Dian Xiong looked at the beautiful scenery of the Miao Village. The terraced fields spread upward along the mountain, the green water at the foot of the mountain floated like a ribbon, and the buildings on stilts were piled up. The style that this place should have, but Dianxiong is a big bastard, not to mention going south all the way, not to enjoy the scenery, there are dozens of such isolated villages, many of them are under the command of the school's knife The ruins became ruins. Dian Xiongshu looked back at the silent army behind him, grinned, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth, retracted his gaze, and carefully looked at the general standing beside him. In today's world, there are countless meritorious generals. There are even more soldiers in the Beiliang army, but in his old eyes, there are actually only two people who can be called "generals". Xiang and others are just okay, old men like Yan Zhenchun and Yang Shenxing are even less popular. Dian Xiongshu withdrew his thoughts and did not issue orders. Since leaving Shu, more than 60 people have cultivated enough tacit understanding. They should have known what they were doing. As a general, there is no one who is really an ordinary soldier, and one of them is not to be underestimated in the official circles of the West Shu Road. Isn't it the same as being tamed and submissive, more obedient and obedient than the little daughter-in-law? Along the way, from the initial mutual suspicion and contempt to the end, everyone took the lead, everyone saw blood and wounds, and regarded each other as a robe that could change lives. It seemed unbelievable, but it was not surprising at all, because this is The invincibility of the person I follow, that person's military strategy, has always been extremely simple. The young and strong generals who said they were "not yet terminally ill" came to the turbulent old Nanzhao territory to harvest heads and taught them how to kill with their own hands. Finally, they were asked to figure out how to lead troops to kill in the future when they had time. Dian Xiong has followed him for many years, and logically speaking, he understands the truth. Even the book of war written by him can recite thousands of words, but it is exactly the same as all the direct descendants under his command. He knows how to do it, but he just can't do it well, Dian Xiong Sometimes I drink and chat with Mr. Wei, and the latter likes to talk about some inscrutable words. Win the battle without any suspense, the difference is only the size of the result. Probably aware of being stared at by Dian Xiong for a long time, the man turned his head and asked
The man smiled, neither agreeing nor refusing. Dian Xiongshu blushed a little, knowing that this thought must be in vain, and he didn't have the courage to continue pleading, the general has always been like this, the rules he set, the king of heaven and I don't want to break. In this training, the general, apart from the "generals" who turned into pawns temporarily, no matter whether the battle situation is good or bad, the general himself has never made a move, but then again, if the general is willing to make a move, what else is there for those guys? Thinking of this, Dian Xiongshu felt a little resentful. Your surname is Xu, not to mention the "No. 1 in the world" you snatched from Wang Xianzhi's hands. If you really want you to resist Beimang's iron hooves going south, can you do it? Dian Xiongshu seems to have forgotten that if someone had told him that His Royal Highness, the son of the embroidered pillow, could become a master of martial arts, he would rather believe that he was a woman who could give birth to babies. When His Royal Highness went to Wudang Mountain to "practice", whether it was him, his wife Wei Fucheng, or a group of Beiliang generals, they all made fun of it. It is very likely that this kid took a fancy to a certain beauty on the mountain. Taoist nun, practicing swords is just a pretense of not being too clever.
General Fu Tao of Anyi, General Zhao Lie Wang Daowu, Deputy General of Shuzhou Hu Yanxiu, the nicknames of the three are "Master Son-in-law", "Silly Son" and "Eating Tiger". Convinced by that taciturn man, Wang Daowu was born in a high-ranking family, and he could talk freely with that man in his spare time, talking about collection of books, gold and stone, and exegesis, and it was not surprising that Wu Chi Hu Yanxiu could talk about martial arts with that man. But Fu Tao is notoriously withdrawn, and he was able to have a good conversation with that person. Dianxiong is not surprised anyway, the general seems to have never lost a battle in his life, on the battlefield, Liyang's military achievements are well known in the court and the public, but in love, it's not the same. Just go to the West Shu Road and let the rouge judge the beauty Thank you for seeing me Enthusiasm? As for the officialdom, even His Majesty the current emperor respects the general so much that he made him the minister of the Ministry of War as soon as he came to Beijing. At present, Lu Baijie and Lu Shengxiang are only ministers in the Ministry of War in Shuanglu, so how can he compare with his own general
In the Miao village surrounded by mountains and rivers, when they saw the brazen intrusion of this army, almost all the Miao people knew immediately that they were in a situation of death.
