Rebirth of a Star General Chapter 117: Youth (Part 2)

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"Chen, I beg your majesty for permission, I would like to personally lead the Nanfu soldiers to enter Mingshui again and go to the Nanban."

The lamp shadow shook slightly, and the sound of rain wetting the ground came from outside.

The young man leaned over and couldn't afford it. For a long while, Emperor Wen Xuan said slowly: "You know what you are talking about."

"The people of Nanban deceived the people of the Central Plains. Now my father died in battle, and the wolves are still unclear. The minister is willing to inherit his father's will and re-enter Nanban to regain Mingshui."

Emperor Wen Xuan did not speak. Xu Jingfu spoke first. He said: "Second Young Master Xiao, General Guangwu is leaving. Although the old minister can understand your grief and indignation at this moment, it is not a matter of a word to send troops out." /

Seeing that Emperor Wenxuan did not intend to stop himself from speaking, Xu Jingfu continued: "In the first battle of Mingshui, General Guangwu used his own stubbornness and missed the opportunity to kill tens of thousands of soldiers in Mingshui. It is a big deal. Your Majesty Ren De, will not be held accountable, now you are here tonight, not for pleading guilty, but for military power."

Xiao Jue said solemnly: "The minister is for the great Wei people."

"The common people of Wei?" Xu Jingfu shook his head and said, "Second Young Master Xiao is only sixteen years old, and he has never been on the battlefield before. How many generals in the Wei Dynasty, dare not even say that they will lead troops on the expedition, you are a little baby, it's unavoidable. It’s too arrogant to speak wild words."

"You go back." Wen Xuan said: "I will not mention this matter again."

The young man paused and looked at Emperor Wenxuan: "The minister is willing to issue a military order. If he is defeated, he will be punished."

Word by word, utterly sounding.

The eyes of the second son of the Xiao family have always been very beautiful in the next life, as clear as autumn water, and always with a bit of languidness. Now the sloppyness in his eyes disappears, something sinks, and there is Something gradually floated, and it felt hot for a moment.

It’s hard to ignore.

"The military order is easy to say," Xu Jingfu said: "It's just that the second son Xiao's defeat is nothing more than a life. For others, war is not a child's play. Dawei is already badly injured because of the defeat of General Guangwu's Mingshui. Because of your words, do you use tens of thousands of Nanfu soldiers as a bet?" He stroked his beard, shook his head and sighed: "We can't afford to lose."

Xiao Jue was silent for a moment: "The minister dare not."

Xu Jingfu's eyes flickered.

Xiao Jue leaned down again, "The Nanban aliens invaded our country and slaughtered the people. His father died in battle, and the ministers were unwilling to survive. I hope that your majesty will be allowed to lead the army. If no victory has been seen, the ministers dare not say anything, your majesty wishes. As many soldiers are given to the minister, the minister will bring as many soldiers, and he will die on the battlefield without regret."

He has a stubborn attitude and a desperate determination, as if as long as Emperor Wen Xuan refused to agree, he would kneel here.

Emperor Wen Xuan rubbed his forehead: "I don't want to mention this again."

"Your Majesty, benevolence." The voice of the young man did not give in half.

"Your Majesty," Xu Jingfu said, "Second Young Master Xiao insists on going to Nanban to fight, and he is also innocent."

Emperor Wen Xuan glanced at him: "Why, you have to speak for him?"

Xu Jingfu hurriedly said: "The old minister dare not. It's just that... the second son of Xiao is so confident in himself, maybe there is a miracle. But now Dawei really doesn't dare to bet tens of thousands of Nanfu soldiers, so..."

"So what?" Wen Xuan asked.

"Three thousand."

Xiao Jue raised his head.

The southern barbarian soldiers, hundreds of thousands, three thousand to one hundred thousand, no generals will accept this proposal, this is a losing war.

Emperor Wen Xuan took a sip of tea and understood that Xu Jingfu made this request on the surface, but in fact he wanted Xiao Jue to retreat. Bringing three thousand soldiers to fight the Nanban people is not difficult for a strong man, it is a foolish dream. As long as Xiao Jue didn't want to die, he would not agree.

He put down the tea cup in his hand and looked at the stubborn young man in the temple: "Xiao Huaijin, if you insist on going out, I will only give you three thousand people, do you still want to go?"

