Father, don't!

"Your Highness." It is estimated that the hidden guard saw me standing in the yard lightly on the roof, and knew that I had spotted him, so he simply showed his body and knelt beside me, and put the secret message box in his hand. Passed it to me with the special sealant still intact.

I didn't make a sound, but I turned over the bottom of the secret message tube to have a look, then groped there for a while, and pressed hard on an inconspicuous pattern with my fingers. With a 'click', a small hidden compartment popped up under the secret message tube.

The hidden guard had already left when I took over the telegram container.And the real secret message of this secret message tube is never in this wax-sealed barrel, but in the unique hidden compartment of this secret message tube.

Now is the critical moment, Liu Cheng really has no heart, but the few people under him cannot allow me to underestimate them.The most labor-saving way to fight against this kind of person is to intercept the secret report of the other party. Not only can you know the whereabouts of the other party, but you can also firmly control the initiative of the development of the matter.

Naturally, I would not make such a low-level mistake at this juncture. The confidentiality of information is not only aimed at the enemy, but I also have to guard against the hidden guards inside.Although it's not that I don't trust them, I'm no longer the general who fought hard to kill the enemy in the palace dispute.

The first thing Rhythm taught me was the transition from a general to a general commanding the entire army.And the most fundamental part of this transformation is to be careful!Everything on the battlefield is no longer his own direct observation, but the verbal information or text maps handed in by others layer by layer. Analyzing and judging the authenticity is the first step for the general to consider.Then there is reasonable analysis and estimation, comparing yourself with the other party, finding out the other party's weaknesses, and then cracking the other party's advantages in a targeted manner, allowing local weaknesses to expand together with your own advantages, occupying favorable things, and then going all out One blow, but still have to guard against the backhand.

There is never enough to learn at Lvbu.What he teaches is the experience and summary of a generation of military generals for hundreds of years.The deep method and the secret mind really made me completely understand that when Lubu first saw me, he said that I was just playing.In fact, to him, I'm more than just a playboy, I'm just a brat who only knows how to play fiercely.

At this time, my mind was calm, and my eyes were fixed on the front.Looking at the gradually rising sun in the mountain stream, his eyes are fixed, but his heart is full of thoughts.He glanced at the secret report in his hand.

His Majesty returned to Chunyang, and the [-] Liannu will arrive soon. '

He deeply and briskly exhaled the stale air that had been suppressed in his chest.The [-] Liannu is the highlight of his plan to eliminate households.Thousands of horses stepping on the yellow sand under their feet, Leilei's hooves are deep, and they beat on the loose sand, like a drum of war that is excited, and the heart is thundering, and the blood is boiling.

The panting of the horse and the fusion of the knight, panting in the scorching gale, sweat lit up the eyelashes, watching the light dazzle in this drop of sweat, dripping on the crossbow held up by everyone for aiming , the arrow of silver light is a kind of cold metal color, which makes this hot and frenzied battlefield illuminate the killing, indifference and desolation.

Liannu.

Among the people of the Western Regions, the best weapon is the bow and arrow.For the water sources and grasslands they depend on for survival, bows and arrows are the best long-distance shooting weapons.After seeing this secret report, my heart that has been hanging over me is finally half settled.Thinking about the next plan in my heart, I kept speculating and practicing in my mind step by step.

Until a warm embrace locked me in the intoxicating warmth.

"Third son." Father's deep voice, with air currents, gently rolled up a stream of air in my ears, and the air that aroused the itching in my heart was blowing on my ears.Seeing me dodging my head uncomfortably, but unable to hide my blushing and shyness, my father burst out into a deep laugh, and his constantly throbbing chest pressed against the back of me, who was only wearing a middle coat and a jacket clip. A little ripple was set off.

Unable to bear it, she put her hands on her waist.The whole body relaxed, leaned back gently, and began to act like a baby willfully and completely indifferently.Gently touch with your own cheeks, rubbing the embroidery of the father's collar and his neck with heat.I feel that the two people's thousands of worries are entangled and entangled, regardless of each other.

"Why don't you sleep more?" Father locked me even tighter.

I don't answer his words, just close my eyes.After a while, I spoke calmly, with a very soft voice.

"Three years ago... the army and horses of the countries in the Western Regions rebelled."

The royal father seemed to lower his head, and pulled me into his arms completely.But he didn't interrupt me, he just held me there, watched over me, and listened.