These seedlings should have been isolated from the world, but someone unexpectedly took out sword armor from nowhere. Most of these weapon holders were elderly. When they were young, it happened that the Spring and Autumn War that devastated the lives of the Central Plains. Many young children and young women were kept in the dark. For some reason, their parents and husbands suddenly had those shiny weapons, and even some gray-haired old Miao people wore rusty armor. If it weren't for this accident, the former probably would have never known the secret hidden in the village for the rest of his life.
After all, the village is not the kind of Wubao army town that is used to seeing wolf smoke and listening to horseshoes. It has no power to resist the emergence of this elite from Western Shu. Before they appeared at the foot of the village, some Miao people who had returned from work They were shot on the spot by the bow and crossbow. The crossbow and arrow either passed through the chest or passed through the skull. They almost all died in one encounter, and they turned their backs when they were strangled to death, and they didn't even have time to move away. The scariest thing was that the soldiers didn't speak before and after the murder. After shooting the Miao man, the shooter just silently pulled out the crossbow arrow from the corpse and put it back into the quiver. There was a pair of Miao people who looked like a young couple in the middle of the river. The young man was a nimble fighter in this village. He had once fought a fierce tiger with his bare hands, but when he met one of the tall soldiers and raised his crossbow, Even though he has a keen sense of smell, he has already made a gesture to throw the Miao woman down to avoid the crossbow arrow, but the crossbow arrow seems to have been expected, killing two birds with one arrow, and directly piercing the foreheads of both men and women, causing them to die in love.
This gang of murderous monsters began to climb into the village without any haste.
What makes the Miao people feel even more chilling is that the killing methods of these soldiers show a coldness that they have never imagined. Those soldiers are like an old farmer who is proficient in farming and harvesting rice. He knows how to cut the rice in the most labor-saving way, with no more effort and no less effort. Facing the first group of Miao people who seemed to be overwhelmingly outnumbered and aggressively slaughtered down the mountain, they all used light crossbows to kill them first. Someone escaped the first cut by chance, and the two sides brushed past each other. The sword-wielding soldier would not destroy the advancing formation to fight with it, but boldly and confidently handed over to the side or behind the soldier to make up the second cut. When many Miao people died, none of them could escape the second blow! This scene, which is not too bloody and even very "clean", made the second group of more than 60 Miao people feel heartbroken, and they all stopped at the edge of the reed field in the village. There are more than 30 Miao people who are relatively weak. After these two groups of Miao men who went out to fight against the enemy in the village, there are only old, young, women and children who are doomed to die.
Soldiers with crossbows and knives slowly entered the reed field paved with cobblestones. Two groups of Miao people were already crowded together. One of them was a gray-haired old Miao man with an iron spear. He walked a few steps. The old man may have come out of the mountain when he was young. Having traveled in the Central Plains, he has a little fluency in official language, but when the old man spoke, he was directly nailed into his mouth by a crossbow bolt, and his whole body was hit backwards by the huge penetrating force, and the old man fell to the ground with the crossbow bolt in his mouth Finally, the tip of the well-made crossbow was hit by the ground, like a rice seedling in a paddy field being pulled up a few points, and those Miao people looked pale.
Not only Dian Xiongshou and the three generals were indifferent to this, but in fact, any Xishu school lieutenant, including the soldier who shot the crossbow, felt that this kind of killing without muddling was justified. Before a person became a king, everyone had their own arrogance and style of leading troops, but under the tepid training of that person, they all understood one thing. Follow him to fight, whether it is the one with the greatest chance of winning or the one who leads the army. A war with a small chance of winning is, in the final analysis, the word killing. Killing is not a literati writing, not to mention the gorgeous wording, which is both concise and practical. Conciseness is to save the physical strength of each soldier on the premise of ensuring practicality and effectiveness. The combat power of the entire army is "brought up" to the extreme bit by bit. In this way, the situation can be stabilized as a rock. Wars that are likely to be lost can be slowly regained. never fail. During this trip to the south, the man could not talk about words, let alone teach by example. He only had a few words at the beginning of his departure from Shu, but it was still fresh in people's memory: I will let you understand a The general and the lieutenant should do what they should and should not do. In the future, you will let your subordinates understand what to do and what not to do in a war. In less than five years, give me 200,000 soldiers from Western Shu, and I will send them away. Give you all a name to go down in history.
