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Southwest King's main business.

"Where's the grain and grass?! So much thought has been wasted, and so many elite soldiers and generals have been thrown in, what about the grain and grass in the grain road in the West Corridor!"

The King of Southwest flattened the decorations on the table, scattered the documents all over the floor, and smashed the heads of several servants who were kneeling below.

The son held his breath and thought about it carefully, his eyes suddenly flashed with astonishment, "Father, the grain road in the west corridor has always been guarded by that old man Chen Cheng, even though we have attacked for so many years, so many times, we have never taken it down. However, the father decided that they must feel that they could not lose..."

The Southwest King held down his violently heaving chest, almost the moment the son spoke, he understood.

Counted.

They expected that Chen Xiuqi would not think that Chen Cheng would fall, so they tried their best to take his food and grass, but judging from the current situation...

Chen Xiuqi probably didn't intend to let Chen Cheng stick to that grain road at all.

And their original intention to cut off Chen Xiuqi's food and grass is just that Chen Xiuqi always likes expendable style of play, to tease the enemy, toy with the enemy, like a cat holding a mouse under its paw...

"He actually wanted a quick fight..."

The Southwest King sat down on the carved wooden red chair covered with a heavy blanket, staring blankly at the gorgeous bead curtain on the top.

The son hurriedly said: "Father! It's not the time to be discouraged yet. The battle ahead is still considerable, and there is still hope to fight hard!"

The Southwest King shook his head and closed his eyes, "It won't help, let's retreat, maybe there is still a chance."

The prince gritted his teeth, not understanding why the king of the Southwest turned into the dejected look before him when he heard that all the grain and grass in the grain road in the west corridor had been removed.

"Report—Master! It's not good, the front line is completely lost! Ningzhou can't hold it anymore!"

The prince suddenly looked back, his eyes were full of astonishment, he stood there in a daze, was shocked by this sudden news, combined with his father's actions just now, he thought carefully, and then slowly figured out what Chen Xiu said. Qi's intention...

The military and food resources in the Southwest were consumed in the early stage. The group of bandits who only defended but not attacked had to rely on their food and grass to survive. In order not to make enemies, they had already lost too much.

The West Corridor Grain Road, which was seized with all their strength, was first pretended to be hidden, and when they found the real granary, the grain and grass inside had long since disappeared.

On the front line, the two brothers Chen Ke and Chen Lu probably pretended to be defeated by their troops, making them mistakenly think that they were weak after running out of food and grass...

A good one wants to make it perish, first make it expand.

"Father... Anyway, we beat that fellow Chen Xiuqi until he died somewhere, but the boy shot that arrow into his chest with his own hands."

The Southwest King closed his eyes, his face was gray, he held his forehead, and sighed deeply, "That Chen Xiuqi seems to be two or three years younger than you."

The son didn't understand his father's sighs and exclamations. He simply thought of capturing the thief first and capturing the king. Why was his father not so happy when he captured the king?

After the Southwest King ordered the withdrawal of troops, Ningzhou, which had been noisy for many months, finally calmed down.

The people were displaced, starved and killed everywhere outside the city, and devastated inside the city. After the victory of the war, people whose families were broken up rarely showed joy.

Emperor Hongyuan allocated funds for disaster relief, and a series of funds were in place, giving Wei Antang, who was originally restrained, a chance to show his talents.

Relief supplies from all over the country also arrived, and a rescue station was temporarily set up in the city, where the homeless people gathered, drinking hot porridge, and feeling the joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe.

And Wei Antang didn't seem to be so happy. He was doing a job that matched his profession in the real world, and gradually managed a city that was fragmented and falling apart. But only Chen Ke and Chen Lu, the two brothers, knew that since After Wei Antang learned that Chen Xiuqi did not arrive as scheduled, he never showed a gentle expression to anyone.

While he was under tremendous pressure to deal with the post-war reconstruction incident, he had to devote great attention to sending people to find Chen Xiuqi's whereabouts.

The matter of Chen Xiuqi's disappearance was only known to him and the two brothers of the Chen family.

Then this hard-won peace will fall into the abyss again.

In the middle of the night, Wei Antang waved away the attendants beside him, leaned his head back on the chair exhaustedly, the candles in front of his eyes were very bright, much brighter than those in Liangdao in the West Corridor that day.

But he only felt very cold, as cold as if he had been thrown into an ice cellar.

It was so cold that he couldn't breathe.

Even when he was ten years old, when his parents both passed away, he never experienced such coldness.

Even when he knew that he was burdened with high debts, he was not so cold.

He couldn't help but ask Xiaojuan where Chen Xiuqi had gone, but the profile picture of the system customer service was always gray, and Wei Antang's heart sank to the bottom of the sea again and again.

He couldn't stand this kind of waiting that was suffocating him.

He seemed to have returned to the bloody memory, raised the butcher knife again, and killed one innocent person after another for his own purpose.

Wei Antang arched his body in pain, leaned on the desk, held his forehead with both hands, tears slid down his fingertips, and fell on the document one by one, the candle flame was about to scorch his hair, and he couldn't feel the slightest bit of tears. warm.

On the border of the Southwest fiefdom, the King of Southwest and his party galloped along the border at full speed.

The prince was dressed in black armor and galloped to the front. He didn't feel much about the defeat, it was just a loss.

Victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs, if you lose, you lose, but his father seems to have aged overnight.

