The bright moon is in the sky, the stars are dotted, the ancient night sky, the vastness, how many mysteries are hidden, and how many vicissitudes of life have been watched.

In the depths of Hongshan outside Nanyang City, Jingzhou, there is a peak called Hermit Rock, this mountain peak is very peculiar, the whole mountain peak is a huge rock, and there is a grass house on the top of the mountain.

It's a bit of a "sit on the top of the mountain and watch the world".

At this time, the two old men stood on the cliff, standing with their hands behind their backs, looking up at the starry sky, like two immortals out of the dust.

One of them, in a green cloth shirt, has a chic demeanor, and it is the Taoist sage Nie Shidao who has a "grand wish to stop the war".

Another old man, looking older than Nie Shidao, with white hair like snow, wrinkles on his face like deep grooves, a white dust-free Confucian dress wrapped around a thin body, crumbling in the wind, only the eyes wrapped in wrinkles, like two bright stars, seemed to be able to see the world.

Nie Shidao broke the silence first: "We two old men haven't seen each other for thirty years, right?"

The old man thought about it very seriously before nodding and saying, "It seems that there really is." ”

Then the white eyebrows raised upward, and continued with a smile on his face: "How can your brother have the spare time this time, and he drove me, an old man who is about to die, out as if he was rushing to the mountains, I heard that Jiangxia was fighting over there, why don't you stop it." ”

Nie Shidao didn't care at all about the smiling complaint of this old friend he hadn't seen for decades, and when he heard the old man in Confucian clothes talk about the war in Jiangxia, he was a little worried.

"It seems that the one from the soldier family has finally been born, and I am bored when I go. ”

The old man in Confucian clothes snorted lightly and said: "I told you sixty years ago that your ambition to stop the war is purely the moon in the mirror, and it is always just a thought. ”

Nie Shidao pulled his lips and smiled, "Maybe after listening to your advice at that time, I wouldn't have wasted this time." ”

Then Nie Shidao looked left and right and said to him: "This Jingxiang land, since ancient times, there are many people of insight, outstanding people and spirits are the first to recommend Nanyang under our feet, the outside world spread the words 'a Nanyang is a Shilin', although it is a bit exaggerated, but it also shows that this land is extraordinary." ”

The old man in Confucian service said in Nie Shidao's words: "It's not all about the good things that the princes and princes have done. ”

"Brother, that's where Emperor Wu met you, right?" Nie Shidao turned his head to look at the old man in Confucian clothes and smiled.

The old man in Confucian clothes smiled heartily, and his smug expression was overflowing: "That's not my little trick, there was a dragon and tiger meeting on this hermit rock. ”

Nie Shidao saw that his old friend was very old and still had a childish innocence, so he nodded and smiled: "The Dragon and Tiger Meeting between you and Emperor Wu caused a lot of sensation in the entire Shilin, and it attracted the envy of the Nine Streams and Ten Families, so much so that they later followed suit. ”

The old man in Confucian clothes became interested, lifted his wide sleeves, and waved his hand: "Those scholars who sell their fame and reputation, think that if they read a few words of the sage classics, they are also great talents in governing the country, and the funny thing is that they also learn from the old man, find a rural valley, and become a hermit who waits for the price to be sold, waiting for the master to come and take care of the grassland." ”

Nie Shidao smiled and pointed at the old man in Confucian clothes, and said, "You old liar, this mouth is still the same as it was back then. ”

The old man in Confucian clothes waved his sleeves and said proudly: "Our strategists win the country with their tongues, and the kung fu on their lips will not fall even if they pass another Jiazi." ”

Nie Shidao sighed, looked at the vast night with his eyes, and said softly: "You are up and down, and this mouth is still memorable." ”

The old man in Confucian costume ignored Nie Shidao's emotion, held the side of his clothes in his hand, sat on the ground with his buttocks, crossed his legs, and then raised his eyes to look at the reckless mountains in the night, silent.

The top of the mountain is silent, only a gentle breeze.

After all, it was the Confucian old man who couldn't help but break the silence: "Brother, you came up to my hermit rock today, won't you just come to me to gossip?"

Nie Shidao also learned to sit on the ground with the old man in Confucian clothes, then glanced at the old man in Confucian clothes, and said, "What, can't we all see each other for thirty years, and you don't just say that you can go on the hermit rock, and you don't like me to gossip a few words?"

