"That's good!" Yuan Fei laughed: "But you are very smart, so you don't need to tell him a second time!"
"How can a villain like a farmer be worthy of the word aura!"
"What's wrong with the farmer? You are still a good citizen after all. You have a surname. You know where your ancestor's surname is Wang. Where did he come from? But Sancho is a herdsman and I am a slave hunter. Even our names were given to us by Wang Canjun. It's just that I know who my grandpa is and who my grandpa is, but I don’t know who I am if I go forward. In terms of background, both of us are worse than you!" Yuan Fei sighed: "In the hands of Wang Canjun, Sanqiu and I finally became Personally, if we hadn't met Wang Canjun, even if we didn't die, we would have been like animals, living in a daze and dying in a daze!" At the end of his words, his voice became deeper and deeper, almost inaudible, and the words in his words The sadness and anger became more and more intense. After hearing this, Wang Peng felt sad and sad in his heart when he thought of his own experience and was speechless.
"Wang Peng, do you know? I have been thinking about something these days! This matter is related to you, me, Sancho, and all of us!"
"whats the matter?"
"What kind of battle do you think this is?"
Wang Peng was stunned. He didn't understand why Yuan Fei suddenly raised this question. He scratched the back of his head and finally shook his head: "I don't know, but a war is a war. You kill me, and I'll kill you. What’s the difference?”
Yuan Fei laughed and nodded: "What you said makes sense. Anyway, let me change the question. If it were King Yici, would you take the initiative to bring so many people to the camp to obey your orders?"
"No! Not to mention taking the initiative, even if we are caught, we can run away!" Wang Peng answered without hesitation: "We have already paid taxes and done hard labor, and we still go to war? Isn't that a loss of heart? Are you crazy? If we are going to die and become disabled, who will take care of me? Who will take care of my wife and children?"
"That's right!" Yuan Fei said: "I heard that the slogan of the rebels is 'Recapture the old capital and revive Baekje', but what does Baekje have to do with me and Sancho? Then when King Yiji was in power, people People say that he is a great filial son, that he firmly remembers the great hatred of the previous kings, sends troops to attack the Silla people, breaks dozens of cities, and comforts the soul of the holy king who was killed by the Silla people. He is a sage king. But it was in Under his rule, my family's labor force is increasing day by day, and the rations are getting less and less day by day. My grandpa died of exhaustion when he was drafted to transport military rations. He accidentally lost it on the way. Now I want to worship and don't know where to go to worship. Could it be that Is this the Holy King? If so, what does such a king and Baekje have to do with me?"
"Master Yuan! If my father can see you like this underground, he will definitely be happy!"
"It's a pity that he can't see it with his own eyes!" Yuan Fei was silent for a while, and finally whispered: "Now you know what I just meant, right? Buyeo Fengzhang fought to regain the old capital and revive Baekje; the Japanese fought for more They fought to occupy some territory; the Tang people fought to attack the Goguryeo people; the Silla people fought to annex more land; only Wang Canjun was different in this world. The battles of Buyeo Fengzhang, the Japanese, the Silla people, and even the Tang people were all the same. We have nothing to do with it, only Wang Shenjun’s battle has something to do with us.”
When Wang Peng heard this, he instinctively shrank his neck. He felt that Yuan Fei's words were dangerous, but they also had a special charm that attracted him to continue listening: "Then, what is different about Wang Shenjun's battle? "
"I don't know either!" Yuan Fei shook his head: "I don't think anyone knows, but one thing is for sure, that is, we will definitely benefit from it, right?"
"That's true!" Wang Peng was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Wang Shenjun did not treat us badly, so I brought 180 people here this time, which is a lot more than required."
"I have already reported this to Wang Canjun, and he is very happy!" Yuan Fei said with a smile: "Don't worry, Wang Canjun will not mistreat people who work hard!"
"Thank you, Mr. Yuan!"
"We are all one family, so what are you grateful for?" Yuan Fei said with a smile: "That's all for today! Is Sancho in the tent?"
"Yes, right in the tent!"
"Okay, go and do your work, I have something to do with him!"
Bang bang bang!
The drum beat was urgent, as if it was beating on everyone's heart. Wang Peng and Yuan Fei looked towards the place where the drum beat came from, which was the Chinese army's tent.
"It seems that the military envoy just brought important news!" Yuan Fei looked solemn: "I hope it is good news!"
The Chinese military tent. Everyone was in their own position, silent, waiting for the envoy to speak. In the spacious Chinese army tent, there was only the occasional sound of the collision of armor leaves.
"I met a thief on the way here!" The messenger's face was covered with dust, his voice was hoarse, and there were dried blood stains on his armored robe: "I am the only one who is still alive."
Yuan Fei rushed into the tent panting and stood at the end of the left compartment, with Sanqiu following closely behind. The two held their breath and listened carefully to the messenger's voice.
"The Silla people refused to send troops. They said that the Japanese were invading several states and counties on their southern coast. The war situation was very urgent. A rebellion also broke out on their northwest border, so they could not send troops!"
"Damn Silla people, they say no at critical moments, they always do this!"
"It is said that there are 40,000 Japanese in Zhouliucheng. How can there be any spare power to attack their southern states and counties? Even if there are, there are only small fish and shrimps. As long as Zhouliucheng wins, the remaining thieves will be relieved! It is obviously an excuse!"
"Yes, isn't the northwest border of Silla the newly annexed Baekje territory? After defeating Buyeo Fengjang, isn't the grass bandit invincible?"
"You can't say that. The people of Silla probably want us to fight Fuyu Fengzhang for twenty or thirty years, so that they can eat away at the joke bit by bit. How can they send troops to support us?"
Wang Wenzuo raised his right hand, the generals on both sides shut their mouths, and calm returned to the tent.
"How's it going over there in Sixi City?"
"Five days ago, we had a battle with the bandits west of Xiongjin City. Our army was slightly defeated and more than a hundred people were killed or injured!"
"Then what?"
"President Liu led the army to Xiongjin City and found that the thieves had retreated!"
"Bring me the map!"
Wang Wenzuo took the map and slid his fingers on the paper. Judging from the scale of this battle, it was obviously a contact battle. The two sides seemed to be two heavyweight boxers slowly approaching each other. They were both using their front hands to jab, constantly testing the strength of their opponents, and preparing for heavy punches with their back hands. Obviously, this battle is just the beginning, not the end.
"It seems that there won't be any reinforcements from Sixian City for a while!" Wang Wenzuo sighed inwardly, but his face showed no expression: "Everyone, what do you think?"
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It’s almost the end of the month. I’d like to give you some monthly recommended tickets or something.
