reincarnated as king

There is a unique animal in Lugou Mountain in southern Xinjiang, which is called "hu cat" by the local Tujia people.The whole body of this thing is snow white, only the ears and the ends of the four limbs are black, the fur is smooth and smooth, not worse than fox fur.But because of its small size, it comes and goes like the wind, only the most outstanding hunters can find it, chase it, and capture it in the mountains and forests.

At this moment, a cautious and light-footed figure was quickly shuttling through the woods.He was clad entirely in a close-fitting hunting suit, which, compared with the loose, flowing robes of Middle-earth, allowed one to move quietly.He stopped suddenly, hid behind a thick banyan tree, staring straight ahead with his bright eyes.

This is a young hunter. While observing a snow-white animal walking gracefully on a dead tree in the distance, he secretly held his breath, thinking quickly in his mind.

Bazaling Moon Village is one of the top five villages with a radius of hundreds of miles, and many native villages have a custom: when a boy is 20 years old, he must go to the mountains to hunt, and use the prey to witness the coming-of-age ceremony.And the warrior who can hunt the Hu Mao'er will receive the most gracious hospitality and respect.

The young hunter seemed to be thinking of fine wine, flowers and beautiful girls, and his breathing became a little short.The cat looked around vigilantly, then lowered its head again.

This place is already in the depths of Mount Lugou. The young hunter knows that he only has one chance. If he misses this one, he must immediately look for other prey and rush back to the big altar of the stockade before dark.

Silently, he unloaded the bow and arrow hanging from his back, took the bow and stringed it, and took aim.Time passed by, and he was looking for a suitable angle... Suddenly, almost at the moment when there was a strange turmoil, the hunter's pupils shrank, and he let go of the string without hesitation.However, Hu Mao'er jumped up, seeing that the arrow was going to be in vain, but suddenly a strange living thing sprang out.After the sound of metal and stone colliding, I saw Humao'er fell to the ground, with an arrow stuck in his forehead, and the tall living thing looked like it was about to fall.

The hunter smiled wryly. He didn't approach at the same place, and spoke Tujia dialect loudly: "Warrior, you use your sword like a god. You are the best hunter I have ever seen."

There was a sound of falling to the ground.Startled, the young hunter rushed up immediately.Sure enough, it was a man, but he was dressed in rags, his hair was disheveled, but he held a machete firmly in his hand.The young hunter had sharp eyes and found a word "Jin" on his equally tattered armor.The man suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Hurry up...bring the news back...Bingzhou Qiunan Army...Southern Xinjiang Guli area...rebellion..."

The hunter managed to understand the Dajin dialect he spoke, and immediately replied in a non-fluent manner: "Your...name...what...is it?"

The man looked at him stubbornly, and said: "Hundreds of Zhang Yuan. You are a Southern barbarian... If you bring back news, you will be rewarded... He tried his best to say something, but when he opened his mouth, blood gushed out. When he came out, he immediately passed out again.

The young hunter looked at the Humao'er who was within reach, and then at the hundred households in Dajin who didn't know whether they were alive or dead.Should he return to Moon Village with Humao'er, or cross the forest to fulfill the strange entrustment?To be honest, he knew that the other end of the Lugou Mountains was Dajin, but he didn't know what kind of country it was.This topic has always been forbidden by the priests in the village.The young hunter suddenly gritted his teeth and made a decision.

"Report—" A bright and rare voice came from outside, and Wenyuan Pavilion, which was originally extremely noisy, suddenly fell silent.Yang Zirong and Liu Zhen couldn't help but stop arguing.Dali Temple Qing Yuan Chong'an, who had just entered the cabinet, exchanged glances with Zuodu Censor Bai Rui, and slowly walked back to his seat.Wang Shan from the household department has been sitting in front of his desk from the beginning to the end, looking at the paperwork of the Baochao Lifting Department without raising his eyelids.

The little soldier rushed in and knelt on the ground. When he saw Yang Zirong, his eyes lit up immediately: "My lords! There is an urgent military report from Bingzhou, and Guli in southern Xinjiang is in rebellion!"

The silence in Wenyuan Pavilion was a bit strange, Yang Zirong walked up and down, and asked: "Have you sent a message to Master Song of Yanjing?"

The man knelt down and said, "I don't know. Please act as soon as possible, Mr. Zuo Shilang!"

Yang Zirong took the military newspaper and waved him back, rubbing his head a little annoyed.Seeing this, Liu Zhen handed him a cup of tea. Yang Zirong held the teacup and stared blankly at the complete picture of Dajin spread out on the table.

What an eventful year!After Fang Jingxuan left, Bei Gongdi did not set up the head of Wenyuan Pavilion, but added three more people on the basis of Yang Zirong and Liu Zhen: Yuan Chong'an, Bai Rui and Wang Shan, forming the five great scholars. Political scale.Yang Zirong naturally didn't know that Bei Gongdi reorganized the "Five Scholars of Qianning" in the previous life many years earlier.

However, at the end of July came the bad news of a severe drought in Jingzhou. Bei Gongdi had been on the throne for three years and the weather had been smooth. This severe drought made people panic.There is also a popular rumor among the people that "Your Majesty wronged a loyal minister and sent him away, so the sky is angry."However, Bei Gongdi did nothing except let Wenyuan Pavilion make up his mind, and looked indifferent.

Yang Zirong and Liu Zhenzheng discussed with the dispatched imperial envoys for half a day, but they couldn't stop arguing.Yuanbai and Bai have always been friends and have no idea.As for Wang Shan, as long as it has nothing to do with Baochao's finances, he will not take the initiative to take a look!The political affairs of the past two days were piled up, and they were still waiting for the bills to be submitted to His Majesty. Yang Zirong, a scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion, was so busy that he could get angry.

