"Yes, sister, look, Guangdi's army has captured Shanjing, and General Hua Mingfeng's army has captured Bingfucheng. I heard that the army of Lu has also attacked the Fengguo for a thousand miles and occupied dozens of cities of all sizes. [ ] "As he said, Long Dingtian drew three arrows, and 10% of the three arrows, all of which pointed directly at Dafengcheng, and the meaning was self-evident!
Long Feixue showed a knowing smile on his face: "Brother, I think the defeat of Feng Kingdom has been achieved, and Hua Shenguang forced Cheng Heizi away, weakening the strength of the Feng Kingdom's generals. My Daping Kingdom's national strength is increasing day by day. I am afraid that a prosperous era will be slashed out in my brother's hands."
"Good words! Sister, most of it is the credit of Brother Guang." When talking about Hua Shenguang, Long Dingtian stared at Long Feixue meaningfully: "Sister, what did you call him just now? By the way, you call him Hua Shenguang, how could you call that? I heard that you hold a firefly sword every day, calling Brother Guang's brother Guang."
Hua Shenguang's walking posture, smiling face, voice, etc. naturally appeared in front of Long Feixue's eyes. Her face turned red: "Brother, you are making fun of others again and ignore you."
Seeing Long Feixue running out, Long Dingtian laughed. He took out a thorn bullet from under the table, played with the strategic weapon of the Great Wind Kingdom with love, and said to himself: "I should also visit the Tiangong Bureau in person to visit the heroes behind the hard work of making it. Guangdi had long proposed to reward Fang Tong, and it happened to be here to give the next imperial edict, and he would like to reward him in person!"
Long Dingtian said that wind is rain, so he left the palace the next day and headed to Sanshan County.
At this time, Hua Shenguang was inquiring about the news about his opponent Zeng Huainan from many aspects. The information of Cheng Heizi's new opponent after leaving was collected by multiple channels and placed on his table. Xiao Ye made a pot of tea for him and stood quietly beside him.
"Zeng Huainan is indeed worthy of the General of Feng Kingdom of Cheng Heizi's previous generation! Xiao Ye, when this man was in power, he attacked foreign countries for a total of 150 times, defeated 138 times, and defeated twelve times. These twelve defeats were all irrelevant small defeats." Hua Shenguang said after reading the information.
"Brother Guang, this person is old and is no longer brave as before. He must be no match for you." Xiao Ye said. She had absolute trust in Hua Shenguang. As long as Hua Shenguang is by her side, she would not be afraid even if the sky fell.
"The older the man, the more he is good at calculating, otherwise how could there be such words as old foxes, old fairies? You see, judging from his achievements, he is more skilled in strategy. This man is extremely cautious and does not send troops easily, but once he sends troops, it will inevitably be accompanied by conspiracy."
"Brother Guang, what are you doing in conspiracy? A thorny thorn was shot over and he was killed." Xiao Ye gesturing his fist, he said disapprovingly.
Hua Shenguang smiled. On the battlefield, thorn bullets cannot solve everything. For example, the divine artillery army was introduced into the valley and other dead ends. Even if there are many thorn bullets, what is the use? It is not just the only way to die if you die.
"Hey, I didn't expect that Zeng Huainan had a son and a daughter. His son Zeng Guoan was an official in the court, and his daughter was actually a disciple of Baihua Palace. He had comprehended the magic power three years ago and entered Baihua Palace." An intelligence written with Zeng Huanan's family tree attracted Hua Shenguang.
Xiao Ye came over and stared at the paper with his eyes: "Zeng Ajiao? He is another disciple of Baihua Palace. Brother Guang, you must win. Capture this old man alive and destroy his daughter in the future!" Xiao Ye became angry when he heard Baihua Palace.
"Of course! Zeng Ajiao, this name is funny, why didn't he choose Zeng Amao?" Hua Shenguang teased a few words and put down the report: "Xiao Ye, come with me to see if the shells from the Tiangong Bureau have been transported?"
The Tiangong Bureau kept making thorny bullets day and night, and finally arrived in large quantities, and Hua Shenguang added some confidence. Since the previous battle, the thorny bullets had been used almost the same, so Hua Shenguang immediately mobilized the shells to prepare for emergencies.
First collect some thorn bullets and enter the Shenguang Jade Space. Hua Shenguang arranged the affairs of Shanjing, rode a fast horse alone and headed north. He wanted to go to Jianping County or further north to personally investigate the enemy's movements and see if he could do some damage. Although there was already a lot of enemy intelligence and news about Zeng Huainan, it would be better to see him in person than to hear him. When he went to the enemy's territory, he could learn more about the exact information.
To the north of Shanjing, there is a large passage to Jianping, Luosi and other places. The wide road is very flat. Originally, there should be people coming and going and there are many merchants, but because of the war, it is rare to see one or two pedestrians on this avenue. After all, the section from Shanjing to Jianping County is now at the forefront of the two armies. Although the battle is temporarily halted, ordinary people will not run here and will avoid it.
Hua Shenguang was fast and fast, running on the avenue. Occasionally, he could see villages on both sides of the road, and some working people in the fields around the village. Hua Shenguang stopped and looked at the quiet and peaceful pastoral scenery, and felt a sense of unbearableness to break it.
"The house is more than ten acres, and the house is covered with thatched huts. The elm and willows are shaded by the back, and the peach and plum trees are in front of the hall." Hua Shenguang remembered the poems of ancient poets who described pastoral scenery. He looked ahead. The scenery of this other world is like a poem and a painting, which is even better than the artistic conception of the poem.
Tied the horse to the side of the road, Hua Shenguang walked towards the field. An old man saw a stranger coming and stopped his work.
Hua Shenguang restrained his breath and smiled, giving people a feeling of spring breeze, like a young and polite student. He bowed to the old man and said, "Old man, your melon is red and big, don't know how to sell it?"
Seeing that Hua Shenguang was not a bad person, the old man was polite, he picked one casually, and touched it on a small stone, the melon cracked, revealing the bright red flesh inside. The old man handed it to him and smiled and said, "Young man, you are tired from rushing, come and taste a melon. I'll look at you with comfort. I don't have any money, please."
"How can you be so embarrassed?" Hua Shenguang took the melon and tasted it. The pure sweetness was not a bit sour, and he couldn't help but admire it.
When the melon is ripe, it is all red, and the flesh inside is similar to watermelon, but it has no seeds and has a purer and sweet taste. It is the first choice for ordinary farmers in the Shanjing area. Especially in summer, it can be sold at a good price after ripening.
"Young man, there is a war here. Why are you running here? Look at you who came from Yamaki? I heard that Yamaki has been occupied by Opiriku?"
"Yes, old man, Shanjing has been occupied." Hua Shenguang said.
The old man sat down on the ridge of the field, and he also broke a melon open, and said while eating: "Oh, when the two countries are fighting, we are still the people who are suffering. Fortunately, Hua Shenguang from Daping Kingdom never harms ordinary people."
Hua Shenguang felt relieved after hearing this. It seemed that his reputation was already outside, and the people of Daping Country knew his kindness.
The old man continued: "In previous years, melons were in full swing, but this year, I'm afraid these will rot in the ground. Look at the red ones, they will fall naturally and rot in the ground if they are not picked for a few days. The green and yellow ones are immature. It was originally a good harvest year, but now it seems that the more melons you have, the more worrying you are! "
As the old man spoke, his heart was filled with melancholy, as if there were a few wrinkles on his face.