Chapter 548

When he said that Duke Cheng was coming, his voice stopped.

"And then?"

Cried the girl in an eager voice.

At noon in early winter, under the big tree at the entrance of zhangqingshan village, straw and withered grass are piled on the big Bluestone, which is a perennial habit for older people to sit on it and bask in the sun.

This is also the favorite place for the villagers to gather in winter. At this time, there are many people standing and squatting under the big tree, but sitting on the big Bluestone is not the old man in the village, but the shopkeeper of Deshengchang in Qingyuan Prefecture.

He told us about the siege of Xiongzhou a few days ago. When he came to this point, he took a small teapot and sucked it out of his throat.

Liu Er can't wait to hurry up.

"Then naturally, Duke Cheng defeated the five thousand gold thieves, solved the siege of Xiongzhou and saved the people." Miss Jun, sitting on a wooden pier, smiled.

The shopkeeper smiled and nodded.

"Yes, Cheng Guogong must be invincible." He said with a little pride, "we northerners all know."

He said this and looked around, hoping to get the approval of the villagers.

Lei Zhonglian's guards are all outsiders. They may not feel much about Cheng Guogong. Only the people living in Beidi know and appreciate it most.

But the scene was quiet. The villagers standing or squatting around looked calm and didn't seem to hear what he said.

Are the mountain people here too closed?

The shopkeeper was stunned.

But now it is wartime, and the days are different from before. The victory or defeat of Cheng Guogong is related to everyone's life and death.

He sighed softly.

"Fortunately, Duke Cheng arrived in time, otherwise the city of Xiongzhou would be over. You should know that more than half of the people in Xiongzhou are hiding in the city, and the gold thieves are crossing the border. It's all burned, killed and looted, and often kill villages and cities." He went on to say, "people's life and death is on the one hand, and more importantly, Xiongzhou's position is too critical."

He said and drew a few times on the ground with branches.

"Here is Baozhou, mozhou, Bazhou, and Xiongzhou..."

"This position is wrong."

A villager suddenly said and interrupted the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper was stunned. What's wrong?

A smile appeared in the corner of Miss Jun's mouth. With a slight cough, she pulled out a straw from the big Bluestone and pointed it at the position of Baozhou in the shopkeeper's painting.

"This is wrong. Baozhou is here." She said, making another circle on the ground.

Ah? Oh, here? He has been to Baozhou, but he knows that there is a difference between the road and the specific location of a place. Otherwise, why is the map so rare.

No matter how rare it is, the Fang family must have it. It's no surprise that Miss Jun has seen it.

But the villager

The shopkeeper was a little stunned.

"Xiongzhou's position is very important, but it's not easy for Duke Cheng to come and keep Xiongzhou this time?" Miss Jun asked suddenly.

This made the shopkeeper smart and put aside his ideas.

"Yes, yes." He hurriedly said and sighed, "Duke Cheng has come all the way. It's really a way to kill. There are ambushes in front and pursuits after them. How many people dissuade him from going to the rescue again. I'm most afraid that Duke Cheng, who is tired and running here, will be beaten by the golden thieves who occupy the state city."

Liu Er nodded repeatedly. Lei Zhonglian and other guards were also nervous and excited. Although they were guards and escorts, it was different from fighting on the battlefield.

Men, especially those who practice martial arts, always have a bloodthirsty nature of war.

"How did he kill it?" Miss Jun also asked curiously.

The legends of Cheng Guogong's war were all ten years ago. As a child, she didn't care much about those ancient stories, especially after meeting Cheng Guogong.

Sitting in his study, Cheng Guogong, who was wearing a royal blue fine cloth robe and whose face was not white and delicate, but was gentle and modest because of his shallow smile, was taller than the common civil servants in the court, but he was not the hero of Zhang Fei in the book.

He is like a scholar.

"Of course, Cheng Guogong is also a scholar." Her father answered her question, "to be a good general, you must have read a lot of books."

