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The discussion in the afternoon was very smooth. In the middle of the night, the army was silent and marched towards the Blackwater River.

All the way until the next evening, the army stopped and buried the stove to cook. Chang'an Hou and Jiang Hong's son Zhu Mingrui called him over. The two were released to the outskirts of the camp, and the guards were scattered around to guard. Chang'an Hou and Zhu Mingrui got off the horse and let go of the reins to let the horse eat grass at will. Chang'an Hou narrowed his eyes and looked around without looking at his son. He asked with a strong nostalgic voice, "Do you remember the Luling Yang family?"

Zhu Mingrui was stunned: "I remember, how can I not remember that the Yang family was the first one in this dynasty, much deeper than the current Ye family. It was the first family in the capital and the first in the army, but unfortunately it collapsed in the first battle." Zhu Mingrui looked regretful. The Yang family was the first in the real army. At that time, their Zhu family was nothing in front of the Yang family! Marshal Yang has been in charge of the border army for many years, and his family has been in the army. His daughter Empress Yang is firmly in control of the harem. Her grandson is the eldest son of the emperor. At the age of four or five, he established a prince. In those years... Alas, what happened later was really unexpected.

"You were still very young in that war. At that time, I was still learning from you, Weng Weng, and it was also like this sunset." The Marquis of Chang'an looked vicissitudes and fell into his memory: "Prince Shou was only 12 years old that year and led 3,000 people to seduce the enemy. Marshal Yang set an ambush not far ahead, thinking that he could completely annihilate Nuchi Khan in one fell swoop. He made a great contribution for the prince. Who knew that Nuchi Khan had known about Marshal Yang's ambush for a long time. Ready, he looked for several times of reinforcements, but it was General Yang who was ambushed. Marquis Chang'an sighed and looked at the distant twilight with complex and deep eyes. Zhu Mingrui was stunned. He didn't know how many times he had heard these, but he didn't understand why his father suddenly talked about these past years.

"At that time, I followed you to take the messenger to transport grain and grass and escaped the disaster..."

"It was Marshal Yang who didn't want you and Weng Weng to grab the war, so he sent Weng to transport grain and fodder." Zhu Mingrui hurriedly corrected his father's words. Marquis Chang'an ignored Zhu Mingrui's correction and followed his own words and then said, "I followed you. When I heard that Marshal Yang was ambushed and settled the grain and grass hurriedly arrived, you see, it was already a sea of blood all the way here. I have never seen so many dead people and so many The blood, the thick and bloody choked people can't breathe, and the horse's hoofs are soft.

"Didn't the officials arrive in time to annihilate Nuchi? That's all the blood of the Beiting people! Humph, from that battle to now, Beiting has not been able to recover for so many years. Zhu Mingrui's words were full of pride, but a little puzzled. When Changhou talked about this this time, the meaning in his words was completely different from the past.

"Yes, the officials arrived just right, almost killing all of General Yang's troops and killing almost powerless Beiting's troops. The center of the battle was over there, at the source of the Black River, in the middle was Nuchi's seduction army, and then the army led by General Yang. In the outermost circle, it was the people who died in the northern court. You Weng Weng stood there at that time. Li, I remember clearly," Chang'anhou's voice was flat, but there was a penetrating chill: "You Weng said: The prince's death is not far away, and the Zhu family can recognize the Lord." Zhu Mingrui shivered and then shuddered. He looked at his father with a frightened face. Marquis Chang'an reached out and gently patted his son on the shoulder and said softly, "Since the Prince Shou seduced the enemy alone, Marshal Yang and Nuchi stepped into the trap step by step. That year, King Shou was only twelve and did such a big thing. I am not only one I heard from you Weng Weng that the officials once said that among the princes, only King Shou is the most like him.

"Dad!" Zhu Mingrui listened more and more frightenedly: "Then we? Isn't it? What do you mean?

"Well," Hou Weizhang in Chang'an narrowed his eyes, looked peaceful and nodded slowly. More than ten years ago, the officials set up a bureau here, breaking the prince's strongest and largest arm. At the same time, he almost killed the youth of the northern court. He made full achievements in the first battle and achieved prestige. In this battle, the so-called Yang family army lost all, Yang The commander, four sons and two grandchildren died in battle, but the bones were not found. Empress Yang was strong-marcated, but in half a year, she said that she died of illness, but who knows what kind of illness is? The Luling Yang family, which has been up for hundreds of years, has been extinguished in the end. Today, this temptation and ambush are no different from those years! But I wish the family, we must not follow in the footsteps of the Yang family!

"Dad, it won't be like this!" Zhu Mingrui slowed down a little, kept shaking his head, and said in an extremely exaggerated affirmative tone, "I asked Jiang Hong, it won't be like this. Although Jiang Yan is a person with many hearts, he is by no means such a cruel person. King Shou is not an official, and he won't..."

"Rui'er, I taught you to be calm no matter what! Why are you impatient again?" Chang'an Hou's voice interrupted Zhu Mingrui's panic calmly: "You remember! No matter how bad things are, you have to face it! Calm down." Zhu Mingrui subconsciously stood with his feet side, squeezed out a silky sound from his tight throat, and could not say anything else for a moment.