"... [-] rebels, against our [-] garrisons..." I recalled, all kinds of things at that time were really vivid in my mind, and even now my body, which is bathing in the morning light of the scorching sun, can feel it. I realized that the indelible shock at that time came from the shock of galloping war horses.

"There are [-] civilians behind me." My words never stopped, "And [-] rebels are in front."

It seemed as if it was constantly echoing in the ears, the sound of the metal friction of the saber twitching.Shocking flattery, charging, horses and knights are panting, panting in this heart-pounding vibration, eyes full of despair and hope, heart full of sadness and excitement, brandishing a weapon that death can bring new life , stepping on the dead end of death but rebirth, watching each other's densely raised bows and arrows, watching them in the vibration of flattery.

Every step you take, you can see their gusts of wind.

With every step, you can see the bows and arrows in their hands gradually accumulating strength and fully drawn.

Every step they take, they can see the arrows that have been aimed in their hands, with cold killing intent.

Father hugged me tightly, but his hands were trembling.

"why?"

The emperor would know why in this situation, we only have 2000 troops, but we are willing to fight against 2000 well-equipped rebels.When [-] people really embarked on this path of sacrifice, only they could understand the fear and despair in their hearts.

"Time, an opportunity often needs to be paved with blood."

Fighter.

wartime.

2000 people.

In exchange, it will be a counterattack by the 2000 troops, encircling and suppressing the [-] rebels![-] civilians will flee, taking the time gained by the [-] men and horses fighting to the death, bringing food, wound medicine, horses, supplies, and withdrawing all funds.Most of the people living in the border gates of the Western Regions are businessmen. They are all businessmen from their own country. They abide by the law and pay taxes on time.Many of them, in the crisis of the dynasty many years ago, were willing to go bankrupt and live on the streets, and donate their wealthy assets to the country...

Such people, [-]! Not many!

For them, soldiers, two thousand fight to the death!It's miserable, but it's worth it!

History can only be written with blood and tears.

Father didn't ask me to say it, and he understood.Merchants in the Western Regions, the merchants named and protected by the laws of the court, the Ministry of Households treat civilians and merchants equally, there is no concept of discrimination against merchants in the past dynasties, only when the country’s economy and commerce are valued, the country will be prosperous, and the people In order to live and work in peace and contentment.

"When we drew the saber... our hands were shaking."

No one is not afraid of death.

Trembling is just the only way we can express our despair when we face death, and it does not represent our absence or cowardice.

"...I don't know who it is..." I smiled, thinking of the intermittent singing that reverberated from the vibration of the horse's hooves.

Trample the horse.

Draw a knife.

Fight!

singing!

What was sung was not such an impassioned military song.

What they sang was not such a sad ballad.

What is sung is the peaceful nostalgia song.

The hero's end, tears filled his eyes.

What a tragedy?

I opened my mouth gently, recalling the ballad in my mind at that time.

"Leaving home and going far away"

The gentle song confuses the mournful neighing of the war horse.

"The journey under the feet of a wanderer is thousands of miles long"

Everyone knows that there is no doubt that they will die, but they hold high the banner and sprint forward!

"Day and night in a hurry"

Pulling out the saber, looking at the many enemies, but shouting the charge slogan of fighting!

"Dark clouds cover the sun and thick fog"

The soldiers march forward bravely and die generously!

"How desolate..."

Until they saw the bows and arrows shot rapidly from the sound of bows and arrows crashing, and when everyone saw the comrades in front of them fall down, their tears kept flowing...

Father Huang didn't make a sound for a long time, Lubu also stood inside the house, and didn't open the door of the thatched house.

Indignation in my heart, three years!

Three years! !

Comrades who died three years ago!

Three years later!I can finally step into the Western Regions!Revenge for you!

……

Three years ago, the song you sang when you went to die, such a peaceful song of homesickness, will surely send your heroic souls to your hometown to sleep peacefully...

The horseshoes burst forth and sang generously.

It's just a song sung by the soldiers who went to die for their souls to go to their hometown.

The author has something to say: wipe away tears.

How desolate this is...

I watched The Lord of the Rings, Gangze warriors went to die together, impassioned...

Aww~ Uncle's blood is boiling, but tears are also in his eyes!

Live and die together, suffer alone

The sky is sunny, and the inside and outside of the imperial city are full of joy.From Zhuquemen to Zhuque Street, they are all repainted, but it's not a payment from the court, but a joint venture of all the shops on Zhuque Street.The Baibang court meeting itself is an extremely face-saving event, and the merchants have already tasted the benefits brought by the country's prosperity as early as six months ago.