On the way back to the camp after the banquet, Du Fujiao smiled casually: "I think the captain's method is very good." In his opinion, the Han army's construction of the city and the Xia state camp have little to do with it. Liu Zhijian patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "These people don't know the goods." Zhao Xingde also smiled.

On the foundation site of Nanshan City in the distance, work is almost non-stop day and night. The wooden poles held the lanterns high, and the shirtless people gasped for breath, and the heavy ramming pestle was smashed down, and the sound of "servant" and "servant" was repeated again and again. Next to the half-built city wall, there were groups of burden-bearers, mud, wicker weavers, sweating like rain, this scene reminded him of the big construction sites of later generations.

After returning to the camp, Du Chuijiao and Liu Zhijian retired. Zhao Xingde's thoughts turned back to building the city. "There's volcanic ash everywhere on the Taibai Mountain, maybe you can try to get some concrete." He smiled a little self-deprecatingly. "I am the captain of the eighth battalion of Xia Guo Chengying, and I am not a craftsman who built the city. This kind of thing, just think like Blowing Horn and Zhijian. Zhao Xingde said to himself. He felt a little stuffy in his heart, so he took out the horizontal knife he carried with him, took off his armor, and slashed it outside the tent one by one, gradually falling into the realm of forgetting things and me. The horizontal knife technique in this set of troops is not fancy, and there are only a few chopping and stabbing movements that come and go. After practicing a few seemingly boring and clumsy movements, it is said that the swordsmanship is so good that even if the enemy is wearing several layers of iron armor, he can split it in half with one sword.

Han Ningshuang put down the pen in her hand and finished the official document at hand, it was time for the moon to rise in the east mountain. Stretching her waist, she relaxed slightly, and couldn't help but think of the French style of factory building the city that Zhao Xingde mentioned during the dinner.

There is no doubt that the factory-based city building method can greatly improve the progress of city construction, and Han Ningshuang was really said to be a little tempting, but Wang Xuansu, who presided over the city construction in the Han army, resolutely opposed it and gave up. As a general, you can't use anything for yourself. Wang Xuansu may not be right, but he is the most proficient person in the Han army, Han Ningshuang chose to believe his judgment, but he was faintly sorry for Zhao Xingde in his heart.

Zhao Xingde is like a real craftsman, the seriousness and concentration, as well as the expression of extreme disappointment after the suggestion is not accepted, cannot be pretended. The gentle smile that followed was even more impressive. Even in the Xia Kingdom, the status of the captain of the Protector Mansion is higher than that of ordinary craftsmen. Han Ningshuang can only attribute Zhao Xingde's enthusiasm and ability to engineering to his hobby, and he enjoys it. It is the one who knows that is not as good as the good, and the good one is not as good as the one who is happy. She is familiar with history books, and she is used to reading all kinds of things in the world, and she knows that there are many strange habits of strangers, which are like dragon's scales that cannot be touched.

For example, there was once an emperor who liked to do business, pretending to be a small shopkeeper and letting the eunuchs and palace maids buy it, and he could bargain for the price. It is also more than once a prime minister who likes to instruct the chef to make some ingenious dishes according to ancient poems, the taste is light and strange, known as the prime minister's bearing, and governing a big country is like cooking a small fresh. Another example is a queen mother, who likes to design some official kiln styles, and if the concubines who are backward have the heart and eye to cherish them, they can praise one or two sentences better than giving her any treasures. However, any porcelain in the palace that did not suit her wishes, no matter how beautiful, would be discontinued. In many cases, the hobbies of the powerful are as harmless as playthings, and in other cases, their hobbies are a great disaster for the community and the grass people. Because of this, although Han Ningshuang has been learning piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since childhood, she has always maintained an indifferent attitude towards these things.

In Han Ningshuang's view, Zhao Xingde is keen on the crafts of craftsmen such as ironmaking and city building, and it also comes from a heartfelt hobby. Just like some people like to listen to music and have fun, and some people like to eat and drink. But on the other hand, when he was denied by others in this regard, the setback was much greater than others thought. But after all, he did not insist on his own claims and respected the decision of the Han army.

A gentle smile appeared in front of him, and a hint of a smile appeared on the corner of Han Ningshuang's mouth, but she immediately frowned slightly. "Does this person really care?" Zhao Xingde's talent, preference and confidence in the craftsman's craft are categorically unfake. I can accept it so calmly. "Is it because of his stoic and ruthless nature, or is he a city in his heart?" She slung her big hat over her shoulders and stood up. "Captain Zhao has done his best for the Han army, if there is a chance, he still has to make up for it." Han Ningshuang stepped out of the tent.

"Marshal, do you want to patrol the camp?" Wang Ji asked in a deep voice.

"Hmm." Han Ningshuang nodded.

It's also a perennial habit. After reading the official documents in the evening, he took the guards to inspect the sentry posts, not only to relieve the fatigue of the day, but also to visit the subordinates on duty. As the Han army camp became larger and larger, it was no longer possible for Han Ningshuang to patrol all the posts every day, but her habit was retained by almost all Han army generals. The generals can only sleep peacefully after checking the outposts.

A bright moon hung in the air, Han Ningshuang took a deep breath of air, her eyes became cold, and her gaze became a little cold. In terms of the art of war, the night of the full moon is the most suitable for sneak attacks and robbery camps.

"Marshal." "Marshal." The sentry teams met along the way all consciously paid tribute on the side of the road.

