laughing soul

The eight counties in the south of the Yangtze River are still not bleak and cold in the cold winter, but they are still very beautiful.Occasionally, there is a bit of fluffy snow, which is quite like the remaining snow on the broken bridge, which is not like the cold pain in the bones like the northern part of Wisconsin.Chaffinches fly across rivers and rivers to spend the winter, and build nests on high branches. Against the backdrop of Aomei who bullies Frost and Snow, she looks extraordinarily lonely.

However, it obviously won't be able to enjoy its loneliness for long, only to hear a soft rustling sound coming from the side, and then, the red plum growing on the branch was pinched off and landed on a rough tree. On his big hand, the fragrance disappeared after just a few rubs, leaving only a few wisps of fragrant flower juice flowing down slowly, sticking to his hands.

But it was Shaman Chuanmu.

He leaned against the tree trunk and smashed the flowers with his hands like he was bored. His bony hands were covered with bulging veins and large and small wound scars. He ran over the veins of the flowers almost cruelly, and groaned at the guard holding a long knife He smiled and said, "People in the Central Plains like this kind of thing, does it look good to you?"

In the southern barbarian land, most of the peonies, roses, and plums, orchids, bamboos, and chrysanthemums that are specially used to appreciate color and food can’t survive. They live a simple and crude life, and they often call them deceptive pests when they encounter beauty. His heart has been hardened for a long time, and it will not be soft enough to appreciate Dongmei for a while.The guard stared at the bull's eyes as big as copper bells, looked carefully for a long time, and said disappointedly: "I don't see anything particularly beautiful about it. I think the overlord piranha planted by my family is more precious." Be more handsome."

Shaman Chuanmu raised his hand and laughed: "People in the Central Plains call this thing extremely beautiful and precious, isn't it strange!"

"The customs and the soil raise and educate people, presumably the idiots of the Central Plains who grew up in the environment are just some weak and weak people."

Shaman Chuanmu's insolent laughter suddenly stopped, he turned sideways to look at this person, and sneered coldly: "Do you think that Qiu Sheng and Han Jianhua are all weak and weak people? Last time he was enthroned for the first time, he was troubled by many affairs and was emotionally unstable. In addition, with the help of Latu and the support of the inner ghost, I was lucky enough to snatch the eight counties in the south of the Yangtze River from him. Besides, I have never taken advantage of the hands of Han Jiabing and Qiu Sheng. Idiot? What about you? Isn't it even worse than an idiot?"

The guard, who intended to flatter him, accidentally slapped the horse's leg, his face flushed from choking, and he quickly added: "The patriarch is wise and powerful, cooking Qiu Sheng this time is no problem."

"Favoring the weak, but being able to hold the heaviest sword and kill the most ferocious enemy, this is the scary thing about the Central Plains people... You can't tell whether they are black or white, good or evil, Qiu Sheng's interrogation methods Have you ever seen it?" He clearly asked a question, but he didn't give the guard a chance to answer, but continued, "It's not like a natural method...the way of torture for a single person and multiple people is even very different. People are also good at using psychological tactics, even if they are a stubborn donkey who refuses to eat hard, they will definitely feel what it is like to live rather than die under his hands. Look at his usual appearance, can you guess?"

This question was purely for rewarding points, the guard seized the time and shook his head sharply.

"It's true when it's fake, and it's also fake, and there's nothing to do. Qiu Sheng is this kind of person."

He seemed to want to take this opportunity to teach the fledgling guard a few lessons, but when he saw someone approaching from outside the tent, he realized that it was a military adviser, and quickly waved the little guard away.

"Patriarch." The military commander clasped his hands in a simple salute, and said in a low voice, "Your guess is indeed correct, Qiu Sheng Han Jianhua plans to attack tomorrow night, and even the commanders of the dead soldiers Fang Jiu and Lu Chong are called to support. This battle must not be small."

The shaman twirled the small silver ring between his fingers: "These two people and I are old enemies, and we know each other's tactics very well...Assemble the soldiers from all directions immediately and fight him against the night attack!"

The whole army of the four directions he said in his mouth was the gathering of the troops stationed in the eight counties in the south of the Yangtze River and the frontline army that was pulling the Nanda battalion and running around the south of the Yangtze River.It is expected that Qiu Sheng will launch the final attack through this night attack. The number of soldiers of the Nan Daying Camp who had wandered around the eight counties in the south of the Yangtze River will be greatly reduced, and more troops will be assigned to expand the night attack army camp. The military division observed The 50 soldiers and horses obtained is considered a conservative estimate. I'm afraid there are more trump cards hidden behind the scenes, which ordinary people can't see.

