Chapter 772 We have to fight for the rest of our lives
Zhao Changhe originally thought that he would rush back to the capital in an extremely tense war atmosphere, but in the end he spent a good year with the women, practicing and exploring.
At first, I felt that I was too busy to take care of every woman’s company. But on the second or third day, I seemed to gradually start to return to my original nature.
Everyone has a lot to do, no one needs to pester him, and he does not need to go to anyone deliberately. For Chi Chi Wanzhuang and others, in fact, as long as he has that intention, he will be very happy. In fact, the feeling of "having him at home" is more meaningful than anything else, and he feels at ease and at ease.
Zhao Changhe spent most of the time in seclusion with Yue Hongling under the Ancestral Temple, and the two of them basically didn't speak much. Occasionally, they opened their eyes and saw each other, smiling slightly, and they felt indescribably peaceful.
Compared to Yue Hongling who remained motionless, Zhao Changhe often went out, mainly to accompany everyone to eat and to keep track of the progress of some things.
The first thing is the storage box.
Boxes can be molded and mass-produced, but the formations engraved on the boxes cannot be copied and must be hand-carved by monks one by one. Therefore, the boxes can be mass-produced quickly, but the finished storage boxes cannot be produced quickly.
On the fifth day of the first lunar month, the first batch of one hundred storage boxes was finally completed due to the overtime work of Yuan Xing and others.
These one hundred storage boxes are completely different from the low-end rings previously provided by Shaqi. The boxes are convenient for carving formations, and the resulting capacity is much larger than that of the low-end rings. Each box itself is only twice the size of a cigarette box, but the inside is the size of a small room. No matter how small a room is, it is still a room. What is the concept of the capacity of a hundred rooms?
Zhao Changhe also tried additionally to see if he could use one box to put other boxes into the matryoshka dolls. In the end, he found that it didn't work. It seemed that the spaces were mutually exclusive, so forget it. Anyway, although you can't make nesting dolls in space, you can pack them in the same space. It's no problem to pack up all the boxes and take them away together. In fact, it's only twenty cartons of cigarettes... at most, two or three packs.
This also means that as long as one person and one horse can replace the usual transportation capacity of a huge fleet.
In the past few days, Zhao Changhe has taught the Crane Control Technique to all military generals and demon-suppressing department officers who are qualified to use it at level 9 or above of Xuan Guan. Now a lot of people can "open the box". That day, Wu Weiyang, the Demon Suppressor, rode his horse straight to Taihang with the storage box, picked up the grain truck from northern Shanxi on the mountain road, and came back early the next morning.
Looking at the warehouse full of grain that was opened in an instant, the commander of the three armies, Zhuque, stared with phoenix eyes and was speechless for a long time.
Being played with like this by you, it seems that part of my war knowledge from elementary school can be burned.
The storage box is still being produced, and this is not the only shock to Commander Suzaku.
Although the cannon "God's Punishment" is much slower to make than building a box, it is not as slow as expected. In the middle of the first month, ten Divine Punishment Secrets were lined up in front of Suzaku.
Looking at the roaring artillery fire, Suzaku felt that he could burn some of the war knowledge he had learned.
In the latter half of the year, the weather in the North is getting warmer, the ice in the North Sea is melting and the snow is melting, and the grass is beginning to sprout.
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After the court meeting, Tang Wanzhuang, the new prime minister of the Han Dynasty, and Zhuque, the new general, walked side by side on the long street outside the palace.
Some people from the old capital looked at the two walking side by side from a distance, with expressions that reminded them of a long time ago.
That year in the capital, there were two little girls holding each other and rolling around against the wall.
Time has passed by, but the familiar red and white clothes are still there, but the delicate stamens have fully bloomed, like roses and begonias in full bloom, and every article of literature and military force has supported the beams of the empire.
Are they still fighting?
“Most of your disciples went to the Ancestral Temple to steal food, so you don’t care.” The prime minister was saying to the general.
“The Yue Hongling Pestle is over there, she can’t eat it.” Suzaku replied with a smile.
I won’t tell you that he actually stayed in the Queen Mother’s palace last night, hehe.
However, after so many days, I thought he would continue to think about having the Queen Mother and Emperor serve together, but in the end I found that his mind was not as full of these things as before. The company was very warm and comfortable. On the contrary, the stinky disciple didn't feel ashamed, so he came over at night under the pretext of "paying regards to the Queen Mother" and then never went back.
This kind of thing happens once every time. A few months ago, I was so embarrassed and angry when he pulled the master and apprentice to stack high in the imperial study room. As of yesterday, I didn't feel any mental fluctuations. I was feeling lazy. He said, "You're here, just stay here."
Then he pressed the apprentice's hand and played with him.
The teacher is kind and the disciple is filial.
