After getting on his horse, Xu Mu had returned to his usual calm demeanor. Jia Zhou's coffin was also sent back to Chengdu and buried in Qishili Cemetery.
Although Jia Zhou mentioned that killing was too heavy, in Xu Mu's heart, Jia Zhou could be called a pioneer in Western Shu. Without Jia Wenlong, Western Shu would not be where it is today.
"Send the military advisor home!" Yin Hu shouted loudly.
A large number of more than 3,000 Shu soldiers began to follow the long official road, all the way to Chengdu.
…
Outside Changyang Palace.
Chang Sheng, who received the information from Xishu, slowly put down the letter in his hand after reading it. He straightened his robe and bowed in the direction of Xishu.
"The last of the five plans in the world, Jia Wenlong, also drove to the west." Chang Sheng's face was silent and solemn.
"Military advisor, once Poison Ou dies, only a lame man is left. Let me tell you, Poison Ou uses poisonous tactics to anger God, and it is inevitable that he will lose his life and die early." Beside Chang Sheng, a secret guard commander who was with him had a face.
With a smile on it.
Chang Sheng shook his head, "Whether he is a teacher or a poisonous owl lame man, he is considered a wise man in the world. If the Central Plains were peaceful, I would not have to travel far away to visit and listen to the teachings. But it is impossible. In the current situation, Beiyu and Xixi
Shu, we can only fight to the death."
The secret guard leader was startled and carefully stepped aside.
"How are the arrangements going on Huang Zhizhou's side?"
"In the past few days, I have been in Changyang City, attending a banquet of aristocratic families. According to the wishes of the military advisor, the Che family has a daughter who is planning to marry Huang Zhizhou."
Chang Sheng smiled and said, "Chehu has been escorted all the way. It's a matter of course."
"Military advisor, is it possible that you still can't trust Huang Zhizhou?"
"How can you trust it? So what if you can't trust it?" Chang Sheng closed his eyes slightly and said, "In this world, all I see is profit. Huang Zhizhou entered Chongqing along the way and killed 219 soldiers of Western Shu and seriously injured Shu general Han Jiu.
, and in the end, he also killed Cao Hong, the leader of the Night Owls."
"Do you know who Cao Hong is? He was the commander of the Tiger Hall of the Young Marquis of Daji. This commander was a thought left by the Young Marquis to King Xu Shu. It is of great significance, so I chose him."
"In the past four or five days, those Shu spies who were still lurking in Changyang City spared no effort and launched three rounds of assassinations against Huang Zhizhou. Do you think it is possible for a person like him to return to Shu? To say the least,
Even if he wants to go back, those Shu people will never agree."
"There is no way to retreat. He has only one choice left, to stay in Beiyu." Chang Sheng raised his head, his tone filled with expectation.
"Unlike Huo Fu, Huang Zhizhou gives me the feeling that he is the kind of person who is eager to spread his fame. This kind of person, if used well, can be a sharp sword."
"Of course, safety comes first. From today on, you will keep an eye on Huang Zhizhou in person. I will promote you to the position of deputy general in the camp so that you can keep an eye on him. Xi Shu has captured Dongling and it is now the territory of ten states.
It’s a long road.”
The secret guard commander nodded.
Chang Sheng stood for a while longer, sighed, and turned around to walk to the study.
…
In Yanzhou.
Chang Shiro, who had a dusty face, was wearing a battle armor, and he and Chang Wei were squatting on the ground, eating the stove food. Today was chess noodles, and Chang Shiro, who had just killed a wave of traitors, was eating his head full.
Sweat profusely.
"Chang Wei, the taste is too weak, vinegar cloth, give me vinegar cloth!"
Without any disdain, Changshiro took the vinegar cloth, dipped it directly into the soup noodles, stirred it, and then continued to eat comfortably.
At this time, several scouts riding from the inner city stopped in front of them.
"See my lord, see General Huwei."