This is not the first time the Southwest King has suffered a defeat, but it is the most convincing and powerless one he lost.

He originally thought that he had figured out Chen Xiuqi's tricks, he thought that he knew enough about this young general.

Unexpectedly, this person always has so many treacherous tactics waiting for him.

He thought he was going to win, he thought he could completely crush this person, but the defeat was like a mountain. What made him unacceptable was that he had never guessed correctly about Chen Xiuqi's intentions. It wasn't fighting on the battlefield, but he was unilaterally seen through by Chen Xiuqi, played by him, and fell into his trap step by step.

After the defeat, the King of Southwest locked himself in the room for a long time and thought a lot before he saw through the battle.

So, how did that young man gain insight into him so decisively on the ever-changing battlefield?

The Southwest King sighed for a moment, and then suddenly opened those suddenly old eyes.

The probe opened the bead curtain. He was too old to ride a horse. This battle should be the last in his life. "Is there anything wrong with this journey?"

The eldest son approached his father's carriage, and said loudly: "No, we are about to return to the fief."

The Southwest King had a bad premonition in his heart, and was about to speak to tell something, but suddenly a cold light flashed his eyes, and after he regained his composure, gusts of warm liquid splashed on his eyes.

The son who was still talking loudly suddenly became quiet. His mouth was still opening and closing, but he couldn't make a sound. Time seemed to be slowed down at this moment. He lowered his head blankly and saw the blood hands, and saw the blood on the father's face.

Another ray of cold light, accompanied by the sound of piercing the air with arrogant screams, swept through the dry and cold winter air, and stabbed straight at the head of the Southwest King.

The two arrows came too fast, and when the attendants beside him discovered that the two masters had already been hit by the arrows, Chen Xiuqi led a small group of people and killed them to the rear of the carriage.

After a scream of horses, Chen Xiuqi raised his knife, and the wind and snow hit his pale face. His eyes, which had not been able to sleep well for many days, were extremely red, and the ink color was picturesque, and when the snow was touched, it made people feel that this person was like a man. It's just like coming out of the painting.

The last thing the Southwest King saw before he died was Chen Xiuqi riding a black horse with a terrifying look on his face.

He suddenly didn't feel so regretful, at least before he died, he could still see this young general who used soldiers like a god.

Winners and losers can be regarded as convincing.

"The king and son of the Southwest are dead, and those who surrender will not be killed."

Most people chose to surrender, but Chen Xiuqi glanced at it, picked a person's head, and threw the blood on the tip of the knife into the snow with his backhand, and turned on his horse with a cold face, "Don't play tricks on me, Either live honestly, or I will send you on the road happily."

Chen Xiuqi lightly clamped the horse's belly, turned the horse's head, released the flying pigeon in his hand, and ordered the military camp closest to the Southwest fiefdom to take control of the Southwest Palace.

In the early years, in order to compete for the throne, the King of Southwest killed all the people close to him. Only one concubine was still alive in the five suits. Chen Xiuqi had inquired about this concubine. The road has finally come to an end.

Chen Xiuqi endured the discomfort caused by the high fever. The arrow hit by the prince of the Southwest hit him in the chest, and he was seriously injured. The pursuit of these days has consumed a lot of his energy, and it is really not easy to survive until now. .

In addition, he was still worried about Wei Antang in his heart. After many thoughts, his energy and physical strength had reached their limit. However, the carrier pigeon responsible for delivering the news to them missed the arrow when the Prince of the Southwest shot it, and jumped from his shoulder. The left chest was pierced by the arrow in his chest.

Contact has been broken since then.

Chen Xiuqi took a deep breath, and used the biting cold to calm the pain. If it wasn't for the carrier pigeon, the arrow shot by the Prince of the Southwest would have pierced straight through his heart.

Chen Xiuqi blinked, steamed the frozen eyelashes with his body temperature, and endured the dizziness caused by his dim vision. Now, the only belief supporting his body that has reached its limit is to return to Ningzhou and see Wei Antang.

Cold stars, long nights and no moon, Wei Antang was wearing a thin blanket and standing on the city wall. Naturally, the two young men, Chen Ke and Chen Lu, were worried and followed Wei Antang silently.

These days, the two of them have a clear understanding of Wei Antang's ability, and Chen Ke no longer blames Wei Antang for his general being ruined by Wei Antang.

"Brother, you said the general...will he come back properly?"

Chen Ke looked up at the sparse stars in the sky, guessing that the weather would be terrible again in the next few days.

"I don't know. I just heard from the surviving people in the main camp that the general was shot by the prince of the Southwest."

Neither Chen Ke nor Chen Lu told Wei Antang about this, but Wei Antang overheard a small guard saying that Chen Xiuqi might be injured when he was inspecting the public situation one day.

From then on, Wei Antang would come to the city wall every night. Originally, Chen Ke and Chen Lu were worried that he would be overwhelmed, so they followed each time.

Now they know that Wei Antang won't let go of his obsession if he hasn't seen Chen Xiuqi's body for a day.

Wei Antang stood motionless in the cold wind, his eyes were focused on the cold mountain in the distance, and it seemed that he was not focused at all. The two brothers of the Chen family were about to leave when Wei Antang suddenly spoke.

"Chen Lu, is there any news about the King of Southwest? According to this point in time, they should have returned to the fief."

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