Warrior in Turbulent Han Dynasty

With one hundred thousand guan around your waist, ride a crane down to Yangzhou. After Guo Shao received the imperial edict, he immediately rushed to Yangzhou to face Sheng. He didn't wear a hundred thousand pens around his waist, but his mood was roughly the same.

On the road, he unexpectedly met Li Jixun who was downcast, so Guo Shao walked with him. Regardless of previous suspicions, Guo Shao pretended to be calm and comforted, saying: "There are always ups and downs in the world, and no matter how famous a general is on the battlefield, it is inevitable that he will miss. General Li is more cautious."

"Hmph!" Li Jixun seemed very upset.

Maybe he is scolding the villain in his heart? Guo Shao didn't care too much about this, but felt that Li Jixun was really sad. Their ten brothers from Yishe, Li Jixun, were at the level of the big brother, and they had been in high positions for a long time.

A few days later, a group of people climbed up a gentle slope along the post road. All of a sudden, Guo Shao felt his eyes widen.

Although it has entered autumn, Yangzhou is still beautiful. The green fields, the crops, and the blue sky like water, and the pure white clouds... How beautiful and eye-catching the colors of the whole world are. Good place! It is more natural and brighter than the colors in the paintings, and it is wider and more imposing.

The towers, houses and towers in the city are full of the unique charm of East Asian classical architecture, antique and fragrant, like a fairyland on earth. In this war-torn era, there is such a quiet and wonderful place! This is a land of idyllic beauty, but it is prosperous and prosperous; this is the preparation of heaven, but it has the warmth of fireworks in the world.

The Weiqu (a section of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal in later generations) winds like a silk and satin between the green mountains and green waters. The water surface is like clouds and smoke, and birds are passing by gently on the water surface. Everything is full of poetry and picturesque. There is no hatred in Guo Shao's heart, he has been completely washed away, he feels that he is bathed in beauty, his heart is full of sunshine, he wants to smile at everyone, he wants to be nice to everyone!

The mountains and rivers are picturesque, let the heroes bow down! Guo Shao felt that no one would fall in love with this beautiful land at this time, and wanted to possess her and play with her. Guo Shao is really into poetry, and he wants to copy a poem, otherwise he can't sigh the excitement and admiration at this time!

A group of war horses are galloping happily outside the city, which seems to destroy the tranquility and softness, but it doesn't make people feel abrupt at all. The flowery beauty naturally matches the majesty of a man!

"Crack, click, click..." The sound of orderly and heavy footsteps woke Guo Shao up.

He looked down and saw a purple square flag held by a straight general with both hands, writing: Da Zhou. Behind the general, two columns of infantry were slowly marching. The orderly formation and rhythmic pace of the formation was like a performance. Iron helmets lined up in the morning sun, and they were brand new from helmet to armor.

Iron, glowing with the unique black luster of metal; the hulking bodies of the sons and daughters bulged out the unique lines of muscles, full of iron blood and strength. And the cherry guns in the hands of the soldiers, with the red decorations on them, are like red flowers dotted in the power.

"Stop!" The general yelled a majestic and loud word, and the whole team immediately stopped and remained motionless.

The general walked to the front side of the road, drew out the gleaming sharp sword, and raised it into the air, the whole movement was crisp and agile. The soldiers behind them had a tacit understanding. Following the posture of the general raising his sword, the two teams turned around and faced the middle of the road respectively.

"Crack!" Everyone's feet were chopped on the ground together, forming a pleasant sound. Really majestic and beautiful music! The movements of the soldiers are unaffected, natural, but very neat and imposing, which makes people very happy to watch.

Not long after, a pair of tall cavalrymen who were all clad in chain mail also came up. A young knight in front of him leaned his upper body forward and saluted, "Du Chenggui, Marquis of Yu, the capital of the inner palace, is ordered to go out of the city to meet Marshal Guo!"

Guo Shao remembered that Du Chenggui, in Tokyo last year, brought a guard of honor to the market to pick up the jade lotus. Guo Shao always has an impression of those who have been better than him and those who owe him favors. Du Chenggui had never heard of his achievements, but after a year, he was promoted from Dutou to Duyuhou.

"Brother Du, long time no see." Guo Shao smiled. Du Chenggui also responded with a smile: "The last general will clear the way, Marshal Guo, please!"

Everyone shouted and flocked towards Yangzhou City. Li Jixun was silently behind him. Although he also enjoyed this kind of courtesy, he probably didn't feel like enjoying it. There was also an old man in his fifties, Liu Renzhan, but when Guo Shao didn't say anything, no one knew that he was a prisoner. Because Liu Renzhan was not treated like a prisoner at all. Looking at the majestic Zhou Jun's momentum, he seemed to sigh.

Entering the city, Guo Shao squinted his eyes and looked at the pavilions and pavilions in Yangzhou City with great interest. The weeping willows were deep, and he felt that the "accompanying capital" of the Southern Tang Dynasty seemed to be more beautiful than the capital of the Zhou Dynasty.

