Chapter 772 We have to fight for the rest of our lives
Zhao Changhe originally thought that the war atmosphere would be extremely tense, so he hurried back to the capital, but in the end he spent a good year with the women, practicing and exploring.
At first, I felt that I was too busy to take care of every woman's company. But on the second and third days, I seemed to gradually start to return to my original nature.
Everyone has a lot to do, no one needs to pester him, and he does not need to go to anyone deliberately. For Chi Chi Wanzhuang and others, in fact, as long as he has that intention, he is very happy. In fact, "there is someone at home."
The feeling that he is here is more meaningful than anything else, and it makes me feel at ease and at ease.
Zhao Changhe spent most of the time in seclusion under the Ancestral Temple with Yue Hongling, and the two of them basically didn't talk much. Occasionally, they opened their eyes and saw each other, smiling slightly, and they felt indescribably peaceful.
Compared with Yue Hongling who remained motionless, Zhao Changhe still went out often, mainly to accompany everyone to eat and to keep track of the progress of some things.
The first is the storage box.
The box can be molded and mass-produced, but the formations engraved on the box cannot be copied and must be hand-carved by monks one by one. Therefore, the box can be mass-produced quickly, but the finished storage box cannot be produced quickly.
On the fifth day of the first lunar month, the first batch of one hundred storage boxes was finally completed thanks to the overtime work of Yuan Xing and others.
These one hundred storage boxes are completely different from the low-end rings provided by Sha Qi before. The boxes are convenient for engraving formations, and the resulting capacity is much larger than that batch of low-end rings. Each box itself is
It is twice as big as a cigarette box, but the inside is the size of a small room. No matter how small a room is, it is still a room. What is the concept of the capacity of a hundred rooms?
Zhao Changhe also tried additionally to see if he could use one box to put other boxes into matryoshka dolls, but finally found that it didn't work. It seemed that the spaces were mutually exclusive, so forget it. Anyway, although the matryoshka dolls cannot be placed in other boxes, they can be packaged in the same space.
, it’s no problem to pack all the boxes in a package and take them away together. In fact, it’s only twenty cartons of cigarettes... at most, it can be divided into two or three packages.
This means that as long as one person and one horse can replace the transportation capacity of a huge fleet.
In the past few days, Zhao Changhe has taught the Crane Control Technique to all military generals and demon-suppressing department generals who are qualified to use it at the ninth level of Xuanguan. Now a lot of people can "unbox" it. That day, the demon-suppressing department Wu Weiyang made a plan
Ma took the storage box and went straight to Taihang, picked up the grain truck from northern Shanxi on the mountain road, and returned early the next morning.
Seeing that the warehouse was full of grain in an instant, the commander-in-chief of the three armies, Zhuque, stared blankly and was speechless for a long time.
Being played with like this by you, it seems that some of my war knowledge from elementary school can be burned away.
The storage box is still being produced, and this is not the only shock to Commander Suzaku.
Although the cannon "God's Punishment" is much slower to build than a box, it is not as slow as expected. In the middle of the first month, ten Divine Punishment Secrets were lined up in front of Suzaku.
Looking at the roaring artillery fire, Suzaku felt that he could burn some of the war knowledge he had learned.
In the second half of the year, the weather in the North gets warmer, the ice in the North Sea melts and the snow melts, and the grass begins to sprout.
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After the court meeting, Tang Wanzhuang, the new prime minister of the Han Dynasty, and Zhuque, the new general, walked side by side on the long street outside the palace.
Some old people in the capital looked at the two walking side by side from a distance, their expressions filled with memories of a long time ago.
That year in the capital, that year there were two little girls holding each other and rolling around against the wall.
Time flies, but the familiar red and white clothes are still there, but the delicate stamens have fully bloomed, like roses and begonias in full bloom, and every article and article of military force has supported the pillars of the empire.
Do they still fight?
"Most of your disciples went to the Ancestral Temple to steal food, so you don't care." The prime minister was saying to the general.
"The Yue Hongling Pestle is over there, she can't eat it." Suzaku replied with a smile.
I won't tell you that he actually stayed in the Queen Mother's palace last night, hehe.
However, after so many days, I thought he would continue to think about having the Queen Mother and Emperor serve together, but in the end I found that he was not as full of these things as before, and his companionship was very warm and comfortable. On the contrary, the stinky disciple himself was not ashamed.
No shame, using the excuse of "paying regards to the Queen Mother", I ran over here at night and never went back.
This happened once every time. A few months ago, I was so embarrassed and angry when he dragged his master and disciple Gao Gao in the Imperial Study Room. As of yesterday, I didn't feel any mental fluctuations. I was feeling lazy.
He said, "You're all here, just stay here."
Then he pressed the apprentice's hand and played with him for a while.
The teacher is kind and the disciple is filial.
