Watching the remnant soldiers from the literary world slowly enter the training ground, Pang Zhong said with thunderous tongue: "From today on, the veterans of various countries will stay in Liangjie Mountain and follow the army to the city wall to instruct the new soldiers. After a month, all the veterans can leave or choose to stay here. After lunch, the army will climb the city wall!"
Fang Yun dismounted and watched the Huayang Army and the Shangwu Army approaching. Both teams had only more than a thousand people, led by Prince Jing and Marquis Shangwu, both of whom were long-established university scholars of the State of Chu.
Zhang Longxiang met the two of them many years ago.
Fang Yun glanced at Prince Jing, who was a thin old man, but his steps were very steady.
Prince Jing saw Fang Yunru avoiding him as if he were a vicious snake or scorpion. He didn't even give the most basic nod. He immediately turned around and walked quickly towards Gou Bao.
"Marquis Qishan, long time no see." Prince Jing smiled tiredly.
"Your Excellency Prince Jing is still strong despite his old age. I admire you." Gou Bao bowed hurriedly. Although they were both university scholars, the title of prince was much higher than that of marquis, and this Prince Jing was the uncle of the King of Chu.
The Shangwu Marquis nodded slightly to Fang Yun, but without saying a word, he also walked towards Gou Bao and said with a smile: "Congratulations to the Qishan Marquis for his improvement."
Gou Bao brushed his beard and smiled, saying, "It's just luck. Please join the Qishan Army. I hope you can give me guidance in the next month. Before you leave, please help me send a message to my family."
Prince Jing nodded slightly and said, "I will meet with the King of Chu to report my experiences in Liangjie Mountain."
But the Shangwu Marquis sighed and said, "I will rest for a month. After a month, I will continue to fight in the Blood City. I will not return home until the demons retreat!"
Fang Yun was stunned for a moment, and looked carefully at the dark-faced old man. He had a small nose and small eyes, and there were some freckles and moles on his face. His appearance was not good, but when he was talking, everyone felt that his face was relaxed, with amazing charm and momentum.
Many Chu generals bowed to Shangwu Marquis to show their respect.
"Unfortunately, I have to return to Jingzhou to report on my work, otherwise I would stay here and fight with my comrades!" A trace of sadness flashed in Prince Jing's eyes, and in that sadness, there was a strong murderous intent.
A general beside Fang Yun asked in a low voice: "General Xie, where is the Blood City?"
"You will know when you climb up the city wall." Xie Bing knew.
The new troops from various countries welcomed the old soldiers, and the old soldiers began to tell the new troops from various countries about their experiences, focusing on combat techniques.
Prince Jing and Marquis Shangwu were recounting the experiences of the Huayang Army and the Shangwu Army in the Qishan Army. Fang Yun winked at the generals and asked them to eavesdrop together, but after only hearing a few words, the voices of the two grand secretaries disappeared.
Fang Yun and others looked towards the Qishan Army. Qishan Marquis Gou Bao actually used his literary power to isolate the inside and outside to prevent the Pearl River Army from eavesdropping.
Fang Yun saw that Shang Wu Hou suddenly raised his hand to stop them, and after saying a few words to Gou Bao, the two of them were arguing about something. Soon, Shang Wu Hou glanced at the Zhujiang Army, then turned around and continued to tell their stories.
The generals of the Pearl River Army walked out of the team and came to Fang Yun.
Wang Li, who had a hot temper, said with a dark face: "That old dog Gou Bao has gone too far! We are not doing this for ourselves, but for the State of Chu, for the literary world, and for the human race. He is obstructing us like this, which is no different from being a traitor!"
"Ahem... your words of treason are too harsh," Zhang Qingfeng winked at Wang Li and said, "However, Gou Bao's behavior is too despicable. I think it is useless to report it to the King of Chu. First report it to the Great Confucian Hall, and then report it to Liangjie Mountain."
"Our current official seal cannot contact any place outside Liangjie Mountain. It can only be used after being reviewed and approved by the Holy Academy. I think we should report it to the Liangjie Mountain Military Department." Su Lun said.
