After Fang Jie got off the carriage, he stood on the side of the road and watched the team pass by. He was in the picture, but he seemed to be outside all the moving people and objects. I don't know where to find Xiang Qingniu riding a donkey, stopped, looked at Fang Jie and asked, "What is this feeling?"
Fang Jie glanced at him: "The new mount is not bad."
Xiang Qingniu nodded triumphantly: "Looking at the army, I am also unique."
Fang Jie shook his head: "The donkey is unique."
Xiang Qingniu seldom wins bickering, so he didn't continue on this topic: "Looking at you standing here, you seem to be a little bit out of your mind. Did you get scolded for talking to that old man just now? You are such a big man, and a prisoner It's really immature to be so depressed after chatting for a day... How about you come and be my apprentice, and I will show you the direction of life."
Fang Jie ignored it, and said after a while, "Have you ever had a pleasant conversation with a strange person in a strange place?"
Xiang Qingniu thought about it carefully, and then nodded: "That's right... However, I usually bring it up with others after a while, I'm afraid the beginning of the sentence is exactly the same... Hey, I still remember that year I met a certain person in a certain place." Stupid..."
Fang Xie's state of mind was immediately destroyed by Xiang Qingniu. He gave Xiang Qingniu a white look, and pulled him off the donkey: "Why do you people in Taoist robes like to ride a donkey?"
Xiang Qingniu asked: "Who else?"
Fang Jie suddenly realized that the fairy tales he was familiar with were all memories from his previous life.
"It's not because of poverty."
Xiang Qingniu didn't notice the change in Fang Jie's eyes, smiled, and the two walked side by side.
The donkey was still stupidly standing still, Xiang Qingniu turned around and cursed: "If you don't leave, I will stew you in a while, and then roast a few donkey rolls to eat."
The donkey brayed a few times, with a strong nasal sound.
Like sarcasm.
Xiang Qingniu was furious, and was about to grab it when he went up, but Fang Jie grabbed him: "Your ignition point is always different from normal people... Let me ask you something, is there any soul mentioned in your Taoist classics?" Things like getting out of the body, that is, a person is obviously dead, and then resurrected on someone else?"
Xiang Qingniu thought for a while, then shook his head: "It's a novel about gods and ghosts, why did you suddenly think of asking this?"
Fang Jie smiled, but did not explain.
Seeing that he was silent, Xiang Qingniu said after a while of silence: "However, if you think about King Dalunming, he can practice such a rare skill. He is no longer a human being, right? If he has reached a certain level of cultivation , may be stronger than what King Dalun Ming did. Although there is no record of this aspect in the Taoist classics, Master did mention it back then, people with advanced cultivation can seize their homes... that is, the replacement of King Dalun Ming The method of the body, no matter what, feels a bit evil."
"What do you want?"
he asks.
Fang Xie's mind was thinking of something else, he was thinking about how he came to this world. If you die, will you return to the original world? After thinking about it, he couldn't help laughing at himself. If he died in the previous life and came to this world, and if he died in this world and returned to the previous life, wouldn't he be immortal forever? Where in the world is there such a good thing.
"nothing."
Fang Jie said: "I just suddenly remembered where the soul goes after death."
Xiang Qingniu said: "According to Taoism, the soul will perish after death. According to Buddhism, the soul will be reincarnated after death. According to the common people's own thinking, people will become ghosts after death... But these It’s all baseless, it’s impossible to say.”
Fang Jie shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
"I want to know what you plan to do with Mu Guangling's 10,000 foot soldiers."
Xiang Qingniu asked puzzledly: "You tricked out these 10,000 people and brought them with you to transport food. Once you arrive at Malan Mountain, if there is really an ambush set by Mu Guangling, he will definitely not bring it because of you. If he doesn't attack with 10,000 people, and the 10,000 people may be a great accident, if they help Mu Guangling attack you, how dangerous will it be?"
"I need suspicious soldiers."
Fang Jiedao: "If there is no accident, my whereabouts are actually under the attention of Mu Guangling's scouts. If Mu Guangling wants to get rid of me without hurting himself, the best way is naturally to let foreigners kill me." Me. So I need to open up the formation for foreigners to see, and they will come."
"Sometimes I really don't know what you think."
Xiang Qingniu sighed and said: "You have just arrived in Eastern Xinjiang, and you are in a hurry to fight the foreigners. Although I don't understand the art of war and military affairs, isn't this a big taboo? You haven't fully understood the situation, and you have invested so much in such a big battle. Wouldn't it be a little bit of a joke when the war started?"
"This is not a decisive battle."
Fang Jie smiled: "How could it be so easy to fight the foreigners? Lehman has not yet arrived in Eastern Xinjiang. The most powerful foreigner team in Eastern Xinjiang is the Black Morning Glory of Hurons, followed by the one named Mo Kesi’s Hyacinth, and then the team outside the Phoenix Terrace that has never been withdrawn, it is said that the new commander is also a young man named Proze.”
"I just do not understand."
Xiang Qingniu asked: "Why do these foreigners like to use flowers to represent their families? Furthermore, even the troops under them are named after flowers."
"There's nothing strange about it, it's like the great clans of the Sui Dynasty all have clan emblems."
