In troubled times, the rebels and the guards were fighting in a melee. As a soldier and general, he was fighting and killing everywhere, and his life was not very good.
But in troubled times, there is no government, no rules and order, the mountains are high and the emperor is far away, and as a soldier and general, life is more comfortable than before.
Of course, the prerequisite for soldiers is to survive, and for the future, it is necessary to have enough soldiers and horses in hand.
"The position of Xuanwu Dao is too important." The green-shirted scribe said, "Everyone wants it, but no one can win it, so there is chaos. The more chaotic it is, the less focused it is. The rebels are happy and the guards are happy too, so they don't care.
Leave us alone."
Everyone sitting around nodded.
"No one has come to attack us in the past two years. At that time, Ankang Mountain was just passing by. Anyone who blocked the road was killed. No one looked at other places."
"The guards didn't come to cause trouble. The troops of Mrs. Chu's army only stayed to save Han Xu, but they were only near Yingchen and were on the same page as us."
"Even Mrs. Chu can't swallow us, which shows that we are indeed not easy to mess with."
Everyone laughed proudly as they spoke.
"But what will we do in the future?" A thin general asked. His soldiers and horses were as thin as his body, and he was still very worried about the future. "Are we going to keep hiding like this?"
The blue-shirted scribe smiled and said: "Of course we can't hide all the time. Everything will come to an end, and the rebel guards will always win or lose. When the time comes, everyone will watch and we will help whoever is about to win."
There was a silence at the banquet. This scribe was so bold, but no one seemed to feel that he was rebellious anymore. Probably because Ankangshan not only did not die after two years, but he was going to be the emperor.
So someone became bolder, put down his glass and lowered his voice: "Mr. Tingru, look, who has a better chance of winning?"
The scholar in green shirt said calmly: "I can't see it yet. Things are changing and heroes are emerging in large numbers. It will take at least three years to understand the situation."
He didn't know everything. Those present were not disappointed, but felt more amiable.
"So within three years, we must maintain the status quo." The green-shirted scribe held up his wine glass, "We will not surrender to the rebels, but we will not join forces with the Guards. We are weak and timid. When the rebels come, we will run away.
We hide, and when the guards come, we send them off respectfully. In short, we protect our own soldiers and horses, save our lives, and then wait for the general trend to come and soar into the sky."
Soaring into the sky? A general laughed: "How can someone like me, who has less than ten thousand soldiers and no family background or relatives, soar into the sky?"
The green-robed scribe drank the wine in one gulp and smiled slightly: "Why not? As long as you are alive, everything has a chance. When those who are flying now die, I will only have to rely on you."
The generals laughed and said, "What are you talking about?" "Mr. Tingru is a scholar, but he speaks more fiercely than our military generals." "How can a man who flies into the sky die so easily?" all the people talking.
The scholar in green shirt stopped talking nonsense, laughed and poured wine for several people.
Several people present winked at each other, and a general picked up his wine glass and said, "Mr. Tingru, what Captain Cao means is that we don't need to come together."
The scribe in green shirt cut off his words: "Of course not. If we get together, that would not be a good thing. A big tree attracts the wind."
The generals looked at each other and said, "Then it's not good for everyone to just mind their own business."
"Why is it bad? Everyone is still the same as before. They do not interfere with each other, each defends his own mountain and his own city." The green-shirted scribe said with a smile, "Of course, if one party is really attacked."
He glanced at everyone, and everyone became slightly nervous when they saw his gaze.
"Remember, if you can win, fight. If you can't, run away."
Isn’t it actually aid? The generals were surprised.
"You have to weigh things like aid yourself. Do what you can. Those who are small should not sacrifice themselves for the sake of benevolence and righteousness. Those who are powerful should consider the gains and losses to see if it is worth it." The scholar in green shirt poured the wine and sat down.
He picked up his own glass of wine, relaxed and sat up straight again, "But."
No matter what, the generals also sat upright.
"But as long as anyone can run away, no matter who or where he runs, we still lend a helping hand." The green-shirted scribe said, "Listen to fate and do your best."
If destiny comes first and personnel comes later, it will be easy to handle. The generals relax their shoulders and feel sad or excited.
"If I can help my brothers, I will definitely do so. After all, we are both Xuanwu Tao soldiers."
"If I am lucky enough to escape, if you don't save me, I won't run to you. If I can live, I will live. If I can't, I will die happily."
The banquet became lively again, lamenting the chaotic world and scolding God for the hustle and bustle. Seeing that it was getting late, the scholar in blue got up and said goodbye, and several military generals personally escorted them out.
"Mr. Tingru." One of the generals drank, his face turned red, and he held the arm of the scribe in green shirt, "I'm a little naive, I thought you were here to convince us to join forces with him on behalf of Colonel Cao."
The scholar in green shirt laughed: "This is not a small heart, this is human nature, everyone will think like this." He patted the general's arm and raised his long eyebrows, "But in this troubled world, no one can survive.
It’s better.”
The generals all started laughing.
"Yeah, who would have thought that everyone wants to strengthen their army, but we don't."
