Wanren Mountain.

"Report - E-dengcheng sent 100,000 troops to attack our iron line!"

"Report-Mu Pucheng sent 100,000 troops to attack my Anqing City!"

"Report-Hazier City sent 100,000 troops to attack our southern mountain city!"

"Report - Hudak City sent 100,000 troops to attack our Taiwan Head - the West Defence Line!"

...

Military newspapers rushed into the Weiwu Mansion, and immediately the contents of the general newspaper were classified into categories, and according to various items such as supplies, intelligence, military personnel mobilization, and support from the Great Confucian scholars, they were quickly sent to the corresponding halls in various places, waiting for approval.

The entire Weiwu Mansion was busy and orderly. As the battle hall in the core of Weiwu Mansion, Han Qingzhu and several great scholars who were familiar with military affairs surrounded a huge sand table, thinking about defense and counterattack strategies.

"It's only a few days since this battle, Mordan started the attack, a little impatient," said a second-grade scholar.

Another great scholar sneered: "The first battle was defeated, and the dignified Tulanwan Cavalry was wiped out by my God General Camp, so he was naturally furious."

The third great scholar nodded: "Mordan is still a barbarian wise man. He took advantage of the barbarian ranks to launch a sea of ​​people attack on our northern border and drive a hard line of defense."

He pointed out several places of war: "There are already 400,000 barbarians. They almost cover this area."

Another great scholar sighed: "What a pity, if I give me ten years of the human race, the book of Wuhou will affect a generation, so what is the advantage of the barbarians at the bottom!"

"Don't mention that boy." A second-grade scholar beside Han Qingzhu looked like he was disappointed. "Not to mention ten years, as long as he could finish the Romance of the Three Kingdoms quickly, he would have more heroic spirits and more benefits to the scholar, it would be a great blessing."

Speaking of Chen Luo, the atmosphere in the Battle Hall suddenly became a little relaxed. Then the great scholar who had previously guided the sand table smiled helplessly: "It's a shame for a literati, what can I do?" After saying that, he turned to look at the Bingxiong, "Bingxiong, I have a disciple who majored in the Legalist. The family, country and the world are black prisons and water prisons. Should I send him to Dongcang City, lock up that kid, and write a chapter and release a stick of incense."

"This method is very wonderful!" Other great scholars nodded.

Han Qingzhu had a look of intentional movement on her face, but she still waved her hand: "Forget it, it's hard to write a book, he's still a child, so bear it."

After saying that, Han Qingzhu changed his mind and looked at the sand table again: "From the military newspaper, there are traces of the tribes under Ilisa Khan's troops in the attacking barbarian army."

"At present, all barbarian military orders are dominated by Mordan."

"Where has the Tagu Man Emperor from the Ilisa tribe gone?"

As soon as Han Qingzhu said this, the great scholars fell into deep thought.

...

"Ah-sneeze!" Chen Luo sneezes.

Strangely, I actually caught a cold in my body.

No, I always feel like someone scolds me behind my back just now.

Chen Luo rubbed his nose and smiled coldly in his heart—

Isn’t it just a shame for literati? I, Chen Luo, accepted it!

After complaining, Chen Luo continued to write with his pen.

I have to say that after the Red Cliff, the generals began to emerge one by one.

"Three Kingdoms" truly ushered in the era of general stars.

Just finished writing Cao Ren, the first charcoal sacred general of Cao Wei, and he ushered in an important chapter.

"Guan Yunchang's righteousness to release Huang Hansheng, and Sun Zhongmou fights Zhang Wenyuan."

Huang Zhong, the Five Tiger General.

Zhang Liao, the five good general.

Two SSRs, I'll ask you if it's OK!

Chen Luo gave his waist and sighed.

Is it SSR related to him? He is just a cardmaker.

Write a book!

To avoid being urged by military law again!

...

Lanzhou, Lucheng.

Cheng Zhijie walked towards home step by step with firewood that was not matched with his body.

In the winter in the northern border, it is biting cold. If there is no heating, you will freeze to death when you fall asleep in the house.

Although he was taller and stronger than the children of his age, he was only eight years old after all, and the firewood that was almost half a person above his head was obviously too heavy. He had to stop and rest after taking a few steps.

My elder brother said that when he was a child, he grabbed Zhou and got a piece of gold. He put it in his mouth and bit it twice. At that time, his parents were overjoyed and thought that he would definitely be rich in the future, so he named it Yao Jin.

