There is no answer to the speculation and discussion about Northwest China. This is just Fang Xie's idea that he thinks is the closest to the facts. It may or may not be the same. But on this vast and devastated land, there must have been magnificent stories.
"There must be many, many other places in this world that have leftovers from the last civilization."
Xiang Qingniu was led into a very exciting fantasy by Fang Jie's speculation. In fact, men and women are the same. Sometimes they are immersed in their own fantasy and are particularly fascinated, and feel that the stories they construct are particularly exciting. The only difference is that men fantasize about more passionate things, while women fantasize about more blood-blooded things.
"There should be."
For such an idea, Fang Jie definitely agrees: "The world at that time was as huge as the world now. If we can find these clues in the place where we live, then it may not be impossible in other places. Take the other side of the ocean as an example, Opru The rise of the empire is not necessarily related to these remnants."
Xiang Qingniu couldn't help yearning and said: "If you can live in such a world, it will definitely be an eye-opener."
Fang Jie shrugged his shoulders: "It's nothing."
Xiang Qingniu was taken aback for a moment, and then he said, "What do you know!"
Fang Jie wanted to say that I really knew something, but in the end he didn't say it.
"Compare."
Xiang Qingniu looked forward to sitting on a high slope with his legs looking at the sun that was about to sink below the horizon. This place is very suitable for camping.
He said: "You see, with my cultivation base, I can fly a short distance, but the distance is really not long. But if you follow the way of civilization development you mentioned, I firmly believe that there will be a tool that can Take people to fly. And it can definitely reach a distance that I can't imagine, do you believe it?"
Fang Jie nodded: "This must be believed."
Xiang Qingniu continued: "The current confrontation method is between practitioners. Even if it is a war, the initial confrontation method and the most influential confrontation method belong to the practitioners. And in that civilized way, the confrontation It’s the tool. There might be something solid that can fly people and carry things like muskets on it. So people can have an advantage in the air!”
Xiang Qingniu said: "Think about it, don't say it can kill people, even if a group of birds shit on your head, you can't stand it."
Fang Jie was amazed by Xiang Qingniu's imagination, if this fat man lived in Fang Jie's previous life, he might adapt to this new life within a few days. In fact, it's nothing. Fang Xie thought that when he first came to this world, he didn't have long time to adapt. Humans may be relatively fragile animals, but their adaptability is by no means the most vulnerable.
Fang Jie closed his eyes, trying to imagine Xiang Qingniu sitting on the sofa watching TV.
But things backfired, he actually thought of the picture of Xiang Qingniu holding a notebook and watching pornographic movies...
"Flying."
Wu Yiyi sat on the side and thought about it: "Actually, people's dream of flying into the sky has never ended. This is true for great practitioners, and it is also true according to that development method. However, the power of tools will definitely be stronger than the power of people themselves in the future. And it came quickly. It would be an unrealistic idea for a person to fly to the moon by relying on his cultivation. But... if he sat on the thing that Xiang Qingniu said before, it wouldn't be very difficult to fly to the moon, right? .”
Fang Jie wanted to say that it was not as simple as you thought, but in the end he didn't say anything.
"We're almost here at Fan Gu."
Fang Jie looked at the map with the last glimmer of light when the sun was setting: "If we go well, we will reach Fangu in seven days. The current Fangu City is under the control of Song Zihui's people, and we will stay in Fangu In three or five days, let's see what is amazing in that underground palace."
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A group of elite soldiers greeted Fang Jie less than three hundred miles away from Fangu City. Those soldiers and scoundrels looked like steel now. There is an unshakable perseverance on everyone's face, which is the perseverance honed in the harsh environment of the Northwest and the bloody fights with the enemy.
"Chen Su Dingbang takes over!"
A man who looked to be in his thirties strode over and fell to one knee.
"Get up, I said you don't have to bow down to wear armor."
Fang Jie stretched out his hand to help Su Dingbang up: "Where is Song Zihui?"
"Back to my lord."
