Chapter 437
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The sun and the moon alternate, and night falls, and another day is spent in the land of Nanman.
In the central tent of dongwangguan, a lamp is lit, which radiates a little light. The orange light is self-contained inside the tent, showing a tall and straight figure sitting behind the desk and writing with a pen.
Zhao Yu is writing a letter.
After returning from the depths of Nanman, he recovered his rest in the camp. In the evening, when the sun set, he felt that he was missing, so Liang Po took a pen and paper and wrote a letter to his family.
He missed Rouge girl and the bitter tea she baked.
When the young emperor went out to battle, all he ate and drank was the same as that of his officers and soldiers. Therefore, he ate a big pot of rice and did not bring his favorite bitter tea.
The candle flickered, and the young emperor's handwriting on the letter looked like a wandering dragon, but it contained a trace of tenderness. After finishing the last stroke, Zhao Yu folded the letter and clapped his hands. Liang Po's big figure walked in from outside the tent.
Then Zhao Yu spoke softly, and his steady voice rang out in the whole camp.
"Po'er, is there any news from grandma?"
"My highness, the Empress Dowager and empress have already left the Tiger Leaping Gorge and officially entered the boundary of Mingzhou in the afternoon under the protection of the upper Fourth Army."
"I know. Go and give this letter to the Secretary and then to rouge."
Zhao Yu held out his finger, which was covered with silver vitality. He wiped it gently on the envelope, then handed it to Liang Po below. At the same time, he continued to say:
"is there any latest result in encircling and killing that great national master?"
After hearing the speech, Liang Po took out a fold from his arms, presented it, and then a steady magnetic voice sounded:
"although he took his head, it was just a ghost stiff in the daytime similar to the incarnation outside the body. The specific content and Sima Gongzi's inference are detailed in the fold."
Zhao Yu nodded and motioned Liang Po to put the fold aside first. Then the young emperor's ear rang out Liang Po's solemn voice:
"Your Majesty, the earth God mole of the famine people's ancestral hall has disappeared in the mountain and sea map."
"Disappeared?"
Zhao Yu frowned slightly and murmured softly. Then he raised his head and said:
"I have seen Wang Jing's book and said that there was a barbarian and a barbarian who voluntarily swallowed the positioning bead. His position is not low. In this way, he should have been in an accident."
"According to the inference, the famine people believed in the respect of the strong, but their status was second, so they should have been killed."
Liang's plain and clear words are full of a strong smell of blood. However, the loss of sitianjian's position on the ancestral court of the desolate people weakened the superiority of Da Xia in the intelligence of the enemy and ourselves. After all, the place of the ancestors of the famine people hidden under the ground is extremely hidden, so it is almost impossible to locate it again.
"Everything goes according to the plan, but we should speed up the establishment of defense lines, so that Sima Annan and others can rush back to participate in the final decisive battle. At the same time, the search and rescue mission of pengmu team must have results before tomorrow afternoon. I still say that we should see people alive and dead bodies must be seen!"
After a moment of silence, the voice of the young emperor rang through the whole camp.
"No!"
Then the full moon rose up, and the moon covered the whole Nanman jungle.
In the central camp of Dongwang stronghold, a figure stepped on the moonlight like water and stepped out gently.
After returning from the depths of Nanman, Zhao Yu's head had been swollen and painful. He raised his head and took a deep breath. Then he shook his head slightly, pulled the hood of sitianjian's robe on his head, and walked freely toward the outside.
Although the whole Nanman was at night, the Dongwang stronghold was still brightly lit. A large number of expeditionary soldiers arranged crisscross strategic defense lines around the stronghold overnight. At the same time, a team of logistics transport teams, escorted by the repair of Euphorbia battalion, drove out of the gate of dongwangguan and delivered supplies to the other three strongholds from the Daxia road just opened.
The task of killing the mole, the God of the ancestors of the wasteland people, was named by the Ministry of war as "surrounded by all sides!
Therefore, from the sky view of the whole periphery of Nanman, a team of soldiers wearing armour and their torches form a long fire dragon. Starting from the largest Dongwang stronghold, it has been winding for hundreds of miles, connecting the four strongholds at one stroke to form a big pocket. It is like the mouth of death, waiting for the death of the famine victims.
It is worth mentioning that in a short afternoon, in front of the Daxia Road, which connects the strongholds, countless sentries and fortresses with an interval of only five meters have been set up in a short afternoon. The efficiency of Daxia can be seen.
Under the moonlight, the figure of the young emperor gradually disappeared. He wandered freely under the magic ghost walking, and did not attract the attention of the soldiers who came to and fro around him. Then a very young conversation came to his ears, and a trace of interest appeared on Zhao Yu's face.
