Chapter 656: Da Sima (6)
Da Sima: "The relationship between one side can be said to be bad...... Ahem...... I guess it's a fight. β
I looked at the cold eyes of summer and respected a little more.
The city defense has not been withdrawn, and it is not realistic to take Da Sima to the restaurant to drink. Due to the impact of the Great War, all streets in the city were under martial law, and no one was allowed to enter or leave at will. Food and other supplies were procured and delivered to every household, while existing goods in the shops were temporarily used as military supplies and could not be exchanged at will.
Just after the war became a sure thing, quite a few businessmen came to me and tried to bribe me in exchange for some goods. I reassured them at the time, saying that I would basically not touch their things. But after all, it is the summer cold who is in charge of the overall situation, and these rules are all set up to prevent the residents from smashing and looting, of course, I will not waver the summer cold order for their little benefit.
Now the restaurant and Huancui building have become temporary residences for the soldiers, and they are strictly guarded by special personnel to prevent anyone from harming our soldiers from the inside. In this case, it is not good to take Da Sima to that place to sit.
The big umbrella where Xiao Wuhua was located was the closest to the city gate.
He handed over the armor to another skilled craftsman, cleaned up the slag and tools on the countertop, and invited us to sit down at a square table for eight under a large umbrella.
In the summer, the cold ordered someone to bring herbal tea.
I pulled the small bowl left and right, Zhao You in my right hand, and sat opposite Xia Leng and Da Sima. Xiao Wuhua was dressed in red, rolled up her sleeves to expose her arms, and sat at the end of the long table with her hands on her chest.
He glanced to the left, then to the right: "Who is this old man?" β
Me: "Da Sima." β
Xiao Wuhua: "Sounds like a curse. β
Me: "......??? β
The old man coughed and said, "The little princess hasn't seen her for many years, and her recklessness has not diminished." β
I immediately bowed my head and confessed my mistake: "...... It was my fault. β
Da Sima ignored me and suddenly criticized sharply: "Even if you have all the certainty, no matter how strict the deployment is, you must leave yourself a way back!" The battlefield is changing rapidly, and all seemingly predestined victories can turn into defeats...... Ahem...... This is what the old man told you many years ago. What was told to you, you didn't remember. Penalties! β
I looked down and shivered.
Punish?
And what will he punish me? Do you want me to carry a spear and expose myself to the hot sun? Or do you run around the long street of the city with a bucket in a circle?
But after waiting for a long time, he did not listen to the old man continue to speak.
When I looked up again, I saw him smiling at me.
His smile seemed completely different from the expression he had just spoken sharply.
I was puzzled by the transformation, and bewildered as I waited for him to continue talking.
The old man spoke very slowly, but seriously, and there was sternness in his hoarse voice, but it was not the frightening ferocity just now, but the persuasion: "I knew Xiaoyu's thoughts at that time, and I knew that you would go to war one day, and I didn't want you to be defeated because of those little things." Alas...... When I was three years old, I knew you were kind and naΓ―ve......," he said, coughing again.
I blinked, some subtle emotions welling up in my heart.
It's like the mother suddenly entrusting me with the throne before she died, and I have a feeling that I have been valued for a long time, but I don't know it.
"You think that persuasion alone can persuade you to retreat 30,000 troops. You hold your own identity, but my disciple only sees you as a thief. It's not because you underestimate the enemy, it's because you don't understand what a soldier is thinking......"
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