Sunset.

Suiyang.

Conscription squads of more than 20 people returned to their respective barracks.

After removing the armor and lying on the kang, recalling the exciting scene of going to the room just now and receiving six nests, the young owner and the swarthy boy were still very excited.

People are very strange, just like they now, the daily ration of food is nine nests, three at noon, two at noon, and three at noon. Today they ate three on time in the morning, and at noon because the task was not assigned, and when it came to the evening, they got six at once, holding six heavy black nests, and more than 20 teenagers were all red-faced, energetic, and not in a hurry to eat, just holding it, just now they were still bitter and hungry, which would be as if they had forgotten collectively, as if the nest head did not need to eat, just looking at it could fill their stomachs.

After laughing for a while, more than twenty teenagers began to chew slowly and returned to their respective barracks with a grin. The two of the young proprietors also returned to their barracks, and on the way they had eliminated their four rations, and the remaining two were hidden in their arms, waiting for the addiction of supper. I drank some cold water again, and I felt a little supportive, so I thought about it cheaply, and the two teenagers were lying on the kang chatting without a word.

The rest of the people in the barracks are not here, and they should still be changing guards at the head of the city. On the way back, I inquired, there was no big war today, and the rebels outside the city were estimated to have been killed enough by the Modao battalion led by General Yao the day before yesterday, and today they were still cowering in fear, but they sent a few scouts from afar to investigate. When the Shaodong family and his party cleaned up the battlefield yesterday, they made a rough inventory, and 17 of them were killed on their side, and more than 300 died on the other side. The battle the day before yesterday was fought quickly, more than 100 old soldiers of the Modao battalion, in the face of more than 1,000 thieves who came to attack, jumped out of the ambush site, chopped melons and vegetables, and overturned hundreds of people in a tea time.

This battle is estimated to have scared the thieves, after all, the blitzkrieg of the Mo Dao Battalion has not appeared for almost a month, and the cold and shining Mo Dao, for the enemy, is more terrifying than the soul lock hook on the bull head and horse face, coupled with the appearance of a divine soldier descending from the sky, it makes the enemy tremble.

The opponent is the Mo Dao Battalion, which is not the most terrifying, I will not go to the Mo Dao when I see you from afar, it's a big deal, just run, I can't beat you, I can't run you. But Suiyang's Mo knife is particularly terrifying, and the combat power is shocking Although it is difficult to deal with, the most terrifying thing is that you don't know how those blood-sucking Mo knives suddenly appeared in front of you.

Yes, that's right, it just seems to suddenly appear out of thin air, one moment your centaurs are still on guard and cautiously pushing forward, and the next moment those strange knives don't know where they came from, and suddenly they cut into your neck, this kind of unguardable is the most deadly, and it is even more terrifying.

Attacking Suiyang City on the outskirts of the city was the rebel new emperor An Qingxu's general Yin Ziqi, this person is not a wine bag and rice bag, it is the top ten people in the generals, and the famous generals of the Tang Army are folded in the hands of this person. But Yin Ziqi didn't expect that since he came to this small Suiyang, he originally planned to attack the city that could be taken in a month, but he insisted on it for more than seven months, and he had an army of 120,000 tigers and wolves, but he couldn't beat Suiyang with less than 10,000 defenders in seven months. At first, it was good to say that the other party was still fighting and he was a newcomer, and it was reasonable to break the point, but after more than three months of fighting, he filled in the lives of more than 30,000 people, and he was stunned that he had never really gone up to the city wall. The new emperor already has an opinion, and with the gossip of the dogs in the court who peel off the skin and light the lamp, his face is about to fall into the crotch of his pants. Yin Ziqi endured his anger, and he had long lost his contempt for the little county commander named Zhang Xun who guarded Suiyang City.

Careless, no flash!

Yin Ziqi, who suffered a big loss, learned from the pain, he reformulated the siege plan, rummaged through the war books, studied and formulated countless siege strategies with his generals, and built all kinds of siege equipment, but he never thought that more than two months had passed, and more than 20,000 people had entered it, but the damn Suiyang City still hadn't been defeated. Now don't talk about the court on the new emperor's side, I just know that his old face is completely lost in Suiyang, and it has been properly wrapped in the crotch of his pants, and I am afraid that he will not be able to pull it out in his lifetime.