"Lao Jin, I think we have more strength than you do now. I can't remember how many trees I cut today. I still have a lot of energy all over my body. Don't be unbalanced, Lao Jin."Then there was a hoarse response, with the sound of kicking on the armor.
"You little bunnies, you think you have Dao Hun, this tail is up in the sky. To tell you the truth, even if I have only one hand now and one person beats you all down, there is no problem."
During the conversation, looking east at the entrance of the reserve camp of the stronghold, under the leadership of a middle-aged sergeant with one arm, a group of young reserve soldiers came face-to-face. Except for a dark and thin teenager, the rest of them were carrying a huge axe. They were in a bit of a mess all over the body, and even had scratch marks on their faces, but their eyes were filled with the same thing excitement.
The teenager who had been kicked by Lao Jin just now rubbed his bottom and didn't care. He continued with a smile:
"when the battle of the southern barbarians is over, our reserve must have a good match with Lao Jin. If you lose, you can't stop us from pursuing your daughter. It's just the so-called gentle lady, the gentleman likes it."
Hearing that these reserve boys still have a heart for their daughter, Lao Jin's one eye on his face glared fiercely. He raised his foot and kicked him. He said angrily:
"don't think that you can meet my standard if you get the reward from your majesty. I tell you, it's still far from enough, but I can consider shunzi Son in law, that sounds good
Hearing this, the dark young shunzi, who had always been thick skinned, bowed his head for the first time, which caused a burst of laughter among the young reserve soldiers around him. Even Zhao Yu, who was not far away, also showed a smile.
Looking at these vigorous young Leizhou youths and the young emperors who were distracted in the night of Nanman, I felt that the southern expedition had a different significance.
In order to protect, but also for the future!
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The sun and the moon alternate, and night falls, and another day is spent in the land of Nanman.
In the central tent of dongwangguan, a lamp is lit, which radiates a little light. The orange light is self-contained inside the tent, showing a tall and straight figure sitting behind the desk and writing with a pen.
Zhao Yu is writing a letter.
After returning from the depths of Nanman, he recovered his rest in the camp. In the evening, when the sun set, he felt that he was missing, so Liang Po took a pen and paper and wrote a letter to his family.
He missed Rouge girl and the bitter tea she baked.
When the young emperor went out to battle, all he ate and drank was the same as that of his officers and soldiers. Therefore, he ate a big pot of rice and did not bring his favorite bitter tea.
The candle flickered, and the young emperor's handwriting on the letter looked like a wandering dragon, but it contained a trace of tenderness. After finishing the last stroke, Zhao Yu folded the letter and clapped his hands. Liang Po's big figure walked in from outside the tent.
Then Zhao Yu spoke softly, and his steady voice rang out in the whole camp.
"Po'er, is there any news from grandma?"
"My highness, the Empress Dowager and empress have already left the Tiger Leaping Gorge and officially entered the boundary of Mingzhou in the afternoon under the protection of the upper Fourth Army."
"I know. Go and give this letter to the Secretary and then to rouge."
Zhao Yu held out his finger, which was covered with silver vitality. He wiped it gently on the envelope, then handed it to Liang Po below. At the same time, he continued to say:
"is there any latest result in encircling and killing that great national master?"
After hearing the speech, Liang Po took out a fold from his arms, presented it, and then a steady magnetic voice sounded:
"although he took his head, it was just a ghost stiff in the daytime similar to the incarnation outside the body. The specific content and Sima Gongzi's inference are detailed in the fold."
Zhao Yu nodded and motioned Liang Po to put the fold aside first. Then the young emperor's ear rang out Liang Po's solemn voice:
"Your Majesty, the earth God mole of the famine people's ancestral hall has disappeared in the mountain and sea map."
"Disappeared?"
Zhao Yu frowned slightly and murmured softly. Then he raised his head and said:
"I have seen Wang Jing's book and said that there was a barbarian and a barbarian who voluntarily swallowed the positioning bead. His position is not low. In this way, he should have been in an accident."
"According to the inference, the famine people believed in the respect of the strong, but their status was second, so they should have been killed."
Liang's plain and clear words are full of a strong smell of blood. However, the loss of sitianjian's position on the ancestral court of the desolate people weakened the superiority of Da Xia in the intelligence of the enemy and ourselves. After all, the place of the ancestors of the famine people hidden under the ground is extremely hidden, so it is almost impossible to locate it again.
"Everything goes according to the plan, but we should speed up the establishment of defense lines, so that Sima Annan and others can rush back to participate in the final decisive battle. At the same time, the search and rescue mission of pengmu team must have results before tomorrow afternoon. I still say that we should see people alive and dead bodies must be seen!"
After a moment of silence, the voice of the young emperor rang through the whole camp.
"No!"
Then the full moon rose up, and the moon covered the whole Nanman jungle.