But just because Xia Chichi was full last night, of course he wouldn’t go out to steal food again now. How could he be so hungry?
But then again, since he can teleport to the Queen Mother's palace, he will naturally teleport to the Tang Mansion outside the palace. Presumably the Tang family's hooves have been well fed in the past ten days. Look at the brightness at the corners of her eyebrows and eyes. She didn't know where the frown she used to frown had gone.
Vixen, as expected, was just to seduce men.
Of course this is the prime minister and the general on the street, so there is no room for quarrels. The two of them looked forward seriously, and Tang Wanzhuang was asking: "How well do you know everyone in the army?"
"I have a lot." Suzaku glanced at her sideways: "Now food, wages and money are all ready. However, there are still gaps in military supplies such as weapons, crossbows, tents, quilts, and even ropes and water bottles. I would like to trouble you, Prime Minister, to supervise me one more time."
"The gap is not big anymore. With the truth watching over you, you can rest assured."
Hearing what she claimed to be like, Zhuque didn't like it. He couldn't help but said: "It's not a big deal. What I want is a specific time. How can I be so perfunctory?"
Tang Wanzhuang did not argue with her, and still described the situation calmly: "Materials cannot be conjured, they need to be made. Nowadays, it is no different than in the past. The workshops in Langya Qinghe and other places can be transported very quickly. It is easy not to rely solely on the supply from Gyeonggi." It’s a lot, so I can guarantee this. However, I can’t remotely supervise the progress of the Langya Qinghe River. I can only rely on homing pigeons. It’s hard for me to answer this question about the specific time.”
Zhuque punched the cotton and looked at Tang Wanzhuang in surprise.
Although this woman's calm tone is standard, the premise is that the person making trouble cannot be her, Suzaku. Once she is looking for trouble, this woman's tone will change. Why is she so calm today...
"What are you looking at me for?" Tang Wanzhuang kept his eyes straight: "If you want to quarrel, go to another place. It's on the street."
Suzaku: “Where to change?”
Tang Wanzhuang: "?"
"Forget it." Zhuque said: "I really came to you to ask about the situation, not to quarrel with you. Now that spring is blooming, Sanniang also said that Timur has sent envoys to extensively connect with various ministries in the northwest Gobi, and the situation is about to break out. . I originally planned to mention it in today's meeting. Now that the troops have been trained, we just need to wait for the military supplies to be ready for the Northern Expedition. However, I mentioned it as if I was humiliating you in public. It doesn't look good if you misunderstand it, so I talked about it privately. "
She paused and added: "We can't passively wait for Timur to go south and then launch some defensive counterattack. We have to take the initiative. The Immortal God is most likely to be at the peak of the second level of Yujing. Once he is restored, it will not be a disaster. Killing those people is comparable."
Tang Wanzhuang asked: "How is the second level of peak specific?"
"We know how strong Zun is during the battle in Chang'an. He injured Hong Ling even when five people were besieging him. It's not a joke. There's another key point. I don't know who it was from Jiuyou or Changhe in that battle..." Suzaku paused. After a while, he continued: "In short, the space of Louguantai was isolated at that time, so the aftermath of our battle did not spill out, otherwise Chang'an would be in ruins."
Tang Wanzhuang said: "What you mean is that once the Immortal God revives and goes south, not mentioning the danger of Yanmen is just a lie. Just considering that the battlefield is on us, the Han Dynasty will not be able to bear the spilled casualties."
"Yes, the battlefield must be with them so that we can have free rein. It doesn't matter how many people are accidentally injured."
Tang Wanzhuang frowned tightly.
Zhuque asked curiously: "What?"
"Originally, we were in a situation where we could advance, attack, retreat and defend, but now that I heard what you said, it has become a situation where we have to go all-in and go north... If Timur knows our mentality, he can calmly lay down a dragnet... Such a war will be very disadvantageous. "
Suzaku looked at her sideways: "You and your man only know how to be at odds with each other, but you don't know how to ask some practical questions?"
Tang Wanzhuang quickly glanced to the left and right and saw the pedestrians in the distance. She muttered in a low voice: "Who asked this and that during that incident! What do you want to say?"
"What do you think the purpose of his recent hard work in observing the world is to train his ability to observe the surroundings from a wide range of perspectives, as well as his ability to be distracted and multi-purpose to process multiple aspects of information at the same time. When the time comes, he will go on an expedition with me, All the changes around him are clear to his heart, so how can he slip into any dragnet so easily." Suzaku said with disdain: "Your man is all about the Northern Expedition, and there are many of them. Naturally, some weaklings who want to be empowered by men to break the imperial guard cannot understand."
Tang Wanzhuang finally suppressed the red glow on her face and said angrily: "Can he always stay with you? Are you capable enough?"