Su Dingbang replied loudly: "General Song is leading troops to encircle and suppress the remnants of Meng Yuan thirty-five miles ahead. We found traces of the remnants of Meng Yuan soldiers last night. Originally, we advised General Song to say that we would welcome the Lord today, so let's release those Meng Yuan soldiers for now." The Tartars for a few days. But General Song said that it is a big matter to take over, but the matter of suppressing the bandits is urgent. General Song said, let me plead guilty on his behalf first, and after General Song wipes out the group of Mongolian and Yuan Tartars, he will come to the lord to be punished .”
Fang Jie smiled and said, "Let's go, let's go and see how your General Song kills the thief."
A group of people got on their horses and went straight ahead. Thirty miles away, whether it is far or near, when it arrives, the war has come to an end. This is a group of about 2,000 Mongolian Yuan cavalry, who were unexpectedly blocked in the mountain pass by Song Zihui's troops. With the advantages of force and terrain, the Mongolian Yuan people had completely lost the chance to resist.
Fang Jie stopped his horse and watched from the hillside as Song Zihui's troops encircled and suppressed the Mongolian and Yuan cavalry. It seems that Song Zihui's team is very familiar with how to use the terrain to fight against the Mongolian and Yuan cavalry. It looks chaotic, but in fact it has a clear routine. These soldiers basically formed a small team of dozens of people, and kept shooting cold arrows behind the rocks to kill the Mongolian people. In this kind of terrain, the advantages of cavalry cannot be brought into play at all.
"This kind of battle is really urgent."
After Fang Jie saw the terrain, he admired Song Zihui a little more in his heart.
This Mongolian Yuan cavalry should be hiding here, going out to plunder from time to time. Song Zihui's scouts detected their hiding place, and without any hesitation, Song Zihui rushed over with his troops. They blocked the mountain pass overnight, and then took advantage of the darkness to harass the Mongolian people all night.
The Mengyuan people, who hadn't slept all night, were exhausted physically and mentally, and they were obviously powerless after fighting.
When fighting with the Mongolian cavalry, the opponent must not be allowed to run to the plains. Once the enemy entered the plain, Song Zihui's troops were mostly infantry, and it would be difficult to encircle and suppress them. This is why Song Zihui said that there is no need to delay. Once a day is staggered, who knows if this Mongolian Yuan cavalry will hide in another place
After another half an hour, the battle was basically over.
Fang Jie took a rough look, and at least 70% of the Mengyuan people were killed, and the rest got off their horses and hid behind rocks to resist stubbornly. But after getting off the horse, the Mengyuan people had nothing to fear.
"Chen Song regretted himself and kowtowed to the lord."
The battle was clear, Song Zihui hurried over when he knew Fang Jie was coming, threw off his shirt and knelt down on the ground. Fang Jie stretched out his hand to grab his arm and said, "I just saw that this battle was fought beautifully. If there is a delay, the Mongolian people will disappear like a wind when they leave the valley."
When Fang Jie said this, he blocked Song Zihui's confession.
"What's the current situation in the Northwest?"
Fang Jie walked down the hillside, and Song Zihui followed closely behind: "My lord, the Northwest is already at peace. It's just that there were too many Mongolian and Yuan Tartars entering the pass, and even though the Mongolian and Yuan Tartars were destroyed by several battles, The battalion of the army lost its combat power, but the enemy fled quickly. So now it is still not wiped out, and the Tartars come and go like the wind, and it is not easy to surround and wipe them out."
"Don't worry, don't hurt your strength."
Fang Jie said slowly: "These Mongolian people know that they can't go back, so they must be extremely fierce. There is no way out to fight against them. They know that even if they surrender, they have no way to survive, so once they fight, they will not die. endlessly."
Song Zihui was very warm in his heart when he was explained by Fang Jie. It is a very solid thing for the Lord to be sympathetic.
"Recently, the activities of the remnants of the Mongolian Yuan people in the territory have become weaker and weaker. They know that their strength is limited and they cannot resist the army, so they always fight and run away. Fortunately, there are not many people in the northwest now. The son can't hold on for long. So I thought of a way, and I guess it will work."