"Alas!" Marquis Chang'an sighed gently and walked forward with his hands behind his back: "Dad is not as good as you Weng. In those years, you Weng could make a decision, but until now, Dad still can't understand it. The only thing he can understand is that there was only one wolf cub in those years, and now there are at least two." Marquis Chang'an raised two fingers and shook them gently. Zhu Mingrui looked at his father's raised fingers and listened to his father's extremely disrespectful words. He followed his father's eyes and looked at the soldiers all over the field. His eyes were tingling and he dared not look again. These soldiers he brought out with his own hands were about to be He was brought to death, and his death was unclear.

"Arui, you see, they are all good soldiers guarding the land, all good sons of the empire. They are damned and aboveboard. Where they die, they should not and cannot die in a conspiracy." As if he saw Zhu Mingrui's heart, Chang'an Hou raised his finger to the camp full of quiet and peaceful atmosphere, as if he was talking to his son, and as if he was talking to himself, "The Zhu family can't be the second Yang family!" Zhu Mingrui's eyes suddenly glowed. He couldn't help jumping forward, reached out and grabbed the sleeves of Marquis Chang'an. He looked at his father nervously and asked eagerly, "Dad, do you have any idea?"

"Well, tomorrow's discussion, you take 5,000 people to pick up the birthday king first." Marquis Chang's eyes passed Zhu Mingrui. Zhu Mingrui looked stagnated and looked straight at his father. Marquis Chang'an withdrew his eyes and looked at his son lovingly and said in a gentle voice, "The Zhu family is not the second Yang family. They are here." Marquis Chang'an waved one hand at the camp: "The roots of the Zhu family are there. The Zhu family, as well as you Weng Weng and your brother, but Shen After a few years of silence, Zhu family, still Zhu family.

"Yes!" Zhu Mingrui endured tears and answered with choking. Chang'anhou turned around, turned his hands behind his back, looked at his son gently with a smile and said, "Stupid boy, our Zhu's men want to be wrapped in horse leather. Listen, you have to kill at least 10,000 people for me!"

"Yes!" Zhu Mingrui stood up and was stunned. He looked at the Marquis of Chang'an and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, Dad, the Zhu family is a good son. Dad, you must take care of yourself!"

Marquis Chang'an raised his foot and walked back slowly in the direction of the camp and said with a relaxed smile, "Stupid boy, what they want is our heads. Slow down and wait for you and me over there." Zhu Mingrui staggered under his feet and looked at his father's back in a daze. Tears came out of his eyes. As Marquis Chang'an walked, he did not look back and ordered, "Don't forget to take Jiang Hong."

The next day, the sky had already dawned, and the camp was still calm. There was no intention of leaving. Jiang Hong was anxiously in the tent. If he could lure out Wang Dan according to the plan, counting the days, Shouwang and Wang Dan must meet on a narrow road in these two days. There were not many soldiers and horses led by Shouwang, and the army was only half a day in the evening... Jiang Hong was smart and shivered several times. No, he had to get to the place on time anyway! He can't follow the army like this. He has to see if he can persuade Zhu Mingrui to be a pioneer. If Zhu Mingrui is a pioneer and accompany him, even for his son, he can't watch them die without saving!

Jiang Hong grabbed the cloak and put it on casually. As soon as he bent down and got out of the tent, he saw a small colonel bowing his hand respectfully and smiled, "Deputy Commander, please invite Jiang to join the army to the Chinese army to discuss the account." Jiang Hong nodded, tied his belt, and asked as he walked, "When will you leave?" Did the deputy commander order it?

"The deputy commander asked me to rest for a long time and didn't tell me when to leave." The little school replied with a smile, Jiang Hong frowned, took a few more steps, and strode straight to the middle army tent of the Marquis of Chang'an.

The people in the account have almost arrived and waited for a few more breaths. When the people arrived, the horse of Chang'an Marquis sat proudly. He took a cup of tea before he said, "If this battle is a fierce battle, it must be a fierce battle. It is not far from the Black Water River, and it will meet the Wangdan army, the Beiting people, the big guys and the bastards of Beiting. After decades of engagement, they are helping savages who are more resistant than animals. We have really met them. If we are tired, we will suffer great losses. From today on, we should slow down the march, retain our physical strength, and prepare for war at any time!"

"Dad, you can't slow down!" Zhu Mingrui jumped out of his neck. Jiang Hong couldn't help holding the raised soles of his feet and kept inspecting between Zhu Mingrui and Chang'an Hou.

"The general does not lead many troops, and he has been running out for many days. If he bumps into Wang Dan head-on... Deputy commander, the people of the Northern Court can fight, and our Northern Army can also fight! Besides, fighting is to pay attention to the opportunity. If we grab Wang Dan and meet the commander-in-chief, we will seize the opportunity! Absolutely not..."

"Bun bastard!" Marquis Chang'an raised his eyebrows and slapped the table fiercely and scolded, "How can you and other children be arrogant and kill themselves in such a big event?"

"Dad! No matter what, it can't be slowed down!" Zhu Mingrui was abnormal and did not look at the Marquis of Chang'an. He only had a stubborn look on his neck. Jiang Hong stretched out half of his foot and slowly withdrew, and subconsciously stood back half a step. This was playing Zhou Yu beating Huang Gai. What does the father and son of Chang'an Hou want to do?