In the past, he still thought that his friend Ling Huchao, who was beaten by Zhang Xun, was just a straw bag, and 40,000 people couldn't beat the other party of more than 3,000, but now it seems that he was really wronged, not that his teammates were too pigs, but that his opponents were too godly.

"Sun Tzu's Art of War Attack" has a cloud: "It is the law of using soldiers, ten are to encircle it, five to attack it, and to fight it if it is doubled, and the enemy can divide it, if it is less, it can be defended, and if it is not, it can be avoided." Therefore, the small enemy is strong, and the big enemy is captured".

This is the paragraph he has pondered the most in the past few months, Yin Ziqi is thinking about why he has studied it so thoroughly, and according to the book of war, the usual invincible tactics will not work when Zhang Xun is here, is the book of war wrong or is it wrong to comprehend himself? Yin Ziqi didn't figure it out for seven months.

"What kind of person is this Zhang Xun?"

Yin Ziqi now especially wants to drill into Zhang Xun's mind to see what kind of ability this little county order has and how he has completed this impossible task. The army of 120,000 tigers and wolves on his side, on the contrary, according to the report, Zhang Xun's defenders were less than 10,000, although the other party relied on the high canal of Suiyang City, but after more than seven months, he filled tens of thousands of lives into the moat, but the other party's defenders were still less than 10,000, are they all iron? Won't they all die? Aren't you afraid of death? Won't you get tired? Aren't you hungry? With 120,000 mouths, he eats more than enough rations every moon, doesn't that city say that half of the food has been allocated? Don't those people eat rice and grain, but only soil? And it's clear that we are the strong side, why can the grain and grass be burned by the other party under our noses? Can your own camp be pierced by the other party again and again? Withdrawing and withdrawing from your own command barracks? Last month, more than 10,000 people grabbed wheat and took strict precautions, or were they set on fire behind the butt by the other party? And the day before yesterday, more than 1,000 people who were carefully selected were actually killed by the other party from the back of the team, aren't these people human? Could it be the legendary earth-walking technique? There are too many questions in my mind that I can't understand, those staff officers and generals in the shogunate have become rice buckets one by one, and they are as clever as a monkey on weekdays, but at this moment, a small prefectural order has been beaten to the ground and lost face.

Yin Ziqi thinks it's so difficult, I don't want to lose face. The new emperor can send doglegs to supervise the battle eight times a day, am I so shameless? When did I suffer such a humiliation in Yin Ziqi, that is, Shi Siming, the first general of Dayan, I am afraid that I will not be beaten so painfully, the little Suiyang City has suffered such a nest, Zhang Xunpifu, you are an ant-like little county order, is it that God sent it down to humiliate me, and the day I take Suiyang, I will break your body into ten thousand pieces, and I am so ashamed!

The two teenagers chatted for a while, it was getting darker and darker, and several people from the shift had returned, noisy and talking, talking about today's war. Some brothers who came back from the wounded barracks said that the Modao Battalion brothers who fought in the blitzkrieg the day before yesterday, among the dozen or so people who came back with injuries, four of them were too seriously injured and could not be saved, plus the seventeen that were damaged the day before yesterday, a total of twenty-one Modao knives have no owner, and it is said that General Nan will personally come down tomorrow to pick a new owner for these twenty-one Modao.

Everyone was particularly interested in this news, and they all inquired around the brothers who went to visit the wounded barracks, and it was obvious that everyone had a lot of ideas about the vacant Modao, but no one felt pity for the previous owner of the Modao who died. Because in everyone's cognition, to be the master of the Mo knife, it is common sense to die in front of the knife, each Mo knife from the day of forging, to the completion of the polishing of these four years, a year is to prepare a life, so a Mo knife from the battlefield, until the end of the knife shattered and perished, do not kill enough four people, then this knife has no soul, it can not be called a real Mo knife, so the Mo knife also has a nickname

"Magic Knife".

Of course, being able to be the owner of Modao is a conversation that is enough to honor a lifetime. In the Tang Army, only the top handful of people have this honor, you must not only be amazing, but also proficient in swordsmanship, bow and horse riding and archery must also be excellent, in short, to become the master of a strange knife, you must be one in a million.

Let's ask which soldier doesn't want to be the first, doesn't want to be looked down upon! In the barracks of the Shaodong family, there is a discussion at the moment about who has the ability to take over the Mo swordsman.

