The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 410: Unspeakable

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The night is deep, and there is a porcelain oil lamp burning in the upper left corner of the study, imitating the style of the old Western Shu's stacked porcelain lamp. The lamp’s lip orifice can be filled with water, which is most fuel-efficient. www.vodtw.com

After the young man sits alone at the table, he browses a secret letter that he is already familiar with.

He has been to the fertile Jiangnan Road, where the wealthy gates and households, the long bark and the greenery, quietly demonstrated the prosperity of the peaceful atmosphere. He has also been to Tai'an City, which is the best kind in the world. During the festive season, every tile ridge in the capital is filled with lotus lanterns. He also saw the small town at night, and the lights were faintly lit. Passing through small and small villages time and time again, it is an unexpected joy to see a very faint light.

He put down the letter, got up and bypassed the book case, came to the window, and gently opened the window. The letter was not an important military service document, but Li Yanchao handed a private secret to Jubei City. The letter, however, did not handle the rejection of the Beicheng Barracks, but directly delivered it to the desk of his young feudal lord's study.

The first officer of the right cavalry used his pen very heavily, and the ink stains pierced the back of the paper.

Li Yanchao did not put trivial words into his pen, only two simple sentences, "Lu Dayuan shouldn't die! No one in Beiliang should annihilate the Zuo Cavalry Army as a shame to the frontier army!"

Actually, Li Yanchao didn’t need to write this letter at all. Lu Dayuan’s use of soldiers and his behavior, Xu Fengnian was far more familiar than Li Yanchao. How could a general who can be mentioned by Xu Xiao in the Qingliangshan Council many times in his old age? ? Xu Xiao came out of Liaodong from eight hundred soldiers. He spent 40 years in the military and horsemanship. At the end, he held 300,000 Beiliang cavalry. There were so many military commanders who had served him. Many people died on the battlefield, and finally survived. There are also a lot of people. Lu Dayuan, a full-armed battalion with a strong roots, almost no one knows about the older generation of Xu Jiadi generals, from Yan Wenluan Chen Yunchui to Zhou Kang Yuan Nanting to Liu Jinu Li Mofan. I was very sorry for Lu Dayuan, who suddenly left the North Liang border army. That regret was no less inferior to the departure of the two heroic generals Wu Qi and Xu Pu.

Before Lu Dayuan left the mansion and rushed to the battlefield, Lu Dayuan visited the study privately and found Xu Fengnian, and had a heart-wrenching conversation. After all, Lu Dayuan is not as easy and casual as it seems to be a new army commander. On the contrary, Lu Dayuan, who grew up with the Xu family cavalry, is compared with Li Yanchao and Ning Emei, a new generation of young military generals who have risen outside Liangzhou Pass. For the younger generation of generals who are accustomed to the phrase "Beiliang Iron Cavalry Armor World", Lu Dayuan is more familiar with hard fights. It can even be said that the pain and suffering of the year are carved in his bones. Therefore, Lu Dayuan must speak out everything in front of the young feudal lord. Lu Dayuan wanted to reassure Xu Fengnian and also reassure himself.

In the long conversation on the other side of the scene, Lu Dayuan believed that the two cavalry troops with more than 60,000 riders would definitely not be able to swim safely in the increasingly cramped crevices outside the pass, unless the left cavalry side retreated to the north of Qingyuan Army Town, right The cavalry went straight to the east of Chung Tomb Army Town, in the northeast and southwest, completely stretched out the front line, there is real room for breathing.

But in this way, although the sixty thousand cavalry is surviving, but what about Beicheng? Although the left and right cavalry can still contain a certain number of northern mang cavalry, it is ugly that people do not need to use the main force of the northern mang barbarian. Watching the excitement on horseback? I am a big boss, Lu Dayuan, how to lead soldiers to fight, I learned little by little from the generals, but I also consulted Xu Puwuqi or Yuan Zuozong Chen Zhibao, but I always felt that in the end it was not like a donkey or a horse. It’s not as easy as my original set. In the end, I only believe that once the cavalry is on the battlefield, they must destroy the enemy’s most elite field force in one fell swoop. They must not lose too much because of small losses, for the so-called consideration of the overall situation. To retain strength, otherwise, in a difficult battle of disparity in military strength, the more the battle is dragged back, you will find that it will only become harder and harder to fight, and you will lose inexplicably and even less reconciled. Hard battles must be fought by someone, otherwise everyone will retreat and then retreat, and they will really have to wait to die. How is it different from the old fox and wolf cubs in the Liyang War Department in the early days?