Several generations of the Han family have been working hard for decades, and Han Ningshuang has also been running in many ways to maintain and operate such a force in Liaodong. The Han army in Guannan, Suzhou, five or six thousand of them are elite veterans for many years, that is, the total number of Han troops called by Han Ningshuang in the Protectorate Mansion is about thousands. The other more than 20,000 people are the recruits recently recruited by the cottage, although the training has not been long, but one has an old pawn as the backbone, and the other is very neat in military robes, armor, swords and arrows, and it looks like a bit of a strong soldier. Whenever this happens, Han Ningshuang is as happy as a family.

Han Ningshuang also nodded to them, and there was no obstruction along the way, stopping and stopping. When I came to the place where Xia Guoying set up a village, I heard a broken shout: "Stop coming!" ”

Han Ningshuang was slightly stunned and stopped.

Wang Ji strode in front of the marshal, and wanted to take a few steps forward, but shouted from behind the camp: "Who is coming?" If you force your way into the camp again, you will have to release arrows. "Xia Guoying had only been in Suzhou for half a day, so he built a low wall around the camp assigned to them, dug a trench, and found a antler stake from nowhere to block the door. The torches at the entrance of the camp were carried outward, illuminating the surrounding area of the camp, but the sergeants hid in the dark behind the low walls and antlers, and only the light of bows and arrows and swords could be faintly seen outside.

Because Suzhou Guannan is a safe hinterland, the Han army's camps are far more simple than the Xia State camp, many of them only have camp tents, some of them lay a circle of antlers outside, and there are almost no walls to dig trenches. Xia Guoying's way of camping like a great enemy is the rule of the marching department, and it is a perennial habit. In the eyes of the Han army, it was simply a hostile act.

Wang Ji's face froze, and he said in a deep voice: "Marshal Han inspected the barracks and didn't open the gate of the wall. ”

Du Blowing's voice came from behind the antlers: "General Xiao Wang, don't blame, there is no military order, the gate of the village is closed at night, and no one is allowed to enter the camp." ”

Han Ningshuang's brows furrowed slightly, but Wang Ji had already shouted: "Du Dutou, what are you talking about, Marshal Han is here, and he is not allowed to enter?" ”

Du Chuijiao smiled and said: "Forgive me, the rules are like this, even if Your Majesty is here, General Zhang is here, and without General Zhao's general order, he is not allowed to set foot in the camp." ”

Seeing that he didn't mean to give in at all, Wang Ji couldn't help but say angrily: "Suzhou is the place of my Han army, and I can't tolerate you to be so presumptuous!" He had just taken a step forward when he heard a "whoosh" and the arrow went straight into the ground no more than three inches from his front foot, half of which was inserted into the ground, leaving only a tail feather to shake.

Du Blowhorn apologized loudly: "I'm sorry, General Wang, the military regulations are difficult to violate, don't embarrass your brother." ”

Wang Ji's face was pale, how could he bear this evil breath, and he was about to have a seizure, but he heard Han Ningshuang's voice say: "Annoying Du Dutou, General Tong Bingzhao." At this moment, a majestic voice also came from inside the camp: "What's the matter? ”

Zhao Xingde swung his knife and slashed thousands of times, and sweat soaked through his clothes. He heard the voice at the camp gate, and came over. Du Blowing Jiaobing said: "Captain Zhao, Marshal Han is here to inspect the sentry. The last general had told them that without a military order, even His Majesty and the general could not set foot on it. He said this with great austerity. When the new sergeant was training in the Rong army, he would as usual tell Zhou Yafu about refusing Emperor Wen of Han to enter the camp as an example, and the emperor and the general of the Xia State would not be bored in this matter.

Zhao Xingde nodded to Du Blowhorn, walked to the antlers, and said in a deep voice: "If you want to enter the camp at night, you can't empty your mouth, you have to get layers of military orders, if Marshal Han wants to come in, you only need to give the next military order of the Han Army Marshal Mansion to Zhao." He paused and said with a smile, "Military discipline is like this, please be more considerate." If Marshal Han has something to summon, Zhao will be in front of the account at any time to obey orders. ”

Han Ningshuang's face was originally slightly cold, but she couldn't get angry when she saw Zhao Xingde. Seeing that he came out with a scabbard in his hand and a piece of sweat stains on his clothes, he asked through the antlers, "Is General Zhao practicing horizontal swords?" ”

"Exactly," Zhao Xingde patted the scabbard lightly and said with a smile: "The ability to save your life." He bowed his hand to the guards behind him, "You patrol the camp hard. Zhao Xingde had a lot of prestige in the Han army, and Wang Ji and other Han army guards returned the salute one after another, and some said: "Mr. Zhao has been promoted." "There was a bit of tension in the right place, and the bait disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Han Ningshuang's eyes moved slightly, looked left and right, and said with a smile: "Since this is the case, it is inconvenient for us to disturb." ”

She said goodbye to Zhao Xingde, turned around and left with the guards, and sighed secretly: "Only such a military discipline is as strong as iron can it be called as solid as a rock." When did my Liaodong Han army have such military discipline and such a general. Thinking of this, Zhao Xingde's appearance became more and more distinct. After walking a distance, Han Ningshuang suddenly remembered something, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "He is known for being good at bows and arrows, but he didn't expect that he was still practicing horizontal sword skills, no wonder he can see that every time Zong Han shoots a knife, his head and shoulders must be slightly deflected in the opposite direction." ”