Xu Jingfu tucked up in his sleeve, looking up from the wall.

He won't agree.

The young man slowly bowed his head and bowed to Emperor Wenxuan: "Chen, thank your majesty for the holy grace."

All the people in the hall were startled.

When Xiao Jue raised his eyes again, his expression was calm, "You have no joking, three thousand is three thousand."

……

The snow pressed heavily on the bare branches, and with a "creak", the branches broke.

Lin Shuanghe was slightly lost in thought.

When Xiao Jue took three thousand soldiers and horses to Mingshui, it had been a long time before he knew it. It has been a long time since the Battle of Changgu in Guocheng has taken place, and it has been a long time that the scholars and scholars scold Xiao Jue for being cruel and innocent. It took a long time that Xiao Huaijin had become General Feng Yun, the God of War of the Wei Dynasty, and it had been two years since they were good friends.

The world is impermanent, and there are different opinions, but no one knows what kind of mood the young man had when he came out of the city with three thousand men and horses, knowing that he was facing an army of one hundred thousand.

Xiao Rubi didn't know that Xiao Jue had stunned him and entered the palace in the middle of the night. Only three thousand soldiers and horses were coming. He thought that His Majesty handed the Nanfu soldiers into Xiao Jue's hands, and Xiao Jue was temporarily given the military power.

Everyone scolded Xiao Jue behind his back, scolding him for fighting for power and gains. His mother could not wait to enter the palace to express her feelings before the first seven months. How absurd.

Who is it that is absurd?

How absurd this world is.

When Xiao Jue left the city, it was in the middle of the night. No one knew the look in his eyes before leaving, and no one knew what he was thinking.

There are countless interesting things happening in Shuojing every day. Some people sigh with grief and gloat about the Xiao family, but they are just a few days old. As soon as January passed, few people were mentioned, and after a few months, they had already been left behind.

Until the news of the Battle of Hase came.

The second son Xiao led the Nanfu soldiers to take Guocheng, drowning 60,000 Nanbans, and the whole country was shocked.

Shocked the boy with a surprise attack, and also shocked him that he was already so cruel at a young age.

The world thinks that he led one hundred thousand soldiers from the Nanfu, in a more gentle way, at least to leave prisoners alive, who knows that among the 60,000 drowned, there are civilians.

But what can be done?

"Three thousand people versus one hundred thousand people," He Yan rubbed a small bump on the top of the bamboo stick, and gently pressed it down, his hands hurt, "He has no other way to go."

Lin Shuanghe smiled and said: "Not bad."

Who would use this method if it had not been driven to an end.

The southern barbarian soldiers and horses are stationed in Guocheng. Before Xiao Zhongwu attacked and overcome difficulties for a long time, now with three thousand soldiers and horses, it is even more impossible to resist the enemy head-on. Xiao Jue ordered three thousand people to build a dam secretly a hundred miles east of Guocheng to intercept the flow of the Dongshan Long Valley. When the water accumulated more and more, it became a vast ocean, and he ordered the **** to burst.

Feinu asked: "Master, think about it clearly. If this goes on, the world will insult behind your back."

The flooded Guocheng, even if we win, will leave a brutal note in the history books. Soldiers and soldiers have always hoped that their fame will go down in history and be famous for thousands of years. What's more, your Majesty now admires "benevolent governance" and does not like to kill indiscriminately. Such a victory requires far more commitment than it has been achieved.

The young man sat under the tree, looking at the direction of Guocheng in the distance, stroked a weed that grew in the crack in front of him with his finger, and said to himself: "Do I have any other choice?"

Feinu didn't speak.

"It doesn't matter what people say about me." He stood up, his black cloak made a trace behind him, and said: "Open the gate."

Fei Nu did not speak or move.

The boy walked forward with a cold voice: "I said, open the gate."

Thousands of floods rushed down.

Guocheng was submerged, floods poured in from the east of the city, and burst out from the west. The southern barbarians and civilians in the city could not escape, and all 60,000 drowned.

The city fell, Xiao Jue won without a fight.

Emperor Wen Xuan was also shocked when the news came back to the central government.

