More than a thousand soldiers and horses sent billows of smoke and dust across the ground.
Although there were only more than a thousand people, the formation was drawn up. There were galloping scouts in front and behind, and the horses were marching in teams of ten. The captains of each team had big flags tied to them, and the words "Zhenwu Army" were fluttering like a thousand people.
Thousands of troops.
Looking around the vast fields, you can see some villages, but no human habitation.
There was a sharp and strange sound of breaking through the air from the dense forest ahead, and a speeding scout raised his hand and waved to block an incoming arrow.
As the arrows fell in the dense forest, several soldiers and horses jumped out and shouted: "Who is coming!"
Without waiting for an answer, he shouted again and looked flustered.
"Ah, it's Zhenwu Army!"
"Ah, that's General Xu's military flag!"
"The Zhenwu army is fierce, let's retreat quickly."
"General Xu is so fierce that we must run for our lives!"
Xu Yue, who was marching, laughed and scolded: "These bastards!"
Xu Yue's soldiers and horses were mixed with these guarding ambushes. Meeting after this kind of war in troubled times was a bit more joyful than the ordinary reunion, but it was also a bit sad. There were always familiar faces that were no longer seen.
But now is not the time for nostalgia and sentimentality.
"They will all be in front." The soldiers and horses on guard here pointed with their hands.
There is a majestic fortress in front. From a distance, the fortress is intact. Nearby, there are scattered weapons and bloodstains. There are also scars on the fortress wall. The fierce battle can still be seen on the cleared battlefield.
"Ling Xun is good at fighting. Seven thousand soldiers and horses are stationed here." Old Hu said loudly. There was a fresh scar on his face. The scar showed his arrogance. "Shuofang soldiers are powerful, so what? Or
Our Zhenwu Army is the most powerful."
Xu Yue patted him: "Don't tell me, I know."
Old Hu sighed and looked sideways at Jiang Ming, who was standing aside. Of course he was telling outsiders.
Jiang Ming looked around and nodded in agreement: "This side is easy to defend but difficult to attack, so it will be powerful."
If you don't add the previous sentence, it will sound more pleasant to the ear. If you add the previous sentence, it will sound like a more powerful person is commenting, and Lao Hu curled his lips.
"Go and see the general." Xu Yue glared at Lao Hu, "Madam and the young lady are thinking about the general."
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"They will all lose weight."
Jiang Ming looked at Wu Ya'er sitting indoors and sighed, taking off the baggage on his back.
"If there was a painter here, I wouldn't dare take the general's portrait back."
Wu Ya'er smiled: "It's just a good thing to lose weight."
It's better than getting hurt.
Jiang Ming began to lay out the items in the bag: "These are newly made summer clothes. I probably won't be able to wear this one. There are also winter clothes."
The clothes were things that a normal couple, mother and son, and their families would give, and they also took out some tonics for eating, drinking, and wound medicine. This was Mrs. Wu's expression of sincerity and goodwill in the transaction, and then there was a letter and a scroll.
"Young Madam's letter, as well as the portrait that Young Madam returned to Guangzhou Mansion to give to Madam." Jiang Ming said with a smile, "You will see that Madam has gained some weight."
Wu Ya'er reached out and took it: "Thank you for your hard work, young lady."
Jiang Ming sighed: "It's a pity that King Zhao is still..."
Wu Ya'er said: "We have done a good job, it's just that the thieves are rampant."
Brother Ming settled the accounts, Jiang Ming leaned over and thanked him: "Thank you so much this time."
The family didn't talk to each other, so Wu Ya'er said: "You guys go to rest first after running around." He called someone to come in and make arrangements.
The person who was called in was Wang Li, an acquaintance of the Army Han Dynasty. He took off the command flag on his back, put down his sword, and took Jiang Ming away: "Tell me how the fight with Fan Yangjun was? Come and try the Feng'an Army here again. Let's see.
Let’s see who is more powerful.”
The two of them chatted, laughed and made out affectionately before leaving.
After Jiang Ming left, the room became relaxed and casual. Xu Yue sat down on the chair, picked up the water bottle and took a big sip. Lao Hu urged him to tell him about his trip to Yizhou.
