In the back garden of the Tang Palace, when Li Shimin, the son of the dynasty, sat in the pavilion in front of the begonia forest, picked up the Longjing tea served inside, slowly tasted the smart fragrance between the tea leaves, squinted his eyes slightly, and stared at the brilliant and prosperous begonia flowers in front of him. In his mind, he still had the scene of the early morning battle, and the Hundred Battles Heroic Division led by Li Jing walked in front of him with high steps. More than 10,000 spearmen are in a strict array, holding their heads high, holding guns, like a moving jungle that pulls the ground to the sky, and the soldiers with shields hold their shields high, wear long knives at their waists, and their steps are neat, and their momentum is like a rainbow, as if they are rushing to the face of the lofty mountains. 50,000 bright armor red cavalry lined up in a neat formation from the camp, marching north without hesitation, the faces of the soldiers were full of pride, the horses under the crotch were in high spirits, the horse team passed by the stands, raising a monstrous dust and sand, like a rolling torrent, surging towards the capital of the Turks.

Li Shimin closed his eyes comfortably, as if he could still feel the rhythmic tremor of the earth when those heroic soldiers walked in front of him, and the kind of melodious rhythm like Hong Zhong Dalu. These are the brainchildren of his hard work and hard work in the past four years as emperor. He felt the blood in his body rush and whizz in every vein, like boiling water, and a hungry desire surged and rolled in his heart. He almost couldn't wait to get the news of Li Jing's successful Northern Expedition to the Turks. He even began to imagine the once-formidable Turkic Great Khan kneeling in front of him. Years of military victories have made it easier and easier for him to play a calm victor in front of everyone, but his desire for victory has become more and more persistent, especially the ** who has caused him great humiliation.

A light and dense footstep came from a distance, and stood far away outside the gazebo. Li Shimin's brows furrowed slightly, and he said loudly, "Junji, come in."

Hou Junji, the squire of the military department, quickly came to his side and knelt down, and said softly: "The minister has a secret report that Jiang Chongwei, the assassin of Hengzhou, is secretly plotting against the Turks and intends to rebel, please make a decision."

"Jiang Chongwei?" Li Shimin's face flashed with a hint of hesitation, and he said in a deep voice, "That Hebei person?"

"Exactly," Hou Junji immediately responded, "The minister found out that a few days ago, he had a secret meeting with Long Tianyou, a Hebei warrior who had taken refuge in **, and secretly discussed for a long time, with bad intentions, and afterwards the whereabouts of several personal soldiers in the Hengzhou Assassin's Mansion were unknown, obviously they inadvertently learned about the secret matter and were killed by Jiang Chongwei."

"I have treated Jiang Chongwei very well, and I have been constantly increasing my rank and becoming a knight, and I have been respectful and respectful, and even his righteous son has been repeatedly promoted. Why is he still so hateful to me?" Li Shimin sighed lightly and said unhappily.

"Please forgive Weichen for saying bluntly, the Hebei generals have always hated our dynasty for killing the Dou thief Liu thief, these Hebei men think that they are deeply favored by Dou Jiande and Liu Heida, and they swear allegiance to them, and they have hidden evil intentions against our dynasty, which is really indispensable." Hou Junji said in a deep voice.

There was a loud bang, and the teacup in Li Shimin's hand was slammed to the ground by him: "Hmph, Dou Jiande, Liu Heida." Hey, Dou Jiande, Liu Heida." The biggest regret in his life was that he couldn't wait to kill Dou Jiande, who was captured in Tiger Prison. At that time, his father and several brothers even secretly feared Dou Jiande, the peerless hero who treated friends and enemies with benevolence and righteousness. It is precisely because of his open-mindedness and generosity that he once made the unruly Meng Haigong and Xu Yuanlang work for him willingly. It is precisely because he has a legacy for the people that the soldiers and civilians of Hebei are even willing to fight for him and kill Tang officials and rebel. And such a person is a person who must be killed, and he can't kill him. Although this world is big, it can't accommodate two tigers. There is already a Li Shimin who loves the people like a son in this world, how can he still tolerate another benevolent and righteous Dou Jiande. Although the idea of killing Dou Jiande was made by his father, if he hadn't secretly fueled the troubles, Dou Jiande would never have died so miserably.