"I'll go back tomorrow with a Mo knife!"

The conversation of everyone in the barracks was suddenly blocked by this voice, and all the people followed the sound to look at the young owner who stood up, and the young owner who was stared at by dozens of pairs of eyes did not dodge at all, just stood upright on the kang. With a wide mouth, he glared at everyone and said loudly:

"I, tomorrow, I'll go, carry the Mo knife!"

Looking at this young owner who suddenly had a convulsion, everyone burst into laughter after a pause.

"Damn, is this kid hungry and stupid?"

Someone held his stomach and pointed to this boy who didn't know the height of the sky and asked the people around him.

"I'm laughing to death, you don't want to carry the Mo knife before your hair grows? You're really going to laugh at Daddy Lao Tzu......"

The laughter of the crowd finally made the newborn calf a little confused, and the swarthy young man was embarrassed to pull his companion's clothes with his hand, telling him to sit down quickly and stop making jokes. The young owner was also stubborn, shook his hand, knocked off his companion's hand holding him, blushed and said:

"Master, why don't I dare to think about it? They can carry it, why can't I? ”

"How many bows can you fire? Do you know how to ride a horse? Have you ever learned swordsmanship? Do you know what a Modao looks like? ”

The old Xu who had diarrhea in the morning couldn't help but laugh while asking these questions. The young owner, who slowly calmed down, listened to Lao Xu's question, and replied while thinking:

"I naturally know how to ride horses, and I have also practiced swordsmanship, in Yongqiu City before, General Nan used a Mo knife, I have seen it, and I know how to play! As for the bow, I can open eight and a half buckets now, and when I practice again, I may be able to open a stone! ”

Shao Dongjia replied a little stiffly, his current full strength is only more than seven buckets, and he can't reach eight buckets if he dies, but in order to suppress these people, he made a little false report, anyway, this will not be able to really measure, don't fight for steamed buns, who let them look down on themselves.

Sure enough, the young man's answer calmed these people, and their teasing was much quieter, and some others were a little unconvinced, thinking that this kid was bragging, so they said unconvinced:

"Can you shoot the Eight Bucket Bow? Add a half? Are you all those dolls who don't understand anything? Only a blacksmith can open eight buckets, that is already the most powerful in our group, are you more powerful than a blacksmith who has been fighting iron for half his life? ”

The blacksmith in this man's mouth was a stocky middle-aged man, in his forties, who had been a blacksmith shop before joining the army, and whose arms were as thick as tree trunks, and who had always been the most powerful man in their barracks. In the ranks, strength is the biggest criterion for determining a person's combat strength, two people fight, you hit me ten times, I can't stand it and I hit you, you can shoot seventy steps with a bow, I can shoot a hundred steps, you say that two people who live and who die? Since ancient times, those fierce generals with names and surnames can be ten on the battlefield, which one is not a big waist and full of strength!

The blacksmith also doesn't believe that this young man who is about the same age as his son has more strength than himself, although he knows that this doll has learned kung fu, but no matter how good you practice kung fu, after all, you haven't grown up, and your strength is definitely not as good as that of an adult, not to mention that he has been picking a dozen pounds of hammer for more than 20 years.

Everyone also agreed with that person's opinion, and when he proposed this, they all questioned the young man's words, and everyone's topic had shifted from Mo Dao's body to strength.

This can make it difficult for the young owner to ride a tiger, have the heart to argue, miscalculate, forget that there is just a live scale rod that can inspect the goods next to him, admit to bragging, then there will be no mix, it's really a dilemma. These people around me are also really hateful, and I don't know if I let my child, a child, be fooled and pass, so I have to be more true.

You just want to be more true. The battles outside the city are frequent, and they can see their brothers fall almost every day, although they are numb after seeing too much, but this oppressive atmosphere has been pressing on their chests more and more, they are not afraid that they will die tomorrow, they are afraid that it will be their brothers who will die tomorrow. Those brothers who were still arguing with themselves in the morning were arguing with their teeth and claws, and in the afternoon, they were likely to be killed without turning a blind eye, and they had experienced the feeling of being abandoned too many times. So it's rare to have such a stunned young man, why don't you tease it, you can play for a while, and see who can have enough fun.

There were more and more banters around him, and the face of the young owner became redder and redder, and the rebuttal became softer and softer, just when the young owner was about to surrender, the swarthy young man finally couldn't help but open his mouth.