Fang Jie looked at Song Zihui, waiting for him to continue.
"Meng Yuan Tartars know that they will always be alone and alone if they are scattered like this, but they don't trust each other, so it is difficult to get together. Only when there is a bait that makes them all tempted, will they get together, and the minister will be able to get together. It’s all done in one battle. That’s food and grass, and the Mongolian and Yuan Tartars are so short of food that they can’t hold on anymore.”
Song Zihui said: "I plan to put a big bait out."
"I only know about your affairs in the army and don't participate."
Fang Jie said with a smile, "I'm not as familiar with things on the ground in the northwest as you are. Giving random orders will do a lot of harm to the war, so you just watch and fight."
"Thank you, my lord, for your trust!"
Song Zihui bowed his head and said.
"Is there anything special about Fan Gu recently?"
Fang asked.
"No."
Song Zihui replied: "After the lord's military order arrives, I will mobilize the most elite troops to guard Fangu City. If there is any disturbance, I will know immediately."
Fang Jie nodded: "Go to your military affairs, I'll go to Fangu City first."
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familiar
strangeness
These two feelings are not complicated to say individually, familiarity is familiarity, and strangeness is strangeness. But now Fang Jie's feelings for Fan Gu are so complicated. He is familiar with everything here, and he can't even remember any special traces on any street. But it feels strange again, there are already too many different meanings here.
Walking into Fan Gucheng, Fang Jie felt that he had returned to a certain dreamland.
Vaguely.
Streets, alleys.
"This is Widow Sun's house. Not long after she married into this family, her husband died of illness. Living alone, there are many beautiful things in life, but I know that she is always clean."
Fang Jie stopped outside a door, took the paper money from Xiaoqi school who accompanied him, and burned it in front of the door.
"Actually, I know why you hooked up with me like that in the first place, because you know what happened to me, and other boring men in this city dare not harass you anymore. I know your thoughts, so I also Just follow your mind and argue with you, and deliberately make people look at you... You feel bitter, I know."
Fang Jie got up and didn't say much.
"This is Aunt He's house. She has been thinking about matching me."
Fang Jie burned paper money and smiled: "The biggest shortcoming is that you are too gossipy, and you like to inquire about everything."
"This is the original building of Hongxiu Zhao, I built it."
"This is Jinyuanfang, and I am the shopkeeper."
"This is… "
Fang Jie paused and stood at the door.
"my home."
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Fang Jie pushed open the wooden door that had been cracked a lot, and creaked, as if pushing open a door leading to another self. There used to be bits and pieces of his three years of life here, and his most stable and most practical three years. He walked into the door, stopped after taking the first step, and looked down. There were a few words carved on the turning stone on the ground, which were carved by him.
Wing On
These four words have no special meaning, but a kind of expectation at that time. At that time, he really thought that if he could live in peace and stability like this, he would care about his secrets and background? He was already tired of more than ten years of desperate life. The past three years for Fan Gucheng were the most comfortable days for him.
He raised his head and looked at the beams of the house: "Before, Xiao Yao slept there."
He swept up, took out a handkerchief and wiped the beam clean.
Then he jumped down and walked over to the bookshelf. Although the bookshelf is still there, it is crooked and worn out, as if it could fall apart with just a push.
He turned around and took an oiled paper bag from Xiaoqi School, opened it, and there was still steaming braised pork inside.
"The big dog sleeps here."
He said.
As if sensing Fang Xie's mood, the others fell silent. Xiang Qingniu opened his mouth to try to persuade Fang Jie, but he couldn't come out with the words.
Fang Jie suddenly knelt down, solemnly kowtowed three times at the place where the big dog used to sleep, then set up the censer and burned the incense.
"He sure doesn't like me like this."
Fang Jie smiled: "If you don't like it, you don't like it. I don't know if the rumor is true or not. It is said that the burned paper money will go to relatives, and they will live a prosperous life down here."
Xiang Qingniu looked back: "So you brought a whole carload of paper money?"
Fang Jie nodded: "I don't know... what else can I do."