This is the most shameful thing in his life, and it is precisely because of the guilt in his heart that when he sent troops to fight against Liu Heida, who avenged Dou Jiande, he was always confused and hesitant, and always felt as if there was a pair of indifferent and condemning eyes silently watching him, seeing that he was at a loss, and he lost the other. Because of his own hesitation, the Tang Dynasty died on the battlefield in Hebei, how many famous generals who had been dominant, and how many loyal soldiers who had been born and died with themselves and repeatedly broke strong enemies. In the end, only by breaking the embankment and releasing water can we stop the momentum of the Hebei soldiers becoming more and more courageous, and then calmly make a plan to break them gradually. When he recovered his state of mind and was ready to give preferential treatment to Hebei's troops and save his reputation, the then crown prince Li Jiancheng took all his credit, and Hebei's unyielding soldiers died in a bloody storm.

"Since the fault is irreparable, let's continue to make mistakes." Li Shimin struggled to stand up, looked down at Hou Junji, and said coldly, "Although Jiang Chongwei is unruly, with his strong character, he will not lead the Turks back to our border. However, since Hebei's surrender of troops was too fierce and had a deep grudge against our dynasty, we must not tolerate them at this juncture of a decisive battle with the Turks. Junji, listen to orders!"

"The minister is here!" A hint of excitement flashed in Hou Junji's eyes, and he said in a deep voice.

"I order you to lead Zhuge Dewei, hold my military talisman, mobilize the soldiers and horses of Xiang, Xing, Wei, and Hebei, disarm the Hengzhou garrison, execute Jiang Chongwei on the charge of fornicating with the Turks, and arrest his righteous son Jiang Wang. If you resist, you will be killed." Li Shimin said expressionlessly.

"Obey." Hou Junji bowed his head.

"Remember to keep it a secret and not let outsiders know." Li Shimin said lightly.

"I understand." Hou Junji nodded.

When Jiang Forget walked into the Assassin's Mansion, Jiang Chongwei had already put on the Mingguang armor newly sent by the Mansion, and sat quietly on the sandalwood chair in the Assassin's Mansion, holding the cavalry essentials that he had brought from the old land of Hebei and had been secretly storing by his side. Jiang forgot to know that it was the art of war written by Dou Jiande, the hero of Hebei. He had never seen his father-in-law read this book of war in front of him, and a terrible thought arose from the bottom of his heart: Could it be that his father-in-law was really preparing to rebel against Tang?

"Forget your son, yesterday your Uncle Long came to persuade me to betray the Tang Dynasty and defect to the ** Turks. I refused and shot him dead. Before he died, he said that Younei Ying had already told the emperor that I, Jiang Chongwei, intended to betray Tang and join the enemy." Jiang Chongwei's face was calmly eloquent, and he didn't see that Jiang Wang's face had turned iron-blue, "Li Shimin has always intended to kill me, but he has no excuse. Now I finally got my wish. But how can I do what he wants, I have already decided to strike preemptively and rebel against Tang and stand on my own."

"Forget your son, you are not a child of Hebei, over the years, although you and I have been very compatible, but after all, we are not biological father and son, and now your father and I want to recover a few blood debts with Li Shimin, and you are needless to be caught in it." Speaking of this, Jiang Chongwei finally couldn't help but reluctantly glance at Jiang Wang, but immediately buried his head back in the military book and said in a low voice, "You go." Let's go home with those Qingzhou dart masters."

"Father-in-law, in Jiang Wang's memory, there was never a father and mother, and there was no hometown, only a father-in-law. My father-in-law exhausted his efforts to save my life, and he cultivated me with great care, so that I could rise to the top, and become the envy of everyone today, and his kindness to me is very high. Now that the father-in-law has decided to be the Duke of Dou and Liu Shuai and the heroes to repay the blood debt, Jiang Forget is willing to follow him to the death." Jiang Forget leaned over and knelt on the ground and said loudly and impassionedly.

"Idiot, where do I actually have the ability to avenge Dou Gong, Liu Shuai and others, but I just re-raised the battle flag of the Hebei Army in Hengzhou, and fought to the death with the Tang soldiers who came to encircle and suppress it, and everyone died together. If you follow me, you will not want to live again." A hint of pathos flashed in Jiang Chongwei's eyes.

