Wang Xiaoxian explained in a low voice that it turned out that Fuyu Zhongsheng was one of the royal family members who followed Fuyu Fengzhang to the Japanese country as a hostage. According to records in Japanese history books, Fuyu Zhongsheng was the younger brother of Fuyu Fengzhang. There is another theory He is the uncle of Fuyu Fengzhang.
These two seemingly contradictory records are actually correct, because Buyeo Zhongsheng and Buyeo Pengjang were born from the same mother. From this point of view, he is Buyeo Pengzhang’s younger brother; but his biological father is Baekje King Wu, Buyeo Fengzhang's grandfather, this tyrant took possession of his daughter-in-law and gave birth to Fuyu Zhongsheng. From this perspective, he was Fuyu Fengzhang's uncle.
As the product of a royal scandal, Buyeo Tadakatsu was marginalized from the beginning despite his extraordinary talents. He was treated as an accessory of his brother and sent to Japan as a hostage. After the Tang Dynasty destroyed Baekje, he returned to China with Fuyu Fengzhang and was appointed to lead the army alone, becoming one of Onimuro Fukunobu's deputies.
"The Baekje royal family has made such a rebellious act to the public, how shameless it is!" Shen Faseng next to him listened with interest.
"Qi Lang, shut up, we are not allowed to interfere casually with the palace curtain matter!" Wang Wenzuo snorted coldly.
When Shen Fanseng heard this, Cui Hongdu reacted very quickly. He pulled down Shen Fanseng's sleeves and wrote the word "武" on the back of his hand. Shen Fanseng then realized. Didn't the Empress of the Tang Dynasty once serve the late emperor? If we talk about etiquette, we can't say that. If Wang Xiaoxian reports him, he may be in danger of annihilating his family, so he should shut up immediately.
"With a background like Fuyu Zhongsheng's, he must have received a lot of cold treatment since he was a child. He knows the warmth and warmth of the world. He will definitely not be the kind of rich boy who is ignorant of human kindness!" Wang Wenzuo said solemnly: "We can't underestimate him!"
"That's what you said about joining the army!" Wang Xiaoxian nodded, and his expression became solemn: "Judging from the enemy's actions, this person is indeed not to be underestimated!"
"How to say?"
"Let's put it this way!" Wang Xiaoxian whispered: "Since yesterday evening, the enemy's probing activities have become more frequent and more ferocious. My people have to retreat. There is a reason!"
Wang Wenzuo didn't say anything, but he understood what the other party meant. Tanqi was the essence of every army. They were composed of the bravest, most agile, and most outstanding veterans in riding and martial arts. If they wanted to make these proud men willing to For all the hard work, just giving away rewards is not enough. The most direct explanation for this sudden change is the replacement of a commander who can make the detective cavalry effective. Remember the URL m.zw
"How long do you think it will take to catch up?"
"Tomorrow night, noon the day after tomorrow at the latest!"
"Looks like we're going to have to fight a war!" Wang Wenzuo said to himself. He scratched his chin, and his dusty beard turned a lifeless gray. He didn't want to fight the enemy in this situation, but the world's affairs Impermanence, less as one wishes.
"Join the army!" Wang Xiaoxian said in a deep voice: "The country has raised soldiers for ten years, and my service is today. Although there are many thieves, how can they be as good as the son of a good family in the northwest and a knight-errant? When the time comes, you can just sit in the middle of the army and watch me. Wait to kill the thief!"
The night fell to the west, and a crescent moon reflected on the water. The two columns were like giant steel snakes, winding around the hills, wading across the river, and extending to the road in the distance.
Fuyu Tadakatsu was at the forefront of the Steel Snake, accompanied by his personal entourage: Baekje people, Yamato people, and Ezo people, followed by the cavalry of the brigade, most of which were Baekje cavalry using long spears. There are also a few Japanese cavalry carrying bows and bows on their backs, and behind them is an endless troop.
Fuyu Zhongsheng turned around and saw fire dancing in the distance. It was the remaining wildfire after the Tang Dynasty's cavalry burned down the villages along the road. He ordered not to extinguish it, but to let the passing soldiers see with their own eyes what the invaders had done on this land!
"The scouts from the Tang Dynasty fought several battles with us, and there were casualties on both sides!" The leader of the Baekje cavalry was a rugged man, with gray-white hair hanging on his shoulders and connected with a thick beard, like a lion's head. Mane: "But judging from the footprints and ruts, there are about 2,000 Tang people. This should be their rear-cutting force!"
"Rut?"
"Yes, the ruts are very strange. There are many large carts in the Tang people's team. Could it be that this is their baggage? Ordinarily the baggage should be at the front and not at the end when withdrawing?"
"It should be a new type of repeating crossbow from the Tang Dynasty!" Fuyu Zhongsheng whispered: "According to what Heiji Changzhi said, the Tang people have a new type of repeating crossbow that is extremely powerful. These carts should be carrying these repeating crossbows!"
"In my opinion, this is Hei Te Changzhi's excuse for losing the battle. How can there be such a repeating crossbow in the world? If it really existed, the Tang people would have wiped out the Goguryeo people long ago. How can they wait until today?" the Tanqi leader laughed.
"No matter how careful you are about war, you would rather believe that it exists than not!" Fuyu Zhongsheng said solemnly: "You must continue to put pressure on the enemy's scouts, but do not engage in confrontation with the enemy's troops. Understand Yet?"
"I will finally understand!"
With the rapid sound of horse hooves, the figure of the Tanqi leader disappeared into the night. A bird song came from the distance, a high-pitched and sharp trill, like a cold hand passing across the back of Fuyu Tadakatsu's neck, making people shudder. Another bird trembled in response, and then the third Three and the fourth one, Fuyu Tadakatsu could recognize that it was the call of a shrike.
This ferocious bird likes to hang its prey on thorny branches, just like a warrior hanging the enemy's head on the tip of a spear. The Baekje people believe that the souls of warriors who died on the battlefield will turn into shrike, continue Fight with enemies.
"This is the voice of the shrike, the voice of the souls of our ancestors. They are watching us and moving forward with us!" Fuyu Zhongsheng's voice is high-pitched and passionate. Even people hundreds of meters away can hear clearly: "The Tang people came across the sea and wanted to take away our land. Very good, we will give them land, and everyone will be given a piece of land, six feet long and two feet wide!" At this point, he pulled out his sword and raised it above his head. The light shines on the blade like ice.
"Win or die!"
"Win or die!" Thousands of mouths chanted in unison, joining the chirping of the shrike in the forest.
Wang Wenzuo shuddered and opened his eyes. He found that there were only a few embers left in the bonfire in front of him. It seemed that Sancho had forgotten to add more firewood. No wonder it was so cold! He raised his head, pulled out two pieces of pine wood from the firewood pile on the side and put them into the fire. The remaining fire greedily licked the dry pine roots and soon started to burn again. Wang Wenzuo stretched out his hand and approached the fire, and the warmth made his fingertips tremble slightly. He rubbed his hands happily and sighed softly.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The aroma of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
It is almost impossible to clean away the smell of blood that comes from everyone in the Zhenmo Division.