"He can really drive eight and a half ......"

The swarthy boy's words once again made everyone shut their mouths, and everyone's eyes were focused on this black charcoal head who blocked the knife for his brother. This black charcoal head called Erxiao usually doesn't talk much, a little honest, steady and reliable, everyone still trusts him, seeing him say this, everyone is a little uncertain for a while, I don't know if this child is solving the problem for his friends, or if there is really something.

The crowd muttered, not knowing whether to believe it or not. Don't believe it, these two dolls are very serious, and don't look at the two babies Although they are young, their bodies are not worse than their adults, and it is said that they have practiced kung fu since they were children, and they are the same as them in training on weekdays. But if you want to believe it, it's a bit more ridiculous, eight and a half buckets, I heard that the standard of the Wuju people's scientific examination is only a stone bow, is this doll growing up to be the same as the Wuju people? Wuju people, that is not one in ten thousand of Mo Dao, it is a veritable one in ten thousand miles, and General Guo Ziyi, who has recently become famous, heard that he was born in Wuju.

Everyone was really shocked this time, and the unconvinced old Xu just now asked again:

"How do you prove he can drive? Don't say you saw it with your own eyes, the two of you are brothers, and it's not a good way to play a round for him. ”

The swarthy young man looked at everyone and said very calmly:

"I can prove it on the spot."

"Oh? How to prove on the spot, there is no stone buttress hard bow here, which can allow you to compare on the spot. ”

"You don't have to use a hard bow to measure it like you usually do, I have a way." While speaking, the swarthy young man got off the kang, and he came to the ground, walked up to the blacksmith, and said respectfully to the blacksmith:

"Uncle Blacksmith, everyone knows that you can open a bow with eight buckets, it's amazing, I tried with Shaodong that day, he has more strength than me, let's compare strength, if my strength is as big as yours, it can prove that Shaodong is not talking nonsense, do you think it's okay?"

The blacksmith and everyone thought about it, and there was some truth in what the black charcoal head said, and they were also very interested, so they immediately asked him how to compare the law. Wang Erxiao pointed to the table against the wall in the room and said:

"Let's just wrestle our wrists at that table, can we win two out of three games?"

As soon as everyone heard that this method was good, they got off the kang one after another, hurriedly cleaned up the table, and the young owner pulled the swarthy young man, and asked quietly with a little worry:

"Okay?"

The swarthy boy replied:

"Give it a try."

After listening to his companion's answer, the young owner felt even more bottomless, and his brain had begun to run at a high speed, thinking about how to clean up the mess for a while, and ending this embarrassment.

The swarthy boy also came to the table, and everyone was already on both sides, just waiting for the two of them to fight and lose. The blacksmith was also in high spirits, he took off his coat, and only an inner gown was left on the outside of the close-fitting yellowed white silk underwear, although he lost a lot of weight because of the reduction in food, but the sense of strength forged by more than 20 years of ironwork was still obvious. The swarthy boy also took off his coat, revealing that he was wearing a white close-fitting long shirt inside, the boy rolled up his sleeves, his arms were whiter than his face, although he usually didn't look strong, but he took off his clothes, and the flesh on his body was also hard, after all, he often drew a bow and trained, plus he had practiced martial arts since he was a child, compared to a teenager of the same age, he was already very outstanding.

The swarthy boy bowed to the blacksmith. The teacher taught him to always be humble and polite in the face of his elders, although he was stupid, but he still remembered this etiquette.

"Uncle Blacksmith, I'm ready......"

The blacksmith was a rough man, he had never studied, and he didn't know much about this set of etiquette for readers, and he saw the black boy bow to him, and he didn't know how to return the courtesy, and waved his hand indiscriminately, just as it meant to express his meaning, and this nondescript behavior made him a little uncomfortable. Scholars, there are a lot of stinky rules, and that's what the blacksmith mutters in his heart at the moment.

The two of them set up a position, they were all riveted, ready to go all out, seeing that a contest was about to start, the onlookers also slowed down their breathing, for fear that the wheezing sound in their mouths would be too heavy, which would affect the atmosphere of the two people's competition.

The oil lamps in the barracks seemed to have been affected by this atmosphere at the moment, and the flames were suppressed lower than before. The two hands that were a generation apart were held together like this, and they were held tightly, and there was no distinction between life and death.

A word from the writer