Xu Fengnian stood at the window, the autumn air was full of solitary lights and cold, after opening the window, the coolness became more intense.

Xu Fengnian turned around. At the beginning, the man was sitting on the chair in front of the book table. He looked plain. If he did not show up in this study, but stood on Kannai Tianjiu, he would probably be regarded as a face facing A farmer with loess back facing the sky.

"My lord, when I dispatched troops with the right cavalry at the same time, I would take the lead in accelerating the North Turkistan one day after the two armies staggered apart, attracting Murong Baoding's tribe to gather the main force. If there is no accident, Murong Baoding will definitely I will move upon hearing the news and ask for reinforcements from Aquarius State's Seasonal Order Wang Yong. It is even possible that the Rouran cavalry will be temporarily deployed in order to ride in the winter thunder. Lord, please rest assured that even if the left cavalry is trapped, I will still kill. The enemy elite is at least 45,000 riders!"

"My lord, I’m sorry to bother you. I’m sorry to turn around to help me and Old Shuai He. Tens of thousands of soldiers entrusted me, but they can only take them to death. My conscience is distressed, but I had to do this. Lu Dayuan was waiting underground for the old handsome and his old man, so he could beat and scold him at that time! However, it is better for me to wait another ten or eight years. Haha, the old handsome probably won’t beat anyone by then. What's more, I will be reborn after a little bit of excitement."

After this man got up, he looked at the young lord who had also stood up at the time, and said in a deep voice: "If in the future it turns out that I have done something wrong with Lu Dayuan, no one will have to bring wine to the grave in the future. ...Of course, the premise is if I still have a grave."

The two went to the entrance of the study together, and Lu Dayuan suddenly asked: "Master, you said that in a few decades, will anyone remember us? Remember the war that happened here?"

Xu Fengnian shook his head and said: "Not necessarily."

"It's so fucking...Haha, forgive me, Lord, I'm a vulgar person, I can't spit out ivory from my dog's mouth."

"It's okay, so is Xu Xiao, I've long been used to it."

Everything is vivid, and those words seem to be still echoing in my ears for a long time.

Xu Fengnian pressed his hands on the window, leaned forward and rushed to the battlefield with a mortal heart. Lu Dayuan did not give his last words. If he said yes, he would have been too familiar with it. His Majesty who was young can often hear it. It just changed a name.

Xu Fengnian slowly turned his head and looked at the entrance of the study.

The man named Lu Dayuan finally clasped his fists and said at that time: "The end general Lu Dayuan! The former Cavalryman of the Manjia battalion, the current Deputy Commander of the Zuo Cavalry Army! Ask the general to fight!"

Xu Fengnian's lips moved slightly at the time, but when those two words came to his lips, he still couldn't say it.

Quick battle!

Xu Fengnian suddenly pressed his hands heavily, and the bricks along the window under his ten fingers shattered.

Xu Fengnian took a deep breath, waved his hand to the dim place outside the window, and signaled that the dead man in the water-sweeping room would ignore it.

He walked back to the book case and pulled out a piece of paper from a yellowed military book.

The content written on the paper is a man who participated in the construction of Jubei City far away from the customs. He had some silly words about his wife and children who have left Lingzhou’s hometown. This family letter says that after autumn, the sky is not counted. It’s cold, and the sewn mullet-sole cloth shoes are good enough, and they are not very worn. The clothes that I brought to Jubei City at that time were also warm enough. I also encountered two fellow villagers in Longqing County, Lingzhou. When I was free, I would go to a town outside the city. Two sips of wine are cheaper than in Guan. I heard that we won the battle in Liuzhou. The city wall of Jubei City is very high. The Beimang barbarian will definitely not be able to fight in a year or a half. Let her and her two sons rest assured, as long as they receive it every month from now on. Their wages means that there is peace outside the customs and no wars are being fought. In the end, a man tells his wife not to worry about money, and don't feel distressed. The most important thing is for children to study.

The family letter is sent to a certain place in the Central Plains, which is the man’s ancestral home.

This piece of paper is just a copy, and the real family letter has naturally been sent out.

