Farmer of Shu Han

"General, these people outside are too close to the camp, should we warn them? Or drive them away?"

The captain on duty asked in a low voice.

"It's night at this time, and I can't see clearly what's going on outside. How can I make a noise at will to expose the arrangement in the camp?"

"Not to mention sending soldiers out of the camp, if something goes wrong, can you afford it?"

Zhu Ju took a cold look at the captain who had no winks:

"The best way to deal with it at this time is to stick to the camp, not to move rashly, and to respond to all changes with the same."

"As the order continues, everyone must not move lightly. No matter what happens outside, as long as they don't break into the camp, otherwise everyone must not reveal their location."

"promise."

"Keep your voice down!"

...

In this era, the soldiers who can take the initiative to launch night battles are the most elite troops that the commander can control.

Not to mention this era, even in later generations, the war on the Koryo Peninsula, representing the United Nations Army with the highest combat power on earth, was also devastated by the night battle.

After the war, one of the two parties suffered from the phobia of insufficient firepower, and the other suffered from the phobia of night battles. They will spend their lives trying to make up for their shortcomings in the next few decades.

So Zhu Ju's response now is indeed the most appropriate and reasonable.

As long as the other party is not targeting you, it is best not to go out easily when the situation outside is unknown, and just stick to the camp.

Anyway, Zhu Ju would never admit it, and he wanted to hear more secrets about Feng Du's family of nurses.

Since Nanxiang published his first chivalrous novel, chivalrous novels have become extremely popular in Han over the years.

It even greatly promoted the development of storytellers.

And the three novels that storytellers must memorize by heart are naturally the "Shooting the Condors" trilogy.

Zhu Ju has been in Han for so long, even if he has never read other chivalrous novels, he must have heard of these three books.

These three novels are about the affairs of the rivers and lakes, but they are closely related to the affairs of the princes and countries.

From the Battle of Handan to the struggle for hegemony between Chu and Han, there is a book that runs through it and plays a vital role in the final winner.

That is the mysterious "Wu'an Jun Art of War".

This book was written by Qin Wu'an Jun Bai Qi, Zhao Wu'an Jun Li Mu edited and annotated, and finally Huaiyin Marquis Han Xin obtained it and helped Emperor Han Gao win the world.

There are rumors that this book has now fallen into the hands of Feng Duhu.

There are ten schools of thought, Confucianism, Taoism, Yin and Yang, Fa, Ming, Mo, Zongheng, Za, Nong, and novels.

But there are only nine schools of thought, and the novelists were at the bottom, and their words were too absurd, so they were finally removed from the list in the later Han Dynasty and became nine schools of thought, which were divided into nine streams to distinguish them.

In the past, especially after arriving in the Han Dynasty, Zhu Ju had read and listened to the "Shooting the Condors" trilogy.

I feel that "his words are too absurd" is indeed the best evaluation of a novelist.

Moreover, the prefaces of those books also admit that what is said in the books is unofficial folk history, but it is just a smile from Bo Jun, which is not credible.

It's just that those people outside the camp have shaken his long-standing belief for the first time.

Zhu Ju, who was hiding in the night, was a figure who had led the army in battle after all, had seen many lives and deaths, and was quite determined.

Not to mention that he is well-equipped with both civil and military skills, and he is from an aristocratic family. He has read a lot, and he knows the truth that "it is better to have no books than to believe in books".

After the initial shock, his eyes began to flicker.

Is it true that the novelist was expelled because what he said was unreasonable and too absurd?

Or is it because the record is not liked by some people, so you want the world to think that what you say is too absurd and not credible?

Among them, what are the unknown secrets hidden?

...

Just when his thoughts were in a mess, those people outside the camp seemed to finally be unable to hold back and started to move their hands.

It's just that even if Zhu Ju was not too far away and the moonlight was good, it was night after all, and he didn't have a telescope, so naturally he couldn't see clearly.

I can only vaguely see those black shadows, not rushing up, but advancing and retreating in an orderly manner, taking turns to fight.

There was the sound of weapons clashing, and sometimes even sparks could be seen flying.

These black shadows seem to be quite organized, and they faintly form a small formation.

Seeing this, Zhu Ju's breathing became more rapid.

This can only show that the origins of these people are really extraordinary.

After a while, under the staggered shadows of people, there was a muffled hum among the shouts, and one person flew out.

And that woman in white, who was dancing lightly, advanced and retreated like a light bird soaring in the air, but she was under the siege of more than a dozen people, and she was safe and sound.

If it weren't for the shouting and fighting sounds that destroyed the artistic conception, Zhu Ju saw that the white and elegant figure under the moonlight would have the feeling of ethereal flying and exquisite, fairy walking, like Lingbo.

This is probably the demeanor of the disciples of the hidden world mountain sect, right?

Zhu Ju couldn't help but throb in his heart.

At this moment, there was another sound of hooves from a certain direction.

"General, someone is here again."

Without the reminder from the guards around him, Zhu Ju had already found out.

Because the person who came was shouting from afar:

"Don't tell that witch to run away!"

"Live to see people, die to see corpses!"

...

