Reinvigorate Fugang

Although the situation in the northwest became more and more tense, Xie Muqing's curiosity about the vast desert and grasslands still couldn't be stopped. After a day of leisure, he led his horse, took Zhao Huaijin with him, and ran towards the vast grassland.

Xie Muqing expressed great dissatisfaction with the posture of the two of them on the horse. This is obviously his horse, so why should Zhao Huaijin embrace him? Why didn't he lead his own horse!After several protests to no avail, Xie Muqing rubbed his sore waist, forget it, let's do it this way, forgive him for not being able to play any tricks.

Zhao Huaijin felt itchy in his heart, he thought, but he didn't dare, his family Ah Qing had a thin skin, if he really did something to make him angry, he wouldn't kick him out of the room and let him Stay alone in an empty room?

Under the circumstance that one had an evil heart and the other was full of joy, the two of them rode slowly to the prairie in the northwest. Originally, it should be full of cattle and sheep grazing leisurely, but now it is. . . . . .

The prairie is full of devastation. Although the grass is lush and lush, the stench and buzzing flies, as well as the strangely screaming vultures circling in the air, all show what kind of tragic killing has passed here.

Xie Muqing stared forward, clutching his nose, and pushed aside the vigorously growing pastures. What appeared in front of him was a huge pothole, and the swarm of flies flew out of it, because it was full of rotting corpses. Feeling sick, I squatted down and took a closer look. The clothes on the corpses did not belong to soldiers of either side, but the corpses of innocent herdsmen on the grassland who refused to join the war, including the old and the weak, as well as women and children.

He closed his eyes to hide the anger and indignation in his eyes, "Let's go back." He tried his best to suppress his anger, and continued in a calm tone as much as possible: "Let's go back and gather some people to come here. good."

Zhao Huaijin opened his clenched fist with distress, kissed the wound in his hand, and responded gently. The anger in his heart was no less than that of Xie Muqing, but he was more restrained. But he knew clearly that these herdsmen, It was definitely not Kule's soldiers who did it, but that King Yi, who only knew how to be romantic, unrestrained and cruel, Basa did it.

The two returned to the barracks, called a group of people, brought equipment, and returned to the pit full of corpses again. They carefully moved the corpses, the more they looked at them, the more they couldn't bear it, and the anger in their hearts rose.They fought with the great general in the north and south. Although they were known as Jiahe's iron cavalry, they did not leave any armor anywhere, and they were often threatened by women and children who did not know the situation, but they also had basic principles. Killing the old and the weak, women and children, even if you understand the truth that weeds need to be uprooted, but everyone caught will be taken to the barracks and dealt with by the general.

Even if you can't give them a perfect environment, you can gradually eliminate their hatred and let go of past grievances.

However, they absolutely cannot accept this behavior of beheading women and children to show off their force, they despise this behavior.

A few hours later, a group of people stood in front of a pile of new graves and lowered their unyielding heads to pay homage to these innocent herdsmen who died.

The capital thousands of miles away.

Xie Runyu had just recovered from a serious illness, but he still had a somewhat weak posture. Walking in the imperial garden seemed to have turned into a fairy, but. . . . . .

"Brother Huang, is it windy?"

"Brother Huang, do you want to add another robe? Misu, hurry back to His Royal Highness Emperor Yexiao's eldest grandson to get a robe."

"..."

"Ah Jing, don't be so troublesome. I'm not someone who is seriously ill, so don't mobilize the crowd like this." Xie Runyu looked at Xie Runjing who was busy busy, very helpless. He didn't know what happened. Except for class time, Ah Jing would always go to his palace to take care of him, and even wrote his homework on a short table next to his bed, and forced him to take various supplements every day, God knows he feels like throwing up now seeing those things.

Xie Runjing shook her head like a rattle, "Sickness comes like a mountain, and goes away like a silk thread. Of course, you have to take good care of it, otherwise what will you do if the root cause of the disease falls..." Xie Runjing looked at him angrily, and untied her The robe was put on Xie Runyu's body: "This is the best white fox fur. Many of them were shot down by myself. You put it on well." meaning.

really. . . . . .

"Xie Runjing, I'm your brother!" Xie Runyu snapped open his hand, a little blush appeared on his pale face. "Where are all the rules taught by the Taifu!" Xie Runyu stared at Xie Runjing angrily.

Xie Runjing pouted, "Brother, you're not as tall as I am, and you haven't taken care of them well. Please show me more."

"..." The height is the eternal pain in his heart.

"Let's go, let's go see Grandpa Huang." Xie Runyu looked at Xie Runjing contemptuously, and knew that he was so tall, he wanted to call him brother.

