【69 Book Bar-www.】 My father narrowed his eyes, looked at the horse again, and for some reason, sighed again, saying, "I have to go to work. Si Chu, be careful all the way, Langyue Province is in the remote and wilderness.
The bandits are cruel and vicious again, so don’t be as soft as before.”
After graduation, he was assigned to the Fire Army because of his best grades in the course of firearms. However, when he first entered the military camp, he pleaded for a soldier who had violated military discipline and was beheaded by the officer Bi Wei.
A conflict. If he hadn't had a father who was Secretary of State at that time, I was afraid Bi Wei would have killed him. After this incident, his father used his power to transfer him from Bi Wei's command and became a leisurely person.
The marching staff officer. He also sighed and said, "Yes, thank you father."
My father didn't look at him anymore and turned around and walked out the door. My father's car was ready outside the door. Zheng Sichu heard the horse neighing outside the door, and knew that his father had left, so he breathed a sigh of relief. My father was the Secretary of State of the Republic,
He is always praised as a stern heart, but he may be more like his mother and he always finds it difficult to be hard on his heart.
After washing Feiyu and asked the groom to put some good ingredients, Zheng Sichu changed into casual clothes and turned to walk into his mother's room. He was relieved after reporting to his mother that he was about to set off. His mother and father had been separated for a long time, but he was both
People are rarely seen once and still respect each other. Zheng Sichu heard that his mother was the commander of the army when she was young, and his grandfather was an early general of the Republic, and he mentioned it in history textbooks. For his mother, he went to fight and fought.
It's not an unexpected thing, either.
After saying goodbye to my mother, it was getting late, but it was still far from dusk. Maybe it was time to say goodbye to the teacher? Although the teacher said that if you are fine, don't go to his Wuxiang Water Pavilion, but now I am about to go to the battle.
Maybe it's not okay. He took the horse out and walked out the door.
Wuxiang Water Pavilion is located at the foot of the west mountain outside the city. There are only a few hunters living on the west mountain, which is very remote. The Wuxiang Water Pavilion where the teacher lives is built on a pond on the hillside, and there is only a narrow path leading there, because
There were few people walking, and the path was covered with weeds, which was almost difficult to get off. Zheng Sichu walked a long way, and the road became more and more difficult. He jumped off his horse and led the horse. Fortunately, it was not too remote.
After walking for about half a mile and turning a few turns, you can hear the sound of water pouring out jade.
It was the waterfall in front of Wuxiang Water Pavilion. The waterfall was not big. If it didn't rain for a month, the waterfall would become very small, and you could only hear the drizzle. It just rained two days ago.
The sound of the waterfall was very loud at this time.
He led his horse to the Wuxiang Water Pavilion. The Wuxiang Water Pavilion was built by the pond. Outside the door was a vegetable garden. A man wearing a straw hat was carrying a bucket of water and was concentrating on watering the ground. He planted several ridges of green vegetables.
The vegetables are very good, with green leaves and fat white stems neatly arranged in several rows, like a picture drawn by fine brush.
The teacher heard the sound of horse hooves, raised his head and looked at it, and smiled and said, "Si Chu, today is not the day to practice guns, why are you here?"
Zheng Sichu tied Feiyu under the tree outside the door, walked to the man, bowed and said, "Teacher, I'm here to say goodbye to you."
The teacher took off his straw hat, fanned it as a fan, and said, "What's wrong? You don't want to practice a gun anymore?"
"No. If the army wants to set out, I have to go with the army."
The teacher was stunned and said, "Is there another war?"
"The military headquarters decided to send reinforcements to expedition the bandits in Langyue Province. The motion has been approved by the Administrative Office and I will leave tomorrow."
The straw hat in the teacher's hand suddenly stopped and said, "The war has begun?
"Yes. The 20,000 bandit suppression troops led by General Fang Ruoshui set out two months ago and started the war a month ago, but the situation was not good, so the military headquarters decided to send more than 10,000 reinforcements."
"Who leads the reinforcements?"
"It's General Bi Wei, teacher."