A hand suddenly pointed to a corner of the map.It turned out to be Liu Zhen: "This is Gu Li!" He looked solemn.Yang Zirong couldn't help but paused, and suddenly realized the teacup in his hand... he couldn't help but sighed: "Ziqing, you go arrange the people in Jingzhou. You don't know anything about the Ministry of War. Let me, the left servant, take a look."

Liu Zhen also knew that the overall situation was important, so he hesitated for a while and said, "How about sending both of them to Jingzhou?" The imperial envoy is too grand.Liu Zhen frowned, and slowly walked away with thoughtful eyes.

"Oh, the southern barbarian rebellion?" Bei Gongdi said in a calm voice, flipping through a notebook and putting it together with the Ministry of War report.

Yang Zirong stood in the center of the hall, bowed his head and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, yes. Guli is located at the junction of Bingzhou and Southern Xinjiang. Although it is ruled by our Jin Dynasty, it has long been rebellious. This incident happened suddenly. , my Dajin garrison in Guli hastily responded to the battle, and almost the entire army was wiped out. If a local native of Baihutuo hadn't informed Qiu Nanjun, I'm afraid the opportunity would have been lost!"

"That native should be rewarded heavily," Bei Gongdi said.He rubbed the paper in his hand for a while, looking at the two reports with almost the same content.But judging from the date under the signature, Bei Gongdi's other memorial was one month earlier.Is it because the Bingzhou military is unfavorable and too lax, or is someone deliberately adjourning it?His gaze flicked across the unique mark of "Factory Guard" on the head of the paper, and his eyes dimmed.

"How about the Nanyang Navy?" Bei Gongdi asked suddenly.

Yang Zirong's eyes were overjoyed, he raised soldiers for a thousand days, and used them for a while.He participated in the preparation of the naval division. In the first year of Qianning, after the initial completion of the naval division, he took the post of Minister of the Ministry of War.At this moment, Yang Zirong was quite excited, and said excitedly, "Your Majesty, you can fight!"

Bei Gongdi smiled slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Yang Zirong, go to the Privy Council to pass the decree. Murongde leads the army and immediately goes to Bingzhou. Transfer all the navy from the harbor, and choose a route along the Huajiang River estuary, west of the islands. Come on. Put down the rebellion quickly." He paused, and added another sentence, which lingered in Jingxin Palace.

"Guliduo Linmu... bring the fire bombs from the Yanjing Military Bureau."

Yang Zirong was terrified.Incendiary bombs are new weapons manufactured by the Bureau of Military Weapons. They are made of petroleum, white phosphorus, etc., and can last for several hours after being ignited.This time the troops must be dispatched with millions of corpses and thousands of miles of flames, but he glanced at the calm-looking but bloodthirsty emperor on the dragon chair, bowed respectfully and stepped back.

The next day, Murong De set off from the capital for Bingzhou.Ten days later, at the sea port of Nanyang, on the clear blue sea, mighty ships were waiting to set off. In the center were iron-clad sailing ships with tall masts of hundreds of feet, and Sen Han's guns were exposed on the side of the ship's side.There are also arrow-shaped boats with smooth lines, which are extremely fast on the water.Looking at it, it was so dark that it seemed to cover the sky and block out the sun.

However, in just three years, Bei Gongdi actually formed a fleet on this land that was not inferior to the most prosperous fleet when he went to Nanyang in his previous life.Da Jin's wealth and determination are evident.The only difference is that the fleet in the previous life was for deterrence and demonstration, but in this life, Bei Gongdi will draw the sword from its sheath. What he wants is a bloody army, a king's army.

On the swearing-in platform, Murong De said loudly: "This time, I swear to pacify the southern border!" His eyes were wild, his body was like a sword, like a god.None of the people underestimated this handsome young man. He has long heard about his ferocious deeds in the sand table deduction in the Privy Council, and his military strategy was praised as "extraordinary" by His Majesty--this man is a general, who dares to express objection ?What's more, in the short two or three days since his arrival, he has used both kindness and power to subdue the Nanyang water army.Then the Privy Council followed up with an order, and the original thorns were transferred away one after another...

At this moment, no one pointed out that Gu Li was only a part of Southern Xinjiang, and all the armored soldiers seemed to be infected by him with great pride, and they shouted loudly in unison: "Swear to flatten Southern Xinjiang! Swear to flatten Southern Xinjiang!" skyrim.

Murong De smiled with satisfaction, handsome and elegant, but the lieutenant general and Qian Hu standing beside the high platform shuddered.The shape is like a good woman, and the sex is like a ghost.Murong De perfectly interpreted this evaluation.At least, in this time and space, he has not gone through ups and downs as before, and he is a late bloomer. He is a new star on the battlefield with a sharp edge and full of personality.

"Let's go!" He drew out his sword and pointed it at the sky.The flag of "water" in the sea breeze is flying, and the morale is like a rainbow.

In late autumn, the night was late, and in the empty hall, Bei Gongdi, who was sitting at the table, took out a piece of paper and wrote slowly: "Jingxuan, the southern borders are quite restless. It's been a long time, it's worthy of a battle. I don't know how the north is..." After he finished writing, he stared blankly for a while, then suddenly pulled out the letter paper, as if he was about to approach the candle by the table, but put it away again.Bei Gongdi sighed, got up and walked to the bookshelf, took out a copy of the Four Books and Five Classics from one place, and put the handwritten paper into it.

His fingers ran across the spine of the book. It had been two months since he sent him to sea, but it seemed like years.The world is far apart, even if the heart is the same as the king, it is difficult to calm down in the end.

On the page of "The Book of Songs" that was sandwiched into the paper, a word was written slowly, as if speaking the voice of the master: Even if I don't go, Zi Ning won't say it?