After Xiao Zhongwu's death, the officials who supported the Xiao family were suppressed by Xu Xiang's party. Now Xiao Jue's victory can be regarded as exhilarating for them. Xiao Jue took the opportunity to write a letter again, requesting Emperor Wenxuan to hand over the Nanfu soldiers to his hands, and in one go, all the Nanbarians were killed.

Emperor Wen Xuan decentralized power little by little.

Xiao Jue's victories were also fought one after another.

In the past few years, the Southern Barbarians have been defeated by him steadily, and eventually they were defeated. The young man who took 3,000 people out of the city alone at night has finally become the frightening general Fengyun among the world's population.

No one cares what the truth is. What people care about is that he was greedy for military exploits, treated human life like grass, and slaughtered at will. What cares is that he is arrogant and domineering, and even the only son of the household department Shangshu will chop and chop, and he is ruthless without talking about half-heartedness.

But is he willing to do this?

When I was young, I went to school together in Xianchang Hall and read "Youths have their own madness, despised Kunlun, laughed at Luliang, sharpened their swords for several years, and now show their sharp edge." What a high spirits, handsome and magnanimous, and in the next few years, there is no longer the brilliant and bright of that year.

The handsome boy with a white robe and silver crown turned into a jade-faced killer with a black suit and black armor. This is not something to celebrate.

He was alone from beginning to end.

The snow is getting bigger.

Too big to stand in place, already starting to feel cold, stepping on the snow, leaving a clear footprint, but after a while, it will be covered by heavy snow and there will be no traces.

"I didn't know. At that time, the governor only brought three thousand men and horses in the Battle of Guocheng." He Yan said.

"Do you know how the Jiuqi Camp came?" Lin Shuanghe asked.

He Yan shook his head.

"Your Majesty wants Xiao Jue to pick three thousand soldiers from the Nanfu soldiers. This is his last kindness to Huai Jin. Huai Jin stood in front of the Nanfu soldiers and asked them to choose whether they would follow to Mingshui."

Before going, no one would think that this battle would be won. This is to die. Everyone who stood up was determined to die and followed the general.

"The first eight hundred people who stood up later became Jiuqiying." He laughed.

No wonder, He Yan knew in his heart that for so many years, Xiao Jue had never been easily accepted into the Jiuqi Camp. The love of supporting each other in adversity is beyond compare no matter how outstanding, loyal, clever, and capable. Even if he was injured in the Nine Flags Camp and could no longer go to the battlefield, he would be settled by Xiao Jue.

Because it's worth it.

"I didn't know these things at the time." Lin Shuanghe stretched out his hand to brush off a piece of snowflakes that fell on his body. Later, when his grandfather was treating the empress dowager, the empress dowager said. Only then did my grandfather tell me that in the past few years, there have been a few broken words everywhere, put together, and there is the original outline of the matter. "

"Didn't Governor Xiao take the initiative to tell you this?" He Yan asked. She remembered that when Xianchang Hall was in school, Xiao Jue had a good relationship with Lin Shuanghe, and a young man. Xiao Jue was in a difficult time, and he would explain the difficulties to his friends.

"To be honest, in the past few years, I have seen him only a few times." Lin Shuanghe shook his head, "Occasionally, I wrote to me several times, but also borrowed money."

"Borrow money?"

"I didn't expect it." Lin Shuanghe said at this point, his tone relaxed, "The original silver of the Xiao family was already confiscated when General Guangwu was involved. In the first two years when he led the troops to Nanban, the materials were not abundant. Xiao’s eldest brother is a clean official, he was reluctant to squeeze his eldest brother, so he came to me. Our Lin’s pharmacy is all over Dawei, and Beijing is also popular with noble women. Every day, he will take me as his father. He has pocket money."

He Yan: "..."

"Although he has won many battles over the years, whether it is trophies or rewards, it is still not enough compared to the ones I borrowed from him." Lin Shuanghe smiled, "Of course, I'm generous. If he can't afford it, that's it."

He Yan: "...It's nice to have a friend like you."

This is true and sincere.

Lin Shuanghe waved his hand modestly: "I have won the prize. So this time Xiao Jue took the initiative to write to me asking me to come to Liangzhou. I was also surprised."

"Did the governor take the initiative to find Doctor Lin to come to Liangzhou?" He Yan asked strangely.