After the man arrived outside the customs, he was illiterate, so he couldn't write a family book. He found an unnamed and poor scholar at the market to help write on his behalf.

Under the dim yellow light, Xu Fengnian looked down at the thin sheet of paper spread on the bookcase.

The last letter from the family was sent, just after Lu Dayuan left Jubei City.

On the first day when Lu Dayuan re-entered the frontier army, Beiliang Fushuifang had already investigated the situation of this man in the small town of Longqing County, Lingzhou for more than ten years, and sent them to Jubei City Palace, and then put them together on the desk of this study. After that, Lu Dayuan's every move in Jubei City or Zuo Cavalry Army, Fushuifang spies recorded and archived everything in detail. Xu Fengnian did not stop this. It was because of these seemingly inhuman dark rules that Beiliang was on the battlefield. Many, many people died in Shang Shao. However, Xu Fengnian made a special trip to the torture room on Lu Dayuan's request to write a letter on his behalf, so that the leader of Fushuifang who was in charge of related matters would not interfere.

Only this letter, Xu Fengnian repented, and let the spy from Fushuifang intercept the family letter, but unfortunately the elderly scholar who was in the business of writing family books had also left the border with the team. I really wanted to find it, and I could find it with the forces that flew the water room outside the customs, but Xu Fengnian gave it up after thinking about it. He felt that since he had the handwriting of the family, he forged a letter every month with his calligraphy skills and skills. difficult.

But Xu Fengnian regrets it again at this moment.

Because he found that he just couldn't lift the pen at all, even if he picked up the pen again and again, but it all fell back, and he didn't know how to write the content of the family letter after one month.

Xu Fengnian stood up, walked out of the study, and came to the courtyard.

Still unable to calm down completely, Xu Fengnian stood up from the ground, swept to the horse-riding path of the southern wall of Jubei City, leaped gently, and sat cross-legged on the wall.

There was a sound of iron armor shaking from the distance of the horse trail. When the armored soldiers realized that it was the young prince who had come to the city head, they quickly retreated silently. Although there was no whispering, they all found the heat in each other's eyes.

Xu Fengnian clenched his fists, propped on his legs, sitting north facing south, looking at the distant night.

Sit all night.

Before dawn, he quietly returned to the mansion, and not long after he sat in the study, a torture spy chief came to report that Mao Shulang, Cheng Baishuang, and Ji Lu'an, three southern Xinjiang masters, were about to reach the southern part of the city together. Small town fair.

Xu Fengnian asked him to prepare a horse, and after spending more than half an hour dealing with the military and political affairs that had gradually piled up on the desk last night, he left the city alone.

It wasn't a special trip to meet the three Central Plains masters. Xu Fengnian wanted to take a look at the market. There was not much reason.

Xu Fengnian rode to the small town, got off his horse, and slowly moved forward with the horse. There are restaurants, teahouses and inn, as well as the scattered shops of various colors. Of course they can't leave without long legs, but the business is extremely deserted. Some shops simply closed their doors. This is reasonable. Three or four thousand people were evacuated in just half a decade. Moreover, a large number of civilian husbands who participated in the construction of the city began to return to their hometowns in Guannei in batches under the **** of the local garrison. Xu Fengnian went all the way, and there was a sleepy-eyed shop assistant squatting under the eaves and yawning. There were merchants who shouted at their servants to move goods and set off to move south, with a worried look. The woman in the brothel who lays on the railing and looks up at the red lantern in her spare time is rare to get up so early. There are elite security guards who escorted Lingzhou's rare and rare objects here, and they just ignore the sad face of the shopkeeper as long as the darts are safe.

Xu Fengnian suddenly saw at the end of the street an elderly Taoist man with a cart heading south. He was skinny and weak. On the tricycle, a linen trick to solicit business was inserted diagonally. From top to bottom, there are two lines of regular characters meticulously written. "Zi Wei Dou counting, gossip and six lines, acceptable", "Face and palmistry, Qimen Dunjia, okay". Xu Fengnian smiled heartily. This fortune-teller was really sincere. He led the horse and walked quickly, bending over to help propel the car.

