Chapter 379

There are so many reports about the battle of Sanzhou in the north of Daxia that Ling Yun is especially targeted at Japanese people in the capital. If it's OK to stay honest, if it's not honest, he will have to be more ruthless. He wants them to know that there are also scholars in Daxia who can be ruthless and teach them how to be scared.

In fact, the war in the three continents of the northern border was not as decadent as expected, because Hong Shiqi and several of them were on their way all night, almost exhausted their strength before they could arrive. The morale of the officers and soldiers in the northern border who knew the attitude of the capital was greatly boosted, "what a good man who would rather fight until the mountains and rivers were broken than break the ridge and depend on others!"

In the three continents of the north, Zhang Zhuolu, a prince with a different surname, slapped the table and said with a laugh: "I have been founded in Daxia for more than a hundred years, and decades of peace has already worn away my blood. What a master Zhang! What a Ling Yun

"There are still people supporting the backbone of my summer scholars. I can also support the three continents in the north of summer!"

Zhang Zhuolu turned around with a cold look and a burning flame in his eyes. "Just for this sentence, the 600000 troops in the north of China will definitely want the Japanese devils to die without a place to bury them!"

"Pass me the order. If you are under my command, you will get a reward of 100 Liang for cutting off ten enemies; Cut a hundred people and ten thousand taels; If you kill thousands of people, you'll get a hundred thousand gold. Let's not talk about the fiefdom first. As long as you drive out the Japanese devils, you can live in Laozi's palace! " Zhang Zhulu said sternly!

Is that what they need?

It's not necessary. Even without this sentence, Zhang Zhuolu has already been ready to fight to the death. But the meaning is different. The former can die aboveboard, while the latter has to bear all his life.

To be a hero and to be a bear, as long as you have brains, you will choose to be a hero in a doomed ending.

Zhang Zhuolu asked people to carry Hong Shiqi and them into the room to recuperate. If it wasn't for them, how could he know that there were such determined scholars in Daxia? The more such people, the more stable Daxia would be.

It's a pity that I can't see it. It's a pity in my life.

Ling Yun took the time to leave a letter when Zhang Fuzi was about to arrive in the capital. He got up and rushed to the north. Of course, he would not be idle along the way. The military strength of the imperial court is one thing. But it would be a very good thing if the forces of the Xia River and lake could be combined as a surprise cavalry, but it would also be a very difficult thing.

It's equivalent to the fact that the friars in Kyushu are involved in the national war. It's something that has already happened in Kyushu. It's just a small scale, because the killing of mortals by friars is just between hands. Once more friars are involved in it, the situation will be chaotic in the secular court. Before there are really rules that can be implemented, there will be no real rules, Naturally, monks will not be allowed to take part in the war on a large scale in the Confucian temple, but such a thing has been prepared for a long time in the Confucian temple.

Nanye is an excellent start, but it is doomed to be full of tribulations, because once the demon clan breaks the Zhenbei City, there will be ethereal states on the sea, going all the way south and stretching the front. At that time, it is not a good thing for Kyushu. After all, who knows how Jia Yu planned?

Ling Yun left two letters, one to Xia Qinian and one to Zhang Fuzi.

The letter to Xia Qinian was relatively short: he didn't want to see the officers and soldiers of the three continents in the North die in anonymity; Willing to be the first in the world, Wen can put pen to the world, Wu can fix the world immediately; Do not seek a false name, but a false name.

Xia Qinian, holding the letter in his hand, looks excited. He understands Ling Yun's meaning and wants him to build momentum for him in the capital. When he goes to the north, he may die or live. When he dies, he inspires scholars all over the world. If he wants to read, he should also learn martial arts. It's better to live. Young scholars have an excellent example.

"Grandfather Zhou, I met a noble man." Xia Qinian leisurely said, holding the railings in both hands, his green tendons showed clearly, "since there are such talents, I am willing to work for the well-being of my great Xia, and I am not willing to lag behind."

"Even so, according to the current situation, the battle of the three continents in the northern border will only be more fierce."

"It depends on my great Xia people. Now there is still a little bit of spirit left," Xia Qinian turned around and said with a serious face. "Grandfather Zhou, you can do one more thing for me. I know you have a great position in the world. If there is a reliable intelligence organization, the matter about the northern border war must be conveyed to the whole world as soon as possible and comprehensively."

The old man in black turned around and left. Xia Qinian looked at the sky and stood after breaking. Now, Daxia is tossing about like this. If he doesn't toss about, he really can't toss about any more. He raised his mouth slightly. Tomorrow morning, there must be many ministers who denounce him as ignorant and sensible. In this way, some people can stay and some people can't.

Ling Yun decides to go to the North first. As for the affairs of the river and lake, Hong Shiqi and others will do it. There is enough time. Ling Yun knows about the river and lake from books, experiences and other people's words. Maybe two or three of the ten people are willing to die for their country. That's enough.