Fang Jie said: "If there is no accident, the one who will fight this time will be Hyacinth."
Xiang Qingniu frowned: "Didn't you say that Huron's team is the closest to us?"
"right."
Fang Jie laughed: "But I'm sure, he's definitely not the one who came first."
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As the most important passage from Eastern Chu to Sui Dynasty, the road from the capital to Fenghuang Terrace has never been deserted. When the two countries were relatively peaceful, seven out of ten Eastern Chu merchants who traveled by land would choose this route. Of course, more Eastern Chu merchants chose to take the water route to Muping City in the south.
The road is wide enough, not just because the merchants want to go. Having a close neighbor like the Sui Dynasty is a great benefit to Eastern Chu merchants, but for the Eastern Chu royal family who have never given up wanting to regain their land, the construction of this road is for the huge and powerful Eastern Chu one day. The Chu army can go to the front line from here.
Backfired, Eastern Chu's army was never as strong as the emperor expected.
But now, an army countless times stronger than the Eastern Chu army is marching on this road. And the most eye-catching thing in the team is the huge chariot. This chariot originally belonged to the Eastern Chu Emperor, but now it has become a trophy of the Emperor of the Opru Empire.
The Eastern Chu Emperor liked to compare with the Great Sui Emperor in every way, and he would have better things that the Great Sui Emperor had. He heard that the emperor's chariot was huge, so he sent someone to Chang'an City to see it, and then drew a picture and came back to build a bigger one than it looked like. In terms of military power and national power, he was inferior to the Sui Dynasty, and he could only dominate everywhere in terms of personal belongings. Of course, the Eastern Chu Emperor considered himself his lifelong opponent, the Great Sui Emperor, and had no interest in such rumors at all.
Standing around the chariot were one hundred and eight god-slaying musketeers in iron armor with hideous iron faces. The attire of these musketeers was completely different from the musketeers sent by Lehman to others. Not only were they different in clothing and equipment, but they were also one size larger than ordinary soldiers in terms of body size.
Not only did they carry muskets, each of them carried an epee behind their backs.
That ferocious iron mask was modeled after something else's face.
There is an extremely wide and comfortable recliner on the chariot, even if a tall person like Lyman rolls on it, he will not fall off.
This chariot is very delicately built. The reclining chair is surrounded by gauze curtains. In case of wind and rain, the wooden boards around the top can be pulled down to cover it.
It is not horses and oxen that pull the carts, but slaves.
These are strong and strong men selected from the surrendered soldiers of the Eastern Chu Army. Three hundred and sixty people with bare upper bodies and gritted teeth pulled the huge chariot in front. A dozen god-slaying musketeers in iron armor were in the team, waving their whips to drive away those strong men. For soldiers, perhaps this is a great shame.
However, the faces of the strong men pulling the carts only showed numbness.
Lying on the recliner, Lehman carefully read the military newspaper just delivered, and frowned involuntarily.
"Kirkbo, what do you think is wrong with this?"
he asks.
General Ke Kebo, who had been standing respectfully by the side, took a look at it, and then pondered for a while: "If nothing else, this is Mu Guangling's opponent who wants to use your majesty's power to eradicate him. So, you can be sure. The most important thing is that Mu Guangling will not intervene at the end. He will watch and watch the decisive battle between His Majesty's army and the Black Banner Army. The fisherman watching the fight between snipe and clam..."
Leman couldn't help laughing: "Although I haven't dealt with this Mu Guangling yet, it can be seen from this that he is not a strong opponent. He is too self-righteous, he thinks that I am the same as the Black Banner Army One is a snipe and the other is a clam, such a thought of belittling one's opponent often brings regret."
"Kirkbo."
Lehman asked: "Then let's guess, is it Mox or Hullens who is moving to Malan Mountain?"
Kirkbo said without hesitation, "Mox."
Lehman nodded, with a bit of resentment in his tone: "Mox is a good young man, at least he has not forgotten his humility and prudence. But compared with Xiulunsi, he is still far behind. Kirkbo, write me a letter to Hurons and send it to Malan Mountain as quickly as possible. Tell him that if Mox's army fails in this war, then I will let the black morning glory wither."
Kirkbo's expression changed.
Lehmann seldom uttered such harsh words, and when he did, it meant he would.
"Although Schulens is cunning, he will not disregard the interests of the empire."
Kirkbo said hastily: "He may instigate Mox to lead the fight, but he won't just sit idly by. Although I hate that guy, he is still trustworthy in this regard."
Lyman remained silent and did not tell this old minister who was as cunning as Xiulunsi his worries. Hurons has been fighting in the eastern border for so long, and has been in contact with this rich land for so long, maybe that old guy has changed. At first Lyman thought that Schulence was just being cautious, but as he got more and more familiar with the war in the eastern border, he found that the reason why Schulence progressed so slowly was definitely not just because of caution.
"I have ordered that 300,000 soldiers be recruited from the Principality of Hurons."
Lehman said something suddenly, then closed his eyes and stopped talking.
Ke Kebo's face became even more difficult in an instant, and this sentence made him understand a lot. He couldn't help but began to worry about Xiulunsi... I hope that old guy won't be stupid.