"Everyone is training towards the second level of the Realm of Control. I got his reminder, and of course I have some enlightenment. The element of fire is everywhere, and what I see is beyond your knowledge. Take a good look at it and learn from it."
Tang Wanzhuang stopped and gritted her teeth: "The general has arrived at the door. Would you like to come in and have a drink? You and I can continue discussing current affairs."
The implication is that we have changed places. Let’s go and come with me to tear them apart. How could Zhuque be afraid of her? He raised his head proudly, held out his chest and followed her.
When they arrived at Tang Wanzhuang's own courtyard, both of them were stunned for a moment.
From the courtyard, you can see Zhao Changhe sitting by the window of the house writing something. He is standing beside him holding a piano and grinding ink and pouring tea for him. From time to time, his eyes fall on the side of his uncle's face, full of gentleness and tenderness.
Tang Wanzhuang curled her lips. This maid is useless. She is happier serving her uncle, polishing ink and adding fragrance, than serving her own young lady. The gentleness in her brows and corners of her eyes is really... as if she is seeing herself.
At any rate, the scene is about writing. Although it looks a bit jealous, it is not irritating. Zhuque forgot about the quarrel with Tang Wanzhuang, went into the room with his hands behind his back, and looked around: "What are you writing?"
Zhao Changhe kept writing letters and replied: "The most obvious flaw of using the sky to descend is that you can't enter the secret realm. I originally intended to communicate with Sisi about some things, but it turned out that Sisi has been in the secret realm of the Spirit Clan these days. Not in Dali. I searched several times but couldn't find anyone, so I could only talk to the Ling tribe people in Dali for a few words, but I felt uneasy, so I simply added another letter."
“What’s so important?”
"According to the performance of Li Shentong, it is no longer meaningful for us to let the Miao soldiers suppress Bashu. We can just stay on guard against others. The remaining elites should go eastward to western Hunan. That's where Yin Kui should have come from. I wonder if there is any tail left behind when it rises.”
“What are you guarding against...Jiuyou?”
"Yes. The biggest difference between Jiuyou and the demon gods under its system and conventional war is that they themselves will cause death and chaos, rather than a struggle of forces. Therefore, they will kill and destroy unscrupulously, which cannot be explained by common sense. In addition, they will kill and destroy without restraint. With the help of beast control, Sisi can reach or even surpass our current level. For example, she can observe the earth with a flying eagle. I asked her to send a few reliable beast control masters over, which may be able to make up for our shortcomings. Well, say There may be additional benefits…”
“What’s the benefit?”
"The Hu people also often use eagle eyes to observe what's going on in the distance, right? But their falcon training is not on the same level as the spirit beast control. I think we can let the beast master's eagle control the airspace, and let the Hu people's eagles control the airspace." Kill them. Our Soul Peeping will probably have to compete with Timur Bo'er's at that time, rendering everyone useless. In the end, we will have to return to our original nature and rely on conventional methods. If we can really control the volley, our advantage will come."
The two women looked at him blankly.
In fact, both of them had thought about these things, but of course they didn't think about it on Sisi Yushou's side. They all thought it was a matter of how to fight for it on the battlefield. As a result, he called for foreign aid from thousands of miles away and solved it in the simplest way, as if everyone had been fighting since childhood. You can also burn the last remaining part of the military book you read.
Just as Suzaku said earlier, everyone controls this and that, and it seems that he only needs to control "us who control those".
The war has not started yet, all efforts are done outside the battlefield.
Zhao Changhe finished writing the letter, folded it and handed it to Baoqin: "Ask the Demon Suppressor to send it to King Dali urgently."
Baoqin took the letter and glanced at Suzaku.
Suzaku made a move to touch his acupoints, then ran away with Qin and the letter in his arms: "With all your talk, I don't mind bullying you. You old women are the same level of opponents... Oops~"
Before he could even finish his words, the young lady picked him up by the collar, rolled him up into a ball, and threw him out of the courtyard wall.
Humiliated by his own lady, Baoqin didn’t even realize how high his rank was now. She was the only virgin who could be seen around him. It was so delicious that no one was willing to eat it too quickly.
Zhao Changhe really didn’t know whether to laugh or cry: "Why are you bullying Baoqin... By the way, why did you two come together when the sun is rising in the west?"
Neither of them was embarrassed to say that they came here to quarrel or fight in a deserted place. Tang Wanzhuang coughed twice and said: "It's nothing. The general is impeaching the Prime Minister for delaying the supply of military supplies. The Prime Minister should have a drink and chat with the General. Talk."
Suzaku glared and said, "When did I impeach you? I still gave you face in the court!"
"Okay, okay." Zhao Changhe reached out and hugged Tang Wanzhuang, who was about to retort: "Since we are serving wine, can I drink?"