I didn't expect to hear Cheng Guogong's real war now. Of course, no one expected this kind of thing.

But the story of Cheng Guogong's war is indeed loved by everyone. The story of always finding a way to survive in despair is both encouragement and comfort.

The shopkeeper drank a few mouthfuls of tea again and had to speak after clearing his throat.

"The pony is coming."

A child suddenly shouted in the distance.

The horses Liu Er asked for have been delivered smoothly in the previous section, and there are several mares. The shopkeeper's consideration is that farmers always need to raise something. It's OK to raise cattle, pigs and horses.

The villagers were delighted with the arrival of the horses and looked upon them as treasures.

Hearing that the pony was about to get off, the people around the tree got up with a bang.

"So fast?"

"Isn't it tomorrow?"

"OK, is there any danger?"

"What are you afraid of? It's not that you haven't served the horse. There's an old six."

Everyone ran to the stable with a smile. In the twinkling of an eye, Miss Jun was the only one left under the big tree.

The shopkeeper looked stunned.

"But I want to talk about the war between the Duke of China and the golden thieves of the besieged city..." he murmured.

Isn't it as attractive as having a pony?

Several elderly people walked slowly. Hearing his murmur, they looked back.

"War is nothing more than those things." An old man said, "what's strange."

War is nothing more than that?

What's up?

Not unusual? It's like how many wars they've seen.

The shopkeeper stared and watched the group walk away.

These people may have really seen war. Miss Jun thought about the weapons they claimed to be officers and soldiers, the array they had, not to mention the armor array in master's records.

What exactly are they from? What's the past? Why do you live in seclusion here? Definitely not because of Zhao Hanqing's illness.

"Oh, leave them alone." Liu'er urged, "go on. How did Duke Cheng win these gold thieves? He's so powerful?"

As long as Miss Jun likes to listen, these people listen or don't listen. The shopkeeper cheered up again and spoke in cadence about how Cheng Guogong led his officers and soldiers to arrange troops and battle with the golden thief in the field. Although they fought all the way through the long-distance attack, they still went down the mountain as fast as a tiger, repelling the golden thief step by step, and finally fled in a hurry.

Liu Er, Lei Zhonglian and others listened attentively, and miss Jun seemed to see the scene of the battle. Duke Cheng sat in the round array. Although he did not kill the enemy himself, the soldiers, like his left and right hands, took back with his arrangement, smashing the enemy's armor and their courage one by one.

The setting sun was like blood. Miss Jun looked up at the sun hanging on the top of the mountain.

"It sounds easy and beautiful, but it's not easy." She said to herself.

The shopkeeper nodded and sighed.

"The war is getting tighter and tighter." He whispered and looked at the mountain village.

In the distance, the cow wagged its tail and slowly followed the shepherd boy back. The cooking smoke was curling up. There was a cheer in the village because a pony was born.

Compared with the outside, it's really a paradise.

With the advance of time, the war has become more and more encouraging. In many bustling northern prefectures, businesses have stopped, shops have been closed, village fields have been abandoned, people have turned to relatives and friends, and the rich have fled south with their families.

But after all, there are a few people who can run south. Many people are hard to leave their hometown and have no money to leave. Everyone is waiting for Duke Cheng to drive away the golden thieves. As in the past, the north is stable and prosperous again.

"I believe Cheng Guogong can do it."

Standing in the forest, Miss Jun said, releasing her bow and arrow.

With a buzzing sound, the simple feather arrow made by yourself landed steadily on the grass target.

Zhao Hanqing said that he didn't feel much about her. Like all the villagers here, he didn't care about the war outside. He pulled out the arrow and threw it back.

"Do it again." She said seriously.

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Thanks to the ice in the south for a dozen rewards of Heshi Bi, (づ￣ 3 ￣) づ╭ ~

Thank you.

It's Friday. Time flies like electricity. I'm disappointed.