Chapter 733: He's not

In front of the dilapidated houses that collapsed in the middle of the ruins, Wu Bushan looked at the weeping willow swaying in the night breeze in the village, and was stunned. The willow leaves have almost fallen, and the thousands of soft branches seem to have lost the grace of summer, and in the cold night of late autumn, it looks a little solemn.

"It's a pity."

"That's good."

He said two sentences, the sound was about the same, but the meaning was diametrically opposed.

Fei Liu, who was standing beside him, didn't understand, he thought that the two words said by the stall head were a pity. So he remembered the arrow he shot at Li Shimin, and his regretful expression immediately covered his face. Until now, he is still a little difficult to let go, he has been thinking that if the arrow shot himself in Li Shimin's throat at that time, I am afraid that the situation at this time would have been very different. Han Shicao is dead, if Li Shimin dies again, there is no need for the lord to lead the army to come, and Li Shimin's men and horses will be like a collapsed snow-capped mountain, and no one can recover.

Therefore, he felt that it was a pity that it was very 100%.

It's a pity.

He sighed to himself, if he had been more skilled in archery, he would definitely aim for the throat that would kill him instead of the heart that would be easier to hit. There is no doubt that even if Li Shimin is wearing full armor, the thin layer of chain mail around his neck will definitely not be able to block the armor-piercing cone.

What he didn't know was that since Li Shimin met Li Xian, he had learned one thing that he should learn the most, that is, he was afraid of death.

Li Shimin knew that Li Xian had a lot of life-saving means, the deerskin bag on Li Xian's waist was like a treasure chest, there were no surprises, and he also had a soft hedgehog armor on his body. Not to mention the feather arrows, even if the horizontal knife is directly cut on the body, it may not be able to hurt him. But Li Shimin escaped from Chang'an City in a hurry, and he had no place to find a soft armor like Li Xian, but he could hide a heart guard in his clothes.

Although the effect of the heart shield is not as good as that of the soft hedgehog armor, it can also save life.

"I should have shot Li Shimin in the throat."

Fei Liu said.

"You've done well enough, and your archery is good enough."

Wu Bushan turned his head to Fei Liu, smiled and said, "Don't always look at the bad side of things and never forget it, you can't go back and change anything that has happened." Since you failed to shoot Li Shimin, then why do you always think about what you should have done at that time? You can think of it this way, but not for regret...... Write down the things you can think of, and the next time you kill someone, you will naturally use them. ”

"But if I kill Li Shimin, there is no need for the lord to come to Xiangyang."

"You're wrong."

Wu Bushan said: "Even if there is no Li Shimin, the lord still has to come to Xiangyang." Because there is not only one Li Shimin here, but also Xiao Milling. What the lord wants is to dominate the world, not half of the country, how can he allow other people in the world to call him the king and the emperor? ”

He patted Fei Liu's shoulder and said, "So you don't need to be so frustrated, after all, if you hadn't shot Li Shimin's arrow, maybe the situation that day wouldn't have been so chaotic, maybe ...... Li Shimin will die at the hands of Han Shicao. But if you think about it seriously, if Han Shicao survives, is it better than Li Shimin surviving? ”

"They all deserve to die!"

Fei Liu clenched his fists and said.

"yes, they all deserve to die."

Wu Bushan said seriously: "From the perspective of the Military Inspectorate, all those who stand in the opposite position of His Royal Highness King Yan deserve to die. It doesn't matter if they've done evil things or not, whether they're good people or not. But there are times when the damned die when they deserve to die, and it is the most perfect. ”

"Stall...... I don't understand what you mean. ”

Fei Liu asked in surprise.

"I said just now it's a pity, it's a pity that the rebellion in Li Shimin's camp was brought under control so quickly, I thought Li Shimin would lose more. There were fewer deaths, the rebellion ended too quickly, and seventy percent of the combat strength of the soldiers under Li Shimin's command was preserved, which was a pity. ”

"I said gratifying, because what we didn't do well, maybe someone will...... The thirteenth heir killed Han Shixu, but did not take the opportunity to kill Li Shimin...... I haven't fully figured out what he's going to do, but it's certain that he has a big plan. What he wants is not only Li Shimin's life, but perhaps everything Li Shimin. ”

"Stall, will the thirteenth heir defect?"

Fei Liu asked with some concern.

"Mutiny?"

Wu Bushan smiled dumbly, then shook his head and said: "He is not a person from our military inspection department, nor is he a person from the lord, who is he rebelling with?" He is just a person who is ready to avenge himself, and when he entered Li Shimin's army, he did not arrange for him to go in, but he went in by himself. ”

"Where do you say mutiny?"

Wu Bushan said with a smile: "There are many kinds of rebellion in this world, but there are almost no people who betray themselves. ”

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On both sides of the official road, the endless camps look like a mountain bag of uneven heights. The lights are brilliant, illuminating the night sky within a radius of more than ten miles. The soldiers patrolling the camp were brightly armoured, and they walked with their chests held high. On the periphery of the camp, there were many scouts hiding in the shadows and guarding, and there were also rangers flying back and forth.

Although it was certain that there were no enemies within a radius of several hundred miles in this area, the battalion was meticulously prepared. Pei Xingyan, the general on duty at night, sat in his tent and drank tea, for people like him, drinking tea was never a pleasure. He would rather drink the worst wine than the most expensive tea.

But whenever he was on duty, Pei Xingyan never drank alcohol, only tea.

The tea is very sweet and refreshing.

The taste is slightly bitter and can be refreshing.