In the central camp of Dongwang stronghold, a figure stepped on the moonlight like water and stepped out gently.
After returning from the depths of Nanman, Zhao Yu's head had been swollen and painful. He raised his head and took a deep breath. Then he shook his head slightly, pulled the hood of sitianjian's robe on his head, and walked freely toward the outside.
Although the whole Nanman was at night, the Dongwang stronghold was still brightly lit. A large number of expeditionary soldiers arranged crisscross strategic defense lines around the stronghold overnight. At the same time, a team of logistics transport teams, escorted by the repair of Euphorbia battalion, drove out of the gate of dongwangguan and delivered supplies to the other three strongholds from the Daxia road just opened.
The task of killing the mole, the God of the ancestors of the wasteland people, was named by the Ministry of war as "surrounded by all sides!
Therefore, from the sky view of the whole periphery of Nanman, a team of soldiers wearing armour and their torches form a long fire dragon. Starting from the largest Dongwang stronghold, it has been winding for hundreds of miles, connecting the four strongholds at one stroke to form a big pocket. It is like the mouth of death, waiting for the death of the famine victims.
It is worth mentioning that in a short afternoon, in front of the Daxia Road, which connects the strongholds, countless sentries and fortresses with an interval of only five meters have been set up in a short afternoon. The efficiency of Daxia can be seen.
Under the moonlight, the figure of the young emperor gradually disappeared. He wandered freely under the magic ghost walking, and did not attract the attention of the soldiers who came to and fro around him. Then a very young conversation came to his ears, and a trace of interest appeared on Zhao Yu's face.
"Lao Jin, I think we have more strength than you do now. I can't remember how many trees I cut today. I still have a lot of energy all over my body. Don't be unbalanced, Lao Jin."Then there was a hoarse response, with the sound of kicking on the armor.
"You little bunnies, you think you have Dao Hun, this tail is up in the sky. To tell you the truth, even if I have only one hand now and one person beats you all down, there is no problem."
During the conversation, looking east at the entrance of the reserve camp of the stronghold, under the leadership of a middle-aged sergeant with one arm, a group of young reserve soldiers came face-to-face. Except for a dark and thin teenager, the rest of them were carrying a huge axe. They were in a bit of a mess all over the body, and even had scratch marks on their faces, but their eyes were filled with the same thing excitement.
The teenager who had been kicked by Lao Jin just now rubbed his bottom and didn't care. He continued with a smile:
"when the battle of the southern barbarians is over, our reserve must have a good match with Lao Jin. If you lose, you can't stop us from pursuing your daughter. It's just the so-called gentle lady, the gentleman likes it."
Hearing that these reserve boys still have a heart for their daughter, Lao Jin's one eye on his face glared fiercely. He raised his foot and kicked him. He said angrily:
"don't think that you can meet my standard if you get the reward from your majesty. I tell you, it's still far from enough, but I can consider shunzi Son in law, that sounds good
Hearing this, the dark young shunzi, who had always been thick skinned, bowed his head for the first time, which caused a burst of laughter among the young reserve soldiers around him. Even Zhao Yu, who was not far away, also showed a smile.
Looking at these vigorous young Leizhou youths and the young emperors who were distracted in the night of Nanman, I felt that the southern expedition had a different significance.
In order to protect, but also for the future!
www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
The sun and the moon alternate, and night falls, and another day is spent in the land of Nanman. In the central tent of dongwangguan, a lamp is lit, which radiates a little light. The orange light is self-contained inside the tent, showing a tall and straight figure sitting behind the desk and writing with a pen. Zhao Yu is writing a letter. After returning from the depths of Nanman, he recovered his rest in the camp. In the evening, when the sun set, he felt that he was missing, so Liang Po took a pen and paper and wrote a letter to his family. He missed Rouge girl and the bitter tea she baked. When the young emperor went out to battle, all he ate and drank was the same as that of his officers and soldiers. Therefore, he ate a big pot of rice and did not bring his favorite bitter tea. The candle flickered, and the young emperor's handwriting on the letter looked like a wandering dragon, but it contained a trace of tenderness. After finishing the last stroke, Zhao Yu folded the letter and clapped his hands. Liang Po's big figure walked in from outside the tent. Then Zhao Yu spoke softly, and his steady voice rang out in the whole camp. "Po'er, is there any news from grandma?" "My highness, the Empress Dowager and empress have already left the Tiger Leaping Gorge and officially entered the boundary of Mingzhou in the afternoon under the protection of the upper Fourth Army." "I know. Go and give this letter to the Secretary and then to rouge." Zhao Yu held out his finger, which was covered with silver vitality. He wiped it gently on the envelope, then handed it to Liang Po below. At the same time, he continued to say: "is there any latest result in encircling and killing that great national master?" After hearing the speech, Liang Po took out a fold from his arms, presented it, and then a steady magnetic