"Thirty thousand soldiers, two generals." The teacher murmured, "The House of Justice really respects the Five De Camp."
Zheng Sichu was stunned and said, "What is the Five De Camp? Is the bandit army called the Five De Camp?" The military information briefings he heard and saw called it "Bandit Army". The title "Five De Camp" was still
The first time I heard that the teacher seemed to have noticed that he was a little confused and smiled dryly, "It's nothing. Si Chu, going to the battlefield is not a fun thing. Are you ready?"
"Si Chu was prepared. Teacher, you told me that in order to do the general, you should not avoid the attacks and arrows, share the joys and sorrows with soldiers, distinguish between rewards and punishments, be trustworthy in words and do not disturb civilians."
The teacher smiled and said, "In Langyue Province, you probably can't even bother the people. But this is not bad, haha." He stroked the short beard under his jaw and said, "Go in and sit down. Tomorrow
You're leaving, show me your marksmanship."
Zheng Sichu lowered his head and said, "Yes." He was a little excited. Although the teacher had no official position, his reputation was very loud in the army. From top to bottom, it was said that the teacher was the first gun in the world.
Although I am just a marching adviser, if you are in terms of marksmanship, I am no longer inferior to those generals. If the teacher wants to see his marksmanship, he has to pass on some tricks to himself, right?
After entering Wuxiang Water Pavilion, the teacher just dragged a recliner over, got off himself, pulled out a gun from under the chair and threw it to him, and said, "Come on, try."
The gun's head had not yet opened, and it seemed that it had just been made. Zheng Sichu took it into his hand and shouted "screaming" the gun, and a fierce wind was emitted. He was shocked and said, "Good gun."
!” The gun is light and overlapping, hard and tough, the gun rod is only painted with clear paint, revealing the wood grain below. What’s strange is that there are circles of horizontal lines on it.
"This is the White Wood Gun." The teacher smiled slightly, "You are so lucky, neither too late nor too late, just in time."
Zheng Sichu weighed the spear and said, "Teacher, why is the pattern on the gun so strange?"
"This is an iron tower." Seeing that Zheng Sichu was a little confused, the teacher said again: "The iron tower is only five inches long a year, and each time it is a piece of wood. The wood is extremely tough and is an excellent material for gun barrels. But this iron tower is very
It is rare that the branches must be cut off every spring and autumn, but they cannot grow on the wind vent to allow them to grow upward and straight, and they can only become a timber ten years later. Si Chu, eleven years ago, I moved ten iron tower trees here, every day
After eleven years of watering and fertilizing, only this plant is the most suitable. If you count, it is exactly fifteen sections, the total length is seven feet and five inches, to see if it fits or not.”
Zheng Sichu was a little surprised. It turned out that it was so difficult to plant a gun-making tree. Perhaps only the teacher had the time to have leisure. He held the white wood gun in his hand, shook it slightly, and spit it out, and then turned it into a portal.
The teacher told him that his twelve golden spear technique was used all the way.
From the first route to the twelfth route, Zheng Sichu suddenly retracted the gun in his hand and stood up straight. He felt a little worried, afraid that he would make any mistakes, but when he saw the smile on the teacher's face, he felt relieved.
Come.
The teacher was drinking a cup of tea. When Zheng Sichu was in the gun collection style, he put down the cup and sighed: "Sichu, you really have the talent to use guns, haha."
"The teacher has been awarded too much. Teacher, is there anything wrong with Si Chu's shooting skills?"
The teacher stood up from the lounge chair and walked to the window of Wuxiang Water Pavilion. From the window, a waterfall flowed down from the cliff, making the rumbling sound of water, which made the water surface boil, and the water surface under the window was still very calm.
The microwaves were uneven, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, like a huge mirror. He said, "Si Chu, come and take a look."
Zheng Sichu walked to the window with a white wooden gun, looking at the waterfall, wondering what the teacher asked him to see. The teacher said, "Did you see this water? There is extreme movement, extreme tranquility, but it is so harmonious."
Zheng Sichu's mind flashed, and seemed to have some understanding, and said, "Teacher, do you mean the marksmanship?"