Tang Wanzhuang was caught off guard and was hugged by Zhuque in front of him. She felt very ashamed and struggled: "Let go, what are you talking about! Hold the piano, hold the piano, hurry up and get some wine..."
Before he finished speaking, he remembered that he had thrown the piano out. Tang Wanzhuang's voice was stuck in her throat, and she was so embarrassed and angry.
Zhuque was so amused by this scene that he was full of fighting spirit: "Shout again, I would like to see it."
Tang Wanzhuang closed her mouth and stared angrily.
Suzaku's eyes were filled with laughter: "Why are you just holding it? You can touch it and look at it."
How could Zhao Changhe mess with Tang Wanzhuang in front of her? He would have to sleep on the floor from now on. Hearing this, he stretched out his other hand and took Zhuque into his arms.
"?" Suzaku struggled: "What are you talking about if you let go!"
Tang Wanzhuang, who was originally embarrassed and angry, became happy when she heard these words that were exactly the same as her own reaction: "Shout again, I will love to see you."
Suzaku: “…”
The atmosphere was quiet for a moment, and both of them stopped talking, looking at each other like cockfighting cocks.
In fact, Zhao Changhe just wanted to break up the fight and had no other thoughts. Seeing that it was quiet, he smiled: "Okay, let's eat together? A prime minister and a general are as noisy as a little girl... you two..."
Tang Wanzhuang bit her lower lip and suddenly remembered the promise she had made for a long time.
At that time, he was riding alone and going out to war under the watchful eyes of gods and demons. He was extremely worried, so he could only encourage him and said that if he could come back safely, he would fight with the Lord Suzaku in bed for him to watch. It is nothing more than hoping that he can protect himself and not go to fight with others easily when his brain gets hot. Think about the fact that there are people waiting for you in the capital who have what you want.
Times have passed, and the impulse at that time has passed. That shameful promise has been put off and he doesn't want to fulfill it, but he is about to go off to war again.
The time for the Northern Expedition was not set in advance for fear of spies. Now that everything is ready, you can go on the expedition at any time. Judging from today's discussion, it may be possible to set off tomorrow.
This is a battle for national destiny, involving not only the Hu people, but also Guanlong and Kunlun... The most powerful demon **** Jiuyou is watching. Even if Zhao Changhe made all possible preparations before the war, including establishing Miao territory, Anba Shu, chaos in Guanzhong, transportation improvements, and artillery, no one dares to say how likely it is to win this battle. They can only say that they will make every effort. .
Then why not fulfill his long-cherished wish before setting off? He must have thought about it for a long time... to avoid becoming an untrustworthy person.
Tang Wanzhuang heard her own voice, as if she was talking in her sleep: "What are you going to eat? You eat her, I'll help you."
“Eh?” Zhao Changhe’s eyes widened.
Zhuque almost jumped up: "Tang, you..."
"You don't want it? Then just watch from the side." Tang Wanzhuang smiled slightly, stood up on her toes and kissed Zhao Changhe on the lips: "Kiss me."
Zhao Changhe was not a man of faith. No matter how he had not planned it in advance, he would only refuse if he was out of his mind. He immediately kissed her smoothly.
Suzaku stared at the man and his old enemy kissing each other in front of him, his hair almost standing on end like a flame: "You guys..."
In fact, Tang Wanzhuang is much more ashamed than she is... We all have different ideologies. Once a demonic witch like Zhuque is let go and spends time with Sanniang and Chichi, there won't be much conflict, but she, Tang Wanzhuang, has really been since It was the first time since I followed Zhao Changhe that I was with someone else, and I didn't even participate in holding Qin.
Seeing that Tang Wanzhuang took the initiative to provoke him, but ended up tensing up and closing his eyes so hard that he didn't dare to open them, Suzaku was obviously annoyed, but he suddenly became happy when he saw it: "Is that you? Okay, okay, good-looking …Would you like me to help you make it look better?”
As he spoke, he reached out his hand and gently pulled Tang Wanzhuang's belt.
The sachet was secretly untied, the ribbon was lightly divided, and the perfect white jade appeared in the house. Suzaku chuckled and was about to run away: "You continue, I will look outside..."
Before he finished speaking, Tang Wanzhuang, who seemed to be so tense that he didn't know what he was doing, suddenly stretched out his fingers, and his perfect blue ripples grasping hand brushed against the vital point on Suzaku's waist. Suzaku was stunned for a moment, and then he was carried behind the curtain by Zhao Changhe who was tacitly understanding.
The curtain closed, and the final scene showed Tang Wanzhuang holding Suzaku's hand.
“I have said that the fight between you and me will last a lifetime…”
I recommend a book called "Abnormal Signs" in which all kinds of imaginary containment objects fly around. If you are interested, you can check it out.
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(End of this chapter)