Cheng Yaojin.

Later, when his parents passed away, my elder brother thought that this name was indecent and would affect his apprenticeship in the future, so he changed his name to Zhijie, Zhiyi and Guanzheng!

But he still prefers the name Yao Jin.

It sounds so majestic.

Must change it back!

Thinking of this and thinking of that elder brother, Cheng Zhijie smiled.

After walking for a while, Cheng Zhijie finally saw a somewhat dilapidated courtyard. He saw a donkey cart parked at the entrance of the courtyard and frowned slightly, but soon returned to its original state. He lowered his head and walked in with his firewood on his back.

A man and a woman were talking in the main room, and her words were a little intense. Cheng Zhijie took it as if he had not heard it and turned directly into the woodshed.

He removed the firewood from his body, rubbed his shoulders that were almost bleeding, and looked at the firewood full of firewood in the woods. Cheng Zhijie smiled satisfied.

The quarrels outside became louder and louder. Fortunately, Cheng Zhijie did not leave the woodshed and leaned directly on a pile of firewood to rest.

He was only four years old when his eldest brother left.

The eldest brother left a sum of silver and entrusted himself to a cousin. He agreed to go back in three years. It has been four years and has not come back yet.

Is he dead?

Cheng Zhijie shook his head and shook this idea out of his mind.

He didn't know whether the eldest brother died or not, but that cousin was indeed dead.

A year after my eldest brother left, the cousin took him to a visit to a gentleman, and found that he did not have the talent to read through and could not become a Confucian scholar.

On the way back, my cousin fell into the water and died like that.

The woman outside who was quarreling with others was her cousin's wife.

He is a sharp-tongued woman.

Cheng Zhijie thought about it, and suddenly felt exhausted and closed his eyes unconsciously.

...

"Little beast, what are you sleeping? Get up quickly and chop the firewood!" My cousin's wife kicked Cheng Zhijie, and Cheng Zhijie shook his head and woke up.

At this time, my cousin's wife looked at Cheng Zhijie with a cold face: "What are you doing to make so much firewood at once? Isn't it enough to go out and get a little every day?"

Cheng Zhijie stood up swayingly and did not move forward. He just looked at his cousin's wife: "Sister-in-law, have you scolded your brother again?"

My cousin's wife frowned slightly: "At a young age, she eavesdrops on adults! It's time to beat me!"

As he said that, he pulled out a firewood from the side and made a move to hit Cheng Zhijie. Cheng Zhijie did not hide or avoid it, and the wooden strip finally stopped beside Cheng Zhijie.

"Little beast, I've grown my skills, don't hide, right?"

Cheng Zhijie smiled and said, "I'm afraid my sister-in-law won't be beaten in the future, so I'll let my sister-in-law get beaten to her happily today!"

My cousin's wife glared at Cheng Zhijie. Although this child is only eight years old, she looks like she is eleven or twelve years old. She doesn't look like her peers at all, and she is a little panicked: "What do you... mean?"

Cheng Zhiji nodded: "Sister-in-law, I'm leaving."

"Let's go? Where are you going? How many miles can a little beast with no high threshold run?"

Cheng Zhijie looked at the sky outside: "Uncle Qin's family wants to take Xiao Laobao to Dongcangcheng and told me that if I want, I can go with them."

"Go to Dongcangcheng and learn martial arts."

My cousin's wife was suddenly shocked and raised the wooden strip in her hand again: "Don't go!"

"Sister-in-law is like a mother. I said you are not allowed to go, so you are not allowed to go!"

"Do you know what is outside when you are a man of Dou Ding's size?"

"Now we are fighting, there are barbarians everywhere. Your elder brother is going to fight barbarians. What are you going out to do?"

"Stay at home! Did you hear it!"

As he said that, the wooden strip fell down and hit Cheng Zhijie one by one.

"Have you heard it! You speak! Talk!"

Cheng Zhijie did not dodge and just thrust the wooden strips. After a while, the strength in his cousin's hand became smaller and smaller, and finally, the wooden strips fell to the ground.

"Cheng Zhijie, I knew that your Cheng family was not a good thing!"

"Your elder brother threw you to us and ignored it; my short-lived ghost is even more kinky than your own son, but you died because of you."
To be continued...