But just because Xia Chichi was full last night, of course he wouldn't go out to steal food again now. How could he be so hungry?
But having said that, since he can teleport to the Queen Mother's Palace, he will also teleport to the Tang Mansion outside the palace. I guess the Tang family's hooves have been well fed in the past ten days. Look at the brightness on the eyebrows and the corners of the eyes, which he used to do before.
His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked like he didn't know where he was going.
The vixen, as expected, was just to seduce men.
Of course, this is the prime minister and the general on the street, so there is no room for arguing. The two of them looked straight ahead in a serious manner, and Tang Wanzhuang was asking: "How well do you know your army?"
"I know a lot about you." Suzaku glanced sideways at her: "Now we have all the food, wages and money. However, there are still gaps in military supplies such as weapons, crossbows, tents, quilts, and even ropes and water bottles. Could you please give me some more supervision, Prime Minister?"
"The gap is not big. With the truth behind us, you can rest assured."
Zhuque didn't like what she claimed to be like, and couldn't help but said: "It's not a big deal. What I want is a specific time. How can I be so perfunctory?"
Tang Wanzhuang did not argue with her, and still described the situation calmly: "Materials cannot be conjured, they need to be manufactured. Nowadays, it is no different than in the past. The workshops in Langya Qinghe and other places can be transported quickly when they start work. It is easy not to rely solely on supplies from Gyeonggi.
I've learned a lot, so I can guarantee this. However, I can't remotely supervise the progress of the Langya Qinghe River. I can only rely on homing pigeons. It's hard for me to answer this question about the specific time."
Suzaku punched the cotton and looked at Tang Wanzhuang in surprise.
Although this woman's calm tone is the norm, the premise is that the person looking for trouble cannot be her, Suzaku. Once she is the one looking for trouble, this woman's tone will change. Why are you so calm today...
"What are you looking at me for?" Tang Wanzhuang looked intently: "If you want to quarrel, change to another place. It's on the street."
Suzaku: "Where to change?"
Tang Wanzhuang: "?"
"Forget it." Zhuque said: "I really came to you to ask about the situation, not to quarrel with you. Now that spring is blooming, Sanniang also said that Timur has sent envoys to extensively connect with various ministries in the northwest Gobi, and the situation is about to break out.
.I originally planned to mention it in today's meeting. Now that the troops have been trained, we just need to wait for the military supplies to be ready for the Northern Expedition. However, I mentioned it as if I was humiliating you in public. It doesn't look good if you misunderstand it, so I talked about it privately.
"
She paused and added: "We cannot passively wait for Timur to go south and then launch some defensive counterattack. We have to take the initiative. The Immortal God is most likely to be at the peak of the second level of Yujing. Once restored by him, it will not be a disaster.
Killing those people is comparable."
Tang Wanzhuang asked: "How is the second level of peak specific?"
"We know how strong Zun is during the battle in Chang'an. He injured Hong Ling even when five people were besieging him. It's not a joke. There's another key point. I don't know who it was from Jiuyou or Changhe in that battle..." Zhuque suddenly
After a moment, he continued: "In short, the Louguantai space was isolated at that time, so the aftermath of our battle did not spill out, otherwise Chang'an would be in ruins."
Tang Wanzhuang said: "What you mean is that once the Immortal God revives and goes south, not mentioning the danger of Yanmen is just a lie. Just considering that the battlefield is in our place, the casualties caused by it will be unbearable."
"Yes, the battlefield must be where they are so that we can have free rein. It doesn't matter how many people are accidentally injured."
Tang Wanzhuang frowned tightly.
Zhuque asked curiously: "What?"
"Originally, we were in a situation where we could advance, attack, retreat and defend, but now that I heard what you said, it has become a situation where we have to go all-in on the northern expedition... If Timur knew our mentality, he could calmly lay down a dragnet... It would be very difficult to fight like this.
Suffer a loss."
Suzaku looked at her sideways: "You and your man only know how to be at odds with each other, but you don't know how to ask some practical questions?"
Tang Wanzhuang quickly glanced to the left and right and saw the pedestrians in the distance. She muttered in a low voice: "Who asked this and that during that incident! What do you want to say?"
"Why do you think he has been training so hard to observe the world recently? It is to train his ability to overlook and observe the surroundings on a large scale, and to process multiple aspects of information at the same time. When the time comes, he will go on an expedition with me.
We are aware of all the changes around us, so how can we easily slip into some kind of dragnet?" Suzaku said with disdain, "You man is only thinking about the Northern Expedition, and there are many of them. Of course, some weaklings who want to be empowered by men to break the imperial guard cannot understand."
Tang Wanzhuang finally suppressed the blush on her face and said angrily: "Can he always be by your side? Are you capable enough!"
