
"Only when this kid leaves Zhongjing can he have the opportunity to fly like a dragon in the sky."
"I have to say that Bamboo Sage is a good teacher. Every step he takes as a disciple is carefully planned and tempered."
"Although the north is the front line, the will of the saints is focused, and the Liang Fang family does not dare to make any small moves."
"That kid is also a naughty guy. He chose Dongcang City unexpectedly. It is obviously in the hinterland of the front line, but it won't face the direct impact of the barbarians. It is a good place. Let's see if we can run it."
The corner of Beiwang Na Gujing Wubo's mouth also smiled slightly: "In this way, it will be more convenient for us to urge the book."
Han Qingzhu nodded: "I have sent a military order to Yang Hanzi of Tianbo City in Yuanzhou to build an additional transmission channel to connect Tianbo City and Dongcang City."
"Ignoring other books, "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" will be of great benefit to the war situation and cannot be ignored!"
"Yang Hanzi plans to form a battalion of people who are good at shooting, to fight against the enemy in war, and to write books in their spare time."
"If there are any more heart-wrenching chapters, I will fly an arrow thousands of miles and nail it to the wall of Dongcang City to see if he is afraid of the child!"
Xin Jiaxuan laughed dumbly, suddenly remembered something, and asked: "How is the mighty man?"
Having said this, Han Qingzhu also suppressed his smile, frowned slightly, and shook his head: "There are already nine hundred powerful men, but in the battle, the dragon shadow just refused to move forward. Finally, it was released The barbarian prisoners were charged and killed by the mighty men."
"I really can't see any use."
Xin Jiaxuan also looked puzzled: "It doesn't make sense. Judging from the heroic spirits such as Guan Yu, Xiahou Dun, and Sun Ce, Zhao Yun should be a charging general. How could he stand still? Could there be other requirements?"
Han Qingzhu shook his head: "I don't know. Let's ask Chen Luo after he settles down."
After saying that, he sighed again: "Only a mighty man can understand Zhao Yun Yingling. If it is useless, the mighty man may become his last song."
Xin Jiaxuan also looked heavy and disappeared directly.
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Snowstorm Castle.
After casually finishing the pancake in his hand, he drank two sips of water, and then walked to his mount. A wave of awe-inspiring righteousness emanated from his body and entered in front of his mount.
The mount of the mighty man is the Thunder Horse unique to the Northern Territory. It is said that there is a trace of the blood of barbarian beasts in his body, so he is not afraid of the impact of barbarian energy and blood, and dares to confront the barbarian army.
Every powerful man can get a thunder horse when he is young, and nourish it with his own awe-inspiring righteousness. He is inseparable, and he is a real brother who is inseparable in life and death on the battlefield.
In the Northern Territory, killing Ben Leiju is the same crime as murder.
"Man, I'll feed you well when we get to Wanren Mountain." Zhong Qifang patted Benleiju. Their military rations were replaced by low-grade ones. Naturally, Benleiju's horse food was not as good as before. Looking at Benleiju, Lei Ju put his head into the manger and munched on the fodder for ordinary foals, making Qi Qi feel sad for no reason.
Suddenly, the ears of the galloping thunder pricked up, and it raised its head to look to the north of Snow Wind Castle. Seeing its reaction, Zhong Qi was shocked. Almost at the same time, the guarding master's tongue-splitting spring thunder came from Snow Wind Castle. Sound: "Barbarians are attacking!"
All of them ran out of the stable and shouted: "Zhuangwei camp! Assemble!"
…
"The enemy is about 700 Xuanzi troops..." The guarding master quickly said to everyone, "We have 1,600 Confucian scholars in Snow Castle, and we can still fight. Everyone, go down and prepare to meet the enemy."
"Wait a minute!" Zhong Qifang walked into the garrison tent and frowned slightly, "Fortmaster Liu, among the 1,600 Confucian scholars you mentioned, it seems that you didn't include my 300 mighty men, right?"
The guarding master looked at the seeds blooming and explained: "Our Snow Castle can handle this battle without any need for external aid. The military order is for you to quickly go to Wanren Mountain. You can leave."
"Liu Renhou, have you ever seen an army that ran away to avoid fighting?" Zhong Qida was furious, "Are you looking down on powerful men like us?"
"Let the seeds bloom, don't be ignorant!" Liu Renhou slapped the table and stood up, "When you show your strength, you can't save three out of ten. You have a heavy responsibility on your shoulders when you go to Wanren Mountain, how can you fail in this snowy castle like mine? ?”
"What's more, my father is also a mighty man!"
"You have to prove that a mighty man is still mighty!"
Hearing Liu Renhou's last words, Zhong Qifang hesitated slightly, turned his head, looked at the many team leaders in the military tent, and sighed: "Even if you win against the seven hundred Xuanzi barbarians, there are only a few of them." A living person."