When it was time for the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty to travel, there were flying eaves and walls, carved railings and jade bricks, majestic and spacious palaces, and the quiet scenery of small bridges and flowing water, all of which are amazing. No wonder Li Yu's artistic conception in his poems is so beautiful later, it is not exaggerated at all, he is a realistic poet!

In the Southern Tang Dynasty, after decades of rest and recuperation, coupled with frequent commerce and trade with other countries, a large number of literati and people fled from the north, and they were indeed extremely wealthy. It’s no wonder that the Southern Tang Kingdom has no motivation for the Northern Expedition at all. This place is as rich as the sky | the world, from the emperor’s civil and military ministers down to the soldiers and ordinary people, how much desire do they have for the devastated northern plain?

Moreover, this is just a residence of the Southern Tang emperor, not an imperial palace at all.

Guo Shao and the others were filled with admiration, and they walked up the white marble steps, facing a wide palace built on a high platform, with seven gates on the front. From the outside of the door, you can see the bright mirror inside, supported by large pillars and narrow walls on both sides, creating a large open space. There are also terraces outside, and various beautiful patterns are carved on the jade railings.

No one made any noise, an eunuch came forward to bow and said: "Only Marshal Guo and General Li are allowed to enter, the rest are waiting to be summoned."

Guo Shaohe had seen such a domineering, spacious and beautiful place before, he stepped forward cautiously, untied his sword first, let the eunuch put it on the shelf at the door, and then walked in calmly. In such a place, in such a high palace, all manners seem involuntarily made more graceful and personable.

The two walked into the hall slowly, only feeling that the place is very open, and they can actually see a large piece of sky and white clouds in the house? With the blue sky and white clouds as the background, the jade railings outside the open space seem to be built in the clouds, and this place is like a fairy palace. The person who designed this hall is definitely not a craftsman, he is a poet, an artist!

Under the blue sky and white clouds, two white cranes are circling in the sky... Guo Shaoru was in a dream, and he could not even imagine it before. Modern high-rise buildings can be seen everywhere, but he has never seen such an artistic building.

A group of civil and military officials were standing in two rows, and the emperor was sitting on it in a purple robe. Next to the emperor, someone was talking, and he was Wei Renpu, the privy envoy.

In front of him was a large map hanging on a wooden stand, on which was a map of rough mines outlined with rough brushstrokes. Wei Renpu was pointing at the map with his palm and saying something. He was a privy envoy, a middle-aged man, but he also served as a Jiedu envoy.

Wei Renpu of "Forty-one Flowers" has a straight face and a tall and strong figure. From his face to his figure, it fully proves that he is a muscular man, but such a person wears a robe of a civil servant, and his demeanor is full of elegance.

His voice is quiet and humble, low and magnetic, calm and elegant. Sure enough, he can be an extremely human minister, and his bearing is exuded. Guo Shao suddenly admired him a little bit, hoping that he could also experience that kind of temperament, full of masculine charm like Wei Renpu.

But it is hard to believe that with such an elegant movement, Wei Renpu's calm tone is talking about violence, war, and killing!

"Shouzhou, from here to here... a line has been formed, and the land of Huainan has been divided by the middle road of the Great Zhou Army. We don't want to defend this line, but to sweep across the two wings. Attack is the best defense."

"The front of the soldiers pointed directly at the great river (Yangtze River), deterred the capital of the Southern Tang Dynasty with force, and forced the Lord of the Southern Tang Dynasty to cede all the land in Jiangbei. From here to here, there must be no less than an inch... All of Jiangbei should be under the jurisdiction of the Great Zhou from now on.

Wei Renpu stopped suddenly, looked up at the direction of the palace gate, and said with a smile, "The hero of my great Zhou army is here."

The civil and military officials turned their heads immediately, and all eyes were on the young Guo Shao. They are all the most powerful people in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and a group of high-ranking people who ruled the entire country are almost all here. Being focused and watched by such a group of people, Guo Shao's heart is "thumping". This is the first time he has become a "starring" figure in the court. He was not only where his hands and feet were, but his whole body seemed to be out of control, tense, excited, and emotionally intertwined.

Guo Shao really felt that this is really a violent |evil regime! Force determines everything. Those who can fight and win, everyone will abandon all prejudices and respect you, regardless of your origin, appearance, age, seniority, force! Victory! That's all!

Up to the emperor and down to the officials, the superstition of violence has reached the point of madness, and the emperor has reached the point of obsession with the achievements of sweeping the world and becoming famous for thousands of years.

Guo Shao raised his head, gritted his teeth, strode forward under the eyes of everyone, knelt down on one knee, and said loudly in a military salute: "Minister, Shouzhou envoy Guo Shao, was ordered to capture Shouzhou, and finally lived up to the emperor's favor and smashed Shouzhou City. Come and report!"

"Pingshen." Chai Rong's eyes became bright.