Seeing Marshal Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong" turned into "catkins all over the sky", Li Quancheng was so angry that he almost foamed at the mouth and sprayed Long Wenhu's girl to death with one breath. Long Wenhu was also stunned. Of course, he was not scared.
He was stunned, but was shocked by the flying catkins all over the sky. He didn't expect that his gentle palm could have such power, making Marshal Yue's words shatter into pieces so well-proportioned. This was simply a stroke of genius!
Long Wenhu was still silently intoxicated by this effect, which was like a "palm from the gods", when he suddenly heard Dou Wen shouting: "Wenhu - you are too careless, how dare you destroy something that is dear to me, and why?"
If you don’t make amends to your lord immediately!”
Long Wenhu was startled, and looked up at Dou Wen, only to see Dou Wen winking at him. The eight brothers were always inseparable from weighing the weight and weighing the weight. They already had a tacit understanding and were full of passion.
Seeing Dou Wen wink at him anxiously, Long Wenhu's heart sank. Then he saw Li Quancheng, like a stallion in heat who had taken a kilogram of aphrodisiac, with his neck hunched and his face red, spraying from his nostrils.
He was breathing heavily, with a pair of bloody eyes staring like lanterns... Staring at himself, Long Wenhu, who was 1.9 meters tall, suddenly became more than ten centimeters shorter. He looked at Li Quancheng with an innocent face and pitiful eyes, hoping to use gentleness to attack.
Calm down his anger.
However, Long Wenhu underestimated his palm power, but overestimated his charm. Li Quancheng, who was already very angry, saw Long Wenhu still looking innocent, and looked at him with pitiful eyes.
Li Quancheng, himself, suddenly had the urge to spit in his face, and shouted angrily: "Kick this girl to death, my lord -!"
The screams continued for half an hour and then gradually weakened. Dou Wen rubbed his wrist and walked to Li Quancheng, whispering: "Sir... it's almost done... If we fight again, Wen Hu will lose two hundred and fifty
I'm afraid that many pounds of meat will be left here..."
"Hmph! Do you know how precious the handwriting of Marshal Yue is? Legend has it that the Marshal once wrote a set of art of war called "Wu Mu's Suicide Notes", and the map is hidden in the Marshal's ten handwritings.
The essence of Zhan Baisheng's art of war is extremely precious. Once you find Wu Mu's suicide note, why not be afraid to kill the Mongols!"
"There is such a secret, what can we do!" Dou Wen's face changed, he was surprised, and there was a look of self-blame on his brows. He originally wanted Li Quancheng to study the situation in Xiangyang quickly, and let Li Quancheng study the situation in Xiangyang quickly.
He decided how to defend Xiangyang City, but he did not expect that things would turn out this way. On the one hand, it was related to the safety of a city, and on the other hand, it was related to the safety of a country. Dou Wen could still distinguish clearly what was more important.
The rest of the people also stopped moving, craning their necks and listening secretly. Even Long Wenhu, who was "dying" and "breathing in less and breathing out more", simply held his breath and secretly listened to the conversation between the two.
Li Quancheng was a little excited, cursing himself for what he said. He actually subconsciously took Jin Daxia's "research" as his own. He couldn't help but glance at several captains secretly, and saw that in addition to being solemn in their eyes, there was no
There was no doubt, he breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately changed the strategic target, with a look of reverence and remembrance in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "What's more, Marshal Yue resisted foreigners throughout his life, and he is a role model for our generation. His handwriting inspires me."
The motivation to fight bravely against the enemy, but now the marshal’s handwriting has been destroyed in our hands, how can we face the marshal when we die on the battlefield in the future?”
The faces of several people darkened. Even a shameless person like Li Quancheng could feel the guilt in their hearts. Knowing that the beating was almost done, he changed his tone and sighed softly: "But this is not a big deal, after all, the deceased
It’s over, the heroes’ souls have dispersed, and we living people must inherit Marshal Yue’s legacy and drive the Mongolian army out of our Song Dynasty!”….
"Your Majesty... Marshal Yue is anti-gold..."
Dou Wen reminded carefully.
"Uh-then we have to drive the Jin soldiers out of our territory of the Song Dynasty!"
Li Quancheng continued to worry about the country and the people.
"Ahem... Sir... This Jin Kingdom... The Jin Kingdom has been destroyed..."
"...Of course I know, what I mean is the current legacy of Marshal Yue...Although the Marshal has died heroically, his heroic soul is with us!"
"Sir...don't you tell me that Marshal Yue is dead and his spirit has dispersed...why is he suddenly with us again?"
Long Wenhu is a bit naturally stupid, and the scar has healed and he has forgotten the pain. After hearing this, Li Zhan was furious: "Who the hell told you to stop? Keep beating me!"
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After a storm of physical exercise, the eight captains sat upright and did not dare to make a sound. The most honest among them was Long Wenhu. Although the height of this nine-foot man had not changed much at this time, he was obviously fatter.
After walking around for a while, all over his body, only one pair of eyes was still flexible.
Li Quancheng sat on the main seat, his right hand intentionally or unintentionally resting on a piece of broken agarwood, trembling slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Comrades... ahem... generals, as a soldier, we must have
Our faith, those who have faith will be invincible!"
Dou Wen asked at the right moment: "Sir, what faith should we have?"
Li Quancheng secretly praised, this Dou Wen is really on the road, this question is really beautiful!
"We can have many beliefs, such as Marshal Yue's legacy, the Marshal's relics, the Marshal's handwriting... anything worthy of our collection and learning left by patriots throughout the ages can become our faith!"
Several people fell into some kind of realization, thinking about Li Quancheng's philosophical words, but what Li Quancheng didn't expect was that among them, Long Wenhu, the natural idiot, was the first to open his eyes and said happily: "Sir, sir.
, If we want to have the faith of Marshal Yue, we must have the marshal's relics or handwritings. I know that Prime Minister Lu has a handwriting of Marshal Yue in his house. When the time comes, my subordinates will secretly take it out and accumulate our faith!"
Li Quancheng's eyes lit up. He didn't expect that Long Wenhu would understand the "philosophy" in his words so quickly. He didn't expect that Lu Xiufu would still have Yue Fei's handwriting in his home. This was a big discovery. Hahaha, I told "Lu
"Breasts" Who is following whom? Aren't theirs mine? Of course, mine is still mine, it can only be mine, it is absolutely mine! Hahahaha...
Li Quancheng secretly laughed wildly. After Long Wenhu's reminder, several others had an "epiphany" at the same time. Dou Wen said that Privy Councilor Wen Tianxiang also had a handwriting of Marshal Yue in his home, and Fan Qinghe said that Right Prime Minister Jia Sidao's home had a copy of the Eight Wise Kings.
Gao Lan revealed that there was a jade pillow used by Bao Zheng and Lord Bao hidden in the house of the governor of Liu Fu Town... For an entire hour, eight captains killed all the high-ranking officials in the Song Dynasty for the sake of their soldiers' faith.
The revelations about the collection in the noble family were made so many times that Li Quancheng's face glowed as if he had eaten a tiger's whip!