"If I wait and charge forward, at least three to five hundred more people will survive."
"What about you?" One of the team leaders chuckled, "Three hundred mighty men in exchange for three hundred ordinary Confucian scholars? Didn't we lose money?"
"General Zhong, don't talk too much. Move quickly, move quickly! Don't interfere with us waiting to meet the enemy."
Zhong Qifang looked at Liu Renhou and snorted coldly: "My department is not under your jurisdiction."
“A man of great strength is truly dead when he sees his enemy and runs away.”
After saying that, Zhong Qifang opened the curtain of the military tent and walked out.
Outside the military tent, there was a loud sound of galloping hooves.
Everyone looked at Liu Renhou, who sighed: "With General Zhong as the core, cooperate with the Zhuangwei Battalion!"
"yes!"
…
The wind and snow are falling.
Three hundred mighty battalions were arrayed in the north. They were silent and seemed to be gathering strength.
A black cloud appeared on the snow line and quickly approached the Snow Wind Castle.
In the blink of an eye, the black cloud reached a position where he could clearly see it, a group of barbarian warriors wearing black furs.
The wolf-shaped beast that sat down had a huge mouth, and streams of saliva dripped along the way.
"Black Cloud Barbarian!" Zhong Qifang breathed out gently, he was an old rival.
The black cloud barbarians are the most common attacking type among the barbarian armies. They are dressed in black skins and have wolf beasts under them. They are the barbarian army that powerful men often fight against.
"Three hundred feet! Meet the enemy!" Zhong Qifang shouted, and the mighty man behind him was full of righteousness, wrapping himself and the galloping horse underneath him.
"Strong power!"
Zhong Qifang took the lead in riding forward, and three hundred warriors rushed towards the black cloud barbarians.
Liu Renhou stood on the city wall of Snow Wind Castle, as if he saw a white lightning piercing the black curtain. The Confucian scholars chanted poems about righteousness and war, condensed attacks one after another, and followed the mighty men to attack the black cloud barbarians.
"When Zhuangwei goes into battle, he will not save three out of ten!" Liu Renhou sighed. This time, he was afraid that his entire army would be annihilated.
"No matter what, we must rescue General Zhong!" Liu Renhou thought in his heart, raising his awe-inspiring righteousness and being ready to take action at any time.
Suddenly, Liu Renhou's pupils shrank, as if he saw something weird.
At this time, Zhong Qi Fang was rushing towards the black cloud barbarians, listening to the whistling wind in his ears, looking at the ugly faces of the barbarians in front of him, and clenched the weapon in his hand.
A strong and mighty man is one who can kill Confucian scholars, that is, a man who can fight hand-to-hand with barbarians.
"Strong power!"
Shouts were heard one after another, and at this moment, everyone was determined to fight to the death.
Repeatedly, silver-white divine energy emanated from the bodies of the three hundred mighty men, and finally a shadow of a heroic spirit with white horses and silver spears condensed above the military formation.
Zhao Yun!
At this time, the shadow was floating above the military formation, and it also rode along with the military formation.
Zhong Qifang and others are not surprised by this, it was the same before.
Just at the moment when the two armies were fighting, a sudden change occurred.
The white horse under Zhao Yunxuying's seat suddenly stood up and neighed, and an angry shout rang in the ears of all the mighty men.
"I am Changshan Zhao Zilong!"
The phantom suddenly fell into the formation, and a shadow of Zhao Yun appeared next to every mighty man, protecting the mighty men and fighting alongside them!
Zhong Qi felt happy and instantly understood that this shadow of Zhao Yun would only arouse fighting spirit when he charged into the formation. The condensed phantom protects the mighty warriors and greatly enhances the mighty warriors' defense power. They move forward indomitably and are invincible.
"Mighty!" Zhong Qifang raised his head and shouted, his voice full of joy.
"Mighty!" Three hundred people shouted in unison.
…
The formation of seven hundred black cloud barbarians was not thick, only a dozen feet or so. In the blink of an eye, all the seeds were blasted through it.
Turning the horse's head, the shadow of Zhao Yun is still there.
"Magnificent!" Zhong Qifang led his men and charged towards the black cloud barbarian again...
…
After seven in and seven out, there was no longer a living black cloud barbarian outside the Snow Wind Castle.
Zhao Yun's shadow disappeared.
In this battle, 700 Black Cloud Barbarians and Zhuangwei Camp were completely wiped out, with 120 minor injuries and 36 serious injuries, and no one died!
Zhong Qifang was covered in blood, and his left hand was broken at some point and bent unnaturally.
He looked at the corpses of the black cloud man on the ground, and a huge mountain in his heart suddenly collapsed, and his thoughts became clear.
He suddenly looked up and laughed:
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
"A mighty man will never die!"
"Mighty man, mighty!"
The sound shook the sky!
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