Chapter 41: The News Comes

The night's storms stopped at dawn, and as the sun rose, there was a scene of devastation everywhere, but there was also a lush greenery after washing, and there were streams of rain flowing between the mountains and forests, and the grass and trees seemed so verdant, as if they had been repainted with paint, and the sky was so deep blue, extraordinarily deep. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info The breeze blew, bringing a hint of coolness, and after the handover of the soldiers on duty at night, they met Wen Luo and Xiaoyu on the way back, Wen Luo saw their tiredness and said: "Go back and change your dry clothes, go take a hot bath, I have ordered the kitchen to prepare hot water and ginger tea." The soldiers hurried back after returning the salute.

The cool wind did not stop, Wen Luo tightened the robe on his body, and Xiao Yu asked when he saw this: "Third brother, why don't we go back, it's a little cold outside." Wen Luo smiled and shook his hand, and the two of them slowly walked out of the barracks, and the traces of the military grain transportation team behind the gate were still there, because it was even more muddy here.

Wen Luo asked, "Do you know what it means to bring you out?"

Xiaoyu replied: "Little brother doesn't know, but I think it's very abnormal, something happened." ”

Venlo was slightly surprised: "Oh? ”

"First of all, the eldest brother ordered a single person to go to the meeting, and when he came back, he was directly ordered to enter the first-level combat readiness, and after the eldest brother came back, there was a sense of sadness, and there was a huge army going out last night, this muddy road is a witness, all of this is too abnormal, something big must have happened. Looking at Yingguo's side, there is no information about their unusual movements, so I think something happened on our side. Xiao Yu said his analysis.

Wen Luo nodded from time to time and replied, "Your analysis is very reasonable, and it is simple to talk to smart people." It's not so easy for them with the second brother and the fourth brother, they only believe in the facts in front of them, and that's why I asked you out. Wen Luo looked at Xiao Yu and said as he walked: "My inference is similar to what you analyzed, I only thought of one step more than you, that is, what happened in China." Can you deduce that?"

Xiao Yu shook his head: "I deduced it, but I can't say that that kind of thing should not be speculated." ”

Before the two of them knew it, they had come to a high ground, and as far as the eye could see, there were beautiful and spectacular mountains and rivers. Wen Luo let out a wry smile, and said with some sentimentality: "Decades ago, most of this great mountain and river was swallowed up by the dog thieves and whales of the Ying Kingdom, when we were still very young, living in fear and displacement every day, after the unfortunate death of our parents, we became orphans, and then we were rescued by the God King who regained the lost land, and he sent us to a person, who taught us knowledge and the art of war, and let his guards teach us martial arts, so that we can survive and grow, and that person is my emperor." ”

Wen Luo's eyes were already full of tears at this time, he took a deep breath, and then exhaled vigorously, and continued with a slightly trembling voice: " He gave us hope, gave us little people like mud human form, and gave us souls, so that we could live with heads and faces, I haven't seen him for a long time, because of our position, it is impossible to leave casually, and he has no time to come to this side of the frontier at will to look at us, we think that as long as we guard the frontier well, we will not let this country repeat the mistakes of the past. But I never thought about it, but now that heaven and man are separated forever, we will never see him again......" Silent tears crossed his face, Wen Luo was no longer suppressed, and Xiao Yu also verified his inference because of Wen Luo's words, and his body couldn't help but tremble. Wen Luo looked into the distance, letting the tears fall wantonly, he seemed to be crying with Xiaoyu, and seemed to be talking to himself: "He is too tired of the old man, he has experienced too much suffering in his life, he experienced the ruin of the country and the death of the family when he was a teenager, and all the blame is pointed to him alone. After more than ten years of painstaking efforts, he finally repelled all the dog thieves in Yingguo and recovered all the lost territory. But in front of him was a ruined and devastated country, and he was still suffering, formulating and issuing a series of policies to support the country and its people. He had only one wife and one heir in his life, and he did not build himself a luxurious palace, only a simple courtyard to deal with state affairs, and only one attendant by his side to take care of his daily life, and nothing else. This is the God who shaped us, and now my God has collapsed......"

The wind above the high ground is stronger, Wen Luo let the wind blow away his tears, Xiao Yu looked into the distance and described the picture Wen Luo said: a green lantern, a kind but majestic middle-aged man is at the desk annotating and playing, it is late at night, the servant next to him yawned quietly, and the middle-aged man who got up and stretched his waist saw the tiredness of the servant, and smiled: "Lao Yang, go rest, I'll go to sleep after reading this." The servant saluted and said, "Your Majesty, the old slave is not tired, and it is not too late to go to rest after serving the emperor to bed." The middle-aged man couldn't hold on, so he ignored it, and the servant poured him an ordinary cup of tea at the right time.

Xiao Yu asked Wen Luo: "Third brother, judging from this series of actions, someone gave an order, and it was in place, and it was done by a master." ”

Wen Luo wiped his tears and said, "Yes, this person should be the new emperor, although he is young, he is a very deep figure in the city. He is the same age as you, I have taught him some art of war and strategy before, then I saw his city, he has been talented since he was a child, the art of war strategy is familiar with the heart, and he has his own rules, never sticks to the book of war, sometimes let me also shine, this may be the grace of God to our country, the emergence of such a new emperor. So that the country will not be in turmoil at this time of turmoil. ”

"The news will arrive here sooner or later, and Yingguo will never waste this great opportunity at that time. "Xiao Yu is a little worried.

Wen Luo sneered: "Hmph, I think the new emperor thought of this, so he secretly took all precautions." The three armies have entered a state of first-level combat readiness, and the army that traveled last night should be a grain transport team, and the net of the new emperor has been opened, just waiting for Yingguo to drill, and the current monarch of Yingguo is a very ambitious person, so he will definitely get into this net, and we are only responsible for collecting the net and slaughtering it. And the basis of all this must be the stability of the domestic situation, and the new emperor will never let those few rebellious guys attack in advance, last night's storm is the perfect time, I think the new emperor has cleaned up, and we just have to wait quietly. ”

Xiao Yu and Wen Luo looked at each other and smiled, all the analysis and inference were presented, Xiao Yu asked: "The third brother can believe in the new emperor so much?" Wen Luo nodded affirmatively: "I know his people, and now a series of actions are very consistent with him." Let's go back, the news should be almost here. Wen Luo wiped away his tears, and before anyone could notice anything unusual, he walked towards the barracks with Xiaoyu.

Ten days later, when all the military food and equipment were ready, the news of the emperor's death was conveyed to all parts of the country, the whole country mourned, the national funeral kicked off, and everyone wore linen and filial piety to see off the emperor, which was rare in ancient times. Later generations of the emperor who dedicated his life to the country and the people set up a big monument, called "My Emperor Monument", which was left to future generations to mourn.