"Grandpa, the hero doesn't mention the courage of the year, Your Majesty asked you to be the main general, not to let you be the stormtrooper."

Ning Wuxiao knew that his grandfather was deliberately reckless.

He has always been particular about speaking, but he still sees through it in front of his grandfather.

Ning Feng suddenly scratched his head in embarrassment, and reacted, who is the grandson and who is the grandfather, he deliberately turned his face sideways, and said in a rough voice: "What do you know, even if you are the commander of the three armies, you have to rush when you should charge, if you are not experienced in a hundred battles, how can you train a general." ”

Ah, yes, yes, yes.

Ning Wuxian nodded in agreement, and did not use this precious time for his grandson's mouth.

When the grandfather showed off his newly acquired armor, the third brother also took the silver ticket and a letter and hurried back.

"It's okay, you didn't go on an errand?"

Ning Feng's words choked Ning Wujian half to death.

Ning Wujian stuffed the silver ticket and envelope into Ning Feng's arms, sat down opposite him, and poured a sip of herbal tea fiercely, and the fire in his heart that came out of his eagerness was suppressed.

"I will only go to the military department tomorrow to report, the fifth brother asked me to get some money for your grandfather, the poor family is rich, in case of emergency, in addition, this letter was written by the Cui family, when I went to the Xie family, it happened that Xie Shangshu was not there, in order to avoid mistakes, I went to the Cui family again, it happened that Cui Zhiqiu was there, and I was introduced into the house, so I asked the Cui family master to write a handwritten letter."

"The second master of the Cui family served as the governor of Yibei Province, and he had a good relationship with the history of the stone thorn, the history of the stone thorn was righteous, and the letter said that the grandfather placed the wounded soldiers in Jinling, and with this letter, the history of the stone thorn should help the grandfather cooperate with the recruitment of troops and horses."

Ning Wujian said and poured another sip of herbal tea.

Although he said it plainly, it was as simple as following the county lord's mansion to enter Cui's house.

But Cui Zhiqiu of the Qinghe Cui family mentioned that he wanted to visit Ning Feng, but it was hard to guarantee that it was just a polite remark, and if he really asked to go to the door of the family, even if he didn't accompany the smiling face all the time, it was inevitable that he would be a dwarf.

Ning Feng was the least good at doing such things, and he also knew that his grandson had a similar personality to him.

A fluttering letter of introduction, but it weighs as much as a thousand pounds, and it is heavy in your hand.

"You kid...... Let's go, while grandpa is happy today, check if you've been lazy lately! ”

Ning Feng stood up, patted Ning Wujian on the shoulder vigorously, lifted the person up, and walked quickly towards the courtyard.

Not much.

Outside, there was the clanging sound of knives and guns clinging.

"Grandpa is happy to check Kung Fu, and if he is not happy, he has to check Kung Fu, tsk, I feel that this batch of newly recruited recruits has suffered hardship."

Ning Wuxiao looked out through the transparent glass window.

In the past, when I watched my grandfather fight with the third brother, I only felt that their one move and one style were very complicated, even if there was a foundation in the Ning family's marksmanship and knife skills, because he had only learned a fur, he could only watch it lively.

Now that Yun Xigong has reached the peak of the second layer, he feels the change in the airflow, and the movements of the grandfather and the third brother, although they are still so fast that there are only afterimages, but in his eyes, they have slowed down a lot.

This time, he could clearly see that his grandfather was inferior to the third brother in strength and reaction.

But in terms of experience and moves, the third brother is not as thick as his grandfather, and there is an obvious gap between the two.

Clang!

Swords and guns fighting.

The spear that Ning Feng casually lifted in his hand jumped open a crack under the weight of the Qinglong Knife.

Seeing that the body of the gun could not withstand the power of Ning Wuji's heavy pressure, Ning Feng shouted violently, picked up the barrel of the gun, and took advantage of Ning Wuji's retreat to put the tip of the gun on Ning Wuji's neck.

