The fire burned in the small stove, and as the water boiled, the faint aroma of tea wafted out along with the steam. Perhaps because the girl who brewed the tea was not a refined person, the tea was boiled directly in the pot, and there was not much attention paid to it.
The two had known each other for a long time, and the equality and inequality of status were no longer a simple matter. As Liu Watermelon squatted there and brewed the tea, Ning Yi continued to write with his head lowered. Occasionally, the girl would look back at him. When it was done, she poured the tea into a cup and handed it to Ning Yi. Ning Yi put it to the side and let the steam rise.
"I still insist that after this journey, no matter how the situation develops, we cannot go to Green Creek again." After Watermelon sat back in his chair in a daze, Ning Yi abruptly opened his mouth. The young girl turned around and saw that Ning Yi was dipping his brush into the ink on the inkstone, not looking in her direction.
"Yes." Watermelon looked at him.
"A group of people with families to take care of, there are really too many people. We only have eight hundred people on our side, and we don't have the capital to lose again. I have no friendship with your Uncle Fang, and these questions can be more straightforward. The main thing is that anyone can see that the past has no meaning. They don't dare to say these words, but I can say them to you. "As he spoke, he lowered his head and continued to write.
Watermelon raised her head and looked at the top of the tent. "Why didn't you say so a few days ago?"
"The city has just been breached, and you were thinking about it. Now that you've thought about it, I can also tell you."
"… Chen Fan and the others are going back."
"Mainly to save people and persuade them. If everyone wants to stay in Green Creek and fight to the death, there will only be one result. In the past few days, I've also told Chen Fan that even if we return to Qingxi and want to let people leave, we should only tell a few people. Otherwise, there will be people who will take their lives … People like Fang Qifo and even General Lu might be able to see the situation clearly, but I'm afraid that your Uncle Fang and the others might not be able to … "
Watermelon was silent for a while. "There are still many soldiers in Green Creek. If we drag it out, we might not be able to hold on."
"We can definitely hold the first stage." Ning Yi spoke as he wrote, "Hangzhou has been breached. Tong Guan doesn't have much time left. Anyway, you don't have any more chances. At most, in half a month, he will go north. Next, those who surrounded Qingxi were ordinary soldiers coming from all directions. Perhaps it would take a little longer, but the result would not change. Back then, you relied on their cowardice to take down Hangzhou in one go. But you only had the ability to take down Hangzhou in one go. Once the disaster victims were defeated at the highest point, they would have no chance in the future. There are many people here with their families and children. Don't throw in the last 800 people. "
As he spoke, he picked up the teacup, blew on it, took a sip, and put it down again. Watermelon watched for a while. "Do you know what would happen if someone else heard what you said?"
"They just don't want to face reality. Some people don't dare to say it, but they can still see what they should see." Ning Yi looked up at her and smiled. Then, he shook his head and continued writing. "Like I said before, you can pick any of the three places. Now that everyone's attention is on Fang La, it's not wrong to go far away. Life in Miaojiang and Xiangxi is easy for everyone. You guys are close to that place anyway. Go into the mountains first and talk about other things. "
The brush in his hand paused. "Once … everyone calms down, those who participated in the Yongle Uprising will be accounted for. Now that this place has been plagued by bandits, it will be gradually swept clean. Our Tyrant Sword Camp will definitely be on the list. So it's necessary to hide well. After entering the mountains, I don't know how you guys lived before, but you need to pay attention to some hygiene conditions. Try to drink boiled water and don't eat cold food. There are also many things related to the initial planning of the stronghold. I've been thinking about it recently and wrote it all down. There are main and secondary opinions. In the future … "Ning Yi pointed at the book he was writing." We can study it together. "
"You …" Hearing this, Watermelon faintly felt that something was wrong and frowned. Ning Yi had already stretched out his hand. "Wait, wait, wait, wait. I've thought of many things. Don't interrupt me, I'm afraid I'll forget."