"Where! Where, of course I'm glad that your brother can come to me, I haven't said a word for decades, this stomach is like a fart in my stomach, and today I let it all go, and my body and mind are extremely comfortable. The old man said with a smile on his face.

Nie Shidao suddenly put away the smile on his face, looked at the old man Ruguan solemnly, and said, "I came to you this time to want you to go out of the mountain." ”

The old man grinned and said, "Let me go with you to do the thing of the flower in the mirror?" The old man told you sixty years ago, and he didn't have that time to spare. ”

Nie Shidao shook his head, still with a serious face, "Now that the Gale Dynasty is divided, and the barbarians from all directions covet Hongchen Kyushu, in such a general trend, it is the time for you, a man of latitude, to use force." ”

The old man in Confucian clothes still looked calm, unmoved by Nie Shidao's words, only to see him wave his big sleeves, and suddenly a pot of tea and two teacups appeared in the open space between the old man in Confucian clothes and Nie Shidao.

The old man in Confucian clothes slowly reached out and lifted the teapot to fill the two teacups, and then he was not polite, he took a cup of tea and put it to his mouth to take a sip, chirped, and put down the teacup again.

"The old man has been accustomed to the breeze and bright moon together, the days of leisure to watch the mountains and drink tea, the things you said about vertical and horizontal, turning over for clouds and hands for rain, I am no longer interested in getting old. ”

The means of creating things out of thin air that the old man of Ruguan casually revealed made Nie Shidao feel shocked, he couldn't imagine that this vertical and horizontal strategist, who had been away from the world for thirty years, actually cultivated to the realm of the earth god, did he understand the truth of the world on this hermit rock? Or did he transfer to another family?

Nie Shidao calmed down and said, "If you don't think about yourself, don't you think about your disciples and grandchildren?"

The old man Ruguan looked at Nie Shidao who was sitting opposite, and then said in a tone that he had seen something interesting: "This world has really become interesting, how did you, a Taoist sage who does nothing, become a strategist who agitates a three-inch incorruptible tongue today, and the object to be persuaded is an old strategist who already has a three-inch incorruptible tongue." ”

Nie Shidao smiled and said: "There is a wise saying in Taoism, do nothing and do nothing. ”

The old man in Confucian service glared at Nie Shidao, shook his old head, and sighed: "The Nine Streams and Ten Families have been fighting for thousands of years, and what they have fought for is nothing more than to have a place in the temple. I now have some admiration for those two ancestors who founded the sect, one of them sat and forgot about the world, ignoring the world, and saving a lot of troubles. It is also a merit to bury oneself in a book, write a book, and do something to educate. ”

Nie Shidao looked at the old man in Confucian clothes, then got up silently, ready to turn around and leave.

The old man in Confucian clothes immediately glared and shouted: "Your brother is too disrespectful, and if you don't agree with each other, you will slap your ass and leave." ”

Nie Shidao turned to look at the old man in Confucian clothes and said with a smile: "First, I didn't pat my ass just now, and second, I just wanted to stand up and breathe, that's all." ”

The old man in Confucian clothes was stunned for a moment, and then raised his hand and gave Nie Shidao a thumbs up.

At this time, Nie Shidao became serious again, and said: "The last word, if you want the luck of this red dust world to not dissipate, and the day when the immortals will never be born, you must have a true dragon born to make the world unified again." In addition to fighting for a place in the temple, the Nine Streams and Ten Families also had to do something else. ”

After Nie Shidao finished speaking, he didn't look at the reaction of the old man in Confucian clothes sitting on the ground, stepped out of the cliff and floated down the mountain.

The old man in Confucian clothes took a sip of the teacup, and then stared at the cliff with a pair of eyes and said, "It's obviously two sentences, and besides, I didn't say that I didn't care about slapping my ass." ”

Then the old man in Confucian clothes narrowed his eyes again, and said to himself: "The little Chu Di not only makes the world look down on it, but even the old man's eyes have been hidden, amazing!"

The old man in Confucian clothes got up and stood on the edge of the cliff, looked up at the starry sky, was silent for a while, and muttered again: "Your brother, don't laugh at me, you are a lost dog of Taoism, and I am a sinister person of the Zongheng family, how can you have the ability to influence the situation in the world." ”

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It really can't, the war between Chu and East Vietnam is still going on, and in the small city of Huaizhou, there is a bloody battle that is extremely fierce.

