Faced with Lingyue's sudden raised eyebrows and pointed fingers, Yan Bing was a little dazed for a moment, and quickly asked with a puzzled look on his face: "What do you mean? Madam... why did you say this?"
"In the past few days, you have been running here and there with that King Beizhen every day, looking here and there! You even took Xingtian to sit with him! Aren't you afraid of letting this guy learn everything!!??
Or do you just want to collude with the enemy and treason!??" Li Lingyue bit her lip and glared at Yan Bing fiercely, as if she was going to "kill relatives out of justice" at the next moment, which frightened Yan Bing and hurriedly explained.
"Madam! What are you thinking?? I don't deserve to be a good princess and become a prince. What kind of country am I rebelling against!? I'm knocking the mountain to scare the tiger!!"
"Knock on the mountain to shake the tiger?? Then is it necessary to take him to see Xingtian and the artillery!? Those are the weapons of the country! How can you show them to others so easily!?" Ling Yue slapped the table angrily.
But before Yan Bing could open his mouth to explain, Xue Kui on the side had already taken a clear look and said to Lingyue with a smile: "Sister, you are worrying too much. After all, he is also a prince personally granted by the imperial court. He insists on staying.
You can see it sooner or later, so it’s better to just let him see it and get out of it."
"Retreating when faced with difficulties? Artillery, Xingtian, can't you just take a look at that thing?? What's so difficult? It's nothing more than changing the barrel from round to square, brushing silk all over the wood paint, and then using an oil lamp to bake it underneath
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"Then can you make glycerin...? Can you make gunpowder...? You can't do it without fodder, even if you have horses, right?" Yan Bing added with a smile, instantly rendering Lingyue speechless.
"Just look at it and let me tell you...our husband is better than a monkey when it comes to hair! Sister, just don't worry!"
"Sister Xuekui, what you said is wrong. Even if our husband has no hair, he is still a little smarter than a monkey."
"Then I really thank you!!!" Yan Bing looked at the three of them laughing with disgust, then turned around and walked out of the camp...
"Hey~ Why are you going? Why are you still not happy after just saying a few words to you?"
"How dare I? My 'eldest lady', today King Beizhen will go to Anton with Harry Bai's tribe. I, the Princess of Kaiyuan, must go to see him off... Oh~! It's really troublesome... There's still a war.
You have to bring a 'oil bottle'..." Yan Bing complained as he opened the curtain and walked towards the south gate of the city...
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Xuansi three years
July 28
Yan Bing's three armies marched towards Andong City, which is across the river from Goryeo...
At this time, there are only less than two months left before winter begins.
But who knows that Goryeo only has a palm-sized piece of land, which is about the same as a province in the Central Plains Dynasty...
Two months are enough for Yan Bing to point his sword at the front of the army, march through every city here, and wipe out every defender here.
Although she did have such confidence and strength, she still led the troops to go around Liaokou City first, and then drove from Liaokou City to Anton, because in Liaokou City, there was still a reserve of the original Xingtian
A large amount of cold-warming supplies came from the operation.
Only when you are prepared for danger can you count the risks and loses...
Just two years ago at this time, on this land, a hundred households and hundreds of soldiers taught Yan Bing this truth with their lives...
I went to Liaokou City again and crossed the Taizi River again, but now things have changed, and there are new graves and grass...
Five miles outside the city, at the intersection of mountains and rivers, the dense forest at the foot of the mountain gradually merged with hundreds of tombs. In the bushes everywhere, beautiful azaleas bloomed, covering the mountains and plains, bright and fragrant.
, looking around, it feels like you are in a paradise, as if all the disputes and noises in this world have been stripped away, leaving only tranquility, birdsong, and the fragrance of flowers...
And buried under this land are the loyal bones of hundreds of heroes who died in the battle for Liaodong...
"Commander... these plants and trees... do you want me to send someone to clean them up?" A general stepped forward and asked for instructions.
Yan Bing paused in front of Zhou Zhihai's grave for a long time, then slowly raised his head and looked around, then mused: "No need, the scenery here is just in line with their long-cherished wish to join the army. It is prosperous, beautiful, quiet and peaceful, so let them stay here
In the sea of flowers, watch how the land of China rises..."
After saying that, Yan Bing slowly turned around and looked at the lieutenant, and whispered: "When you go to the city to pull the baggage, help me bring a message to the guard by the way, saying that I want to erect a tombstone here.
, inscribe the 'Heroes Tomb', and then carve the names of the heroes whose bones were buried here around the tombstone, and be sure not to damage the flowers and trees here."
"Yes, I will definitely convey the princess's order..." The general bowed his hand, then turned around and led the soldiers on the other side of the river, urging the carriage to Liaokou City...
Yan Bing slowly walked to the cart behind her, which was filled with the wine she brought specially from Yingxian Academy. When she sent troops to Liaodong again, she had already thought of this day and the group of guards who wanted to protect her family.
Soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country...
"Come! Soldiers! Try our home-brewed wine. It will be hundreds of times stronger than what you have drunk before!" Yan Bing held the wine jar in one hand and the wine bowl in the other, carrying the jars one by one and the bowls one by one.
Pour a bowl of water, pay respect to each grave, pour water on each monument...
A total of 527 tombs, a total of 1,581 bowls of wine, and only half of the car full of wine jars...
"This half of the altar is mine! Don't rob it from me!" Yan Bing shouted towards the cemetery with a face full of laughter, but the only response she received was the gentle breeze and the sound of the mountains.
echo...
Two lines of hot tears also crossed the corners of Yan Bing's slightly upturned mouth...
"I did it!! You can do whatever you want-!!!"
A loud shout spread throughout the mountains, and half the jar of wine was drank up in one go...
The wine tastes sweet and strong...
But there is an extra hint of bitterness...
Heart-wrenching...
But there is a touch of sadness...
After Yan Bing drank it all in one breath, he raised his sleeve and wiped it on his face randomly. It was no longer clear whether he was laughing or crying.
Sitting alone in front of the grave and giggling for a while, another person silently bent down and carried the empty wine jars back to the car one by one, until he walked back to Zhou Zhihai's grave again, put his hand on the tombstone, and whispered
He said: "I'm leaving... I'll see you again when I have time..." Then he carried the last empty wine jar in front of his grave back to the car, and then one person pushed a cart of empty wine jars towards Liaoning