In the tent, Watermelon had already stood up. Ning Yi took a sip of tea and continued writing with his head down. His words were neither fast nor slow. There was no big focus, but the main focus was still on how to change the system of the Tyrant Sword Camp, how to absorb and accommodate more people. In fact, this was a variation of the company culture in the future. The core of the Tyrant Sword Camp was ultimately a small group supported by benevolence and righteousness. Relatively speaking, it was still exclusive. If they wanted to expand, the familial and brotherly atmosphere would be diluted. What Ning Yi said was mainly to open up many ports at the lower levels, such as how to restrict, evaluate, and even determine performance. Once the rules were set, Watermelon wouldn't have to be as tired as before.
In the past, the two of them often talked about this. Over the past half a year, Ning Yi had been trying to change the system of human relations to the rule of law. But he wasn't impatient. He didn't even rashly change the core of the Tyrant Sword Camp. A stronghold that could be maintained to this extent through human relations was actually better than a simple rule of law. Some of the seemingly useless rules and regulations that he had suggested were only shown to Watermelon internally. He didn't even send them out. This was all for when the Tyrant Sword Camp wanted to expand in the future.
In the past, when the two of them talked about this and that, they were just talking back and forth. Sometimes, they would joke around. But today, the young girl realized that there was no room for her to interrupt. Ning Yi just spoke casually and randomly. He had some ideas and his final goal. In the past, he didn't say anything, but now he would mention it.
Finally, in this atmosphere, Watermelon walked over and looked at him. She gently raised her hand and finally pressed it on the paper he was writing on. "You … said this …"
She didn't have time to organize her words, because Ning Yi raised his head and smiled at her eyes. After a moment of silence, he thought about it and finally put down the brush. He patted the back of the young girl's hand and stood up. "Actually, I'm almost done writing what I need to write." He picked up the teacup and took a sip, then walked around the table.
"You … you …" Watermelon opened her eyes wide and stared at him for a long time. When her eyes were almost moist, she finally let out a breath. "Heh, you know. You know … what I came here to ask you tonight." She exhaled and took two steps back. "You're a spy from the imperial court!?"
When she said this, the young girl's eyes were glistening, and her voice was stern. Ning Yi glanced at her and smiled with a complicated expression. He walked towards the entrance of the tent. The young girl suddenly waved her hand and swept away the inkstone and brush on the table. "You think you can leave? If you're a man, then say it clearly here! "
"In any case, I can't leave. Come out."
Ning Yi opened the tent flap and walked out. After a moment, Watermelon followed him out, almost woodenly. In the camp of more than five thousand people, sparks of fire spread along the valley in front of them. It was the Qingming Festival, and some people were still paying respects to their deceased family members. Ning Yi looked at all of this. In the darkness not far away, Fang Shuchang's silhouette could be faintly seen. There were also a few other people hidden in the darkness. Watermelon walked a few steps. In front of everyone, she still had a cold and elegant expression. "You can speak now. Ning Liheng! "
Ning Yi held the teacup and lowered his head to look at the tea inside. He didn't speak.
"You've been here for so long! Has my Tyrant's Saber Camp ever mistreated you!?
"I, Liu Qianqian, have never confided in you!?
"Everything you've said before, was it all fake!?"
The young girl was probably hurt by his attitude. These words were cold and harsh, but Ning Yi looked at the situation in the camp and didn't reply. When he opened his mouth, he said something else. "More than five thousand people, after washing up and entering the mountain, you'll have a foundation. No matter what, self-preservation is the first path. Maybe in the future, you'll really be able to do something. Maybe one day you'll really succeed in what you want to do. But what's coming next is the most difficult period for you … "
As he said these words, he took a sip of tea. In the darkness, not far behind the young girl, Liu Tiannan had already come out with the long box that contained the Tyrant's Saber. Qian Luoning's figure and Zheng Qiming's voice also began to appear. Ning Yi looked around and smiled. "I still have a few words to say. There's no need to be so hasty."