Now, the proud son-in-law Fu Tao believes it, the literary Confucian general Wang Daowu believes it, the fierce martial arts addict Hu Yanxiu believes it, and all the accompanying captains believe it.
Because at this time, the person who was looking up at a stilted building above was him.
What he looked at was behind the railing of the Miaojiaolou, nicknamed the beauty, leaning on it, and there was clearly no one there.
But behind the door and window, a young man dressed differently from the Miao people's attire stared fixedly at the man who "coincidentally" looked up through a gap in the window.
The young man was as young as the crown, with sweat dripping from his forehead, his lips trembling, muttering to himself, a chivalrous man with the same expression as before the collapse of Mount Tai was too extravagant for him . After he came to Nanzhao from Beimang all the way through Beiliang and Xishu, he still often feels as if he has passed away. Occasionally when he opens his eyes in the early morning, half awake and half asleep, he still feels that he is Lying on the hard bed of that "home" in Beimang, even if he has confirmed that he is indeed the prince who is in trouble in a foreign land in Xishu, he is the son of the emperor who was trembling and knelt down and choked with sobs when many white-haired elders in Xishu met him. , It is also difficult for him to regard the so-called Shu country as his own country and his home.
This unattractive young man's real name is Su Ying, his father is the Emperor of Shu, and his uncle is the famous Sword Emperor of Western Shu who guards the gate of the country.
But he always only felt that calling him Su Su was easier and more relaxed, and it was just that little person who wandered around the small town in Beimang all day, daydreaming what he thought was funny. So after coming to Nanzhao with her, apart from reluctantly socializing with those elderly dignitaries who were unattainable more than ten years ago, I prefer to take her outside to relax and breathe, and the blind she never refuses, carrying a guqin Walk the rivers and lakes with him, walk the rivers and lakes in his mind.
He said he wanted to be a hero most in his life, and she said yes, and then she personally helped him buy the peerless sword that a hero should have, dressed him up in an outfit that looked like a family member, and taught him how to be a hero How to start the conversation when being righteous, how to pretend to be superior.
She will be the murderous female devil, and he will be the hero who defeats the devil.
The two played four or five scenes meticulously in Nanzhao territory. She killed more than two hundred people who should have been damned one after another, and he made his grand debut in front of many attentions, either reciting ancient poems or Standing in the high-rise building under the moonlight, the jade tree faces the wind, and the final result is without exception. It is the blind female devil with the piano on the back that makes the scalps of the government and military yamen and the famous devils in the rivers and lakes numb. Under the fierce offensive, he fled in embarrassment, lingering on his last breath. Afterwards, he would always secretly meet with her to hide, and he would tell her, who couldn't see everything in the world, which of the long-established masters of the rivers and lakes was stunned, and which young ladies stared straight at her eyes.
And she always had a calm smile on her face and didn't speak.
Su Su looked at the man who seemed to be aware of where he was standing, and said tremblingly: "I know, even if you are about to enter the realm of celestial phenomenon, you can't beat him."
The blind luthier who almost killed Xu Fengnian in the rain alley gave a hum, his expression calm.
Su Su turned her head, looked at her, and said with a bitter smile: "They must be here for me. My life is worth it anyway, no loss. No matter how they came to the door, it is meaningless to say this, you go away Bar."
Xue Songguan still hummed.
Then she moved away, opened the door and walked out.
At this moment, Su Su felt a little sad.
Husband and wife are originally birds in the same forest, and they fly separately when disaster strikes.
But she is not his daughter-in-law.
If yes, how good it would be.
Then even if she left alone, he would be willing.
Suddenly, Su Su woke up with a start, and rushed out of the room like crazy.
Then he saw her float away, landed in the Lusheng field, and stood in front of those soldiers.
Su Su suddenly burst into tears.
This young man who has been as timid as a mouse in a foreign country for more than 20 years, this lame young man who was stupid and crippled in a play between the two not long ago, was full of pride for the first time, lying on the railing and shouting loudly said a word.
"Daughter-in-law, wait for me!"
It's just that Xue Songguan didn't let him be arrogant for too long. After she tore off the cotton cloth wrapped around the guqin, she lightly plucked a string, and Su Su, who was behind the beauty, fainted immediately.
Then, blind, she turned her head and "looked back".
She was just a little regretful, saying that Qu San was the end of life.
She can't see it, he can't hear it.