"The body of the eldest husband is a happy thing in life. Dying on the battlefield is the best destination for Jiang Wang, and he asks his father-in-law to fulfill it." Jiang Wanghong said.

"Bastard," Jiang Chongwei put down the military book abruptly, stood up with a bang, and said angrily, "With your martial arts and military skills, you can become one of the top generals in the Tang Dynasty in a few years, and at that time, you will not be able to get what you want?" Why bother ruining your future here."

"Father-in-law, I have heard that it is a wild wolf on the plug, and if the old wolf falls into a trap, the little wolf will still stay by and fight with the hunter. I also heard that there is a spirit ape in the Central Plains, and if the elders of the tribe die by the roadside, the young apes of the same tribe will stay by the corpse and wail for three days, even if the hunters come to catch them, they will never run away. Although Jiang Forget is not talented, he also disdains to do things that are inferior to beasts." Jiang Wang's eyes were full of tears, and he said categorically.

"You followed me, what a waste." Jiang Chongwei stepped forward with red and swollen eyes, and helped Jiang Forget up from the ground with trembling hands, "Since you insist on doing this, I won't drive you anymore." After today's morning training, you will bring all the recruits back to the recruit camp without having to let them camp in the city again. And he shall take out all the silver in the treasury, and buy grain, grass and horses from the chestnut people outside the city, and if the money is not enough, he shall take them alive, and leave only the cattle and sheep for them, for we do not have enough fodder here."

"Okay, father-in-law, I'll start doing this as soon as I've set up all the recruits, but I need to do something beforehand so that the recruits don't see anything wrong. I'll arrange it." Jiang Forget said in a deep voice.

"Okay, I'm relieved that you do something. Go ahead." Jiang Chongwei's face showed a relieved expression, and he gently patted Yoshiko's shoulder.

A loud drill sound woke up the sleeping Hengzhou City from its dream. The 3,000 veterans and 4,000 recruits stationed in the city began their arduous training again. Peng Wuwang, who was so noisy by the sound of shouting and killing that he couldn't continue to sleep, finally got up from the bed, staggered to the well, and prepared to scoop water and wash his face.

At this time, Hong Sixue walked out of the bedroom with a copper basin, and when she saw him, she couldn't help but smile slightly, and asked softly, "Big brother, are you feeling better?"

Peng Wuwang moved his muscles and bones vigorously, and said with a smile: "I fought really hard with that animal the day before yesterday, and I only came back today. How are Brother Zheng and Brother Lei?"

Hong Sixue lifted the bucket out of the well, scooped a few spoonfuls of water into the basin with a wooden scoop, opened the long hair on her head, and gently combed it with the water in the basin, while saying with a smile, "Brother Zheng is fine, just apply some ointment to remove bruises. Mr. Ray was in some trouble, he broke his ribs and needed to be planked and slowly recuperate. However, the two of them are very strong-boned, and there is no major problem, at most they can set off the day after tomorrow. Miss Jia is healing them."

"That's good!" Peng Wuwang stretched his waist and involuntarily looked towards the scene of Luancheng, where the killing sound was shocking.

"Big brother, Brother Ling may be practicing there, it's good to go and have a look." Hong Sixue casually coiled her long shiny hair on her head and said softly.

"My sister really knows my heart, so let's go together." Peng Wuwang was open-minded and said with a smile.

"No, I'm going to talk to the dart masters about the time to set off, so you can go first." Hong Sixue said with a smile.

Peng Wuwang's face turned red and said, "I'm sorry, sister-in-law, I can't help me these days, I just see you busy."

Hong Sixue smiled freely and said, "I'm already used to taking care of help, if I have nothing to do, it's called boring, it's okay, big brother, you can go quickly."

Peng Wuwang nodded, patted her shoulder, and turned his head to stride towards the dusty martial arts arena.

Under the leadership of the veterans, the Tang recruits in Luancheng wore their upper bodies, in groups of seven or eight, and ran back and forth on the field with huge and heavy logs on their shoulders, dripping sweat on their shoulders. The sweat-soaked muscles of these recruits shimmer with a pleasing brilliance as the glassy morning sun. Peng Wuwang saw that their eyes were full of high fighting spirit, like tigers whose minions had just grown, looking forward to one day coming down the mountain to show their might.