voice sounded: "although he took his head, it was just a ghost stiff in the daytime similar to the incarnation outside the body. The specific content and Sima Gongzi's inference are detailed in the fold." Zhao Yu nodded and motioned Liang Po to put the fold aside first. Then the young emperor's ear rang out Liang Po's solemn voice: "Your Majesty, the earth God mole of the famine people's ancestral hall has disappeared in the mountain and sea map." "Disappeared?" Zhao Yu frowned slightly and murmured softly. Then he raised his head and said: "I have seen Wang Jing's book and said that there was a barbarian and a barbarian who voluntarily swallowed the positioning bead. His position is not low. In this way, he should have been in an accident." "According to the inference, the famine people believed in the respect of the strong, but their status was second, so they should have been killed." Liang's plain and clear words are full of a strong smell of blood. However, the loss of sitianjian's position on the ancestral court of the desolate people weakened the superiority of Da Xia in the intelligence of the enemy and ourselves. After all, the place of the ancestors of the famine people hidden under the ground is extremely hidden, so it is almost impossible to locate it again. "Everything goes according to the plan, but we should speed up the establishment of defense lines, so that Sima Annan and others can rush back to participate in the final decisive battle. At the same time, the search and rescue mission of pengmu team must have results before tomorrow afternoon. I still say that we should see people alive and dead bodies must be seen!" After a moment of silence, the voice of the young emperor rang through the whole camp. "No!" Then the full moon rose up, and the moon covered the whole Nanman jungle. In the central camp of Dongwang stronghold, a figure stepped on the moonlight like water and stepped out gently. After returning from the depths of Nanman, Zhao Yu's head had been swollen and painful. He raised his head and took a deep breath. Then he shook his head slightly, pulled the hood of sitianjian's robe on his head, and walked freely toward the outside. Although the whole Nanman was at night, the Dongwang stronghold was still brightly lit. A large number of expeditionary soldiers arranged crisscross strategic defense lines around the stronghold overnight. At the same time, a team of logistics transport teams, escorted by the repair of Euphorbia battalion, drove out of the gate of dongwangguan and delivered supplies to the other three strongholds from the Daxia road just opened. The task of killing the mole, the God of the ancestors of the wasteland people, was named by the Ministry of war as "surrounded by all sides! Therefore, from the sky view of the whole periphery of Nanman, a team of soldiers wearing armour and their torches form a long fire dragon. Starting from the largest Dongwang stronghold, it has been winding for hundreds of miles, connecting the four strongholds at one stroke to form a big pocket. It is like the mouth of death, waiting for the death of the famine victims. It is worth mentioning that in a short afternoon, in front of the Daxia Road, which connects the strongholds, countless sentries and fortresses with an interval of only five meters have been set up in a short afternoon. The efficiency of Daxia can be seen. Under the moonlight, the figure of the young emperor gradually disappeared. He wandered freely under the magic ghost walking, and did not attract the attention of the soldiers who came to and fro around him. Then a very young conversation came to his ears, and a trace of interest appeared on Zhao Yu's face. "Lao Jin, I think we have more strength than you do now. I can't remember how many trees I cut today. I still have a lot of energy all over my body. Don't be unbalanced, Lao Jin."Then there was a hoarse response, with the sound of kicking on the armor. "You little bunnies, you think you have Dao Hun, this tail is up in the sky. To tell you the truth, even if I have only one hand now and one person beats you all down, there is no problem." During the conversation, looking east at the entrance of the reserve camp of the stronghold, under the leadership of a middle-aged sergeant with one arm, a group of young reserve soldiers came face-to-face. Except for a dark and thin teenager, the rest of them were carrying a huge axe. They were in a bit of a mess all over the body, and even had scratch marks on their faces, but their eyes were filled with the same thing excitement. The teenager who had been kicked by Lao Jin just now rubbed his bottom and didn't care. He continued with a smile: "when the battle of the southern barbarians is over, our reserve must have a good match with Lao Jin. If you lose, you can't stop us from pursuing your daughter. It's just the so-called gentle lady, the gentleman likes it." Hearing that these reserve boys still have a heart for their daughter, Lao Jin's one eye on his face glared fiercely. He raised his foot and kicked him. He said angrily: "don't think that you can meet my standard if you get the reward from your majesty. I tell you, it's still far from enough, but I can consider shunzi Son in law, that sounds good Hearing this, the dark young shunzi, who had always been thick skinned, bowed his head for the first time, which caused a burst of laughter among the young reserve soldiers around him. Even Zhao Yu, who was not far away, also showed a smile. Looking at these vigorous young Leizhou youths and the young emperors who were distracted in the night of Nanman, I felt that the southern expedition had a different significance. In order to protect, but also for the future! www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