Probably seeing the reinforcements coming, the morale of these shadows was boosted:

"Witch girl, the shadow has arrived, let's see if you can still escape?"

The woman in white seemed to be a little afraid of the shadows in these people's mouths, but seeing the sword light around her suddenly flourish.

Then he didn't know what action to make, and suddenly jumped up from the ground, directly jumping over the heads of these black shadows!

Zhu Ju was taken aback by such actions that violated common sense: How did she do it?

Before he could figure it out, the woman just heard the tongue burst into spring thunder and shouted:

"Heavenly Immortal Soldiers! Lightning Attraction Technique!"

"Not good, go back!"

Someone in the shadow exclaimed.

But it was too late, but there was a flash of sparks, and then there was a thunderstorm on the ground!

This thunder not only caused those black shadows to scream, but even Zhu Ju who was not far away was so frightened that he subconsciously took a few steps back and almost fell to the ground.

Zhu Ju was still so frightened after being so far away, one could imagine how confused the people around the white-clothed woman and the horses that had been scattered nearby would be.

But hearing a crowd of people neighing, many black shadows fell to the ground, screaming, while their mounts fled in all directions.

There were two or three horses, I don't know if they were frightened, and they rushed towards the camp.

"General!"

"Don't panic, you can't rush over."

If it were someone else, Zhu Ju would have ordered to shoot arrows as a warning.

But these people seemed to be related to Feng Duhu, and the small number of people did not pose a threat to the camp, so Zhu Ju did not issue any further military orders.

Moreover, when setting up camp, the trainee battalion dug a trench outside the camp in strict accordance with military regulations.

Although it is neither deep nor wide, it is difficult for a horse to pull out if its front hoof accidentally gets stuck in it.

If you struggle too much, the two front legs may be broken.

Sure enough, the two unlucky horses wailed.

The one following behind was startled and turned back immediately, and ran to another place.

These things, speaking of long, are actually extremely short.

As early as the beginning of the chaos, the white-clothed woman jumped up and down, rushed to the startled horses, snatched one of them, turned on her back, and fled northward.

"Hurry up!"

"What about casualties?"

"Without horses, you can't catch up."

"You take care of the aftermath, we will chase after it."

The few shadows who finally rushed over gave an order and continued heading north.

The rest of the people were ordered, those who were not injured, supported the dead and wounded, and searched for horses to evacuate.

Except for the horses that these people rode over, the woman in white snatched one of them.

The rest were scattered by the sudden thunder, and it was not so easy to gather them together.

Not to mention at night, whether it can be folded back is still a problem.

The camp of the trainee camp was silent from the beginning to the end.

These black shadows seem to want to maintain this tacit understanding, or they don't want Zhu Ju to be misunderstood.

Anyway, when the outside of the camp became quiet again, no one came forward to take the two horses out—the ditch was the final boundary of the camp.

The unknown people want to drag the two horses away, unless they reveal their real identities, at least their real faces, and say hello to the camp.

Otherwise, if you drag the horse rashly and shoot arrows directly in the camp, even if Feng Duhu came in person, this matter is also within Zhu's control.

It seems that these shadows know this truth.

The life and death of two horses are unknown, it is not worth them to expose their identities.

"General, what shall we do now?"

In the past, Zhu Ju definitely didn't want to get involved with this kind of thing.

After all, this matter is obviously related to Feng Duhu's secret.

Now, they can be regarded as people under the roof of other people's houses, and if they can do less, they can do less.

But just from the few words of these people, the information revealed is too great, which shocked Zhu Ju greatly.

Not to mention that the girl in white's technique of attracting lightning with one hand is simply like the ability of ghosts and gods.

One has to wonder whether there are really immortals in Feng Duhu's sect.

Zhu Ju's heart was beating like thunder, and there seemed to be a voice next to his ear, constantly bewitching and hypnotizing:

"Go and have a look, go and have a look..."

In the era when legends of ghosts and gods prevail, no one can resist the temptation to get close to the gods.

Coupled with the damn curiosity of human beings, Zhu Ju couldn't hold back his heart beating faster and faster.

"Everyone must not move rashly, you guys, go over there and have a look."

Zhu ordered the most trusted personal guards and asked them to go to the place where the fight took place.

After receiving the report that there was nothing wrong with him, Zhu Ju left the camp.

There was a burning smell in the air, and it was unknown if the fairy in white had led the thunder down and burned something.

There is a shallow pit in the ground, which seems to have been struck by thunder.

Other than that, nothing else.

Unwillingly, Zhu Ju sent his personal guards to look around, but in the end he found nothing worth noting—except for the two unlucky horses whining in the ditch.

"General, what about the two horses?"

Zhu Ju's gaze swept away, his eyes suddenly widened, and then his pupils immediately shrank again. He hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Drag back to the camp first."

Now that he's out of the camp, then this matter will be involved.

If you want to get rid of it at this time, you need others to believe it.

After staying in the Han Kingdom for so long, and being with the cavalry almost every day, Zhu Ju has a fairly deep understanding of horses.

Of the two horses, one of them was obviously a horse that would only be ridden by someone with connections in the army.

There is no shortage of saddles, stirrups, and horseshoes, and they are all made of iron.

