(ps: I made a mistake in the number of chapters in the previous chapter, sorry"

This poem is indeed very appropriate, and Wu Yuanqing, who knows the trend of this war and its subsequent impact, feels that this poem is completely written for the Tang Dynasty to destroy the Turkic War. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

And Wei Chigong, who doesn't know what will happen in the future, also feels that this poem is written very heroically, the great confidence in his own strength and the infinite expectation and vision for the victory of the war in the coming year, so that Wei Chigong, a battle-hardened general, can't help but feel agitated.

"Good, good, good words, good meaning, you kid is better" Wei Chi smiled respectfully.

"Write it down, write it down for the old man, the old man should have a good taste," laughed, Wei Chigong shouted loudly.

Wu Yuanqing wrote this Xijiangyue poem to Yu Chigong with his dog-like words, and then he and Cheng Chumo were forced to rush out of the Shuai Mansion with Wei Chigong, who wanted to savor it.

After two days of non-stop driving, the two of them were already tired, so they returned to the arranged house and slept in the dark.

The grain was transported to the Shuofang base camp, and Cheng Chumo's escort mission was over. After early the next morning, Cheng Chumo was assigned the task of leading his men out of Shuofang City.

And Wu Yuanqing went back to his room and slept again, and only got up at noon.

After getting up, he, the grain transport officer, didn't have much to do, so he wanted to revisit the old place, to be honest, he went to Shuofang City last year, and he did it with Liang Shidu's people in minutes, and he didn't have time to take a good look around.

Compared with the east city burned into white ground, the west city is much better, although the houses are dilapidated, but they are neat, the streets and alleys drill a few back and forth, and appreciate the rough mine architectural style of the frontier.

Turning around, Wu Yuanqing walked to the west gate, and found that there were a lot of people gathered here, talking to the soldiers guarding the city, looking very excited.

"Hey, I wondered why I didn't see anyone for a long time just now, and my feelings have gathered here." Wu Yuanqing muttered, and then squeezed through the gossip.

"Uncle, what are you doing here, what's wrong" Wu Yuanqing asked the old man beside him curiously.

"Don't you know, Wu Yuanqing came to Shuofang last night," the old man said without replying.

"Well, does his arrival in Shuofang have anything to do with your gathering here?" Wu Yuanqing asked puzzled.

"Of course it matters, that evil star is coming, can this Xicheng still be saved? If we don't leave the city quickly, will we still wait for him to burn us all to death?" said the old man impatiently, and then continued to shout loudly and hoarsely.

Then Wu Yuanqing listened carefully, and only then did he hear clearly what the old man's hoarse shouting was about.

"We want to go out of the city, we don't want to be burned to death, military master, please let us go out of the city"

This is what the old man shouted over and over, and the others shouted basically the same, all expressing their desire to get out of the city and not be burned to death.

It turned out that just this morning, some soldiers in the city were chatting about how the grain transport team that arrived last night was magically sliding in the snow in a way that no one had ever seen, and then said that this method was thought up by Wu Yuanqing, the youngest Hou Ye in the Tang Dynasty.

Then, this word happened to be heard by the residents of the city who were passing by, and the news of Wu Yuanqing's arrival in Shuofang spread far and wide, and the people who stayed behind all knew about it.

As soon as the people heard it, what, the disaster star that burned the East City last year has arrived, and this is worth it, he burned the East City without saying a word last year, and he will not burn our West City this year.

No, this Shuofang City can't stay, and if you stay any longer, your life will be lost, so you pack up your things and leave the city.

At the moment of the war, martial law in the city had long been under martial law, how could it be possible to allow the people to leave the city at will, let alone let so many people leave the city, so the city defenders stopped them, and then there was this noisy scene in front of them.

Oh, I'll go, is Lao Tzu so terrible? There may be a war here, and you are still holding on and unwilling to leave, why do you have to leave when Lao Tzu comes.

Could it be that Lao Tzu alone is more terrifying than a large army at war? Wu Yuanqing thought with tears and laughter.

"Everyone is shouting, why don't you shout, aren't you afraid" The old man shouted for a long time, probably tired and wanted to rest, remembering that someone around him had just asked him, but this time there was no sound, so he turned his head and asked.

"Hey, the young man is not from our Shuofang," the old man found that he didn't know.

"Hehe, no," Wu Yuanqing said with a dry smile.

"Then where are you, why do I look so familiar," the old man asked with a wink of dry yellow eyes.

"This, that, I came here last year, you may have seen me at that time," Wu Yuanqing hesitated and said.

"Oh, last year" The old man subconsciously nodded, then stopped suddenly, looked at Wu Yuanqing with wide eyes and horror, and took a photo of the figure he had seen from a distance last year in his memory, and he was speechless.

Half ringing

An old hoarse cry of terror pierced the sky.

"You're Wu Yuanqing!"

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Looking at the people who were quiet for an instant and ran away without a trace, Wu Yuanqing was stunned,

The north wind swept loose snow through the air, and a sense of desolation called Xiao Se pervaded.

When Wei Chigong rushed over to appease the people, what he saw was the desolate appearance of Wu Yuan Qingsheng squatting by the city wall without love.

After learning that Wu Yuanqing just showed his face and scared all the people who were about to leave the city home, Wei Chigong couldn't stop gloating.

It's also strange to say that since Wu Yuanqing showed his face, no one has said anything about going out of the city for fear of being burned to death.

Just when Wu Yuanqing showed a smile and felt that these people wanted to understand who they were and were no longer afraid, rumors began to circulate in the army that Wu Hou Ye was too famous, and the people in the city were desperate and obediently waiting for death at home.

After hearing this rumor, Wu Yuanqing was so angry that his face was darker than the bottom of the pot, and he couldn't eat for a few days.

A few more days passed, and the samurai's caravan was finally late. Knowing that there was no danger along the road, and there was no loss of personnel or goods, Wu Yuanqing showed a long-lost smile.

The war between the Tang Dynasty and the Turks has already begun, and the battle is not counted, but small-scale conflicts occur all the time, especially the small troops sent by the two sides to ride and explore the horses are even more tragic. The corpses of soldiers on both sides could be seen everywhere in the wilderness to the north of Shuofang.

In mid-December, snowflakes the size of goose feathers fell again in the sky, and in a short time the terrible battlefield was covered.

The heavy snow fell intermittently for four or five days, and the follow-up army led by Li Jing arrived silently outside Shuofang City in such a pitiful wind and snow with low visibility.