"Everyone is training towards the second level of the Realm of Control. I took his reminder, and of course I have some enlightenment. The element of fire is everywhere, and what I see is beyond your knowledge. Take a good look at it and learn from it."
While they were talking, the two of them had already arrived in front of the Tang family, now the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Tang Wanzhuang stopped and gritted her teeth: "The general has arrived at the door of his house. Would you like to come in and have a drink? You and I can continue discussing current affairs."
The implication is, we've changed places, let's go, come with me and tear them apart.
How could Zhuque be afraid of her? He raised his head proudly, held out his chest and followed her in.
When they arrived at Tang Wanzhuang's courtyard, both of them were stunned for a moment.
From the courtyard, you can see Zhao Changhe sitting there writing something by the window of the house. He is standing next to him with his piano in hand, grinding ink and pouring tea for him. From time to time, his eyes fall on the side of his uncle's face, full of gentleness and tenderness.
Tang Wanzhuang curled her lips. This maid is useless. She is happier serving her uncle than serving her own young lady. The tenderness in her brows and corners of her eyes is really... as if she is seeing herself.
At any rate, the scene was about writing, and although it looked a little jealous, it was not irritating. Suzaku forgot about the quarrel with Tang Wanzhuang, went into the room with his hands behind his hands, and poked his head to see: "What are you writing?"
Zhao Changhe kept writing letters and replied: "The most obvious flaw of using the sky to descend is that you can't enter the secret realm. I originally intended to communicate with Sisi about some things, but it turned out that Sisi has been in the secret realm of the Spirit Clan these days.
Not in Dali. I searched several times but couldn't find anyone. I could only talk to the Ling tribe people in Dali for a few words, but I felt uneasy, so I simply added another letter."
"What's so important?"
"According to the performance of Li Shentong, it is no longer meaningful for us to let the Miao soldiers suppress Bashu. We can just stay on guard against others. The remaining elites should go eastward to western Hunan. That's where Yin Kui should have come from.
I wonder if there is any tail left behind when it rises.”
"What you are guarding against is...Jiuyou?"
"Well. The biggest difference between Jiuyou and the demon gods under its system and conventional war is that they themselves will cause death and chaos, rather than a struggle for power. Therefore, they will kill and destroy unscrupulously, which cannot be explained by ordinary theories. In addition, they will kill and destroy without restraint.
With the help of beast control, Sisi can reach or even surpass our current level. For example, she can observe the earth with a flying eagle. I asked her to send a few reliable beast control masters over, which may be able to make up for our shortcomings. Well, say
Maybe there are additional benefits..."
"What's the benefit?"
"The Hu people often use eagle eyes to observe what's going on in the distance, right? But their falcon training is not on the same level as the spirit beast control. I think we can let the beast master's eagle control the airspace, and let the Hu people's eagles control the airspace."
Kill us. Our soul spying will most likely have to compete with Timur Bo'er's, rendering everyone useless. In the end, we will have to return to our original roots and rely on conventional methods. If we can really control the volley, our advantage will come."
Both women looked at him blankly.
In fact, both of them have thought about these things, but of course they didn't think about it from Sisi Yushou's side. They all thought it was a matter of how to fight for it on the battlefield. As a result, he called for foreign aid from thousands of miles away and solved it in the simplest way, as if everyone had been fighting since childhood.
The last remaining part of the military book you read can also be burned.
As Suzaku said earlier, everyone controls this and that, and it seems that he only needs to control "those of us who master those".
The war hasn't started yet, and the effort is all done outside the battlefield.
Zhao Changhe finished writing the letter, folded it and handed it to Baoqin: "Let the Demon Suppressor send it to King Dali urgently."
Baoqin took the letter and glanced at Suzaku.
Suzaku made a move to touch his acupuncture points, then ran away with Qin and Xin in his arms: "With all your talk, I don't mind bullying you. You old women are the same level of opponents... Oops~"
Before he could even finish his words, the young lady picked him up by the collar, rolled him up into a pile, and threw him directly from the courtyard wall.
Baoqin, who was bullied by his own lady, didn't even realize how high his rank was now. She was the only virgin around him who could be seen on the surface. It was so delicious that some people were reluctant to eat it too quickly.
Zhao Changhe really couldn't laugh or cry: "Why are you bullying Baoqin... By the way, why did you two come together when the sun is out in the west?"
Neither of them was embarrassed to say that they came here to quarrel or fight in a deserted place. Tang Wanzhuang coughed twice and said: "It's nothing. The general is impeaching the Prime Minister for delaying the supply of military supplies. The Prime Minister should have a drink and chat with the General.
Talk about it."
Suzaku glared and said, "When did I impeach you? I still gave you face in the court!"
"Okay, okay." Zhao Changhe reached out and hugged Tang Wanzhuang, who was about to retort: "Since the wine is being served, can I drink?"