Fang Yun nodded and said, "If the rumors about their experiences are harmful to Gou Bao, then he has the right to stop it. However, their experiences are not harmful to him. Doing so will only make the human race soldiers feel discouraged."
"That old fellow Gou Bao just can't stand to see our Pearl River Army doing well. Long Xiang, if it's inconvenient for you to come forward, I will report Gou Bao." Wang Li said.
"It's just a small matter. I won't be so cautious about my life." After Fang Yun said this, he held the official seal and sent a letter to Pang Zhong who was not far away, hoping that Liangjieshan would handle the matter.
Pang Zhong glanced at where Gou Bao was, and after a while, he replied, "I have reported this to the Grand Marshal. He said that this matter is private and public, and Gou Bao does have the right not to let others hear it. However, this involves the rules of Liangjie Mountain, so the Grand Marshal has asked the Ministry of War to deduct the military merits of the Qishan Army in the first seven days."
When Fang Yun told the generals the result of the punishment, most of them were delighted. The punishment was indeed not severe, but since it was a punishment, it meant that Liangjieshan was far more fair than the State of Chu. Even the lowest-ranking army of the literary world had a channel to seek redress.
After a quarter of an hour, Gou Bao suddenly put away his literary courage, looked at Fang Yun angrily, and roared: "Zhang Longxiang, you villain, actually accused me behind my back and made our Qishan Army's seven days of military achievements go to waste!"
The generals of the Qishan Army were furious, and some soldiers cursed under their breath.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "First, I reported you openly. Second, it was not me who made you lose your seven-day military merit, but you, Gou Bao! Since Liangjie Mountain has punished you, it means that your actions are wrong. I hope Qishan Hou will stop and repent as soon as possible. If you continue, it will harm the entire Qishan Army, which will be bad."
Gou Bao snorted coldly and said, "I think the Marquis of Zhujiang still remembers what I said a few days ago. Today is the final deadline. Take out the inheritance flag of my Qishan Army, otherwise, we will meet on the battlefield!"
Fang Yong glanced at Gou Bao with disdain and said, "Master Gou, you really can't change your nature of eating... internal fighting."
Gou Bao's face flushed, but many soldiers of the Pearl River Army were laughing.
Fang Yun continued, "You and I both know who is right and who is wrong about the flags of the two armies. Since you want to take it back, it is simply a disgrace to the literary world and the scholars of the world to have a literary war here and now. Since we want to compete, let's compete in killing monsters! I think, within three months, the army with more military merits will win. The victorious side can get the two flags of the Qishan Army and the Zhujiang Army, and the loser must half-kneel on the ground, apologize to the winner, and sell all his cultural treasures, property and land deeds, and donate them to Liangjie Mountain for the human race to fight. How do you think?"
"Okay! Since you want to kneel down to me, I will satisfy you! Three months later, I will let you understand what a huge mistake it is for a newly promoted university scholar to compare himself with me! Don't think that you can ignore all the heroes in the world just because you can write a few weird poems." Gou Bao said.
Fang Yun spread his hands and said, "Marquis Qishan, you misunderstood me. I don't treat all the heroes in the world as nothing. I just treat you as nothing."
"You're just showing off your eloquence!" Gou Bao flicked his sleeves and no longer looked at Fang Yun.
"Marshal, how confident are you?" Su Lun was a little worried.
"I don't know how confident I am at the moment. Since it's a competition to kill the monsters, just do your best. No matter who wins or loses, it will be beneficial to the human race." Fang Yun said.
"Good!" Xie Bingzhi and Qu Tong, two successful candidates in the imperial examination, could not help but praise.
"As expected of Zhang Mingzhou, he is much more efficient than that old fellow Gou Bao!" shouted a Qin general not far away.
"This is the mindset of the person who wrote 'Even though I am in a low position, I still worry about my country.'"
"The winner has not yet been decided, but the superiority can be judged!"
.(To be continued.)