"Speak." Changshiro raised his head.
"Iron torture platform secretly reported that the Poison Eagle military advisor of Western Shu died at Guxu Pass in Lingren ten days ago. In order to retaliate, all the troops from the front line of Western Shu came out to attack Dongling. The left king of Dongling has already
He died in Guxu pass."
Chang Shiro frowned and put down the noodle bowl. Chang Wei next to him had tears in his eyes.
"Is the news true?"
"My lord, it's true... The Poisonous Osprey of Western Shu was on the border of Lingzhou, at Guxu Pass, and was hit by a hidden arrow——"
hold head high!
Changshiro raised his leg and kicked the scout war horse next to him until he foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground.
The scout who spoke quickly bowed his head and knelt down.
"I only asked you whether it was true or not, I didn't let you talk about it."
"Go back and tell Chang Sheng that I already know." Chang Shiro picked up the noodle bowl again and took a big gulp into his mouth.
The scout apologized and backed away carefully.
"Chang Wei, do you want to eat?"
"Master, Mr. Jia is a good man."
"I'm asking you if you still want to eat noodles?"
"I can't eat anymore, Master."
Chang Shiro snatched the noodle bowl from Chang Wei's hand and ate it all in a few mouthfuls. Feeling that it was not full enough, he called for three more bowls. After three bowls, two more bowls were added.
He sat under the setting sun, holding a bowl of noodles, and kept eating and swallowing. He couldn't explain why, but in his heart, he didn't want to go back to the camp and sleep. He always felt that he needed to find something to do, just like eating, which was a good way to do it.
choose.
The setting sun in the sky is like blood.
Outside Chengdu, the seventy-mile cemetery is full of people worshiping.
Xu Mu held Xu Qiao's hand and walked quietly to a newly built general temple. In the temple, a stone statue of Jia Zhou was enshrined.
This time, Xu Mu did not listen to Jia Zhou's suggestion, but insisted on building a general temple for Jia Zhou, which stood in the seventy-mile tomb mountain.
"Grandpa Military Advisor, Xu Qiao is here to give you flowers." After all, he is a child. Xu Qiao burst into tears and carefully placed the picked flowers on the altar of the general temple.
Xu Mu felt congested. In the past few days, he had not dared to come over, for fear of seeing things and missing people.
"Father, whose temple belongs to the general?"
Xu Mu turned his head and looked at another general temple standing not far away.
"Lu Xiu, the Tiger of Dingzhou."
"What about the one at the back?"
Xu Mu's voice trembled, "It belongs to your Uncle Dou Tong, and next to him is General Dou Zhong."
The great cause of Western Shu, countless famous generals have withered along the way. Countless people are still kneeling on the altar in front of the seventy-mile tomb mountain, crying sadly.
"Father, woo woo... I know this one belongs to my adoptive father Chen Jiaqiao. My name comes from him."
Xu Mu nodded.
Although Chen Jiaqiao died, he still persisted and asked Xu Qiao to worship his adoptive father and remember it for the rest of his life.
Turning his gaze sideways, Xu Mu looked at the general temples one after another. Among them, there were also Xiao Houye's Prince Temple, Lian Yong's Yi Temple, Cao Hong's Zhongyong Temple, Li Zhiqiu and Zhuge Fan's Yixia Temple...
…
In Qishili Tomb Mountain, there are many more Shu soldiers, captains, and generals whose bones are buried in the green mountains.
"Xu Qiao, kneel down."
In the mountain breeze, Xu Qiao knelt down and worshiped seriously at the tombs and temples in front of him.
"I, Xu Mu, would like to send you my sincere greetings to all of you who are loyal and brave." Xu Mu also knelt down and bowed in obeisance.
All around, many people also knelt down and called each other in farewell.
A nation without heroes is like a dark night without candles, and it will last forever without light. However, there are many people in this world who are unwilling to live in decay, and have written a series of legendary legends with their mortal bodies.