In March, the flowers bloom and the grass grows, the spring is full of joy, it is the most beautiful and splendid season of the year, and the air of Huaizhou City is filled with a sense of slaughter.

Outside the city of Huaizhou, the 20,000-strong army led by Hu Yanzhuo, the general of Dongyue Fenwei, had surrounded the city of Huaizhou on three sides, leaving the south alone.

Hu Yanzhuo set up the big tent of the Chinese army on a hillside in the east of Huaizhou City, where the view is wide and you can overlook the entire Huaizhou City.

At this time, Hu Yanzhuo and a group of generals gathered in the big tent of the Chinese army to discuss the countermeasures for attacking Huaizhou City.

Hu Yanzhuo stood in front of the hanging topography map of Huaizhou City, and behind him sat a group of generals and marching subordinates. Hu Yanzhuo is over forty years old, born with big shoulders and a round waist, a pair of ringed eyes, sharp and solemn, and a body of armor, very majestic.

Since the siege of Huaizhou City was formed, how to attack next, the generals are arguing.

Adjutant general Liu Jing advocated luring the defenders of the city out of the city and fighting the Chu army in the fields south of the city.

Zhao Gu, the captain of the left army, advocated a feint attack on three sides, one side of the main attack, and blocked the gap in the south of the city.

Some generals said that in order to reduce casualties, they could attack while digging tunnels to lead to the city, and kill the defenders in the city by surprise.

In short, the generals were unanimous and did not have a unified opinion.

Hu Yanzhuo supported his chin with the thumb and index finger of his right hand, stared at the map with a pair of ringed eyes, and did not say anything about the dispute between the generals, this was his habitual action, and the generals who were familiar with him knew that once Hu Yanzhuo put down his right hand supporting his chin, it was time for him to make a decision.

Sima Li Yan, who was sitting in the corner, silently sorted out the paperwork in his hand, did not squint, and turned a deaf ear to the arguments of the generals.

"Tell me how this battle should be fought?" Hu Yanzhuo spoke suddenly, but still did not turn around.

Hearing this, Li Yan glanced up at the generals in the tent, and then bowed his hand to Huyan Zhuo, and said with confidence on his face: "General Huyan, generals, there are only 5,000 Chu troops in Huaizhou City, and our side has 20,000 soldiers and horses, which is four times the Chu army. Although Wei Zhan, the general of the Chu army, is resolute and steady, and full of strategy, he is an extremely difficult person to the other party, but it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and the disparity in power is too great after all. So, I have a plan. ”

All the generals and colonels looked at Li Yan with wide eyes, in fact, they didn't think much of this white-faced scholar.

Li Yan paused and continued: "Our army can leave the south gate unattacked, and carry out a strong attack on the remaining three gates, regardless of priority, and once the attack begins, it must take turns to go forward, without giving the defenders in the city any respite." ”

After listening to Li Yan's words, some people nodded subconsciously, some shook their heads, and some were silent.

Hu Yanzhuo turned to look at Li Yan, and said with a smile: "The marching Sima still has a follow-up move, right?"

Li Yan also smiled slightly, and arched his hand: "General Mingjian, there is indeed a rear move, the art of war says that only when our army is struggling to attack the city, we can let people shout to the defenders and people in the city in the south of the city, telling them that as long as we want Huaizhou City, they can withdraw from the south gate, and we will not stop it." But if we break through the gates, we will slaughter all those in the city who have resisted our army. ”

Hu Yanzhuo slowly lowered his right hand, stood up straight, slowly swept over each general with a pair of ringed eyes, and said in a deep voice: "We must capture Huaizhou City as quickly as possible, and then go straight to the hinterland of Jingzhou, and cooperate with General Liu Ba to capture Xiling City." ”

The generals clenched their fists and took their lives.

As dusk approached, the East Vietnamese army began to attack the city.

From the very beginning, the eastern, western, and northern aspects of Huaizhou City were all attacked by the East Vietnamese Army, and they were constantly taking turns, from dusk to late at night.

Due to the small number of people in the Chu army guarding the city, there was no way to rest at all, and after one night, although the city was still in the hands of the Chu army, everyone was already exhausted, and if it continued like this, it was unknown whether it could hold tomorrow.

Wei Tian looked at the tired soldiers on the city wall, at a loss, and suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.