Shaman Chuanmu was quite astonished by the fact that he was caught and killed, but he had to go head-on and fight his way out. , that is, there is no chance for salted fish to turn around.

"Da Yue... Tell me, if you rest for two years first, can you swallow the northern land occupied by Deng Qi?" He already had a smug smile on his face, "Deng Qi, he's just a brat... how dare he try It's a good thing he really has the guts to split the world with me."

Military division: "According to my subordinates, there is no need to wait so long."

A nation has the characteristics of returning to its roots. People in the Central Plains talk in circles and love to play riddles. It is well known that the people of the Southern Barbarians can soar up to [-] miles with a little east wind. They both thought they were looking for a chicken feather plug You can suddenly turn into a phoenix.This is different from the fact that all the officials in the court of Dayue are flattering each other, but they really think so.

Shaman Chuanmu suddenly became interested: "Oh? What do you mean by that?"

"There is a saying in the Central Plains, 'One effort, then decline, and three exhaustion', since we are about to win the battle with Nan Daying, why not take advantage of the vigor to pursue the victory and kill Deng Qi under the horse? If there is The warriors of our clan will be proud of this achievement for the rest of their lives."

Everyone likes to listen to good words. The shaman tried his best to hold back the overly happy expression on his face, and said seriously: "You must not underestimate the enemy. The military commander still needs to think more about it."

The military adviser has been with him for several years, and he can catch every trace of this person's expression. He knows that this is a compliment, but he just bowed slightly: "The patriarch is far-sighted, and the subordinates are taught."

The two were caught in the joy of seeing through Qiu Sheng's night attack plan, but they forgot that their opponent was not still the arrogant young man back then, and the emperor for three or four years was not in vain.

The night before, after Qiu Sheng and Han Jianhua decided on a strategy, they went up the tree alone, enjoying the scenery while drinking, and vaguely saw that the enemy army seemed to be still moving in the middle of the night.

Rather than saying it was a change, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a riot.He squinted his eyes and pondered carefully for a long time, after all, he didn't see what the gang of southern barbarians were doing there in the middle of the night, so he didn't pay much attention at first, but after a while, he gradually noticed something was wrong.

Right now, the two sides are at the stage of tit-for-tat confrontation, with only a narrow stream in the middle glaring at each other.When the river was dry in the cold winter months, although it was not a big problem to cross the river directly, both sides still regarded the small bridge that was originally romantic and romantic as one of the important ways for the enemy to invade, and sent out troops one after another. heavily guarded.On the left and right sides of the bridge less than ten feet wide stood a hundred or so Tieshaqiu soldiers. It was indescribably ridiculous.

However, tonight, the Southern Barbarians, who had been pruning their troops on the other side of the bridge, received an order to retreat collectively and gave up a large empty space.After a while, it was replaced by a group of recruits. After they made a regular noise on the bridge deck, they fell into dead silence.

It seemed that it was just an ordinary change of troops, but Qiu Sheng put the wine bottle down and frowned.

During the war, the most taboo is to slacken the withdrawal of troops, and the second is to avoid changing troops in the middle of the battle. Why did they not withdraw and change troops in the past few months, even though the first group of troops was good, why did they have to change, why did it happen the night before the night attack?

Qiu Sheng had to consider the possibility of the plan being leaked.

He had stayed in Nan Daying for a long time, so he naturally had great trust in these brothers who had made life-and-death acquaintances, which undoubtedly made him less vigilant when facing the soldiers here.He had suffered enough from inside ghosts. Although this person is not a character who knows his mistakes and corrects them, now he finally thinks of suspecting insiders.

It has been several years since I have been in the South Camp, and there are almost no veterans in the fire army. Most of those people wrote a letter to beg for bones in the year when General Han passed away, and returned to Yuantian. The people who came in in recent years are all new faces.

By now, Qiu Sheng no longer dared to trust others, and the strange situation in front of him made him suspicious again. After tossing and turning in the tree for a long time, he still felt that this fact was strange, and finally returned to the account and hung up the armor, and went to the river bridge to check in person. Condition.

It was the elite troops of Qiu Sheng's fire army who were guarding the bridge with the tree trunk. Under such a situation where everything was in a hurry, the enemy's changes naturally fell into their eyes. The experienced veteran almost instantly thought of the same problem as Qiu Sheng.Although he thought of the special situation of the enemy's sudden change, in order to stabilize the morale of the army, he did not dare to speak out, for fear of disrupting the pace of the whole army at this time, so he had to plan to send soldiers to ask Qiu Sheng what he meant. He didn't send out, but Uncle Qiu came in person.