"Yes, the letter said that his confidant’s eyes were injured and he wanted me to come and healed. I thought it was Feinu Chiwu who was injured. When I walked halfway, I wrote to say that the man’s eyes are good. I can’t turn back halfway. I heard that he was in South Gyeongsang Province, and he simply diverted to the South Gyeongsang Province to reconcile with him. By the way, I also followed to Liangzhouwei to see where he lives now."

He Yan was a little surprised.

Xiao Jue’s letter said that "eyes were broken in his confidant", I thought it was her. She was injured by the assassin at Sun Xiangfuyan, but she soon realized that it was OK, but she didn’t know at the time. , Xiao Jue has asked Lin Shuanghe to come and see her.

Although Lin Shuanghe only looked at women, Lin Qingtan's grandson was still superb in his medical skills, and no one dared to take it lightly.

This person is not as ruthless as he says.

The two speaking skills have reached He Yan's door.

"Here," Lin Shuanghe handed the cloak in his hand to He Yan, "Here, you can give it to him."

He Yan: "...Why me?"

Lin Shuanghe thought for a while: "Because Xiao Huaijin at this moment must be in a bad mood, I will go to join in the fun, I will be scolded. You are different," he approached He Yan, and whispered: "Cute and cute. When the little girl goes, he will keep his temper somewhat and will not embarrass you."

He Yan twitched his lips: "Does Doctor Lin think that Dudu Xiao is the one who will pity Xiang Yuyu?"

Moreover, I want to see what she looks like in Xiao Jue's heart, and the word "cute and cute" has nothing to do with it.

"Yes, why not." Lin Shuanghe looked at her with a smile, and gently pushed her into the room. "He found your identity and didn't expel you from Liangzhou Guard in the first time. Not bad. Go ahead, be careful, don't fall."

He Yan: "Wait!"

"I will see you again tomorrow."

He Yan was pushed into his house.

The door was closed behind him, and the room was empty. The food delivered by Cheng Lisu and Song Taotao was still beside the bed, and He Yan walked over with a stick and sat down on the collapse.

The black cloak is at hand, and He Yan looks at the other side of Zhongxu Gate, wondering if Xiao Jue is there at this moment?

If you are, just send it to him like this... Isn't it embarrassing?

……

The window was open, and the salt-like snow drifted into the house with the wind.

The young captain stood at the window, watching the wind and snow outside.

In the dungeon, Leihou's words rang in his ears.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, almost fascinating people's eyes, and the light in his eyes gradually becomes silent.

When I was young, I studied martial arts with a master in the mountains. Before going down the mountain, my husband said to him: "You will be on a very difficult road. You have to go down alone and you can't look back."

He was young and didn't understand what this sentence meant. It wasn't until the huge waves of fate hit, that the ship carrying the young expectations was overturned, and when he was sinking and floating alone in the sea, he suddenly realized.

That's it.

Xiao Zhongwu has only two sons. Xiao Jing is as flawless as Baibi, and she is bright and windy. How can he participate in such a thing? Among them, if there must be one person to take this path, burdened with murder, misunderstanding, infamy, and loneliness, it is better to let him come.

He doesn't care.

After so many years, he doesn't care about misunderstandings, nor is he afraid of questioning, what he has never had before, how to lose it.

Just...

It's just such a snowy day, which is too cold.

"Squeak--"

Something sounded behind him.

Xiao Jue turned his head and stuck out his head from behind the virtual door in the house. He Yan walked in strenuously with a stick, still holding his cloak in his hand.

"Sorry," the boy said sincerely: "I just knocked on the door and you didn't respond, so I just..."

Xiao Jue: "So you picked up the lock and entered by yourself?"

He Yan was embarrassed and said: "Don't be angry, they are all neighbors." She sneezed, "Ah-sneez—why didn't you close the window, it's so cold."

How can she say the words "all neighbors" so calmly? Xiao Jue was too lazy to care about her, and closed the window.

He Yan was also very wronged. She knocked on the door for a long time beside her, and Xiao Jue ignored her. She thought that Xiao Jue was not there, so she thought it was just right, so that she wouldn’t run into Xiao Jue. Thinking of how to comfort him.

As a result, this person is in the house at all, so he ignores others and disrespects others too much.

"Captain, your cloak." He Yan handed him the clothes.