Every time Pei Xingyan took a sip, he would frown. He can tolerate and even enjoy the pungency of spirits, but he can hardly tolerate the slight bitterness of tea. Although he knew that nothing would happen, Pei Xingyan would not be lazy to sleep. Every once in a while he would come out of his tent and inspect the camp with his own soldiers.

This is a habit cultivated after ten years of war, and I don't want to die unexplained, so I take every expedition seriously, even every day, even if it is a day without war.

After drinking the tea in the empty pot, Pei Xingyan calculated that the time was almost up, put on his iron helmet, and walked out of the military tent with a pair of copper hammers. Dozens of pro-soldiers, also with hammers, followed him closely and strode forward. The night is already very deep, this is Pei Xingyan's second inspection tonight, and it should have passed.

But in the middle of the night, when he walked not far from King Yan's military tent, Pei Xingyan saw the stubborn figure again, although it was weaker. The man was not tall, thin, and wore a leather armor that didn't fit well, so it looked a little funny. And what he was doing at this time also seemed a little funny. But whether it is Pei Xingyan or his own soldiers, they will not find that person funny.

He's drawing a knife.

Draw the knife and place it in the sheath. Draw the knife again, and put it into the sheath again.

If Pei Xingyan walked closer, he would definitely see the pain between the young man's eyebrows. His arms were swollen and tall, his legs were shaking uncontrollably, the corners of his mouth had been bitten and bleeding, and his neck was as stiff as petrified, but he still kept repeating the action of drawing the knife.

"The lord has accepted a good disciple......

Pei Xingyan looked at the figure of the young man and sighed, and continued to walk out. He had heard that when the lord followed General Daxi to learn the knife, he was also so tormented every day to complete this boring action again and again. He is not a master of using knives, but he knows that he does this to exercise the strength of his arms and the speed of his reactions, but training of this intensity is very likely to ruin his body.

Just after Pei Xingyan walked out more than a dozen steps away, he heard a sound behind him. It was the sound of a horizontal knife falling to the ground, which was especially crisp in the quiet of the night.

He shook his head again and didn't stop.

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……

Ye Huaixi, who fell to the ground, tried to stand up several times, but was unsuccessful. His right arm was swollen and high, and he trembled involuntarily violently. His left hand was covered with knife marks, and it was so bloody that people couldn't help but feel chills when they saw it. Not every time the sheath is accurate, so his left hand holding the scabbard is full of cuts.

His two legs were no longer able to stand up, and the hand that was supporting the ground gradually lost the last bit of strength, and with a plop, Ye Huaixi fell to the ground, and his jaw slammed hard.

"You're not him, so why force yourself to repeat his path?"

I don't know when, Jia'er walked over with Ye Huaisleeve in her arms. Looking at the young man in front of him who was lying on the ground gasping for breath, like a demon who had just come out of the ground, Ye Huaisleeve couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

"You're different."

She said.

After breathing for a long time, Ye Huaixi had the strength to raise his head and look at Ye Huaichong: "I know that I am different from my husband...... But I don't think there's anything wrong with what you're talking about. Could it be that physical differences are the difference between success and failure? I don't think so...... The reason why I want to follow the same path as my husband is because he succeeded. ”

She said seriously, "You know, I need to succeed. Mr. said that the worker wants to do his job well...... You have to sharpen your tools first. My own body is my instrument, and this instrument must become sharp as soon as possible. ”

Ye Huaisleeve originally wanted to say that you are not from the Ye family, but you are as paranoid as the people of the Ye family. But after thinking about it, this young man accompanies Ashina Duoduo all day long, and this paranoia can be regarded as coming from the Ye family.

"Jia'er, help him to rest."

Ye Huaisleeve said lightly and did not continue to persuade anything.

"No......"

Ye Huaixi struggled to stand up by himself, and then picked up the horizontal knife as a crutch to stabilize his body.

"Three more than three years away."

He said.

Then he drew his knife, sheathed it, and fell down again.

He fell to the ground gasping and muttered, "It's not ...... Twice. ”

Ye Huaisleeve shook his head and slowly walked into Li Xian's big tent. Looking at the young man who was sitting quietly reading under the lamplight, Ye Huaisleeve said softly: "You have picked up a good disciple." ”

She sat down not far from Li Xian, and said with a smile: "Daxi Changru will still mention it now, when you followed him into the grassland to learn art. It seems that Ashina's association rate and you are a person with the same temperament, and they are stubborn and conceited to the bones. I don't know if Daxi Changru knew that he had such a disciple, should he shake his head and smile bitterly or be proud? ”

Li Xian smiled and did not answer.

Ye Huaisleeve sighed and said: "Maybe I really shouldn't tell him about you, I just didn't expect that he actually had this perseverance, and there don't seem to be many people I know who can persevere." ”

"You can tell him more when you're fine."

Li Xian said softly: "Since you promised Duoduo to make him mature, you can't really do nothing." Sometimes you can't really comprehend it when you just look at it with your own eyes. I need to listen to it too...... You know, I'm never going to tell my story because ...... It doesn't seem to be much joy in it. I'm also cowardly at times...... Fear of recollection. ”

Ye Huaisleeve was slightly stunned, and then nodded: "It's actually good to have a successor, just assume that he inherited your story." ”

Li Xian slowly raised his head, looked at the petite figure outside, and said seriously: "Fortunately, he is not...... Otherwise I will kill him. I don't want such an enemy to be in the steppe in the future. ”

PS: When I got up in the morning, I felt very cold, and sure enough, I had a fever, and I wanted to die of coughing, and I wish everyone good health and stay away from illness.