The white-washed Taoist robe on the old man's body is nondescript. Anyway, Xu Fengnian has never seen it before traveling in Liyang and Beimang. This is not surprising. The Taoist temples that can obtain salvation from the imperial court have all styles of Taoist robe. Quite particular about forgeries and sales in the market, once discovered by the county government, the crime was definitely not small. The Taoist robe that Xu Feng rented for the first time during his first trip to the rivers and lakes back then was also a robe with an incorrect origin and absolutely no roots. Even if the government is watching and asking the bottom line, it is difficult to convict. This one in front of him is obviously a fellow of the same class as His Royal Highness who was extremely disillusioned back then.

The fortune teller who was barely known as a Taoist squinted his eyes and said: "This son must be from a wealthy family. If the poor Dao is expected to be good, he is still the seed brother of the father with great power outside the pass."

Xu Fengnian said with a smile, and said with a smile: "Mr. saw that my horse was able to follow the owner after letting go of the horse's rein. It should be the Beiliang warhorse without error, plus the battle is imminent, so I dared to take it here. The horse is hanging around, so you infer that I am the seed brother, right?"

The fortune-teller suddenly smiled far-fetched, and the fairy demeanor that he finally squeezed out also disappeared and was beaten back to its original form.

Xu Fengnian said with emotion: "It's true that I was almost the same as my husband in the early years. For my livelihood, I pretended to be a fortune teller and set up a stall to become a fortune teller. My husband would be better than mine. At any rate, there is a tricycle."

Xu Fengnian joked: "But to be honest, Mr.'s banner is really outstanding. Can there be business?"

The old man laughed loudly. "In fact, it doesn’t matter. The main way to make money here is to write home letters for others, or sell some small yellow paper folded peace symbols, three cents, and the business is OK. Those in Beiliang. When people are away, there is enough for me to eat meat and drink two meals a day. For ordinary people like me, that is, ordinary people, when we ask the Buddha to worship the gods and bodhisattvas, we must first seek peace and stability. Then ask for marriage, ask for time. Finally, ask for fame and wealth. Son, do you think this is rough?"

Xu Fengnian nodded and said softly: "The common people are actually using three pennies to seek peace of mind, and the husband is doing good deeds."

It seems that remembering those happy times of drinking and eating meat, the old man smiled, but soon he couldn’t help but angrily said: “If our princes were better, my business would be better for the last month. How could I think of hitting Beimang barbarians to Jubei City so early, so I was smashing the pot and selling iron to get this business, so I lost a lot of money, this time I returned to the customs, it was difficult for me."

Xu Fengnian smiled and said: "That feudal lord really should be scolded, what a great master of martial arts, he shouldn't use it as an ass."

Probably realized that this young man next to him is also a seed brother, and is closely related to the rise and fall of the Xu family in Beiliang. Walking in the rivers and lakes, it is the most reasonable to talk too much, and it is a taboo to talk shallowly, so the old man is very quick Changed his tone and said, "You can't say that. It's not easy for our princes. It's not very good for our princes. The luck is not too good to support such a big family. Soon the Beimang barbarian came over and even had a chance to fart. No, the prince and the frontier army are still...not easy."

The old man might not be able to make up anymore, he became more embarrassed, he looked awkward, and his push was somewhat weak.

Xu Feng said with a light weight, smiling: "Mr.'s words are a bit counterintuitive. Don't worry, even though I am the seed brother of the Northern Liang general, I can still hear other people's words, good and bad things, and I don't care. Of course, I’m happier when I hear good words."

The old man and Xu Fengnian were walking south on the cart, and they were about to cross the bridge and crossing the river. The old man looked back at the towering city wall and suddenly stomped his feet and said: "Some things are really uncomfortable. When Beicheng asks the crime, the little old man has to vomit quickly!"

Xu Fengnian smiled bitterly and said: "Come on, surely it's not a good thing. Even if you say it, I just pretend that I haven't heard anything."

The old man smiled, straightened his waist, turned to the north, and pointed his finger at the Jubei city. "My son, I have heard a lot of rumors recently, saying that our princes are too courageous and put so many. The veteran doesn’t need it. Instead, he wants to use those little dolls that don’t have the same hair. How do you fight this battle? Who won the first Liangmao battle? It’s not General Liu Jinu from Hutou City, Liangzhou. Isn’t the General Wang Lingbao of the Liuzhou Dragon Elephant Army? Isn’t Youzhou’s gourd mouth lying on the bow, Crane Luan Xiaguang, so many of the three cities’ captains who died in battle? It’s not about our Northern Liang’s greatest Snow Dragon Cavalry and built for many years. The two heavy cavalry troops? How many young foreigners are there? Yu Luandao barely counts one. Let me say, don’t look at Liuzhou’s previous victories, but it’s a critical juncture, young People, unreliable!"