"What's going on right now?"

This man was a general brought out by Qiu Sheng himself in the past. He was just a centurion back then, but now he has become a senior figure in the Southern Camp. A small half of the soldiers and horses in the fire army have been trained by him. Is a trustworthy subordinate.

"The shaman changed the guards, and the original team retreated in less than two minutes, and the new recruits went into battle quietly. Old Zhao, who usually manages the rations of the camps, is a well-known ear. Today, after such a toss, he unexpectedly Still sleeping like a dead pig. If it wasn’t for the spirit of one of the three guards, watching them with clairvoyance, I’m afraid I wouldn’t have noticed it at all.” After a pause, he looked up at Qiu Seeing Sheng's expression, he saw the other party nodding in approval before continuing, "This subordinate is not talented, maybe it's just scaremongering, but at this time and this place, surreptitiously withdrawing troops and replacing people, Shaman Chuanmu's move may have deep intentions."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head and found Qiu Sheng staring at him intently, thinking that this man had something important to order, before he finished a big gift, he heard Qiu Sheng laughingly said in a rising voice: "Old Zhao is still asleep ?”

He was taken aback: "That's not true. An old hen in the barracks just now woke him up by snoring. This old man is very delicate. Once he wakes up in the middle of the night, he can't fall asleep again."

"Very good, let him serve me a bowl of noodles in clear soup. The old hen will break a few eggs into it today. It's like a monkey climbing a tree for a long time, but I'm exhausted."

"... "

As expected, this person has not changed his nature, he is still cheerful as before in the face of adversity.

Helpless and helpless, in the end he waved his hand and ordered someone to cook the noodles, then turned his head and asked, "Master Qiu?"

Qiu Sheng was obviously meditating before falling into hunger, silently thinking about what the shaman should do next, and would be too lazy to speak for a while, just nodded slightly at him, and then lowered his eyebrows again.

A military strategist's battle is like a chess game. You can't ignore the opponent who only cares about your own good chess, and you can't pay too much attention to disturbing the enemy's army so that we can act passively. The two need to be carefully distinguished. In the end, Take a balance point and sweep away thousands of troops, if one step is missed, it will be lost forever.

Shaman Chuanmu didn't plan to change troops. It was Nan Daying who made an unknown decision that made him change his original intention. If this is the case, then the other party must have known the plan of their night attack the next day.

Old Zhao was quick in his hands and feet. After Qiu Sheng bowed his head for a long time to straighten out his thoughts, there was already a bowl of steaming plain noodles in front of him, with a few traces of the meat of the unlucky hen that disturbed the cook's Qingmeng floating here and there, as expected. , this Lao Zhao, who was committed to scrambling tomato scrambled eggs for the entire military camp with one egg, did not give him poached eggs.

In fact, Qiu Sheng couldn't tell how hungry he was, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, so he stuffed his belly so that he could light up the lamp and stay up all night. The food was burning hot, and he got up and pressed the general's shoulder: "Calm down, don't act rashly, these barbarians are very smart."

The man is very speechless, dare you come here all the time just to eat a bowl of noodles?

However, the uncle is the uncle, even if Qiu Sheng has nothing to do at night and just comes here to have fun, he has to speak nicely and serve him in a low voice.

It was just after midnight at this time, except for the Fire Army troops guarding the bridge who were still awake, the rest of the soldiers of the South Camp were in a deep sleep. Fortunately, there was still a winding path between the Shuai Zhang and the chicken coop. Han Jianhua was not woken up by the old hen who had just ascended to heaven.

However, he was obviously not that lucky. When he turned over, even in his sleep, he still keenly felt the change in the air flow in the tent. Immediately afterwards, although he was extremely reluctant, the eyelids that kept fighting were still alive. Opened it, and drew the knife with the right hand in a stressful manner.

This was not the first time Qiu Sheng attacked at night, so he immediately cut off Han Jianhua's long knife with foresight, and watched helplessly as the commander-in-chief of the three armies, who was in a state of confusion, flapped his paws all over the sky to find the handle of the knife. Only then could he hold back his laughter, and casually took a white radish from the table and handed it to him, only to hear the sound of breaking wind, the man actually poked the long hairs with dirt on the radish into Qiu Sheng. nostrils.

Qiu Sheng: "..."