Ning Wuxian, who was obviously about to win, dodged because he was worried, but he was restrained, so he could only admit defeat.

Ning Feng directly flipped his wrist and used the tip of the gun to break the rope on Ning Wuji's head, cutting off a strand of hair, and at the same time, he let out a loud shout.

"Rather than hindered! There are no fathers and sons on the battlefield! You remember, this time you let me do it, and another day, I might die under someone else's gun because of a momentary hesitation! ”

Ning Feng was very satisfied with the fact that Wu Jian had not only not slackened his practice in the near future, but had become more and more diligent.

But at the same time, he has always been unscrupulous in making moves, but now he is releasing water in order to take care of other people's faces, which is not a gentleman's doing.

"Come again!"

"Yes! Grandfather! ”

……

After nightfall, the inner bay of Daxing is bitterly cool.

Kishisetaro had been sitting on the reef for a full hour.

It's as if you're becoming one with the ocean.

He had two letters in his hands.

One letter came from the city of Jing'an, Daxing, and it was the messenger of Beidi who saved his life, and Descanadus sent someone to send it, which was a letter of state stamped with the seal of the king of Beidi.

He's seen it.

It says that the two countries are willing to make friends and conspire with each other.

Beidi is a fierce rival of Daxing, fighting for many years, friction from time to time, but it still has not died out, whether in the eyes of the Western Regions, or in the eyes of the Wa State, it is a well-deserved power.

It's not that Kishi Taro didn't want to establish diplomatic relations with Beidi, but he has worked hard for many years, but he is only a nodding friend with Beidi's chief envoy.

Who would have thought.

Just when the natural disasters of the Japanese Kingdom continued and other countries were in urgent need of help, Beidi changed his original arrogant attitude and was willing to help the Japanese find a way to survive.

Although.

This road of life, in the content of the national letter, is clearly written, and it needs to be paved by tens of thousands of lives.

In the past, Kishishitaro would have felt that he was being used by the Beidi people, and he was saved in order to send this letter to the emperor.

But in his right hand, there was another letter.

It's a letter from the other side of the ocean.

Last time, he also thought that all the properties in the clan had fallen into the hands of other clansmen, and he had been making wedding dresses for others all his life, but now, he felt that his original idea was too naïve.

There is an old saying in Daxing, saying that there are no eggs under the nest.

After a month-long natural disaster in the Wakoku Kingdom, the entire Wakoku was in a state of extreme turmoil after earthquakes and tsunamis continued to engulf the coastline.

The original nobles and even wealthy families, because they had surplus food at home and land in the interior, could also drag their families to migrate, but a large number of refugees soon launched deadly robberies and attacks with the slaves of those nobles.

Shore reclamation family.

Except for the girl who married into Kyoto, because of her proximity to the emperor's direct rule, she did not lose her life, and everyone else was killed by those refugees and slaves, and even the corpses were eaten by the hungry refugees.

"Shouldn't I be glad I was sent to Daxing and escaped?"

Kishishitaro caressed his rugged scarred face, the hatred in his eyes stronger than the volcanic magma gushing out.

He hates.

Hate yourself for being powerless and unable to change the punishment that God has imposed on the Wa Kingdom.

But he hates it even more!

Those who stand by and watch!

"Mother, look, there are a lot of seaweeds floating up, we picked them up and dried them, and after they were dried, we could let my father pick them up and sell them in the city for money."

"Be careful, don't go deeper, beware of crabs biting your feet."

Not far away, a cosy family is picking up seafood on the beach.

There were other neighbors from the same village who came out to hang out before they wanted to fall asleep after dinner.

Across the sea.

The people here live so comfortably.

But the people of the Wa Kingdom were in fear, and they did not know when they would starve to death, fall into the cracks of the ground, drown in the waves of the sea, and burn to death by volcanic magma...... All this, how ironic!

How unjust!

Unable to look at the smiling faces, Kishitaro jerked to his feet and felt for the dagger hidden at his waist.