Tang Wanzhuang was caught off guard and was hugged by Zhuque in front of him. She felt very ashamed in her heart and struggled: "Let go, what are you talking about! Hold the piano, hold the piano, hurry up and serve the wine..."
Before she finished speaking, she remembered that she had thrown Baoqin out. Tang Wanzhuang's voice was stuck in her throat, and she was so embarrassed and angry.
Zhuque was filled with fighting spirit and was amused by this scene: "Shout again, I'd like to see it."
Tang Wanzhuang closed her mouth and stared angrily.
Suzaku's eyes widened with laughter: "What are you doing just holding it? Touching it and looking at it."
How could Zhao Changhe mess with Tang Wanzhuang in front of her? He would have to sleep on the floor from now on. Hearing this, he stretched out his other hand and took Zhuque into his arms.
"?" Suzaku struggled: "What are you saying about letting go!"
Tang Wanzhuang, who was originally embarrassed and angry, became happy when she heard these words that were exactly the same as her own reaction: "Shout again, I will love to see you."
Suzaku: "..."
The atmosphere was quiet for a moment, and both of them stopped talking, looking at each other like cockfighting cocks.
In fact, Zhao Changhe just wanted to break up the fight and had no other thoughts. When it became quiet, he smiled: "Okay, let's eat together? A prime minister and a general are as noisy as a little girl... You two..."
Tang Wanzhuang bit her lower lip, suddenly remembering her long-standing promise.
At that time, he was going out on his own, under the watchful eyes of gods and demons. He was extremely worried, and could only encourage him to say that if he could come back safely, he would fight the Lord Suzaku on the bed for him. That was nothing more than hoping that he could save himself.
, don’t just fight to the death with others when your head gets hot, think about the fact that there are people waiting for you in Beijing, who have what you want.
Times have changed, and the impulse at that time has passed. That shameful promise has been put off and he doesn't want to fulfill it, but he is about to go on an expedition again.
Not setting the time for the Northern Expedition in advance is out of fear of spies. Now that everything is ready, we can set out at any time if we want to. Judging from today's discussion, it may be possible to set off tomorrow.
This is a battle of national destiny, involving not only the Hu people, but also Guanlong, and Kunlun... The most powerful demon god Jiuyou is watching. Even if Zhao Changhe made all possible preparations before the war, the Miao territory will be determined.
, Anbashu, chaos in Guanzhong, transportation improvements, and artillery are released. Now no one dares to say how likely it is to win this battle. They can only say that they will try their best.
Then why not fulfill his long-cherished wish before setting off? He must have thought about it for a long time...so as not to become a dishonest person.
Tang Wanzhuang heard her own voice, as if she was mumbling in her sleep: "What are you going to eat? You eat her, I'll help you."
"Eh?" Zhao Changhe's eyes widened.
Zhuque almost jumped up: "Tang, you..."
"You don't want it? Then just watch from the side." Tang Wanzhuang smiled slightly, stood up on her toes and kissed Zhao Changhe on the lips: "Kiss me."
Zhao Changhe was not a man of faith. No matter how he had not planned it in advance, he would only refuse if he was out of his mind. He immediately kissed her smoothly.
Suzaku stared at the man and his old enemy kissing each other in front of him, his hair almost standing on end like a flame: "You guys..."
In fact, Tang Wanzhuang is much more ashamed than she is... We all have different ideologies. Once a demonic witch like Zhuque is let go and spends time with Sanniang and Chichi, there won't be much conflict, but she, Tang Wanzhuang, is really
It was the first time since I followed Zhao Changhe that I was with someone else, and I didn't even participate in holding the piano.
Seeing that Tang Wanzhuang took the initiative to provoke, but ended up tensing up and closing his eyes so hard that he didn't dare to open them, Suzaku was obviously annoyed, but when he saw it, he suddenly became happy: "Is that you? Good, good, good-looking
...Would you like me to help you make it look better?"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and gently pulled Tang Wanzhuang's belt.
The sachet was secretly untied, the Luo belt was lightly separated, and the perfect white jade appeared in the room. Suzaku chuckled and was about to run away: "You guys continue, I'll take a look outside..."
Before he finished speaking, Tang Wanzhuang, who seemed to be so tense that he didn't know what he was doing, suddenly stretched out his fingers, and his grasping hand with the ultimate blue wave Qingyi brushed against the vital point on Zhuque's waist. Zhuque numbed for a moment, and was hugged by Zhao Changhe who understood tacitly.
After arriving at the curtain.
The curtain closed, and the last scene showed Tang Wanzhuang holding Suzaku's hand.
"As I said, the fight between you and me will last a lifetime..."
I recommend a book called "Abnormal Signs" in which all kinds of imaginary containment objects fly around. If you are interested, check it out.