Five miles south of Changyang City, across a river, you can see three new tombs, buried under the green hills.
Xu Mu grimaced, pulled off the awkward crown of his hair, and let his long hair fly in the wind.
Clang.
The long sword was unsheathed and stuck straight on the ground.
Xu Mu knelt down.
The 5,000 Qingtian Battalion, 4,000 Hutang dead soldiers, and about 1,000 beheaded soldiers who followed behind all knelt down in order.
The mountain wind stirs up sand and dust, making people's faces covered with mud.
"Yue Zu, my son-in-law respects you." He put his hand on the sword blade and when he took it back, drops of blood dripped into the wine bowl.
Xu Mu spilled half of the bowl and drank half of the bowl.
"Drink together."
The army of more than 10,000 people behind them followed suit and poured out half the bowl, then raised their heads and drank half the bowl.
"Brother Gu, Xu Mu respects you."
Holding the sword blade, the blood dripped into the wine bowl again.
Sprinkle another half of the bowl and drink half of the bowl.
At the last grave, Xu Mu's hands trembled slightly. It wasn't pain in his hands, but pain in his chest.
"Master Marquis, Xu Mu finally chose the second path. If he goes to Huangquan, Xu Mu will personally apologize."
Wiping the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, Xu Mu stood up and pulled out some more weeds on Yuan Tao's tomb.
He knew that Yuan Tao didn't like the palace cemetery, so he chose this place under the green hills, looking in the direction of Changyang City.
"As the Marquis thought, when spring comes, Beidi will take advantage of the civil strife and attack me at the border gate of Daji. Xu Mu has formed an army. Yuan An won't save them, and the court won't save them. I, Xu Mu, will save them."
"Just watch from the sky. I, Xu Mu, will kill ten or eight more Digou princes. If there is a chance, I will kill three more Guli kings."
Sitting down cross-legged, Xu Mu took a deep breath, then turned his head and looked at the army of more than 10,000 people behind him.
"Wei Xiaowu, tell Mr. Hou how old you are this year."
A young man wearing a linen robe walked steadily out of the queue and knelt down.
"My young master Wei Xiaowu, who is sixteen this year, will follow General Xu to the border to kill Di Gou! He will die if he dies, and he will be a good man again in eighteen years!"
"Okay!" Xu Mu's eyes turned red, and he filled up the wine in front of him and sprinkled it in front of the grave.
"Chen Baishan, tell Mr. Hou, is your knife embroidered?"
An old soldier was full of energy, marched steadily out of the queue, and knelt in front of the grave.
"I, Chen Baishan, am sixty-four, and can still chop a horse with one sword! I am willing to follow General Xu and fight again!"
"Zhang Feng!"
"General Xu said that one day, all the people in the world will have enough to eat. I'm used to being hungry and it's okay, but I can't see my wife, children, and neighbors starving. No one dares to go, so I'll go!"
"Ma Zhong!"
"Master Marquis, Ma Zhong is an eunuch who left the palace, but even if he is only half of the eunuch, I am still a fool who can pick up a knife and kill people!"
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"Okay!" Xu Mu gritted his teeth, tears rolling into the wine bowl.
He stood up.
Behind, more than ten thousand figures also stood up.
"Everywhere in this world is filled with gray! God has no mercy, and there is no fight in the court. I will go and rob it myself!"
"Drink together!"
A mouthful of strong wine rolled into his throat, and Xu Mu let out a comfortable burp. He raised his hand and threw the wine bowl to the ground angrily.
Pong.
Bang bang bang.
Tens of thousands of people also roared and smashed their wine bowls into pieces.
"Good boy, full of courage!"
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Sitting on the dragon chair, Yuan An raised his head and looked at the somewhat empty Jinluan Palace in front of him.
"Is that first-grade commoner still in Changyang City?"
Every time he heard Xu Mu's name, he would have some inexplicable palpitations.
"Your Majesty, he is still in Changyang City. There are many people who are willing to follow him."
"How many people?"
"There are already tens of thousands of people."
"We really want to rebel!" Yuan An looked angry, "Where is Marquis Dingnan? Let Marquis Dingnan go and suppress him!"
"Dingnan Hou is still resting..."
"Other Dingbian generals? Are there any who come to King Qin?"
"And, nothing."
"The king of Yanzhou, the king of Shuzhou, and the matter of Sui Gong, have you received any reply?"
"Except for the King of Liangzhou, the other two states, including Yuzhou, did not send half a piece of silk."
"They're all rubbish!"
Yuan An became increasingly irritable, grabbed the jade wine cup in front of him, and threw it forward.
Changyang City.
Xu Mu frowned and sat under the weeping willows of Waterside Academy. In the Xiaowang Lake in front of him, there were at least a dozen scholars who were kicked into the river by him, crying and wailing.
"Master, Chen Changqing is still staying in the palace to recover from his injuries. He has invited many famous doctors and I heard that he has cured the poison." Cao Hong stepped closer and said, "He has transferred all the 30,000-person Muyun Camp to the palace.
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"He is really afraid of the master."
"If this is the case, there is no way to kill him."
Keeping Chen Changqing around is undoubtedly a matter of endless trouble. The key is that this person is extremely cunning. If there is any trouble, he will immediately disappear again.
It's a pity that the assassin Bai Chu, with his painstaking blow, only blinded one eye. Moreover, it is not an option for him to stay in Changyang City with more than 10,000 people.
"In addition, Li Shuomo was killed and his body was dumped in front of Li's house."
"Venting anger?"
"It should be."
"Cao Hong, send two people to collect the body. He will be rewarded."
Cao Hong nodded, turned around and went to give instructions.
"The clear light in the sky will stay this evening——"
"Shut your mother's mouth." Xu Mu turned his head.
The two little scholars who were reading the poem were stunned for a moment and then hurriedly ran half a mile away.
After sighing in silence, Xu Mu slowly stood up, raised his head, and looked in the distance towards the north palace.
Not long ago, there was also a sad-looking man in white sitting under this weeping willow tree. Looking at the broken country and mountains, he coughed and covered his chest.
"Master Hou, I'm going to the border again."
Xu Mu closed his eyes deeply.
The best plan is to take ten thousand people to Shuzhou, plus eight thousand Tiger Talisman Army. After occupying Shuzhou step by step, use all the knowledge in your mind to accumulate food and cast weapons, sit back and watch the world, and then find
Time for a fight.
He is a judge, but he is not a judge.
But his blood, no matter where it is, should be hot, so hot that it burns his chest.
"Commander Yu, I'm going to get the armor tonight."
"Get the armor? Could it be that General Xu hid it?" Yu Wen walked over, his face suddenly startled.
"Changyang General Manager."
"Soldiers without armor or halberds cannot fight. We are not just a mob."
Yu Wen paused, and instantly understood what Xu Mu meant, and nodded steadily.
"Don't worry, General Xu, I'll get ready right away."
"Take the armor and go to the King of Yuzhou first."
"General Xu, if the chief commander wants to stop us, what should we do?"
"Raise your sword and kill anyone who doesn't retreat."
"Okay." Yu Wen's face was filled with pride.
Chen Changqing, that bastard, transferred 30,000 Muyun battalions to the palace to save their lives. Most of the remaining national salvation battalions would turn a blind eye due to their past friendship.
To put it simply, with Yuan An's courage and Chen Changqing's ambition, the small court nestled in Changyang City will only become more and more chaotic.