Xiao Maha could hardly sit still after lying dormant for so long in Jiangling's sweltering summer.
Of course, Xiao Mohe also knew why the previous battles in Xiangyang ended without a problem, but he was originally an impatient and unwilling person to admit defeat. Even in the position of general, his personality became more stable, but this kind of stubbornness in his bones
And bravery is difficult to change.
What's more, as a general of hussars, Xiao Mohe has attacked Xiangyang again and again without any achievements since he took office. This also makes him unable to hold his head high in front of his subordinates. Of course, how strong Xiangyang City is, everyone's heart
He knew very well that there were not many famous generals who had been blocked in the south of Xiangyang City for so many years. It was just Xiao Mohe's character that made it difficult for him to endure this humiliation. He also wanted to be the one who conquered Xiangyang City and then launched the mighty Northern Expedition to the Central Plains.
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Now that Li Xinchen has returned from Jiankang Mansion, Xiao Mohe has finally seen hope. Regardless of what happens in Huainan - Huainan's troops and horses are in the hands of Wu Huijue, so there is a high possibility that he, Xiao Mohe and Li Xinchen will advance and retreat together.
Just relying on the soldiers and horses of Xiangyang and Bashu, Xiao Maha is also confident of stirring up trouble.
Li Xingchen just took one look at Xiao Mohe's expression and knew that Xiao Mohe could no longer hold it in any longer. At that moment, he simply picked up the wooden pole he put aside and clicked on the map: "This is the key, take it."
Here, everything is alive."
Xiao Mohe was startled for a moment and looked in the direction Li Xingchen pointed: "Hanzhong?"
Li Xingchen nodded and said solemnly: "That's right, Hanzhong."
Putting down the wooden pole casually, Li Xingchen's voice was low but firm: "First go down to Hanzhong, then go down to Xiangyang, go north to Guanzhong, the Central Plains, no one can stop the front of the army. Now the general may have to wait a while, but...
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The voice paused slightly, then rose.
"But it won't take long."
Xiao Mohe couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. He believed that at this moment he saw a strong murderous aura in Li Xingchen's eyes.
This young man seems to have made up his mind to really take action.
I glanced at the map subconsciously, and saw that the forces of both sides were intertwined.
I don’t know how this battle will end...
But no matter what, Xiao Mohe is glad that he can live at this time!
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Chang Pavilion, since the establishment of this pavilion, there have been many farewells and many tears throughout the ages.
The Changting Pavilion of Jiankang Prefecture is located on the edge of Changganli in the south of the city. Since the Spring and Autumn Period, Changganli has been the most densely populated, prosperous and lively place in Jiankang Prefecture. The merchant fleets passing by met here, and the cultures of the four directions
The collision, fusion, and convergence here form unique customs. In these troubled times, many places have been devastated by war and desolate, but this Changgan still maintains the excitement and bustle of thousands of years.
After passing Changganli, there is a long pavilion that is used as a farewell. Outside the long pavilion, official roads intersect, extending in different directions, gradually disappearing at the end of the sky. After passing the long pavilion, people going in different directions will also part ways, not knowing whether they will survive this life.
Will there be a chance to meet again?
Shen Jungao stood under the pavilion, looking at the road in the distance in silence.
This time he left the capital and went to Lingnan. Shen Jungao didn't know if he would come back. He just hoped that he could serve as an official in Lingnan safely and no one would remember him when he grew old. After all, he was a loser, so it was better not to be in Lingnan.
It's better to leave your name in the history of history and be laughed at by future generations.
The family sent them off outside the city gate. After all, Shen Jungao was a prisoner and it was not easy to make a big fuss outside the pavilion. So when Shen Jungao walked step by step to the pavilion, there was no one around. The wind blew with a hint of coolness. The sweltering heat had dissipated. Shen Jungao turned around subconsciously, but the Changgan behind him was still extremely lively.
Although there is only a small river between Changting and Changganli where Shen Jungao is standing, they suddenly seem to be two different worlds.
At this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from behind. Shen Jungao looked back subconsciously and saw the figure he was most familiar with. He couldn't help but smile, but this smile looked a bit bitter.
I didn't expect that after saying goodbye that day, we would meet here.
Fu Wei reined in his horse and raised his hand to Shen Jungao: "Brother Shen!"
"Brother Fu!"
When two people are in despair at the same time, there is no longer any barriers and worries, and when they see each other, they only feel sympathy for each other.
For a moment, no one knew what to say. Fu Yi turned over and dismounted, looking at the very familiar Shen Jungao right in front of him. He had not seen him for a few days. Shen Jungao was very haggard, and his face was full of scratches from the wind and frost. But Fu Yi is still there until now. I remember that it was around this time last year, or perhaps earlier, that Jun Shen, who had been hiding in the mountains and forests for many years, came out of the mountain and suddenly dressed in white, he moved the ministers, enjoying countless scenery.
But only a short year has passed, and things have turned upside down. Shen Jungao has aged a lot. Time has shown its ferocity and ruthlessness at this time.
Seeing that Fu Yi was speechless, Shen Jun laughed loudly and broke the silence: "Everything in the world is impermanent. You and I are all human beings in this mortal world. After all, we have to obey the changing laws of this mortal world."
After a long time, Fu Yi sighed and waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, you and I have done our best, so it's good."
After a pause, Fu Yi remembered something and took out an envelope from his arms: "This is the letter Li Xingchen sent yesterday."
Shen Jungao was startled, then smiled and said: "I have already left Jiankang Mansion and jumped out of the vortex of right and wrong. What does it matter whether I believe it or not?"
Fu Yi shook his head: "It's for you."
"Huh?" Shen Jungao was a little surprised. He took it and saw that the paint mark on it was still there. It was signed by Li Xingchen and the recipient was Shen Jungao.
The fire paint was there, indicating that Fu Yi had not opened it at all. Shen Jungao felt helpless for a moment. Li Xinchen clearly wrote a letter to himself, but asked Fu Wei to hand it over. Could it be that even Li Xinchen felt that he had changed, so he was not sure whether he was Will you read this letter?
Using a knife to pry open the paint, a letter slipped out.
The content of the letter is very short, without any polite words, straightforward and straight to the point.
Shen Jungao sighed and handed the letter in his hand to Fu Yi. Fu Yi hesitated for a moment and then took it. After a cursory glance, his expression changed.
At this time, Shen Jungao couldn't help but whispered: "I'm afraid even we have almost forgotten the collusion between Lingnan and Yangzhou governor. I didn't expect that Li Xingchen still remembered it and would write a letter to remind me at this time. "
Fu Yi didn't know how to answer for a while, and Shen Jungao sighed softly: "When I was in Jingzhou, my eyes had already seen Lingnan. This Li Xingchen..."
After a pause, Shen Jungao raised his head and looked forward, and said with a smile: "Brother Fu, the road ahead is long. Let's say goodbye today. From now on, you and I will both live and watch!"