Ah Da is the name of the Yi people for their father.

After Luo Longzuo finished speaking, Luo Jiuzhong also nodded, but Luo Jiuxi said: "Azonimoja, who doesn't know what you're talking about?" It's just that my Shaxi Luo clan lives in Shuixi, although the court is strong, it is far away from my Shaxi, and although the An clan is weak, it is close to my Shaxi.

"If I, the Shaxi Luo clan, betray the An clan and follow the imperial court to attack Mu Oge, and in the future, the imperial court army will withdraw, and then entrust Shuixi to the governance of the An clan, won't my Shaxi Luo clan be a traitor to Shuixi in vain?"

Nemoja is the Yi word for an uncle's nephew or uncle's name for a nephew.

Luo Longzuo listened to his uncle's words, and was about to say something more, but was interrupted by Luo Jiuzhong.

"Azuo, what you Jiuxi Panwu said is very right. You are still young, and you must learn to be thoughtful in the future! ”

At this time, Luo Jiuzhong had made up his mind, and as soon as the discussion was over, he immediately sent his younger brother Luo Jiuxi with hundreds of men and horses to rush to Guizhou Xuanwei Mansion in Dafang Muoge Mountain City to report for help.

At the same time, Luo Jiuzhong also accepted the suggestion of his son Luo Longzuo, and retreated more than 100 steps back to the Yi soldiers stationed at the bridgehead on the west bank of the Lengshui River, and camped under a watchtower closest to the river bank, which could be regarded as a little show of weakness to the officers and soldiers, or the intention of not taking the initiative to start a war.

In the afternoon of the same day, the clouds and fog on the Lengshui River cleared, and standing high in the official and military camp on the east bank of the hillside, you could see the movement in the distance to the west.

Wu Zhiwang and the others saw that the Yi native soldiers of the Shaxi Luo clan withdrew from the bridge, and knew that they did not dare to resist the official army, and they had the intention of wavering.

At this time, Peng Chaozhu and Qin Gongming both took the initiative to ask for war, including Wang Jianguo, the general of Nanjing Jingying, who traveled thousands of miles and followed him, and also took the initiative to ask for war.

Wang Jianguo said: "My lord, since the Yi soldiers on the other side have retreated, our army has the opportunity to cross the river. As long as our army occupies the west bank of the river, and the last general will transport the cannon to the west bank, the watchtowers that these Yi soldiers rely on will not pose any threat to our army! When the time comes, if they refuse to surrender, there is only one way out! ”

After hearing Wang Jianguo say this, Wu Zhiwang nodded and looked at Qin Liangyu.

Qin Liangyu looked at the towering watchtowers on the other side and said, "Master Wu, General Wang is right!" Although these watchtowers in Shaxiba are tall and sturdy, they must not be able to withstand the bombardment of artillery. Once our army has a foothold on the river bank and transports the artillery to the opposite bank, Shaxi Luo must surrender! ”

Seeing that Qin Liangyu, a veteran who had been in battle for a long time, also said this, Wu Zhiwang made up his mind and said: "In this case, Peng Chaozhu prepares the bridge plank, and tomorrow morning in the fog, be sure to lay the bridge deck to the opposite bank!"

"Qin Gongming, your department has a good rest today, and early tomorrow morning, just wait for the bridge deck to be paved, and you will lead the stone pillar soldiers to attack the opposite bank and seize the bridge!

"Wang Jianguo, take good care of the artillery and ammunition, once General Qin captures the opposite bank tomorrow, you will lead the artillery team, transport artillery across the river, destroy the Shaxi watchtowers on the opposite bank, and open the way for the army to cross the river!"

The three generals listened to Wu Zhiwang's military order, immediately clenched their fists and promised, and each prepared to go separately.

The weather in Shuixi is changing, the sky was originally clear, but in the evening, it suddenly became cloudy, and after dinner, it began to rain lightly.

The light rain continued until late at night, and it did not stop.

Wu Zhiwang, who had decided to attack the Xi'an bridgehead of the Lengshui River the next day, was nervous.

If this rain goes down endlessly, then tomorrow's cannon will arrive on the other side, and I'm afraid it won't play much role for a while!

Although Wu Zhiwang was born as the governor of Denglai, the situation in Denglai back then was definitely more dangerous than what he was in front of, but Wu Zhiwang, as the governor of Denglai, did not come to the front line in person and personally led the army to the battle array.

Wu Zhiwang's dismissal was caused by his disagreement with Mao Wenlong in Dongjiang Town.

Among them, there is the literati spirit of Wu Zhiwang, and there is also Mao Wenlong's lawlessness.