Xie Runjing nodded, held Xie Runyu's hand, and led him forward slowly.

Xie Runyu: I don't know when I will be able to reach this speed. How long will it take for a quarter of an hour. . . . . .

"Your Highness, the Dayi people slashed at our Daying Gate, and there is a letter..." The guard handed the letter to Xie Muqing. "Your Highness, please be careful, in case there is a reader hidden in the letter..." the guard reminded cautiously.

Xie Muqing waved his hand, opened the envelope directly, glanced at it casually, laughed, and announced with a happy face: the war in the Northwest will end soon.

Under everyone's suspicious eyes, Xie Muqing unfolded the letter sent by Kule: "I hope I can help."

The general hurriedly asked: "Your Highness, what does he mean?" He thought for a while, and suddenly he was blessed: "Could it be that he wants to overthrow Basa and become king?" He looked suspiciously at Xie Muqing, "Probably not Didn't Kule say that he would swear allegiance to their king of Dayi to the death?"

Xie Muqing smiled slightly: "Kuler is not a fool. Gu told him over and over again that their battle is meaningless. He would doubt it if he heard too much, just like three people becoming a tiger. If you have doubts, you will not If they are scattered, he will check it himself. Moreover, Barcelona is not a proper person, and he cannot win the hearts of the people. He also doubts Keller, who holds a heavy soldier. The two suspect each other. "

He smiled and raised the letter paper: "Look, don't you need help?" He put down the paper in his hand and shouted to the outside: "Come on, let's fight!"

When two armies confront each other, there must be one side that wins. Xie Muqing rode his horse and straightened his whip to fight with Kule, and the two communicated with each other when they exchanged weapons.

"I have communicated with the chiefs of several tribes, and they are all dissatisfied with Barcelona." Kooler said, "They all wrote to me before, saying that they would unite to overthrow Barcelona and restore order."

"Very well, what do you need?"

"Bing, you are very skilled, can you assassinate Barcelona's soldiers?"

Xie Muqing smiled contemptuously: "There are many Binggu around who can assassinate Barcelona. If you want to do it, Gu would have done it a long time ago. It's your turn to speak here."

"..." Kule was silent for a while: "Then tell me, what should I do."

"It's right and proper to force him to abdicate. No one is willing to accept a king who is crooked and unable to stand up." Xie Muqing threw a small bottle over, "Barcelona must have someone around you, and you can do it with some medicine. .”

Taking advantage of the fact that no one else was paying attention, Kule quickly stuffed the small medicine bottle into his arms. "I will still give you the terms after the war in this way, you should think about it carefully."

Xie Mu gave him a clear look: "What do you mean we should think about it carefully, you are the loser, and you still write the terms, don't you want to be so happy?"

"You!" Ku Le slashed at Xie Muqing with his big knife: "Da Yi has almost been consumed by now, so don't go too far. I'm just dissatisfied with Barcelona, ​​not trying to sell Dayi to you!" Ku Le Le was puzzled, what was the meaning of Jiahe's prince, and what should he do if he opened his mouth like a lion. . . . . .

Xie Muqing resisted his strong attack and said, "Is Gu that kind of person?" Really, does he look like such a mean person? "You know the prairie in the southeast of the northwestern land. Gu He and his soldiers discovered a mass grave there yesterday, and buried no less than two hundred corpses with their own hands. Look at you, what did you do? What!"

"Impossible!" Kule's eyes were wide open, "Impossible, that's my home, how could it be..." How could it be possible, I obviously settled them well, fat and fat With abundant cattle and sheep, rich pastures, they should live a good life, how could it be possible, he must have made a mistake. . . . . .

"Your home?" Xie Muqing glanced at him suspiciously, and then snorted lightly: "Then you really should go and have a look, Guyuan is in the capital, and I have heard of its beauty, but when I saw it yesterday, it really Disappointed, the commander-in-chief probably hasn't gone back for a long time, and it's time to go back and take a good look. Those herdsmen, no matter how old or young, died horribly. They were chopped off dozens of times, even the children... . . ”

Xie Muqing went on to say what Kule could no longer hear. He only knew that his home had been destroyed, and the home he had lived in since he was a child had been destroyed. He knew that Barcelona must be dissatisfied with him, so he played hard Hands, as an example, but now. . . . . .

Basa, you killed my people, and I, Kule, have served you for so many years in vain. From today on, you and I will be sworn to death!

The author has something to say:

military training. . . . . .really tired

The author is too tired to speak, let the manuscript box come

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PS: Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone should have a holiday. . . . . .I envy those of you who have holidays. The author is a hard-working child who needs military training. Okay, without further words, I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!