On the night of the second day of March, a small funeral was being held in Little Canghe.
Two families were involved in the funeral — in reality, it could only be considered as one family. Lu Yannian, whose head was sent back, still had an old wife in his family, while his deputy, Qi Zhenbiao, was alone. Now, his bloodline could be considered completely severed. As for the Takeshi informants, since they weren't dead, they didn't do anything about it.
Most of the people who came to pay their respects were soldiers and members of the Takeshi family who knew the two families. There were also some who were good friends of the unconfirmed victims. The dishes weren't sumptuous, and everyone had a glass of light wine. Ning Yi's family, Qin Shaoqian, and the other high-ranking military officials were responsible for entertaining the guests. They roughly explained the ins and outs of the matter, the Female Enlightened Master's actions, and the response on this side. There were also some people who became agitated and indignant, but after being whispered a few words by the accompanying officers, they became quiet again. They only tightly clenched their fists under the table.
Half a year after the defeat of the Western Xia, Little Canghe had been developing and expanding in a quiet atmosphere. Sometimes, the influx of people and goods almost made people forget the depression they had felt during the year before the war with the Western Xia. In fact, after settling down in a corner for nearly two years, the soldiers who came from the rich and populous Central Plains had gradually forgotten what the Central Plains was like. Only this kind of death proved to the people that in this place outside the mountain, the intense conflict had never stopped.
Sooner or later, the battle that had taken place outside the city of Bianliang would take place on this land, or perhaps it had already begun.
Ning Yi walked around the long tent with a white flower tied around his neck. He nodded and greeted everyone at the table. Someone couldn't help but stand up and ask, "Mr. Ning, can we defeat the Female Perfected Cultivator?" Ning Yi nodded.
"Of course we can." He replied in a low voice, "The state you were in when you were on Dong Zhiyuan was the key to defeating the Female Perfected Cultivators, even better than them. We might be able to defeat them, but of course, it will be difficult. Very difficult. Very difficult. "
He enunciated each word clearly. It was very difficult to say these three words.
After greeting everyone, Ning Yi quietly left from the side. Chen Fan followed him out. The two of them walked along the mountain path. There was no moon, and the starlight was boundless. Ning Yi put his hands into the pockets of his clothes. He was used to having pockets, so he asked Tan'Er and the others to improve their current short clothes. They were loose, light, and energetic.
"Bro Chen, you haven't been on the battlefield for a long time, right?"
"I've only been on it a few times." Chen Fan held a stalk of grass in his mouth and chuckled. "Actually, when I was with the Saint Duke, I didn't have much of a strategy. I just led the troops and charged forward. Right now, things were very different from when the Sage Duke rose to power. What? You want to banish me? "
"You are the disciple of the Buddha Marshal. I feel like it's a waste for you to always follow me."
"You're really meticulous in your calculations. You're not willing to let others take advantage of you. You'd better let me have some peace. There are too many people who want to kill you. If there really was a Great Grandmaster who didn't care about his life, Hunchback Chen and the others would certainly risk their lives to protect him, but they would also be afraid of a moment of carelessness. You've already sent Zhu Biao to Shandong … "
"Hongti will come in a few days."
"If there really is a war, you don't want the Green Wood Stronghold anymore? She will have to go back eventually. "
"You can ask Jin'er to take over. She can ride a horse and wear a mask. "
Ning Yi gestured and then Chen Fan laughed with him. In the past two weeks, the Piercing Tiger drama had been performed in the Green Wood Stronghold and the Little Canghe. The image of the Blood Bodhisattva wearing a hideous mask had gradually spread. If it was just to make up the numbers, maybe Jin'er could really act.