Xiao Jue glanced at her: "Just put it down and put it down."

He Yan let out an "Oh" and put it on the floor for him, and sat down on the stool in the room. Seeing this man still standing in place, not knowing what he was thinking, guessing that he was still uncomfortable with what Leihou said in the dungeon, he couldn't help feeling a little sympathy.

In her years in Fu Yue Army, she didn't know that Xiao Jue was so difficult. If it were her, He Yan never felt that he was special, but if this kind of thing happened to Xiao Jue, he would feel that God was too cruel.

It turns out that God is not Xiao Jue's father. Whatever is given, he will take away the relative. He is even a profiteer and never does a loss-making business.

She had nothing to say: "The Governor, I think your cloak is really beautiful! Where did you buy it, and how much money?"

Xiao Jue said: "Gift from the palace."

He Yan: "..."

This person made it clear that he didn't want to talk to her too much, so he deliberately made it impossible to speak. He Yan hesitated whether to leave, thinking of the medicine Xiao Jue gave her when she was injured, and sighed in his heart.

She is a person who has revenge and grace. Now Xiao Jue is in a low mood, so she just left. It's not enough loyalty.

"The Governor, the wound on my waist hurts," He Yan changed his words, trying to draw his attention to other things, "Isn't there any sequelae left in the future?"

"It hurts?" Xiao Jue sat down at the table, and said, "I think you can still get out of bed and walk around. It shouldn't be a big problem."

He Yan: "..."

She said: "Captain, you can't put your dissatisfaction with Leihou on me."

This man is a firecracker now, and he can't speak well anymore.

Xiao Jue turned the page in front of him without turning his head back: "You think too much."

He Yan looked at him. It should have been sent by Liangzhou Wei regarding the Rida Muzi raid, and the number of casualties in the security post. He just sat at the table and read it carefully.

It's not easy for Xiao Jue.

He Yan thought in his heart, he first went to Qingnan, drove back non-stop with the Nanfu soldiers, led the army to wipe out the soldiers of Ridamuzi, and then settled the casualties. Then I went to interrogate Lei Hou. After being stabbed by Lei Hou a few words, I still come back to read the military text without stopping for a moment.

He Yan was injured, and at any rate he slept steadily, but this person did not rest from start to finish.

But when he was in Xianchang Hall, he liked to be lazy the most. So even Xiao Jue can't hide it?

His back is always as tall as a tree, as if he will never be tired, but he will actually be tired too.

He Yan sat on the chair, looked at his back, and said, "Captain, Leihou, don't take it to heart."

I didn't hear Xiao Jue's answer, and He Yan didn't care, and continued to say to himself: "He is the enemy, of course you are the happiest when you are angry. Those words are deliberate to anger you. They are not. You were scolded by yourself, and he scolded me, uh, scolded me as a sissy." He Yan started to scold me again, "I also scolded me for a hidden illness. No one bought it yet."

This comfort is really crappy. After He Yan finished speaking, he felt very careless. But what should I do? In fact, she is rarely comforted by others, so she is not very good at comforting others.

Some things are not right or wrong, where they are, and what decisions to make. Outsiders can't understand, the feeling of carrying everything alone is actually not good, she has really experienced it.

So, I can understand Xiao Jue's feelings very well.

Xiao Jue still didn't bother to pay attention to her, and didn't look away from the military text in front of him.

He Yan stood up, leaned on a stick, walked to his side laboriously, clenched his right hand into a fist, and landed on his table.

"Give you something." She said: "I'm leaving."

She dragged slowly back to her room and closed the middle door.

After He Yan left, Xiao Jue stopped and looked at the table.

On the place where she just covered her palms, there was a sesame sugar.

It looks very sweet.

－－－－－－Off topic－－－－－－

The flooding of Guocheng has a prototype in history. Qin Guobai attacked Yancheng in the battle. Of course, there was a slight adaptation. Friends who are interested can check it out. Do not wash the white Xiao Jue, but in this kind of thing, no one is right or wrong, and the stand is different. If you want to make a mistake, you can only say that the war is inherently wrong, and the rise and fall of the people are suffering. But this article is just an overhead Mary Su Shuang article, there is no connotation, I just write you just look at it, it's cool and sweet enough (get away with the lid