As for why they always want to be so tragic, we can see from some side news that Daiwa of Japan is coming out of the nest and is bound to win. It is not impossible to occupy a state in the north to recuperate, lay out secretly and seize the land of three continents. Even Marshal Zhang Zhuolu, the only prince of different surnames left in Daxia, is a great military commander, It may not be able to stop such a turbulent trend.

Is it possible that there is no one with a different heart in the army of 600000? Just like Kyushu, there are also profit seeking people who cooperate with the wild world?

At the end of March in the 37th year of Yuanhua, Ling Yun arrived at Sanzhou in the north. There were only half of the States left in Sanzhou, and there were only less than 100000 soldiers left. Zhang Zhuolu, their mainstay, was assassinated and dying, and the North was in complete chaos.

When Lingyun arrived, the rest of the city was in a panic. He pursed his lips. How long did it take? It was at least two months faster than he expected. One of Zhang's generals defected with 200000 people, and the rest were killed. This was the sharp knife in Zhang's heart.

Hong Shiqi had already got the news. Ling Yun came. He was wrapped in gauze, and now he was bleeding. "Those Japanese bastards have sent three waves of assassins today..."

"How is Zhang dashai now?" Ling Yun asked.

Hong Shiqi shook his head and his eyes were red. Ling Yun patted him on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "in war, there are no immortal people. At most, the living people do something for those who die first."

Ling Tian walked into the ruined city Lord's mansion. There were a group of people standing outside. All of them glared at the stranger. Hong Shiqi said, "this is Ling Yun. I've mentioned that before."

"Ling Yun has seen all the generals. I don't know how the old commander is now injured?" Ling Yun asked mildly, "I'm not disguised as a Japanese. With the capital as the center, the news of dozens of Japanese spies can't be conveyed. Otherwise, the situation here has already been broken."

"If it wasn't for your words, how could we?"

"One country is more than three continents. I naturally choose one country," Ling Yun said calmly. "Let me meet the old man?"

"Why should I believe you?"

Dozens of Zhang Zhulu's soldiers drew their swords. Ling Yun carried them with one hand. Ling Yun said with a smile, "in other words, I'm a spy. If I come to kill the old commander today, he will die; I'm not a spy. If I don't kill the old man, he won't live long. Instead of killing him by mistake, why don't you try? "

"Or I can tell you plainly that at least no one can stop me in your current situation. You should know which is better than killing more Japanese devils." Ling Yun clapped his hands and youyou said, "besides, it's not because of my words that you are in today's situation. Even without me, you will choose to fight to the death, Or retreat is OK, but you are doomed to the structure that the three continents in the north are all women

"Presumptuous!"

Someone came to kill him with a knife. Ling Yun grabbed him by the neck with one hand, and his momentum was extremely cold. "I'm in a hurry to come here, but I'm not gossiping with you."

"Don't move, or I'll strangle him at once!"

Ling Yun takes the general into the dilapidated city Lord's mansion and looks at Zhang Zhuolu, who has lost one leg. He is already an old man. Now he is haggard and dying. Ling Yun glances at a younger general and takes out a piece of Zhu yancao from the wine pot. "If you take it directly, it will get rid of the toxin. I will protect his heart as long as you don't use any more force, Maybe a few more years. "

Poisonous grass is also a panacea. At a glance, Zhuyan grass can see that it has plenty of aura and fragrance. Lingyun puts down the general and uses his right fingers to make a sword edge. The sword Qi is like a dragon swimming around Zhang Zhulu's four limbs. His sword Qi is so fierce. With the property of Zhuyan grass, he takes out all the venom like a tarsal maggot. The sword Qi envelops Zhang Zhulu's heart, Don't let his powerful medicine damage the root, and then slowly repair the body.

This requires Ling Yun to control his sword Qi very much. Fortunately, his practice of Kendo is slow and his reserve of aura is very small, so he is very strict with his little aura when he makes a sword.

As night falls, Ling Yun is surrounded by a group of generals. He is looking through his books and waiting for Zhang Zhulu to wake up. It's not a serious injury. Of course, Zhu yancao just happens to restrain the evil, otherwise Ling Yun can't help it. He doesn't have much contact with medical knowledge, and he seldom involves in alchemy. Although he has seen some of them, it's not as profound as other knowledge.

"It's his grandmother's. I can come back alive after walking outside the gate of hell!" Zhang Zhulu lay on the bed and said weakly.

"Lao Shuai (third brother) (father)..." a group of people didn't care about Ling Yun. They surrounded Zhang Zhulu directly. After all, they talked about Ling Yun again.

As the crowd dispersed, Zhang Zhulu, who was also lying on the bed, looked at each other. Zhang Zhulu said with a smile, "I'm still saying that I can't see you even if I'm going to die. Hey, what do you want? God never stops me!"

Ling Yun chuckled and Zhang Zhulu continued: "I dare not release all the war reports here. I don't know if it will affect your plans?"

"If I don't fight, I don't have many people in my hand. What I rely on is just the word of mouth of the people." Ling Yun said gently.

"Do you have a plan? All these three continents have been lost. I'm very angry. How many people have died... "Zhang Zhulu suddenly said," his grandmother's Wang juexi dares to play Yin for me! "