Nong Zhigao's hair has turned all white, and when he stands with his mother Anong, he looks even older...
Walking in the stinking city, looking at the officials huddled in their sheds, my heart felt like a knife...
"This is Buluotuo's punishment for us! He is angry that we gave up the mountains and came to this city. We are the descendants of the mountains. We were born and raised here and depend on the mountains for our lives. This time we abandoned the mountains, so
Only then will he impose punishment..."
Nong Zhigao turned his head and looked at his mother and said: "Mother, please take your people back to the mountains. Don't think about coming out to avenge me anymore. This city is my glory and my sin. I will leave it here."
Come down and fight to the death with the Song people.
We are too arrogant, mother. The victory in Guangnan made me forget what kind of country the Song Dynasty was. They only sent a Xiang army and 30,000 border troops and put us in Guangyuan into a complete dilemma.
I thought they were used to enduring failure and humiliation, but it seems like this is not the case at all. Mother, if I don’t die, the anger of the Song Dynasty will not subside. Only my head can be made into a wine glass.
The Emperor of the Song Dynasty relieved his anger. However, we have already shown our strength. We are not lambs to be slaughtered. Next time, I believe that the Emperor of the Song Dynasty will not throw away our contributions and the Golden Book.
My death can make others no longer underestimate us, which is also a victory."
Nong Zhigao looked at a child stuffing food into his mouth while streams of water spurted out from the child's buttocks. He closed his eyes in pain. There were too many such people, too many in the city...
Listening to the sound of the child falling to the ground, Nong Zhigao said decisively to his mother: "Go quickly, go faster, take away those who have not been harmed by the plague and go back to the mountains! Don't stop for a moment."
Anon hugged her son and hurriedly made preparations. She had never been an indecisive person. She was not afraid of death, but worried that it would be meaningless.
Xiao Lin was lying on the cliff like a gecko, looking up at the rickety suspension bridge above his head, motionless. He had been observing for a whole day but did not see Nong Zhigao coming out of the city and looking into the canyon.
It was about to get dark, so he waved his hand behind him, and a ropeway immediately stretched straight. He hung the hook on the ropeway and connected it to a very thin rope. Soon, his figure disappeared along with the ropeway.
In the mist between the valleys...
Being soaked in the lime water was not comfortable, but Xiao Lin insisted on soaking for a full stick of incense, burying his head in the water and blowing on it, and then stepped out of the lime water and stepped into the warm room that had been prepared.
In Qingshui, this link was his favorite. Not only did he need to drink a large pot of the strongest liquor, he also had to have others wipe his body with alcohol. When he came out of the tent in the Western Regions, he not only had to carry three
I feel drunk, and my whole body is filled with an intoxicating aroma of wine.
"Not as many people died as you think. A strong old woman left with tens of thousands of elite people. They were all very energetic and did not seem to be sick. There were many women and children among them, and they did not seem to be sick.
, at least I thought that people who can walk across that suspension bridge are considered healthy people, you miscalculated." Xiao Lin, who was eating a delicious dinner, said to Yun Zheng.
Zhou Tong saw that Yun Zheng's words were not painful, so he quickly said: "We still have use for Nong Zhigao's head, that can't be buried. How can we be sure that we killed Nong Zhigao without the head?"
Yun Zheng grinned, pointed at Comrade Zhou with the book in his hand and said: "You are a stubborn person. At this time, you still don't understand what we are going to do? What do you want Nong Zhigao's head for? Why do you have to be sure of Nong Zhigao?"
He is already dead. As soon as Nong Zhigao dies, we will have to return to the camp. What excuse can we use to enter Jiaozhi?"
Zhou Tong said noncommittally: "There is no excuse to accuse Nong Zhigao. Do you have to use Nong Zhigao as a cover? I heard from Xiaolin that Nong Zhigao's mother Anong has left Wuchao with people who are not infected...
No, Anon can't leave. The people of Jiaozhi are actually watching Anon from behind. How can we let her leave easily with a lot of wealth? So as long as we leave Guangyuan Prefecture, we will face a war.
A life-and-death battle with the Cochin people?"
"There is no rush. We will wait for news from Di Qing before making a decision. Only when Di Qing leads his troops through Dali can we have a chance to advance into Jiaozhi. We must not have one army fighting two countries at the same time. That would make life difficult for everyone.
You go and prepare. We will not attack Wuchao. Taking time now is very beneficial to us. Cui Da's logistics camp is coming to Guangyuan Prefecture soon. By then, supplies will be replenished so that they can be fully staffed.
Pounce towards Shenglong Mansion!"
Zhou Tong laughed and stood up and left. Yun Zheng continued to nestle his body into the chair and continued to read his "Five Classics of Justice". The emperor has decided to start the examination in the autumn this year, and he doesn't know if he can
It's too late.
The exhausted Eight Hundred Miles Flying Cavalry finally brought Yu Jing's memorial to Bianliang City in Tokyo. This time the messenger was no longer an ordinary courier, but a group of thirty fully armed cavalry.
The leading knight had a small flag on his back. The flag was not exquisite and even a little torn. The cloaks on the cavalry were also full of dust, but the ability of riding two horses was still surprising. Lang Tan sat on the horse,
Despite the roar of the flag behind him, he clearly remembered the general's instructions. This was the first time Wu Shengjun appeared in Bianliang City, Tokyo. An appearance would make all Tokyoites remember Wu Shengjun, especially Wu Shengjun.
It was necessary to leave a very deep impression on Han Qi.
So before going to Beijing, he specifically thought about it. There was no need to put on new armor. This armor for daily fighting was very suitable. If it were to compare armor, people would compare the gilded armor of the Japanese army to his own armor.
There are too many beautiful ones.
Late autumn is a good time for Tokyoites to go to Xiangguo Temple to appreciate the chrysanthemums. Countless scholars and noble ladies sit in the gauze curtains, reciting poems and painting. The roads are full of luxurious carriages, and each carriage is followed by
Several servants in green clothes and small hats not only have good looks, but they also move in a very orderly manner. They neither approach nor stray far from the carriage, but are at the most convenient distance when their master calls them.
Vegetable farmers carrying burdens, merchants driving bullock carts, nobles strolling out of the city, and even a few blond and blue-eyed barbarians were among the crowd. The guards at the city gate rested their bodies on their spears and lazily watched the flow of people in and out.
, what a scene of peace and prosperity.
"Hurry up for eight hundred miles! Di Shuai rushes into Guangyuan Prefecture, and Wu Sheng's army besieges Wuchao City!"
Smoke and dust rose, horse hooves were like thunder, and the war horses were equipped with armor. The beast-like war horses suddenly appeared in this piece of paradise on earth, heading straight towards the city of Tokyo. (To be continued)