Ruan Qingwen rode a fast horse and came to the White Tiger Army camp at Lianglangguan under the protection of soldiers, and asked to meet Uncle Dushan. When Uncle Dushan learned that this man was Gu Yong's marching commander, he immediately summoned him to inquire. Ruan Qingwen
He truthfully informed the front line of the critical situation and begged the White Tiger Army to send troops to rescue immediately. After hearing this, Du Shanbo felt relieved and said: "Master Gu's command is appropriate, and it will be difficult for the dog barbarians to get to Jincheng." Ruan Qingwen thought that he was unwilling to rescue, so he immediately became anxious.
He was about to argue when he heard Uncle Dushan give an order: "The tigers coming down from the mountain have spread throughout all the armies, and they are ready to break camp immediately. In five days, the white tigers will attack Quanyi from the north!" He patted Ruan Qingwen's thin shoulder and said: "
Not all Han armies are as vulnerable as the Qinglong Army."
The Eighteen Tigers behind Du Shanbo burst out laughing, while Cheng Chu and those around him, Xia Houbao, Zhou Wenqi, Murong Hui, Wu Gang and others looked sad. Du Shanbo turned to look at them, and they had no choice but to laugh along with them.
.Du Shanbo was disdainful. The Sixth Regiment was really hopeless. In the entire regiment of 20,000 people, not one person felt shame?
Maybe, that kid guarding Wooden City alone can be used.
After Ruan Qingwen left Mucheng, Zhang Xiaowu guessed that Du Shanbo would definitely lead his troops north to attack the barbarians. He also tried his best to cooperate and actively prepared food and winter clothing, especially more firewood. Although Zhang Xiaowu did not stick to it for a long time.
Mu Cheng's plan, but he must also manage today's motley army.
Power can be addictive, especially when you have an army of over 10,000 people. As the lord of a city, Zhang Xiaowu also wanted to control his desires, but he gradually discovered that people's desire for power is innate, and he was very satisfied with being the lord of the city.
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Nowadays, there are about 10,000 civilians and 10,000 soldiers in the wooden city. Managing so many soldiers and civilians, Zhang Xiaowu is busy and fulfilled all day long. But this feeling of dominating everyone is power, which can determine life or death. Compared with the battlefield
It seems easier and easier to force others to death with power. Zhang Xiaowu said in his heart that it is no wonder that the power struggle in the court is more intense than on the battlefield.
Now Zhang Xiaowu's foundation is the old team of the Death Soldier Battalion and the 5,000 trained soldiers. The defeated troops who entered the army are far less loyal than them, and many of them have their own agendas. But even the Death Soldier Battalion was only established in a short period of time.
There were only more than three months. Before the Battle of Roland Ruins and the Battle of Thorn Forest, the Death Soldier Battalion was still a straggler.
In order to control the soldiers and civilians of Mucheng as much as possible, Zhang Xiaowu implemented a high-pressure rule in a short period of time. Anyone who dared to oppose the military regulations issued by the garrison office would be killed without mercy. For a time, some of the defeated soldiers who complained openly or secretly colluded with ulterior motives were killed one after another.
Bai Hao's personal guard battalion acted as the executioner. This image of Bai Hao's black evil god became everyone's nightmare, and everyone was afraid that he would find them.
After ten days of strict military administration, there were no more dissenters in the city.
On this day, after Zhang Xiaowu inspected the city defense, he went to the garrison camp to inspect the tunnel excavation. Wang Yijin smiled and reported: "Sir, Cao Li said that they had previously dug out the graves of the Luolan people, and now they have dug out an underground river.
, water almost poured into the tunnel, but fortunately the underground river is about to dry up."
"How much progress have you made?"
"The tunnel to the south was dug for twenty feet, the tunnel to the north was dug for two miles, the tunnel to the east was dug for fifty feet, and the tunnel to the west was dug forty feet."
"Why are you digging so fast in the north direction?"
"Because the underground is soft soil in the north direction and is easy to excavate, while in other directions there is gravel and hard mud, making it inconvenient to dig." Wang Yijin said, "Master Cao said that the width of the tunnel is only two people shoulder to shoulder, so only two people can walk in the forward direction.
People work at the same time. Although there are many of them, the work of tunnel excavation does not mean that there are more people, but it is a long-term and slow-working fortification. Sometimes it is bad. "
Zhang Xiaowu acknowledged Cao Li's concerns. Tunnel excavation should not only pursue speed, safety and concealment, but practicality is more important.
The road ahead is a crossroads, and a hundred meters to the left after the crossroads is the bookshop. The old man who fled south that day also came back with his students, and now Wang Yijin is studying here. Wang Yijin really likes reading, and now he still has it in his arms.
I have two books, which I read and recite whenever I have free time.
Zhang Xiaowu felt that Wang Yijin was born in the wrong child. If he had been born into a wealthy family, or even an ordinary family, he would have been a young scholar long ago. However, he was born into a family that starved to death, and was sold to others as a domestic slave as soon as he was born. Everyone said
Reincarnation is an art. He thought about himself. In his previous life, his parents died young. In this life, he was still an orphan and a fool. Was he a lone star in the world?
There are pedestrians and business people on the streets one after another. There are no mountains around Mucheng. They are all grasslands and sand dunes, with occasionally a few woods. In spring, small lakes are formed in the east and west directions of Mucheng due to the melting of snow, but in two or three days, there are many small lakes.
It disappeared after a few months. What the people sold most were fur products and livestock. The surrounding herdsmen also tried to exchange cattle and sheep for food. Eating too much beef and mutton made them smell fishy, so the herdsmen still liked to eat more pasta.
Zhang Xiaowu looked at the people on the street, smiled slightly, and suddenly saw a sign on the street with the four characters "Big Bowl of Wide Noodles" written on it. He reined in his horse, pointed at the sign and said: "This sign
When did it appear?" Wang Yijin didn't know, so he went over to ask and reported back: "It was just five days after the brand was made. The store owner said that he has improved the method of making noodles. This big bowl of wide noodles is his.
invention."
"Is the store owner's surname Wu?"
Wang Yijin said in surprise: "Do you know this person, sir? The old man's name is Wu Jiada. His face is very long and impressive."
"It's interesting." Zhang Xiaowu said with a smile, "After inspecting the tunnel, let's eat this big bowl of wide noodles. I'm going to write a song for this big bowl of wide noodles."
Wang Yijin flattered her and said, "The song written by you must be a famous song that will be passed down through the ages."
Zhang Xiaowu said: "I have thought of something, you can check it for me, 'Look at this bowl, it is big and round, look at the noodles, it is long and wide'. One pound, what do you think?"
Wang Yijin looked strange, stuck out his tongue and said awkwardly: "Your Majesty's songs are really unpredictable. I dare not make any comments based on my humble position."
Zhang Xiaowu asked again: "Bai Hao, you are from Mohe. Mohe people are good at singing and dancing. Your appreciation level must be much better than this little slave. What do you think?"
Bai Haoheng stammered and said, "Well, I have never heard a song that is so straightforward and requires no thinking. People like me who don't speak Chinese very well like it very much."
"Damn it, are you scolding me or praising me?" Zhang Xiaowu laughed and scolded, and the three of them laughed.
At this time, as he approached the intersection, Zhang Xiaowu felt a palpitation in his heart for no reason. Almost subconsciously, he almost turned half of his body.
"Whoosh!"
A crossbow arrow flew like lightning, and the arrow hit Zhang Xiaowu with a "puff" sound.
