Ren Cun City.
Due to the melting of the snow, the river was half as wide as the last time Heijia Changzhi and Sha Zha Xiangru crossed the river. The raging river water was like a giant beast roaring, swallowing up everything. Looking at the turbid and swirling river water, Hei Te Changzhi was full of doubts. This sturdy mountain city had changed its owner, and no one knew how the new owner would treat him.
The fine raindrops made the sky become gloomy, and the towers of Rencun City could only be vaguely seen, like tall ghosts. As they got closer, the gloom gradually condensed. The rainwater filled the moat, like a long lake, surrounding the towers guarding the intersection at the foot of the mountain.
Through the heavy rain, Heiji Changzhi discovered that there were thousands of soldiers camped on the hillside. The flags hanging outside the tents were soaked in water and hung on poles, like many drowning cats, and the colors and patterns could not be seen clearly. All he knew was that most flags were gray, and indeed, the whole world seemed gray these days.
Failure is so terrible. No one stands with the loser. There are less than two hundred people behind Hei Te Changzhi and Sha Zha Xiangru. After their defeat that day, there were at least a thousand people around them, but the soldiers seemed to be withered. The leaves left them as if they were separated from the trunk, in small groups. They sent people to recover them, but the people they sent out did not come back either.
"Changzhi, you have to be patient later!" Sha Zha Xiangru warned: "You know Duke Fuxin's temper. He will definitely give us a good look later. Don't be upset!"
"Don't worry, I know our current situation very well! No matter what he says, I will bow and obey!"
"That's good!" Sha Zha Xiangru wiped the rain off his face and smiled: "Fuxin Guild will let bygones be bygones. He needs everyone to deal with the Tang and Silla people now!"
Hei Te Changzhi smiled and said nothing. Losers have no right to choose. There are only two hundred people. All he can do is accept the arrangement of fate.
Just as Sha Zha Xiangru expected, Onimuro Fuxin showed generosity to the two people who came to him from a desperate situation. His only request was that the two people should kneel down and pledge their allegiance to him. This was not a problem. Since Daochen After his death, he had become the actual commander-in-chief of the Restoration Army.
And most of the officers agreed on one point - the previous failure of the Baekje people was largely due to the "double-headed system" that dispersed the power. Although they did not necessarily agree with Onimuro Fukunobu killing Dochen, they were convinced that he could The restoration of unified command is a success.
The long table was filled with food: pork pies, bean porridge, stewed chicken, river fish, etc. There was enough wine in everyone's cup, which was not an abundance in a country that was at war.
Black Teeth Changzhi and Sha Zhaxiangru sat side by side, eating while listening to the robes at the long table bragging and laughing loudly - a few days ago, the Baekje people had just repelled an invasion of the Silla people, and both sides The casualties were considerable, but the invaders' baggage was captured, and the Baekjes could say they had a small victory.
"The snow will melt in March, and then spring plowing will begin. After the spring plowing is completed, we can recruit young men to regain the royal capital!" An officer held a pig bone in one hand and waved it vigorously, as if he was holding a sword: " With Duke Fu Xin commanding us this time, the people of the Tang Dynasty will definitely not be able to resist!"
"Yes, if it weren't for Dao Chen's mismanagement last time, we would have recovered the royal capital!" Another officer stood up, waving a wine glass in his hand, and the remaining wine in the glass flew everywhere, causing others to yell and curse.
"Yes, he is obviously a monk, but he pretends to be a fool, and as a result, countless soldiers are killed. If I were to command the battle at the mouth of the Xiongjin River, I would never set up camps on both sides of the river. If we are divided, we will be weak!"
The man's accusation immediately aroused a chorus of approval around the long table. Most of these people were close associates of Onimuro Fukunobu, and they would naturally splash dirty water on the dead in order to gain the favor of their superiors.
"From what I see below, it's better to postpone the matter of recovering the royal capital!"
Hearing Hei Te Changzhi's familiar voice, Sha Zha Xiangru secretly groaned in his heart, but at the long table filled with voices of approval, the only objection was particularly harsh. People immediately fell silent and focused on Hei Te Changzhi. On the body.
"What's wrong? Brother Black Teeth, do you think that with the planning and arrangements of the Prime Minister, we still can't regain the royal capital this time?" The questioner emphasized the word "Prime Minister" and looked at Hei Te Changzhi provocatively. .
"Not bad!" Black Teeth Changzhi ignored Sha Zha Xiangru who was tugging at his sleeves beside him, and said in a deep voice: "Because the Tang people have a new type of repeating crossbow, which is extremely powerful. If you attack rashly, you will only die in vain!"
"Hahaha! New repeating crossbow?"
"Let's just say that the Tang people invited gods to come down to earth!"
"After losing the battle, I would praise the Tang Dynasty to the sky to cover up my incompetence. It is really ridiculous!"
If you lose on the battlefield, you can't win at the wine table! Sha Zha Xiangru can no longer remember who said this sentence, but it is perfect for tonight. No matter how calm Hei Te Changzhi acted and tried his best to argue, it was still to no avail. Everyone regarded him as a joke. Sadly, Sha Zha Xiangru knew that if he were in a different place, he would not believe his friends' words - unless he had experienced the nightmare himself, but it was already too late.
"Black Teeth Changzhi, you really disappoint me!" An officer stood up, the wine glass in his hand trembling slightly: "It's nothing to lose the battle. No one can guarantee that he will win every battle, but being frightened by the enemy It's ridiculous to be brave. The Tang people's crossbows are very powerful, we all know this, but we also have crossbows. When two armies fight, the brave one wins!"
"Yes, when two armies clash, the brave one wins!"
"Yes! You are such a coward!"
The sarcastic words fell like arrows, and Hei Te Chang's face turned pale. Sha Zha Xiangru knew that this was a sign of extreme anger. He was about to get up to smooth things over for his friend, but he heard Hei Te Chang's fierce words. He pulled open his shirt, exposing his upper body.
"If you can find a scar on the back, I will admit that Black Tooth Changzhi is a coward. There is no peace in the three realms, just like a house on fire, filled with suffering, which is terrifying. What is so terrible about death? What is terrible is defeat, we These people are the only strength Baekje has. If we lose to the Tang people again, Baekje will die!"
There was silence at the long table, and Hei Te Changzhi's naked upper body had seven or eight scars on the front. It was hideous and terrifying, but the back was as clean as new. It was obvious that this man only faced the enemy on the battlefield and never turned his back on the enemy to escape.
"Put on your clothes. You don't need to prove your bravery with words!" A hoarse voice came from the other end of the long table: "No one here will doubt it, right?"
The one who spoke was Onimuro Fuxin. No one at the long table dared to question him. His gaze swept over everyone at the long table. Everyone lowered their heads. No one dared to look at him: "I agree with Hei Te Changzhi. Our next goal is not to restore the old capital, but to Silla, to be precise, Seocheon Fortress (approximately located in Yeoju, southeast of Gyeonggi-do, South Korea)!"
