Beacon quenching beauty

Poyang Lake, Kanglang Mountain.

The once sunny shadows connecting the lake to the vast expanse, and the boundless beauty of the Bei Que Jiao Palace facing each other have become the Shura battlefield!

The two most powerful troops in today's uprising army, Zhu Yuanzhang's department and Chen Youliang's department, are here for a decisive battle!

Although there are still emperors from the Yuan Dynasty in Dadu, the vitality of the Great Yuan Dynasty has been exhausted, and it will be a matter of time before they are wiped out. The most urgent task at this time is to determine the future ruler of the world, although they were both raised in the name of an uprising against the Yuan Dynasty. The team, but there can only be one person who can win the world in the end. In order to decide the future master of the world, hundreds of thousands of soldiers will fight to the death with blood on the battlefield!

Poyang Lake is full of warships, screaming and killing, artillery rumbles, bows and arrows are all over the sky, the lake has been stained red with blood, dozens of warships belonging to Chen Youliang are all burned, tens of thousands of soldiers are fighting desperately, the flames reflect the blood, and the eyes are scarlet...

"The outcome has been decided, Marshal Zhu has won! Qingshu, let's go." Looking at the hellish scene in the distance, Zhang Wuji suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and gently pulled Song Qingshu.

Even though Song Qingshu is used to watching the slaughter on the battlefield, he couldn't help but sigh when he saw such a tragic scene, "Let's go, I will send a letter to Zhao Guowang and Qi Tianbao who are stationed in Henan tomorrow, asking him to find a chance to submit to Tianzhu. Marshal, it's up to them whether it will be a blessing or a curse in the future."

"Ah."

"Wuji, what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that it's too cruel to burn the lives of tens of thousands of people like this. Is there such a chaos before the great rule?"

"That's right, even if you violated your original intentions and forced to stay and lead the Mingjiao Rebel Army, you will not be able to avoid these battles. You will not only fight against the court Yuan people, but also fight against your own people. You will win the king and lose the bandits. If you don't fight until you die, you will die Let it go. So what my father said makes sense. Is it so easy to be an emperor and general? What is at stake is not only your own wealth and life, but also your conscience, so you and I should let go and leave this matter to those who are willing to do it People do it."

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Western Regions, Guangmingding.

Yang Xiao smiled at Zhang Wuji, holding the Feige letter he had just received, "Master, Zhu Yuanzhang has already succeeded the emperor in Yingtian, and his year name is Hongwu, and the country name is Ming. It really is the name I taught as the country name."

Zhang Wuji took it over and took a look, "That's right, he hasn't forgotten his roots."

Remembering that he hadn't seen Song Qingshu all morning, he called someone over and asked, "Where did Qingshu go?"

The man didn't know, Yang Xiao said, "I seem to have seen Mr. Song leading a team out to hunt this morning."

"With the brigade, how many people?"

Yang Xiao smiled wryly, "There must be a thousand people."

Zhang Wuji couldn't help but smile wryly. Song Qingshu said at the beginning that he would bring his Song Brothers and a group of soldiers who were willing to go with him. Zhang Wuji didn't take it seriously at all, and agreed casually.

When he was leaving, he found that Song Qingshu was accompanied by a long convoy with countless boxes and cages. Zhang Wuji was startled, "Qingshu, what are you carrying? There are so many, it almost catches up with the army's food escort team."

"silver."

"what?"

Song Qingshu took it for granted, "I still have a lot of people with me, how can I support them without food?"

Only then did Zhang Wuji realize that he was accompanied by a large team of 5000 people.

After going up to the Bright Peak, the guests took the place, and the place prepared by the Mingjiao was not enough to live in, so they had to arrange for Song Gaishi and his people to temporarily camp at the foot of the mountain.

Song Qingshu raised such a group of people, and his ostentation in Guangmingding was almost the same as when he was a Song general in Henan. There were many followers when he came in and out, but he suffered from the giant wooden flag of Mingjiao, felling wood to build houses every day, and built a house for this group of people at the foot of the mountain. residence.

Every time Yang Xiao saw the chaotic scene at the foot of the mountain, he couldn't help comforting himself: Dowry, dowry, the leader brought back a man, so he brought more dowry.

Little did they know that the brothers of the Song family kept saying to themselves: I'm married, I'm married, my elder brother has such a good family status, and I still have to marry him to come to this remote place, it's really aggrieved.No way, let's follow the eldest brother, and we can only follow the Romans, so let's live here honestly.

Finish

The author has something to say: I have finished writing. Let me sum it up. The writing style of this article is relatively correct, not very entertaining, and the writing is very tiring. It should be a bit hard to watch. I bow to the MM who followed the article to the end. Everyone has worked hard up.

In this article, I mainly want to discuss how a character should develop according to his own nature after a catastrophe due to his own personality. In fact, it is still yy, just try to make yy reasonable.

It’s not that I didn’t think about letting Qingshu simply feel proud to the end, the ruler of the world, holding the country in his hand, and the golden house hiding the leader Zhang, that’s the real turnaround... But, let’s decide in the future, and see when I can convince myself to write an article Such a cool story like a fairy tale.

Also, everyone said that Zhang Jiaozhu's gold finger is too wide. I always like to abuse the little sufferer and treat the little Gong leniently. I will gradually correct this in the future.In fact, I really want to deny it: the golden finger on the leader's body is from the original work of the golden hero, not me! !