"Old man, did you win the first battle in the south?" The battle of Dingjun Mountain had just ended, and the sky was not yet bright, and in the cold winter of March, he received a communication from his daughter-in-law.

"It's not bad, but it's also damaged."

Responding with a smile, Cold Winter March spoke: "How is the situation in the north?" Can Chen Cang take it? ”

In the Dashang military camp west of Chen Cang, a woman in armor shook her head slowly: "It's hard to say, you know the strength of the Great Zhou, how can it be so easy to overcome the pass." ”

"Then don't rush it, wait until I go north."

"I know, you can rest assured that you must pay attention to safety when you go north alone."

The two exchanged a few words of encouragement in a whisper, and soon hung up the communication and went their separate ways.

It was also at this time that most of the Great Zhou Lord players in the Chen Cang camp knew the news that the ambush soldiers and horses arranged in the south were defeated and scattered.

After a while, the letter of the war report was sent to Lian Po.

Getting this bad news late at night, Lian Po suddenly fell asleep.

The Keigu ambush ended in failure, and now he not only had to worry that the big merchant soldiers and horses would quickly move north, but also had to guard against the possibility that they might directly grab the warships in the upper reaches of the Danshui and then go deep into the territory of the Great Zhou.

"Order a few lieutenant generals to follow me to the dynasty commander's barracks."

Lian Po hurriedly got up and left the big tent, and at the same time, the reputation of the fish fishing in Tongguan was also hung by the same news.

Bitter March in the winter!

The guy who has been squeezed out of Da Zhou by him.

He was able to bite himself from behind at this time.

"There are changes in the war in Sanfu, and it is likely that it will not be able to dispatch a large army in time to defend Chang'an."

Counting the changes in the battle situation brought about by the victory in the first battle in the cold winter of March, he thought about it for a long time before clicking on the player communication and confirming an ID that he had not been in contact with for a long time.

It took more than ten seconds for the prompt to sound before the communication was connected.

As soon as it was connected, he heard a sneer: "I thought you could calm down." ”

"Brother Spicy Strip, it's too early to see my jokes at this moment, right?"

Although his brain was very heavy, his voice had returned to his former lowness: "It's just a small victory in March in the cold winter, and it is impossible for the big merchants and soldiers to defeat me so easily." ”

The spicy strip on the other side of the communication was still smiling, and asked rhetorically, "Oh? So, what are you looking for me to do now? ”

"I need time to clean up the big business before I can free up my hands to deal with other opponents."

He paused and changed his tone to a request: "I know Brother Spicy's ability, I must have a way to drag Datang and Daqin for at least a month." ”

"A month? Heh~ Why should I help you? ”

Spicy Tiao is still not in a hurry, and selling his reputation can only accentuate his voice: "Helping me is not helping yourself?" Before, you planned to divide the Mengke, and many alliances fought together in Big Dream City, and it must feel uncomfortable to fall short. If you let Big Dream City take advantage again this time, your life will not be easy. ”

After speaking, the spicy strip was silent.

After nearly half a minute, I heard the other party speak: "I'll help you this time, next time I have action, you will participate unconditionally." ”

"Okay, that's a deal."

"It's a deal."

………

North of Weishui, the Tang army camp.

With the convergence of the eastern and western armies, the Tang soldiers gathered on the bank of the river at this moment said that there were nearly 1780,000. The camp stretched densely around, but the commander's tent was wrapped in the middle and tightly covered.

The commander of the Tang army is the second prince of the dynasty, who is in charge of the Chinese army at this moment, and the left and right columns can be described as full of talents.

There are not only many generals in the dynasty, but also great lords of the dynasty like Qianlong Zaiyuan.

However, among the many seats, there is one figure that is very eye-catching.

It was a bald young man dressed as a monk, dressed in a purple-gold robe, and no matter what others were talking about, he always closed his eyes, like an old monk.

If Mo Xiaobai was there, he would definitely be able to recognize it.

This bald head is Cheng Le, the Huiwu monk of the Huasheng Temple.

With the detailed description of the military deployment in the next ten days, many generals and lords got up one after another to say goodbye, leaving only Cheng Le still sitting in his seat.

The second prince turned his gaze to Cheng Le at this time, and asked, "Master, according to what you see, is it best for me to postpone crossing the river?" ”

Cheng Le slowly opened his eyes, but his movements were very similar to those of a senior monk: "The poor monk does not know the military formation, and this trip is only entrusted to His Royal Highness to protect him, and he does not ask about the rest of the things." ”

The second prince smiled at the moment: "The master is too modest, who in the Tang Dynasty doesn't know that you are not only a master of Buddhism and sticks, but also the expansion of the temple and the formation of drills. ”

"The prince praised, but he didn't dare to take it."

Although Cheng Le has been complaining in his heart that this prince is endless, he still has to do a full set of surface work. He finally promoted the Huasheng Temple, and he definitely couldn't smash the signboard by himself.

Just as the second prince was about to speak, a pawn suddenly walked outside the account: "Your Highness, General Xiong, who supervised the transportation of grain and grass, has returned." ”

"Oh? Uncle Xiong is here, and he moves really fast. The second prince's face was full of joy, and he didn't care about arguing with Cheng Le anymore, so he waved his hand and said, "Uncle Xiong, come in." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a man with a tiger's back open the curtain.

"The last general is magnificent, see Your Highness."

"No courtesy."

The second prince nodded slightly, and then smiled: "Uncle Xiong, can you go all the way smoothly?" ”

"Naturally, it went very well."

Xiong Kuo nodded immediately, and at the same time, his eyes inadvertently swept to Cheng Le on the side.

In an instant, the two looked at each other.

It was also at this moment that Cheng Le, who had been maintaining a meditative posture, suddenly moved.

Both hands slammed the desk, slapping the entire table towards Xiong Kuo.

"Bang"

With a loud bang, Xiong Kuo smashed the desk with one punch, causing countless fragments to fly around.

Cheng Le suddenly became difficult, not to mention that Xiong Kuo's eyes were full of doubts, even the second prince didn't understand: "Master, what do you mean by this?" ”

"Your Highness, this person is not Xiong Kuo." Cheng Le had already gotten up and jumped in front of the second prince at this time, and the energy around him was surging: "When I clean him up, His Highness will naturally know." ”

Isn't it Xiong Kuo?

Who would that be?

The second prince didn't figure it out, but the two of them had already fought again.

One with a fist and one with a palm.

All of them are tigers and tigers, and strong winds are howling.

The momentum of the duel between the two is becoming more and more intense, and the battle tricks used are getting stronger and stronger. Soon, Xiong Kuo took the lead in jumping upward, and jumped out directly from the top of the tent.

Cheng Le followed, almost jumping into the air with his front and back feet.

The figure was still rising, and the essence in his palm had already exploded, forming a huge dragon head with the dance of his arms.

"Descend the Dragon's Palm!"

When Cheng Le's right palm pushed down violently, the entire dragon body also appeared.

The golden dragon roared and swooped, colliding with the dozens of fist prints that Xiong Kuo hastily swung sideways in an instant.

"Roar~~"

The dragon roared for hundreds of miles, and the golden light bloomed between the collisions, so that both sides of the Huaishui River could see clearly.

Qianlong Zaiyuan and the others, who had not gone too far, turned around one after another, looking at the sky above the commander's military tent, with different expressions in their eyes.

High in the air, Cheng Le's figure slowly fell:

"Amitabha, the donor of spicy strips, there is this seat here, and you can't be wild."