The old man turned his head and looked at the young man's profile, and asked, "My son, what do you think?"

Xu Fengnian looked into the distance, "The old gentleman said something reasonable, but the world is wonderful, and there are some reasonable things, not necessarily reasonable things."

The old man widened his eyes, "My son, are you a scholar or a young man? Why don't you understand what you say?"

Xu Fengnian sighed, "I can't afford to be called a scholar. It should be correct to say that I am a seedling brother. I grew up drinking sand, smelling horse dung and listening to drums."

After expressing his bravery, the old man seemed to be in a much more relaxed mood, and he rarely joked: "The son is not very clear, but he is actually very easy to talk and reasonable."

Xu Fengnian said helplessly: "Old sir, is this praise or depreciation?"

The old man laughed and said: "The son just picks what is nice and listens to it, it's correct."

Xu Fengnian followed his mood a bit more lightly, and the haze between his eyebrows gradually faded, and he smiled knowingly: "Teached."

The old man did not ask Xu Fengnian to help push the car onto the bridge, and he carted south by himself, lowering his voice and muttering to himself: "If the general is still alive, it will be fine. How dare you come to us? , Beiliang wouldn’t fight at all, so how about winning a battle now, it’s not that many people will die. I heard that there are 300,000 stone monuments behind Qingliang Mountain, they are all imaginary things that can live, no matter what. Better than leaving a name after death, right?"

Xu Fengnian stood there, silent.

The old man would definitely not guess the identity of the young man, and would not think that a great master of Wuping would help him push the cart, so he continued to murmur and complain: "Let me see, since the Central Plains court is not a Good thing, instead of our army of the northern Liang border crossing the border, and not gaining a good reputation, it is better to open the door and let the Beimang barbarian enter the customs. As long as the two sides don’t bump into each other inside and outside the Beiliang Road Pass, it’s determined in advance. Everything is going well, let the white-eyed wolves in the Central Plains suffer. Let the people of Beiliang live our stable life and save more worry and effort. I just can't see the young prince, or I must persuade him not to be angry and listen. Listen to the old man’s advice, don’t be a hero."

Xu Fengnian squinted his eyes and raised his head. The autumn wind disturbed the young man's sideburns and hair.

Maybe it's miserable, maybe it's a guilty conscience, maybe it's both, so from start to finish~IndoMTL.com~ the young prince never spoke.

On the south side of the bridge, the back of the old man pushing the cart is further and further away.

Xu Fengnian seemed to remember something, and shouted, "Old sir, don’t rush south, and don’t forget the three post roads leading from Jubei City to Liangzhou Pass within two ten years. People can borrow. Road, don’t take a long way!"

The old fortune teller, as if he really heard the call, paused briefly, about to signal to the young man that he knew it, and then continued south.

After the feudal residence was completed, the study room would receive confidential information from inside and outside the customs every day. There are all hawk houses in the Fushui room. The Beiliang espionage has always been divided into three levels according to the priority. It was originally eligible to be sent to the study desk. The espionage only has the letter A, but the young lords ordered the first-class spy, not the second-rank word, but the last-class letter C spy. In fact, the military and political significance is not great, but the new Liang Wang is used to relieve tension, although The two rooms must have undergone a certain degree of screening, and it is impossible to send them all to the study room of the mansion, but the number is still large, mostly involving the situation of the Guannei Academy or the public opinion of scholars. The content is varied, including some radical comments by young scholars, and young princes have never just browsed without commenting on them.

There is a comment, which was copied by the young prince himself as a daily self-examination.

"Poor morality but superior position, small wisdom but great planning, small strength but heavy responsibility, such a mediocre feudal king sits on the border, the Beiliang border army will undoubtedly be defeated!"

The army is oppressing the realm, the last wishes of the fathers, the bitter cold hometown, the imperial court, the beautiful Central Plains, the innocent people, the heaven is overwhelming.

They are all burdens, layer upon layer.

On the north side of the bridge, the young man who was actually less than four years old, slowly squatted down, squatted by the river, dusted a licorice root, and chewed gently in his mouth.

The mouth is full of sweetness.

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