The Rebirth Of The General Who Always Sees Himself As A Replacement

It was frosty and cold in the late autumn, and it was foggy in the early morning. When the golden wheel came out, the scene in front of him was no longer hazy. Mu Zhiming, who could not find Gu Heyan, happened to meet Xiahouhu when he returned to the camp.

Xiahou Hu was transporting a tiger squat gun to the training ground. When he saw Mu Zhiming, he greeted him warmly: "Little brother! Where are you going?"

Mu Zhiming bowed and saluted: "Xiahou Colonel, just now I went to General Gu to inquire about the Baicheng government and the magistrate, but the general is not in the tent."

"The county magistrate of Baicheng? He's a useless one!" Xia Houhu mentioned this person, and immediately raised his face angrily, scolding with disdain, "When we were stationed in the frontier, we were not able to withstand the calls from Gouji's people, so After retreating to Baicheng, I wanted to recruit the magistrates and government soldiers to jointly defend against the enemy, but only after I asked, the magistrates had already run away with an old and small family! I heard that they haven't caught them now!"

"Leave the people of the city and run away?" Mu Zhiming was surprised, never thinking that there are such unkind and unrighteous people in the world.

"No!" Xia Houhu spat in anger, "Things that are greedy for life and fear of death."

Mu Zhiming's conjecture gradually became clear: the tax notice should be that the magistrate, relying on the emperor's distance from the sky, set the tax privately and squeezed the people.

When he was thinking about whether this matter had anything to do with Gou Jiguo sending troops, he heard Xiahouhu shout, "Slow down! Lift carefully, don't knock it."

Mu Zhiming looked up and found that the two had already arrived at the training ground while they were talking. Xiahouhu directed several soldiers to carry the tiger squat gun inwards. Could it be the latest artillery built by the Military Workshop of the Ministry of War? Hearing its thunderous roar, it can shake mountains and forests and beasts, and it is magical.”

"I didn't expect my little brother to be interested in this kind of mechanical weapon?" Xiahou Hu laughed, "You are right, this is the tiger squat gun that was shipped to the military barracks yesterday. I moved it here to open the eyes of the brothers. Get started and try the power, if you are interested, come and watch!"

"I'm not a military general. According to the rules, I shouldn't enter or leave the training ground..." Before Mu Zhiming finished speaking, Xia Houhu pressed his shoulders and pushed him toward the training ground: "Rules are dead, people are alive, Just take a look, come on!"

The training ground was huge, with no end in sight. The soldiers were lined up in various squares for training. Some were fighting with bare hands, some were practicing arrows with bows, and some were facing each other with swords. Although there were many people, they were in good order.

When the soldiers saw that Xiahouhu had dragged a handsome young man to the training ground, they opened their mouths in shock: "Xiahou Colonel, what are you doing? Who is this?!"

"This is the Foreign Minister of Rites sent by the imperial court." Xiahou Hu happily introduced to the crowd.

Mu Zhiming hurriedly bowed to the crowd.

Although everyone is a military general, the Rongyan Army has a good atmosphere, and they are all in a good mood. They clasped their fists and praised: "I heard it before, but I never thought it was so young? I think it is a dragon and a phoenix among people."

"But what did you bring this little brother to the training ground for?" a pioneer general asked in confusion.

"He has a lot of insight into mechanical weapons. Isn't he going to try this tiger squat gun today? I'll show him!" Xia Houhu explained.

"That's not good." Gu Heyan's close associate, the deputy general of the Yulin Camp, said, "The Rongyan Army has military regulations, and non-combatants are not allowed to enter the training ground. If General Gu Xiaojun finds out about this, he will definitely get angry. When the time comes, you will be punished to eat a military stick, Xiahou Hu, please don't complain."

Mu Zhiming would get angry when he heard Gu Heyan, and hurriedly saluted and wanted to leave: "Excuse everyone, since there are regulations in the military, I should follow them carefully. This trip is offensive, and I hope you don't let General Gu know about it."

After all, Mu Zhiming hurriedly turned around and wanted to leave. How could he know that there are many unspeakable coincidences in this world? When he turned around, he saw Gu Heyan striding towards this place.

Gu Heyan's face was terrifyingly gloomy. Although he was only nineteen years old, with handsome eyebrows and a jade-like face, he was a general who had been on the battlefield with blood-stained hands. No one dared to speak.

He walked in front of the crowd, glanced around, and finally landed on Mu Zhiming, and asked in a cold voice, "Who asked you to come here?"

The cold words made Mu Zhiming's heart tremble. He opened his mouth and was about to answer. Xiahou Hu stepped forward and asked Mu Zhiming to stand back, clasped his fists and knelt down on one knee to apologize: "General, I saw that little brother Mu is right. The newly arrived Hu Crouching Pao is interested, so I brought him to see, if you want to punish me, General."

Gu Heyan frowned: "Get up."

After saying that, Gu Heyan's eyes went beyond Xiahouhu and fell on Mu Zhiming again: "Come with me."

His tone was extremely cold, he couldn't say anything, and he turned around and left, leaving no chance for anyone to refute and intercede.

Mu Zhiming trotted nervously to keep up with Gu Heyan's footsteps, leaving everyone looking at each other in dismay.

Xiahou Hu knelt there dumbfounded. No matter how he looked at it, it was all his fault. How could Gu Heyan not punish him instead of embarrassing a civil official sent by the imperial court!

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The solitary sun outside the Great Wall was hanging in the sky, and the strong wind dance made people panic. Mu Zhiming followed Gu Heyan at a loss and did not dare to speak. He looked up and saw that Gu Heyan was not wearing armor today, wearing a black robe with black embroidered golden clouds. The tattooed belt made him tall and straight, and it also added a sense of solemnity to the silence between the two.

Mu Zhiming couldn't help feeling a little dejected. He admired Gu Heyan sincerely in his heart, and didn't want to be friends with Gu Heyan just in general, but once this happened, Gu Heyan would be more indifferent to him than before.

The sadness accumulated on Mu Zhiming's chest, which made him sigh. At that time, Gu Heyan stopped in front of a tent. The guards hurriedly clasped their fists in salute. Gu Heyan nodded in response, then turned to Mu Zhiming and said, "Come in."

Mu Zhiming didn't know where this place was, and followed Gu Heyan in confusion. When he walked into the tent, his eyes widened slightly in shock.

In the tent, black iron swords and bows and arrows were displayed on the left and right, and in front of them were two majestic tiger squat guns mounted on iron claws.

Mu Zhiming was speechless because he was flattered, but Gu Heyan, who was usually taciturn, opened his mouth first. He lowered his eyes and looked at Mu Zhiming and said softly, "The swords and arrows in the training ground have no eyes, and it is easy to accidentally hurt them. If you know martial arts, don’t go without guards. If you are interested in tiger squatting guns, you can come to the Hyogo to see, you have my waist badge, and you can come and go anywhere in this barracks as you like.”

Mu Zhiming blankly turned his head to look at Gu Heyan, took a deep breath blankly, stretched out his hand and pinched his arm, blankly, and let out the breath slowly.

"What's wrong?" Gu Heyan frowned, wondering a little uncomfortably if he was just too ferocious and frightening.

Mu Zhiming asked dumbfoundedly, "Have you finished all the things you were going to say to me in this life?"

Gu Heyan: "..."