In a trance, he clearly recalled the energetic state of mind when he had just descended from Tianmu Mountain and returned to the world. "At that time, my eyes may be exactly the same as these recruits, big brother, the soldiers you brought are really a little like me." Peng Wuwang thought secretly, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily flashed a light smile. At this moment, a sonorous and powerful pipa sound came slowly, and the sound of the wind and rain vividly depicted a fierce battle of life and death. Peng Wuwang's heart moved, and he followed the sound to look, but found that Situ Wan'er, a piano fairy dressed in plain yellow clothes, was sitting on a rattan chair, staring closely at the athletes in the morning training in the Luancheng martial arts training ground, holding a pear-shaped pipa with both hands, and playing music without a head and tail intently.

"Miss Situ!" Peng Wuwang cried out in surprise and walked in front of her in a few steps.

"Brother Peng, why are you here?" Situ Wan'er couldn't help but exclaim in surprise when she saw Peng Wuhope.

"I really didn't expect to meet Miss Situ here, we are going to escort the bodyguards to the Bohai Limo City." Peng Wuwang hurriedly said.

"Oh, I see." Situ Wan'er nodded with a smile, and then said, "Brother Peng, I heard that a famous craftsman here has created a new kind of pipa, so I came here for a visit."

"Is this it?" Peng Wuwang curiously glanced at the pear-shaped pipa in her arms.

"Yes, this pipa combines the advantages of the Guizi pipa and the Qin Hanzi, and can play the majestic sound of the Jin Ge Iron Horse, which is also another more direct rhyme feature that I heard from your drum music that day. How did I play just now?" Situ Wan'er asked expectantly.

"Okay, I couldn't hear the sound of the piano well before, but today I can hear it completely, it's very beautiful." Peng Wuwang hurriedly said.

"Great, this shows that after I switched to pipa, I really improved my original tone." Situ Wan'er couldn't help but say happily.

"However, I always feel ......," Peng Wuwang thought for a moment and said again.

"There's still something missing." A majestic and loud voice sounded from not far away. I saw Jiang Wang, who was dressed in gold armor and was majestic, riding on a tall horse and slowly walking towards them.

"Big brother, no, General Jiang, you're here." Seeing his long-awaited eldest brother come to his side, Peng Wuwang couldn't help but get excited.

"I don't know where the difference is, can this general teach me?" Situ Wan'er asked quietly.

"The music just now is just a big drama in full swing, which is lively, but there is no artistic conception." Jiang Wu glanced at Peng Wuwang lightly, and said to Situ Wan'er, "The battlefield is the place of life and death. When a man enters the battlefield, he must have a mortal heart."

"Mortal?" Situ Wan'er pondered for a moment, and suddenly said, "It's a desperate state of mind."

"Yes, despair, give up all life, put your whole life into the killing, but keep a glimmer of hope. It's filled with the most touching passion, and it's fascinating." Jiang Wang's eyes suddenly became confused, and he turned his head to the recruits who were training desperately.

"But if you are desperate, how can there be hope?" Situ Wan'er asked suspiciously.

"Hope comes from a belief that will last until death. Some people want to defend their homeland and country, some people want to honor their ancestors, and some people want to take revenge, and for this belief, they will not retreat even if they die." Speaking of this, Jiang Forget slowly stopped his words and fell into deep thought.

After a long time, Jiang Wangcai came back to his senses, and said in a deep voice: "There are 10,000 kinds of hope for 10,000 people, even if they come from the same belief, they have different understandings of this belief. A war of 10,000 people is the life and death field of 10,000 people, and there are countless bitterness and endless expectations in it, which cannot be written in a simple drama."

He turned his head to look at Situ Wan'er, and said indifferently, "In your piano sound, I can't even hear despair, let alone hope." He smiled coldly, shook the reins, and rode away.

"Who is he?" Situ Wan'er was moved, and muttered as she watched Jiang Wang's distant back.

"He's me, he's just, hey, he's the one who taught me to play the drums." Peng Wuwang said proudly.