Even in the Han Dynasty, folk horses, these things were not fully popular.

Moreover, the folks used wooden stirrups and horseshoes instead of iron to install these things on horses.

Of course, it was not this horse that made Zhu Ju show the expression just now, but another one.

The other horse was quite handsome, but strangely, it only had a saddle, without stirrups and horseshoes.

Although he knew that it was impossible to find any clues from above, Zhu Ju still had the horse dragged back to the camp, and then inspected the horse himself.

The saddles and saddle cushions, even the bit, are all of the best quality, but that's it, nothing else has been found.

With a sigh, disappointed, he had no choice but to give up unwillingly.

"General, what to do with these things?"

"Put it away first, don't lose it."

If this matter is really related to Feng Duhu, then I'm afraid it won't be settled so easily.

"Here."

Apart from hearing some specious secrets, there is nothing else.

Instead, I got involved in right and wrong.

At this time, Zhu Ju felt a little regretful, and shouldn't have gone out out of greed.

After all, I and others still have to learn cavalry tactics in the Han Dynasty.

Who knows if Feng Duhu will...

Zhu Ju, who returned to the camp, sighed for a while, and was about to fall asleep, when suddenly there was another rush of footsteps outside, and at the same time, the voice of the guard came:

"General! There is something urgent!"

"What's the matter? Come in and talk."

Could it be that those people went and returned?

The chief guard opened the curtain, stepped in front of Zhu Ju in two steps, and lowered his voice:

"General, when we were packing up, we found something in the saddle!"

"What!"

Zhu Ju was shocked!

Really? !

"What about things?"

"Stuff was sewn into the leather of the saddle, and our men are still removing the stitches."

As soon as Zhu Ju heard this, he immediately got up, was about to take a step, but stopped again, and turned around:

"Who knows about this?"

The head of the personal guard has followed Zhu Ju for many years, and he knew what he meant when he heard the words:

"Don't worry, general, there are only five or six people who know about this matter, and they are all trustworthy."

Zhu Ju was overjoyed: "That's good, you quietly bring the things to me, don't disturb others."

"Here!"

"Also, after taking out the things, remember to sew the saddle back up and restore it to its original shape, so that no one will see the flaws."

"clear."

The things were delivered quickly, and they turned out to be two booklets, one thin and one thick, made of leather.

After waving his hand to let everyone back down, Zhu Ju took a deep breath and opened the thick one first.

But on the first page it says: Dian Kingdom Insect Valley.

Zhu Ju just turned two pages and was already deeply attracted.

The book not only records the hidden history of the ancient Dian Kingdom in the pre-Han Dynasty, but also records various strange things about the tomb of the King of Dian.

Big toads, big mosquitoes, dead drifts, dragon-scale demon armor, slaying techniques, corpse dissections, etc. Zhu Ju, a seasoned general like Zhu Ju, was terrified by seeing them, and couldn't help but pick the oil lamp to the brightest .

At the end of the book, the person who wrote the book did not get the phoenix gall in the end, and was seriously injured under the pursuit of the living corpses. With his last breath, he had to escape from the tomb of King Dian.

Finally, after recuperating for some time, he found that the wound he suffered in the tomb of the Dian king could not heal, so he and his fellow disciples had to go to sea from Jiaozhou, and planned to return to Xianshan Shimen in Shanghai to seek the medicine for the corpse poison.

Zhu Ju closed the book tremblingly, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his forehead, back and abdomen were already wet and dry, dry and wet.

In this book, there are ten twists and turns, which make people feel as if they are on the scene in person, and it really pulls people's souls.

After reading the contents of the book, the sky was already dim. Although he hadn't slept all night, Zhu Ju was very energetic.

If it is about what happened last night, Zhu Ju suspects that it has something to do with Feng Mingwen's family.

After reading this book, he was finally convinced that the woman in white must have come from the same school as Feng Mingwen.

Back then, Feng Mingwen caused the barbarians in Nanzhong to flow into rivers of blood. His plan was so poisonous that the enemy of life and death was not enough for words and deeds. It turned out that there was a reason for it.

No wonder this person spared no expense in spending money and food to let the Xinghan Society build plank roads in Nanzhong and control Nanzhong.

He has a different purpose!

Phoenix gallbladder, if you get it, you can live forever, Feng Mingwen is definitely for the Phoenix gallbladder!

In pursuit of longevity, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty sent people to the southwest repeatedly, also for the phoenix gall in the hands of the ancient king of Dian.

All this, the truth finally revealed.

Zhu Ju, who felt that he already knew the corner of the mist, was in a mess at this moment.

He was about to carefully hide the book when he suddenly found another booklet on the case table.

After reading the previous book, Zhu Ju wanted to know what great secrets were written in this booklet.

He hastily turned it over again, but saw that the first page read: Eight Desolation and Six Heights Only My Longevity Formula (Pillion Chapter).

A rush of Qi and blood rushed to Zhu Ju's forehead, almost causing his blood pressure to rise and his consciousness to blur.

This is... the art of cultivating immortals?

The world really has the art of cultivating immortals!

Feng Mingwen's teacher is so terrifying!