Jun Jiuling

When it was said that Cheng Guogong had come, the voice stopped.

"Then what?"

A girl's voice shouted eagerly.

At noon in early winter, under the big tree at the entrance of Zhangqingshan Village, straw and hay are piled on the big bluestone. This is a perennial habit for the elderly 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 the person sitting on the big blue stone is not the old man of the village, but the shopkeeper of Deshengchang of Qingyuan Prefecture.

What he was telling everyone was the siege of Xiongzhou that happened a few days ago. He talked up to this point in one breath. He took a small teapot and took a sip to moisten his throat.

Liu'er couldn't wait to urge her up.

"Then it was naturally Duke Cheng who repelled the five thousand gold thieves, broke the siege of Xiongzhou, and saved the people." Miss Jun, who was sitting on a wooden pier beside her, laughed.

The shopkeeper nodded with a smile.

"Yes, Duke Cheng must be invincible." He said with some pride, "We all know it."

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

The guards like Lei Zhonglian are all outsiders, and they may not have a deep feeling for Cheng Guogong. Only the people living in the Northland know and appreciate it the most.

But the scene was quiet, and the villagers standing or squatting around looked calm, as if they didn't hear what he said.

Are the mountain people here too closed?

The shopkeeper was stunned.

But now it is war time, life is different from before, Cheng Guogong's victory or defeat is related to everyone's life and death.

He sighed softly.

"Fortunately, Cheng Guogong arrived in time, otherwise Xiongzhou City would be over. You must know that more than half of the people in Xiongzhou are hiding in the city, and the gold thieves crossing the border, they burned, killed, looted, and slaughtered villages and cities at every turn. He went on to say, "The life and death of the people is one aspect, and more importantly, the location of Xiongzhou is too critical."

As he spoke, he drew a few times on the ground with a branch.

"Baozhou, Mozhou, Bazhou, and Xiongzhou are here..."

"This is the wrong place."

A villager said suddenly, interrupting the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper was stunned, what's wrong?

A smile appeared on the corner of Miss Jun's mouth. She coughed lightly, took out a straw from the big bluestone and tapped it on the location of Baozhou in the shopkeeper's painting.

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

ah? oh here? He has been to Baozhou, but there is still a difference between knowing the road and drawing the exact location of a place, otherwise why is the map so rare.

No matter how rare it is, the Fang family must have one. It wouldn't be surprising for Miss Jun to see it.

But that villager...

The shopkeeper was a little startled.

"The location of Xiongzhou is very important, but it's not easy for Cheng Guogong to rush over to keep Xiongzhou this time, right?" Miss Jun asked suddenly.

These words made the shopkeeper be smart, and put aside the thoughts that came up.

"Yes, yes." He said hastily, and sighed again, "Mr. Cheng came all the way, it is really a way to fight, there are ambushes in the front, there are pursuits in the back, how many people discourage you from going to the rescue, most afraid of going there Afterwards, Xiongzhou has already fallen, not to mention the useless achievements, Cheng Guogong, who ran here exhausted, is about to be severely attacked by the gold thieves who occupy the state city."

Liu Er nodded again and again, Lei Zhonglian and other guards were also nervous and excited. Although they were guards and bodyguards, they were different from fighting on the battlefield.

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

"How did he get here?" Miss Jun asked curiously.

The legend of Cheng Guogong's battles happened ten years ago. As a child, she didn't pay much attention to those old stories, especially after meeting Cheng Guogong.

Sitting in the study, wearing a sapphire blue muslin robe, Cheng Guogong, whose face was not fair and delicate, but gentle and modest because of his shallow smile, was taller than the common civil servants in the court, but also He is not the heroic hero like Zhang Fei as mentioned in the book.

He is like a scholar.

"Cheng Guogong is of course 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 battle now with my own ears. Of course, no one expected this kind of thing.

But the story of Cheng Guogong's war is indeed everyone's favorite. The story that there is always a way out of despair is both inspirational and comforting.

The shopkeeper took a few sips of tea again, cleared his throat and was about to speak.

"The pony is about to give birth."

A child suddenly shouted in the distance.

The horse that Liu Er wanted had been successfully delivered a while ago, and there were still a few mares. What the shopkeeper thought was that farmers always need to raise something. It is also possible to raise cattle, pigs, and horses.

The villagers were overjoyed at the arrival of the horses, and made offerings to them as if they were treasures.

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

"So fast?"

"Isn't it tomorrow?"

"Is it okay, is there any danger?"

"What are you afraid of? It's not that you haven't served a horse before. There's Lao Liu here."

Everyone chatted and laughed and ran towards the stable, and in a blink of an eye, only Miss Jun and her party were left under the big tree.

The shopkeeper looked stunned.

"However, I want to talk about Duke Cheng fighting against the besieged gold thief..." he murmured.

Isn't it more attractive than having a pony?

A few elderly people walked slowly, and when they heard his murmur, they looked back.

"Wars are nothing more than those things." An old man said, "There's nothing unusual about it."

War is nothing more than those things?

What kind of things?

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

The shopkeeper stared at the group of people walking away.

These people may have actually seen war. Miss Jun thought about the weapons they claimed to be officers and soldiers, the weapons they had, and the formations they had arranged, not to mention the armor and weapon formations in the master's handbook.

What is their history? What's your past? And why live in seclusion here? Certainly not because of Zhao Hanqing's illness.

"Oh, don't worry about them." Liu'er urged, "Quickly go on, how did Cheng Guogong defeat these gold thieves besieging the city? Is he really that powerful?"

As long as Miss Jun likes to listen, it's fine for these people to listen to it or not. The shopkeeper regained his spirits and talked about how Cheng Guogong led the soldiers to line up and how to fight against the gold thief in the field. Came over, but still descended like a tiger swiftly, repelling the gold thieves one after another, and finally retreated in a panic.

Liu'er, Lei Zhonglian and the others were absorbed in listening, and Miss Jun seemed to have seen the scene of the battle. Cheng Guogong sat in the circle. Although he didn't kill the enemy himself, the soldiers followed him like his left and right hands. The arrangement of the attack is retracted, smashing the armor of the enemy with one knife and one knife, breaking their hearts.

The setting sun was like blood, and Miss Jun raised her head to look at the sun that had already hung over the mountain at some point.

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

The shopkeeper nodded and sighed lightly.

"The battle is getting tighter and tighter." He whispered, and also glanced at the mountain village.

In the distance, the cow wagged its tail and followed the shepherd boy back slowly. The smoke was rising, and there was a burst of cheers from the village. It was because a pony was born.

Compared with the outside, this place is really a paradise.

As time went on, the war became more and more exciting. In many bustling northern states, businesses have ceased, shops have been closed, villages and fields have been abandoned, people have defected to relatives and friends, and rich people have fled south with their families. .

But those who can go south are very few. Many people cannot leave their homeland and have no money to leave. Everyone is waiting for Cheng Guogong to drive away the gold thieves.

"I believe Duke Cheng can do it."

Standing in the forest, Miss Jun said, letting go of the bow and arrow in her hand.

With a buzzing sound, the crude homemade feather arrow landed steadily on the straw target.

Zhao Hanqing snorted, Cheng Guogong didn't feel much about her, like all the villagers here, he didn't care about the battle outside, he pulled out the arrow and threw it back.

"Do it again." She said seriously.

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Thanks to Bingyi from the south for rewarding He Shibi, (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～

thank you all.

It's Friday, time flies like lightning, it's a pity.