The discord between the two not only caused the predicament of Dongjiang, but also caused the passivity of the imperial court in Liaodong, and directly caused the turn of Wu Zhiwang's own fate.

Those old grievances and entanglements had disappeared with Wu Zhiwang's embarrassment, but with Mao Wenlong's war in the first year of Chongzhen, it once again tortured Wu Zhiwang's mind.

This time he was ordered to come to the southwest to help suppress the rebellion of luxury, which was an opportunity for Emperor Chongzhen to give him Wuzhiwang a chance to make a comeback, if he couldn't grasp it, the rights and wrongs of the year, where would there be the day when the proof was sorted out?

Wu Zhiwang in history, because of disappointment with the government, completely chilled the ambition of making meritorious contributions, resigned at the end of the first year of Chongzhen and returned to his hometown, and on the way back to his hometown contracted the epidemic, and died of illness at the end of the second year of Chongzhen at his home in Lintong, Shaanxi.

At that time, Mao Wenlong had been beheaded by Yuan Chonghuan.

This pair of Fuchen and Zhenchen, who should have cooperated sincerely, because the two accused each other and demolished each other, in the end, no one ended well.

However, in this life, because of the change of Emperor Chongzhen, the fate of these two people also changed.

Mao Wenlong finally soared and became the Marquis of Anton who was personally appointed by the current emperor, and Wu Zhiwang also did not resign because of a series of policies after the new emperor ascended the throne, and also won the trust of the new emperor, and was able to take charge of the affairs of the Nanjing Military Department as the left attendant of the Nanjing Military Department, which was regarded as having the opportunity to realize his life's wishes.

As the saying goes, a great cause can rejuvenate a person, even if he is a gray-haired old man.

At this time, although Wu Zhiwang is over sixty years old, compared with history, not only did he not catch the epidemic because of disappointment when he returned home, but he also became more and more old and energetic.

Because of the continuous rain and non-stop, Wu Zhiwang was worried that the next day's river crossing would not go well, so he didn't close his eyes for a night, and while patiently reading by the lamp, he waited anxiously for the rain outside to stop as soon as possible.

I don't know if it was Wu Zhiwang's prayer in his heart that worked, but at about midnight the next morning, the drizzling rain finally stopped.

The cold water river was full of fog, and it was impossible to distinguish people and objects from a dozen paces away.

Peng Chaozhu, who had to stop work for a night because of the rain, immediately led the Baojing native soldiers under his command, whipped and supervised the captured Yi Miao mountain people, along the already paved bridge deck, to the huge bridge piers on the other side of the river, and built a bridge plate that was flattened and nailed on both sides of the stout logs.

There is a saying called still water deep, which means that the more turbulent the river, the more likely it is to be deep, and conversely, the more turbulent the river, the shallower it may be.

The cold water river is such a quiet and quiet river, but the ubiquitous whirlpools on the river indicate that this is a dangerous river.

Chen Zizhuang and Peng Chaozhu stood side by side on the east bank of the Lengshui River, quietly watching the Yi Miao mountain people carrying the bridge slab on their shoulders as they carried their weight forward in the fog.

Xiang La, the general of the soil who had made a small contribution before, held a shield in one hand and a spear in the other, and followed closely behind these Yi Miao mountain people.

At the end of the bridge that had been paved, he whispered to those Yi Miao mountain people, commanded them to stand on the wide pier at the broken bridge, erect the heavy bridge plate that had been assembled in advance, and then pull the rope tied to the end of the high erection, slowly let it go, try not to make a loud noise, only when the bridge plate fell on the pier, it would wear a muffled sound of "dong".

Moreover, during the whole process, except for the whispered rebuke to the lama, except for the gasping of the people, there was silence in all directions.

If you listen closely, you can hear the early bird calls from time to time in the distance.

The bridge deck is less than five feet wide, and can only accommodate 50 people to carry the bridge slab through at a time, and each time a bridge plate is placed and fixed, Xiang Lama will take these people back to the east bank of the Lengshui River bridgehead, and a group of people will carry the bridge slab forward again.

It wasn't until there was a muffled sound of "dong" on the other side of the bridge for the third time that Chen Zizhuang's heart really fell.

At this time, although the fog is still heavy, the sky has begun to lighten.

Chen Zizhuang heard the sound, glanced at Peng Chaozhu, both of them nodded, and before waiting to report to the lama, Chen Zizhuang turned around and went back to the camp.

A moment later, there was a sound of neat and powerful footsteps in the camp, "click", "click", "click", and "click".

This is the sound of the white pole soldiers marching out of the camp!