Winning is the only way in Xiao Qian's heart to save Jing Wu, Gao Changgong, and everything in this world.

Huang Hansheng still maintained the calmness and kindness of being a teacher, and said with a smile: "You are still too obsessed with winning or losing." ”

He no longer looked at the sand table, but slowly walked out of the barracks tent under the gaze of several generals and soldiers, and raised his head to look at the sky amid the respectful salute of the two guards.

The night was deep, and the moonlight was like water.

"The moonlight is so nice tonight. Huang Hansheng squinted his eyes, but somehow remembered his son who died young, if he was still alive, he should also scold Fang Xuan on this battlefield now, right?

It's a pity that the difference of a thought back then is now like a thousand mountains and rivers, even if you break the iron shoes and work hard, it can't be recovered.

"Speaking of which, it's almost time for the Gentleman's Orchid to bloom. "I hope that tonight, in front of the cold tombstone, those delicate and self-contained flowers can also have such a bright moon.

Huang Hansheng lowered his head, looked back at Xiao Qian, and said gently: "Zhao Qian." Although I am no longer a teacher now, I still have to teach you a good lesson today, sometimes on the battlefield, there is not only the word victory or defeat. ”

"What does the general mean by this?" Xiao Qian was slightly stunned, and wanted to ask for an explanation, but at this moment, there were scouts running all the way to him, panting and frightened at the same time.

"General...... The Great General......"

After Gao Changgong's rebellion, Zhuge Wanling granted Huang Han the position of temporary general, so as to control the entire Jingwu army.

But everyone is still accustomed to calling Huang Han promoted to a general or an old general, so the word "great general" in the scout's mouth does not need to be said and knows what it means.

Everyone's faces froze, understanding the scout's horror.

If it weren't for the fact that man had already appeared on the battlefield, how could this battle-hardened sergeant become a dog with his tail between his legs?

Even the generals standing in the big tent, when they knew the news, they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts: "It's still here after all." ”

Xiao Qian stood behind the sand table, looking out with a complicated expression, but he didn't realize that he subconsciously pulled out a small flag inserted on the sand table, and pinched the flagpole into two.

"Hahahaha. While everyone was silent, a burst of laughter burst into their ears and pulled them back to reality.

Huang Hansheng laughed heartily, the armor on his body kept rubbing and making a sound, and even the cyan cloak on his back fluttered because of this.

At first, everyone thought it was strange, but as the laughter continued, they couldn't help but smile a little, as if this laughter had dispelled the fear in their hearts and released their original blood and courage again.

yes, haven't they all come over this way all these years?

Even if the southern invasion of the Tang Kingdom was so huge back then, hundreds of thousands of troops swept in like a surging flood, which made people really feel what it was like to "throw the whip and cut off the stream".

But even so, the old general was still as indifferent as he is today, as if he was not facing hundreds of thousands of enemy troops who went forward one after another, but just a group of local chickens and dogs.

In this way, he relied on his sincerity and unconventional mental strategy, together with another veteran who has died of illness for many years, to drag hundreds of thousands of troops and buy a month for Gao Changgong's eight thousand Qingzhou ghost horses.

The people all remember the cheers of Gao Changgong when he returned to the city, but few people remember that the old general took off his armor after that, resigned from his position in the army, and became a teacher in Honglu Temple and Taixuetang in a fluttering robe.

"Although my body is dead, Jing Wu will not die. I don't know who whispered this sentence first.

So one after another, as if you were chasing me, everyone shouted out this sentence that had spread throughout the entire Jingwu army at the beginning.

They shouted categorically, shouted bloody, shouted through the clouds, and shook the four fields.

"Although my body is dead, Jing Wu will not die!"

"Jing Wu is not dead!"

“...... Not to die! Jing Wu is not to die!" Even young people like Xiao Qian, who had not participated in the war that year, were flushed with red cheeks, and they seemed to shout this sentence crazy.

Huang Hansheng's laughter didn't know when it stopped, he kept waiting, and when everyone mustered up all their strength and their eyes were locked on him like an eagle, he waved his hand suddenly and walked forward on his own.

"Come with me!"

Countless figures followed, and in the night, their faces were as gray as bronze statues.

Xiao Qian didn't follow, because Huang Hansheng left an order to let Xiao Qian stick to the military tent and control the overall situation, becoming a beacon for the more than 100,000 troops.

"You know, once I'm in the game, it's hard to worry about the details. Huang Hansheng said.

As a master of the Grandmaster realm, he is the first battle force of the whole army, and in the annals of history, there is even a record of a grandmaster master who killed 5,000 elite soldiers with one man and then died of exhaustion.

What's more, Gao Changgong has now stepped into the realm of a saint with one foot and has become a sub-saint, who else can resist one or two besides him?

That's why he is so obsessed with cultivating Zhao Qian, because when a person like him goes to the battlefield, he will inevitably need a deputy who can be entrusted to control the overall situation in the rear.

Xiang Chu has Li Mo and Long Ju, Gao Changgong has Zhu Ran and Sun Qing, and he ...... Most of the old friends who stood side by side with him are no longer alive.

If Xiaoqian can really grow up......

Isn't it true that someone who is building Yecheng Bingzhu to handle military affairs can also have a solid arm, right?

In the mountains, a team that had been impatient for a long time finally waited for the order they wanted, and it was the old general, led by the old general, who stepped loudly in silence, raised their spears and spears in their hands and began to march towards the flames of battle.

The old pawns are at the forefront, because they have already experienced life and death, and they all want to give the chance to live to those young people.

The young men were pressed against the back, gritting their teeth, and the hands holding their weapons seemed to hold the old soldiers' trust for Jing Wu's future, so their chins were even higher, and their straight chests and straight backs were like their silent cries.

The enemy army is rolling in.

"Attack!"

This is a war that is enough to change the world, and it has already attracted the attention of the nobles of the Mo family, the Tang Kingdom, the Canghai, and even the Great Wall in these days.

Although they were not very clear about the underlying reasons for Gao Changgong's rebellion, this did not prevent their minds from beginning to liven.

After all, no matter who wins or loses in this war between Jing and Wu, it will inevitably greatly change the pattern of the world, and Jing Wu, which is becoming more and more powerful, will also suffer a heavy blow because of this, and it is possible that the whole country will decline day by day and be gradually annexed by other countries.

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Tang Guotai History Bureau.

Under the huge armillary sphere, Zhang Yanling, dressed in green clothes, carefully stroked the difficult and obscure words on the armillary sphere, as if feeling the vicissitudes of their long years and the breath that they are gradually reborn now.

Few people know that this is also an artifact, but it is not any of the legendary Luan Fengkou artifacts back then.

For tens of thousands of years, generations of inspired beings have knelt down in front of this armillary sphere and sworn to become the leader of the royal family, representing the most secret and powerful force in this world to change the fate of heaven and earth.

Unfortunately, he was not a divinely inspired person.