Although there are no rebels in Xuanwu Road, the villages are almost deserted, and there are no people coming and going on the roads, only soldiers and horses are wantonly.
Chen Er stood on the hillside, overlooking the troop of soldiers and horses that were galloping past with layers of dust and smoke. His eyes were fixed on the man in the middle of the soldiers and horses, who was wrapped in a cloak and covered his head and face. The man did not wear armor and was not equipped with a sword. He looked weak and slender.
Inconspicuous.
"My surname is Zhang, and my name is Tingru. He is a descendant of the Zhang family of Ning'an Prefecture." He told the news he had found out, "After the war broke out, he took the initiative to welcome Cao Gui into the city and assisted Cao Gui in defending the city and expanding his troops."
Xiang Nan praised: "It's really extraordinary for our children to become disciples. They can turn pheasants into phoenixes."
Shijiazi was even meaner to Shijiazi, and Chen Er curled his lips: "This pheasant is now shitting on your phoenix head."
Xiang Nan swung his cloak and turned around: "Vulgar."
To deal with Phoenixes like you, you have to use vulgarity. Chen Er was pleased with himself and turned around to see Xiang Nan sliding down the hillside: "What are you doing?"
Xiang Nan didn't look back: "Let's go."
Chen Er slid down: "Finally, we are leaving? Go back to Anton, Huazhou, Taiyuan Mansion, or go see Mrs. Chu and cry to her?"
Xiang Nan turned around and smiled: "If I cry with her, she won't give me troops."
Chen Er shouted: "Is this called self-knowledge?"
Xiang Nan ignored him. He and Chen Er slid down and stepped on the ground. The soldiers who were waiting quietly came over with their horses.
"How many people do we have now?" Xiang Nan asked.
The soldier said: "In order to avoid disturbance, only a thousand people entered Xuanwu Dao, and the remaining three thousand people waited outside."
In addition to the soldiers and horses left in Anton, there were only 4,000 white-robed troops brought from Huazhou.
"But Mr. Jiang and his people also came with him." The soldier added, "They refused to go back to Taiyuan Mansion, saying that the eldest lady wanted them to follow the young master."
Xiang Nan raised his hand and pinched his fingers, as if he was calculating something, and said: "Four thousand is enough, let everyone come in."
Chen Er asked: "What are you going to do?"
Xiang Nan got on his horse and took the spear handed over by his own soldiers and waved it: "Of course I want to kill Cao Gui."
After saying that, he urged his horse forward. Chen Er was stunned on the spot and almost didn't recover.
Kill Cao Gui?
Cao Gui's side has more than 10,000 troops.
And really killing them? In any case, Cao Gui’s soldiers and horses did not surrender to the enemy, they were still guards!
In Xuanwu Road, kill the guards?
Chen Er looked at the white-robed young man running ahead and swallowed hard.
Did you agree to keep a line in your life so that we can meet each other in the future?
As promised, haste makes waste, why not take your time?
What about Sven?
Long knives were slashed, sharp arrows were fired, and there were sounds of fighting on the streets of Ning'an Mansion in the dark night. Guards fell into a pool of blood one by one.
Every house was closed, listening to the screams of fighting in the streets and feeling the vibrations on the ground. The adults did not dare to shout and the children did not dare to cry.
Are the rebels coming?
However, the door of the house was not knocked open, and no torches were thrown in. Footsteps that shook the ground rolled past the door.
There are not many guards in the government office who are resisting.
The white robe was flying, and as he turned around, Cao Gui, who was only wearing half of the armor, stared wide-eyed, his sword was knocked away, and he held his throat with his empty hands.
His hands were thick and strong, but they could not stop a spear from piercing his throat. Blood spurted out and Cao Gui's body trembled.
Xiang Nan withdrew his spear, and Cao Gui clutched his throat and fell to his feet. He looked past Cao Gui to the steps behind him.
Standing on the steps was the leader of Black Bear Mountain who said he couldn't see people because he was sick.
The leader of Black Bear Mountain grabbed the knife, but before the spear penetrated his throat, he was already trembling and unable to stand.
Poof, he fell on the steps.
"Anan, Anan." He shouted and stretched out his hand, "I was wrong, I didn't go back on my word, I, I"
He threw down the long knife.
"I am willing to listen to you, I will listen to you, and I will give you all my troops."
Xiang Nan sighed: "Why are you here tonight?" He shook his head, "It's your destiny."
With a sigh, he took a wrong step, twisted his waist, and sent the spear out. With a pop, it pierced the leader's throat.
The leader's eyes widened in disbelief: "Anan, I just don't want to listen to you, just kill me, you, you are so cruel."
He coughed several times and fell on the steps while grabbing the spear.
Xiang Nan pulled out his spear, looked at the dead leader, leaned over and stretched out his hand, but stopped when he was about to touch his eyes.
Under the illumination of the fire, he looked into the leader's eyes, and the boy in white robe was reflected in his bloodshot eyes.
The young man's face and white robe are familiar yet unfamiliar.
"Xiang Nan." He sighed softly, "Did you think that one day my white robe would be stained with more than just the blood of the rebels?"