After hitting the target, Han Jianhua finally woke up. Qiu Sheng lowered his head and coughed lightly, slowly pulling the carrot out of his hand.

Han Jianhua was puzzled: "Why am I holding a carrot?"

Qiu Sheng: "...Probably because the food is not good recently, you are not too full."

Han Jianhua: "...Zizhan, your ability to open your eyes and tell nonsense is not as good as it used to be. With such a skill, it's as easy and straightforward as taking a sign and smearing it on your face, and writing 'mouth full of fart'."

Qiu Sheng was speechless, and said in his heart: Dare to pass on all my abilities to Ah Yu, but I didn't keep any of it.

"Uncle, I don't have time to tease you right now, talk about business," Qiu Sheng said seriously, "The guards on the small bridge that Shaman Chuanmu put on have changed. They have changed a group of soldiers. Not only do things secretly in the middle of the night, And those guys who are replaced are fully armed, and they can't even see his face."

"Well, what do you mean, they already know about our night raid tomorrow night?" Han Jianhua frowned, "So they secretly dispatched troops to strengthen their defenses?" Seeing Qiu Sheng nodded in agreement, he pressed his brows and continued, "Yes, everyone It's an old opponent, so I can't hide this little trick... How about it? Zizhan, instead of mobilizing the fire army to find another way to deal with it, you came here to talk to me instead?"

Qiu Sheng frowned and glanced at him, feeling a little confused for a moment.

"I would like to cancel this operation. Now that the shaman Chuanmu has noticed, the ambush will lose all the benefits of a surprise attack. How is it different from several face-to-face confrontations on weekdays? In my opinion, wait for a while, since the shaman It's all waiting for us to make a move first, so we'll give him an unexpected surprise and stay still, the hatchback will be quiet for a while, and we'll gather strength to find the right time to teach him."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Han Jianhua's brows froze together like two twists.This person almost blurted out a lot of questions when Qiu Sheng opened his mouth. After a long time, he finally waited until Qiu Sheng finished speaking. After thinking about it, he didn't want to ask the bottom line. He just gave Qiu Sheng a fresh and refined answer. He rolled his eyes: "Zizhan, don't you think that as the Ming emperor of Dai Viet, the commander of the Southern Day Camp Fire Army, and the ten thousand household lords of the dung soil, you are very abnormal recently?"

Qiu Sheng's mind was already in a mess. Hearing such a nonsensical question, he couldn't think about it at all, so he replied vaguely, "What's abnormal?"

Han Jianhua hit the nail on the head: "A lot of people are afraid of death if they are greedy for life."

Qiu Sheng was taken aback.

If it were in the past, let alone the night raids were known to the enemy in advance, it would be to attack the enemy's strengths with its own weaknesses, knowing that it would be sending death to hell, Qiu Sheng would also open his eyes wide, without hesitation The ground army flag pointed south and rushed to Hongmen.If you want to die, you can't die without nodding your head to the ground. This uncle will even feel that playing is not his life at all.

But after five or six years, now they are going round and round to calculate tactics, and finally they don't play with human life as a ball, but they are completely different.

"It's not that you are greedy for life and afraid of death." Qiu Sheng reached into his arms, gently touched the letter hidden in his sleeve, and thought about others when he saw things, but just touched the corner there, and then smiled unconsciously, "It's just I have hope in my heart, but I am reluctant to part with this world where there is still nostalgia."

Han Jianhua looked at him blankly for a while, and personally experienced the sour feeling of "forgetting brothers when you have a wife". It took a long time before he found his tongue and said the business: "You really think that if we don't move, Shaman Chuanmu will be honest. Are you really staying here? If he is really making a big fuss and making some battles, the night attack on the Southern Daying Camp is just an opportunity, and it will not hinder him. He should fight or fight. Rather than accepting it as a passive side, it is better to be preemptive, at least the initiative of the war The right is still with us."

The two discussed in low voices for a long time in front of the large sand table in the commander's tent, during which a soldier stationed in the river came to report that he had sensed that something was wrong with the other side's defenders, and they were clearly standing straighter than the flagpole, but they intermittently sent out something to attract people. The annoying movement is really annoying, and it is really inexplicable. There is an old lady who is a witch in this little soldier's family, so he completely believes that this is caused by the gods. He suspects that the shaman invited the jumping fairy as an assistant to come to report I didn't stop talking for a while, and the whole barracks panicked.

Qiu Sheng glanced sideways at Han Jianhua, took the knife and left: "I'll follow along."