But after all, it was just a joke. Chen Fan looked at him and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
"Zhuo Xiaofeng and the others have been here for a long time. They should be familiar with the situation in the Little Canghe. I want to send them back to Miao Jiang. But no matter how I think about it, the one who can control the situation the most is you. The one who can easily coordinate with Watermelon is you and your wife. Therefore, I need you to lead the team. "
Chen Fan furrowed his brows. He looked at Ning Yi and was silent for a moment. "Normally, I wouldn't ask this, but … Is it really time? Is there still a gap between us and the Perfected Lady? "
"I also hope that there is still time." Ning Yi gazed at the valley below and sighed. "After killing the Emperor, he mobilized his army with less than ten thousand men. In just one year, he managed to defeat the Western Xia Country, and in another year, he had to face the Jurchens. How could such a thing happen? When we chose the Northwest, we never thought that it would be like this. If I have a few years, I can open up the situation in the cracks and slowly plan. This Battlefield of Four Battles is a barren mountain range suitable for training. When the time comes, our situation will definitely be much better. "
He shook his head and said, "Defeating the Western Xia is not a good choice. Although this pressure has forced the team to use all their potential, the loss is also great. Moreover, it is too early to alert the enemy. Now, other people can still be at ease, but for us, we can only depend on the Nu Han's intentions. But think about it, we are such a small place and haven't developed yet, but we have something that they want. If you are the Nu Han, what will you do? Do you think you can tolerate us arguing with him here? "
"Is there any other way?" Chen Fan furrowed his brows. "What if we save our strength and leave?"
"Brother Chen, I didn't know that you were such a cautious person before." Ning Yi laughed and teased.
Chen Fan also laughed. "If I am alone, I can put my life on the line. As long as I die a worthy death, risking my life is normal. But there are so many people. I have never fought against the Perfected Lady, but I can imagine that this time, their goal is different from the previous two times. The first time was to test the waters. They didn't have any confidence and wanted to end the battle quickly. The second time was to destroy Bianliang and destroy the Wu dynasty. They even captured the Emperor. This time, they won't just leave after playing around. Three armies are coming. If we don't surrender, we will die. Not many people in the world can stop them. "
"After all, the Western Army only has ten thousand soldiers."
"Wanyan Loushi is a God of War. Last year and the year before, he brought ten or twenty thousand people to fight against a hundred thousand or three hundred thousand. Let's not talk about whether we can defeat him or not. Even if we can, this bone is not easy to chew. Plus, if we really defeat the Western Army, I'm afraid the first to fight against the Perfected Lady will be us … "Chen Fan paused and tilted his head to look at him." You can't have thought of all this. What are you thinking? "
"I have discussed it with Shaoqian and Chengzong. I have thought about it for a long time. There are a few questions." Ning Yi looked ahead. "I am not good at war. If we really fight, do we really have a low chance of winning? How big will the loss be? "
Chen Fan thought for a moment. "We have to consider Loushi's ability. If it is only the Western Army, of course we have a chance of winning. But … we can't be careless. Like you said, it is difficult. So, we have to consider the possibility of a big loss. "
"The appearance of firearms will change some things. According to the previous estimation, it may not be accurate. Of course, there is no such thing as an accurate thing in the world." Ning Yi smiled faintly. "Let's take a look back. Why did we come here to create a situation in such a difficult place? After defeating the Western Xia, we will be driven away by the Perfected Lady a year later? Driven away? In times of peace, we need to pay attention to probability and be rational in doing business. But in times of chaos, who isn't standing on a cliff? "
"I am not willing." Ning Yi gritted his teeth. His eyes gradually revealed an extremely cold and ruthless expression. After a while, that expression disappeared like an illusion. He tilted his head. "The game has not started. We should not retreat. I want to take a gamble here. If we are sure that Ni Han and Xi Yin are determined to take the Small Canghe and we cannot coordinate, then … "
The night wind blew gracefully. On the hillside, Ning Yi's voice paused. "Then … I will not hesitate to pay any price to kill Wanyan Loushi. Even if it's Bi Han, I will still tear a piece of flesh from his body. I will even consider the possibility of leaving them here."
Things had not been done yet. Ning Yi's words were just a statement. He had always been calm, and this time was no exception. Chen Fan listened and quietly looked at the valley below. After listening, Chen Fan quietly looked at the valley below. After a long time, he took a deep breath. He gritted his teeth and laughed. His eyes were filled with fanaticism. "Hah, that's how it should be. That's how it should be. I understand. If you really want to do this, I will follow. No matter what you do, I will follow. "
He paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "You know, when the Holy Duke rose up, he claimed to have hundreds of thousands of people. It was a mess, but I always felt that it was meaningless … No, that's not right. Compared to now, the meaning of that time is really lacking …"
Then he said, "If I tell this to Watermelon, that girl will love you to death. On the surface, she won't say anything, but when she turns her head, her eyes will be filled with stars. Heh, that's it … "
Hearing him say this, Ning Yi also laughed. "It's just a temporary idea. Sometimes, the situation is stronger than the person. If there are any changes, we can only take one step at a time."