Everyone frowned and had different expressions. Fang Shuchang said, "I believe you have your own difficulties. If you have a way to prove your innocence or if you're forced to do so, you can say it."
Ning Yi just raised his cup to him and paused. "The one thousand and two hundred people behind us are not Tong Guan's Imperial Army, but they are the elites of Kang Fangting's Wuju Camp. In an hour, they will launch a surprise attack from the southeast. Uncle Nan, you'd better prepare first. I don't know much about war, but I have a suggestion. Mr. Du and Zheng Qiming will lead a team of 150 people and travel ten miles east. You can see their camp there. Although each of them has military rations with them, there is a small team in charge of rations at the back of the camp. More than a hundred people will use fire arrows to distract them. They will think that you're aiming for the rations and retreat. Watermelon, bring 500 people to Clean Wind Hill two miles away to kill the vanguard of the sneak attack. In the future, they won't follow us anymore. "
When he said this, everyone was stunned. Even Liu Watermelon was a little surprised. Then, he just tilted his head and said with some difficulty, "Uncle Nan, go confirm …" Liu Tiannan nodded and left. Just when everyone thought that Ning Yi had difficulties, he spoke again.
"Everyone has different things to do. I've been here for so long and there are some things that you don't know. I don't have a close relationship with the court. There's an old man named Qin Siyuan who has recently become the Right Prime Minister. Back in Jiangning, I played a few games of chess with him. There are some things that must be done now. After leaving here, I will go to Shangjing and do my part … "He smiled and cupped his hands." Blood-handed Butcher Ning Liheng, although our paths are different, it's an honor to meet you all … "
"You can leave …"
"… There's gunpowder beside you."
Two fire arrows were shot from afar!
Everyone in the Tyrant's Blade Camp knew about Ning Yi's exploits when he used gunpowder in Peace Alley. When he was in the Tyrant's Blade Camp, everyone was naturally on guard and didn't allow him to come into contact with too many things. But later on, they gradually trusted him and naturally let him go. When Ning Yi left the city, he had made some preparations. Whether there was gunpowder or not, no one knew. But although this area was relatively empty, there were still a few small cars that could be used to carry miscellaneous items. The fire arrows were nailed to two wooden barrels. Fang Shuchang and the others hurriedly dodged.
Ning Yi had just left the tent and naturally put a few meters of distance between him and Liu Watermelon. Liu Watermelon felt that he couldn't run and was also uneasy, so she naturally didn't pay much attention to him. One of the barrels was right beside the tent. If she wanted to chase after Ning Yi, she would be getting closer to that barrel. Ning Yi was already retreating, but when he looked over, the young girl's gaze still stunned him.
From the first three questions, when Ning Yi had almost tacitly agreed to it outside the tent, she seemed to have lost some kind of strength. She had also said those words with great difficulty when she asked Liu Tiannan to check. The words that came after that, perhaps everything that Ning Yi said had a meaning in the hearts of others, but in her heart, it had become something else. At this moment, when Ning Yi looked over, it was hard to describe what kind of feeling the young girl in front of him had. Her body was thin, but she was trying her best to stand there. Her head was slightly tilted, and her facial features were exquisite and pale. There was a strange feeling of translucence, as if it was about to become transparent. Perhaps it was the reflection of the milky way in the sky in her moist eyes. For a moment, it was as if there was a kind of unforgettable beauty.
Ning Yi saw the thin and pale lips move slightly. She was talking, as if she was talking to herself, but at that moment, Ning Yi heard the words, like drops of water on the quiet surface of the water.
"… I won't let you go."
Ning Yi immediately raised his gun! The young girl bent down, and her slender legs burst out with power, pushing out ripples on the grass. Countless water droplets flew, leaving traces in the air …
"Ah — —"
That pair of eyes seemed to be staring at his soul as they closed in. Ning Yi sighed in his heart and moved the muzzle away with difficulty.
"Bang — —"
The sound of gunfire, flames, the pushed airflow, and the stray bullets shot out of the barrel … The blade rolled over angrily — —
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