Jiang Ming didn't say this before, and it was appropriate for them to speak for themselves. Xu Yue's story rang in the room, how he was divided into soldiers, how he found out that he was deceived, the details of Mrs. Wu's marching habits, what the soldiers and horses from various places saw along the way, Bai
The story of the robed soldiers, King Zhao's sacrifice of his life to protect the city, and the Xuanwu Dao Ying and Chen Hanxu were all told in a fascinating way, which made everyone understand what the world outside the capital has become.
However, Lao Hu smacked his lips: "I knew that the soldier who was cheated out would never come back. You see, Lao Zhou will become hers."
Xu Yue corrected: "I asked Old Zhou to guard Yizhou City. They are all our soldiers and horses, not her people."
"That means Yizhou City belongs to us?"
"Is this a thank-you gift from her?"
"Yizhou City sounds very prosperous, not bad."
Others in the room were joking and analyzing.
Lao Hu was very sober and reminded them: "You are stupid, but that woman is not stupid. Yizhou is close to her, so it is convenient for her."
Everyone in the room was joking and talking. Wu Ya'er listened and opened the letter. The letter was still thin and as simple as Jiang Ming's words. He said he was safe, said thank you and arranged for Zhou Xian, and the rest was all.
Omitted, but there are more words than the previous letter,
He looked at his waist. There was a hidden pocket sewn into the belt, which contained things that he would never leave. There were not many things. Originally there was only a purse, which his mother made for him when he was a child. Now there is an additional letter.
Witnessing Concubine Luo's death in the capital, he couldn't help but want to talk to his mother, but he could only write to Mrs. Wu. He was emotionally agitated at the moment, and the writing didn't start or end, so he put it aside and didn't think about it anymore.
Unexpectedly, I received a reply from Mrs. Wu not long after leaving the capital.
He wrote one sentence, and she only replied: "Husband, the world is difficult and God is ruthless. We are both weak women. My mother and I should rely on each other to comfort each other throughout our lives."
She probably thought he was questioning her, so she replied simply, "I will definitely take good care of your mother, because they are all weak women."
Both heaven and men are ruthless. If women don't protect women, how can women survive in this world?
Wu Ya'er's lips curled up into a slight smile, she was not a weak woman.
"Why are you laughing, Crow?" Old Hu shouted, "Is that scroll a portrait of my aunt?"
Wu Ya'er opened the scroll. This time it was not an exaggerated scroll of human size. On the scroll, there was a crowd of people in front of a city gate. The crowd was surrounding three women.
"This is aunt!" Lao Hu came over and recognized her at first sight and shouted.
"This city gate says Guangzhou Prefecture." Someone made a weird laugh and pointed to a place in the lower right corner that was about to appear on the screen. There were many soldiers and horses standing here, "Is this Lao Xu?"
Everyone gathered around to look at the painting and Xu Yue.
Xu Yue felt ashamed and amused. As the person in the painting, she explained to everyone: "This is the scene where we bid farewell to Han Xu and left Yingchen to return to Guangzhou Prefecture. The prefecture officials and the people came to greet them, and my aunt also personally
Coming..."
Wu Yaer looked at the woman in the picture. Although she was small, she was vivid and vivid. A few white hairs in her hair were also outlined. Her eyes were covered with a soft white gauze, and she had large pearls on her ears. She was dressed plainly.
Wearing a white brocade dress, her figure is a bit plumper compared to the previous portraits she sent...
Wu Ya'er's eyes were inexplicably sour, and she turned her gaze to her mother. The woman's black blouse and black veil were in sharp contrast to her mother's soft whiteness, but the arms holding each other, the soft bodies touching each other, and the feet under her feet
The picture of the maid who is half-kneeling and smiling with her face upward is incomparably integrated.
Wu Ya'er looked at this woman whose true face he couldn't see. He believed in the promise she made in the last sentence of her letter. He believed that even if she killed him, he would let his mother live a long life.
As far as she is concerned, when he is alive, the woman is Mrs. Wu; when he is dead, the woman is a weak woman.
She is a ruthless Shura and a compassionate Bodhisattva.
Who is she? How old is she? Why is she covered up? Is she born ugly or does she have an injury that disfigures her appearance?