"I know." Chen Fan put his hands on his hips and pointed at him. "Be careful not to die. You have to practice martial arts more."
"I am already a martial arts master."
Chen Fan looked forward and shook his head. It was as if he did not hear Ning Yi's words at all. He muttered to himself, "Damn, I should find a time to team up with Zhu Biao and Grandmaster Lu to kill Lin Eechan. That way, there will be one less problem … Otherwise, I can ask Hunchback Chen and the others to help me find Watermelon … I can't be at ease …"
"Idiot …" Ning Yi curled his lips in dissatisfaction. He turned around and walked forward. Chen Fan thought about something and followed him. Ning Yi spread out his hands and said loudly, "Everyone can see that I have found the wrong person."
"I mean it. We can do it," Chen Fan said.
"I don't have time for that Lin guy …"
The two talked for a while and gradually arrived at the small courtyard. A figure was wandering outside the courtyard. It was Jin 'er, who stayed at home to take care of the child. She was wearing a floral coat and was strolling outside the courtyard with Ning Yi's little daughter, Ning Wenwen, who was less than a year old. There were, of course, hidden guards nearby. Chen Fan saw that they had arrived, so he went to the side and did not follow them.
Ning Yi walked over and sat down with Jin 'er on the grass. Jin' er asked a few questions about the funeral, and Ning Yi answered. At that moment, the valley below was lit up by the light of the fire. The sight of people made everything look warm. Jin 'er told Ning Yi about her days in Jiang Ning. She told him about the days in the brothel, the evaluation of the talented scholars in Jiang Ning, the small house by the Qinhuai River, the life with Yunzhu, the morning mist, the running in the morning mist, and the strange man who ran to her. At that time, she had never thought that this man would become her husband. Of course, she had never thought that the son-in-law she had fallen in love with would end up here.
If everything could be the same as before, it would be something to look forward to.
"We … we can still live like that in the future, right?" Jin 'er smiled and said softly. "After we beat the Perfected Cultivator away."
"After we beat the Perfected Cultivator away, the world will be at peace. We will go back to Jiang Ning and build a wooden house by the Qinhuai River. You and Yunzhu can live there. I will run every day. You … um, you will be bothered by the child all day long. So, some of you will not be the same as before."
Jin 'er smiled. After a while, she stretched out her finger and said, "We have an appointment."
Ning Yi hooked his finger and said, "We have an appointment."
That night, there were bright stars in the sky. In the valley of the Little Cang River, the lights of the people's houses were like stars that stretched towards the mountain pass. At this time, the Perfected Cultivator and the Perfected Cultivator came from the north to the south. The situation north of the Yellow River was completely chaotic. Most of the trade routes were paralyzed and the flow of goods in and out of the Little Cang River gradually came to an end. However, on the fourth day of the third month, someone came with a letter. After that, it was the last batch of goods that was to be transported to the Little Cang River.
Surprisingly, it was a letter from Zuo Duanyou. After leaving the Little Cang River and the Perfected Cultivator's invasion to the south, Zuo Duanyou had made the decision to bring his entire family to the south.
A large number of military equipment, ironware, gunpowder, rations and other goods were transported to the mountains of the Little Cang River. This caused the valley to be bustling for a period of time.
In the east, in the Central Plains.
From the north to the south, the crowds of people fleeing for their lives stretched for hundreds of miles. The rich families drove their cattle, sheep and carriages while the poor families carried their parcels and dragged their families with them. At every crossing of the Yellow River, the ferries that traveled to and fro were overloaded.
This was because the first wave of refugees from the south of the Jin Nation had begun to appear. The Perfected Cultivator's army followed closely behind. After the first wave of battles, hundreds of thousands of defeated soldiers were pushed away like a tide on the land north of the Yellow River. In the south, the Wu dynasty's court seemed to have been frightened and was completely frozen.
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