Chapter 772 We Will Fight for the Rest of Our Lives

Zhao Changhe originally thought that the extremely tense war atmosphere and hurried back to the capital, but in the end, he spent a good New Year with the women, and practiced and explored.

At first, he felt that he had to take care of the company of every woman, but on the second and third days, he seemed to gradually return to his original nature.

Everyone had a lot of things to do, no one needed to pester him, and he didn't need to deliberately look for anyone. For Chi Chi Wanzhuang and others, as long as he had that intention, he would be very happy. In fact, the feeling of "having him at home" is more meaningful than anything else, and it is peaceful and down-to-earth.

Most of the time, Zhao Changhe was in seclusion with Yue Hongling under the Taimiao, and the two basically didn't talk much. Occasionally, they opened their eyes and saw each other and smiled slightly, and that feeling was indescribably peaceful.

Compared with Yue Hongling's motionlessness, Zhao Changhe still went out frequently, mainly to accompany everyone for dinner and to grasp the progress of some things.

First of all, the storage box.

The boxes can be molded and mass-produced, but the formations carved on the boxes cannot be achieved by copying. They must be carved by monks one by one by hand. Therefore, the mass-produced boxes are fast, but the finished storage boxes are not fast.

On the fifth day of the first lunar month, the first batch of 100 storage boxes were finally completed under the overtime work of Yuan Xing and others.

These 100 storage boxes are not the same as the low-end rings provided by Sha Qi before. The boxes are easy to carve formations, and the resulting capacity is much larger than that of the low-end rings. Each box itself is only twice the size of a cigarette box, but the inside is the size of a small room. And a room is still a room no matter how small it is. What is the concept of the transportation capacity of 100 rooms?

Zhao Changhe also tried to see if he could use one box to put other boxes in it, but finally found that it was not possible, as there seemed to be a sense of spatial mutual exclusion, so forget it. Anyway, although you can't nest dolls in space, you can pack them in the same space. It's no problem to pack all the boxes together and take them away. In fact, there are only 20 cigarettes... At most, you can divide them into two or three packs.

This means that with just one person and one horse, the transport capacity of a large convoy can be replaced.

In the past few days, Zhao Changhe has taught the crane control skill to all the generals and generals of the Demon Suppression Division who are qualified to use it. Now a lot of people can "open the box". On that day, Wu Weiyang, the Demon Suppression Division, rode his horse with the storage box and headed straight to Taihang. He took over the grain truck from northern Shanxi on the mountain road and returned early the next morning.

Seeing the full warehouse of grain opened in an instant, Zhuque, the commander of the three armies, stared with his phoenix eyes and couldn't speak for a long time.

Being played by you like this, I really feel that some of the war knowledge I learned since elementary school can be burned.

The storage box is still being rushed, and it has brought more shocks to Marshal Zhuque.

Although the cannon "Divine Punishment" is much slower to make than making a box, it is not as slow as imagined. In the middle of the first month, ten Divine Punishments have been secretly lined up in front of Zhuque.

Looking at the roaring artillery fire, Zhuque feels that some of the war knowledge he has learned can be burned again.

In the second half of the month, the weather in the north gradually warmed up, the ice and snow in the north melted, and the grass began to sprout.

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After the court meeting, Tang Wanzhuang, the new prime minister of the Han Dynasty, and Zhuque, the new general, walked side by side on the long street outside the palace.

Some old people in the capital watched the two people walking side by side from afar, and their expressions were somewhat long-lost memories.

The capital of that year, the two little girls who rolled against the wall that year.

Time flies, still the familiar red and white clothes, but the delicate stamens have fully bloomed, like blooming roses and crabapples, one civil and one military supporting the beams of the empire.

Do they still fight?

"Your apprentice probably went to the Taimiao to steal food again, and you don't care." The prime minister was saying this to the general.

"Yue Hongling is standing there, she can't eat." Zhuque replied with a smile.

I won't tell you that he actually stayed in the Queen Mother's bedroom last night, hehe.

However, after so many days, I thought he would continue to think about letting the Empress Dowager and the Emperor serve together, but in the end I found that he was not as full of these things as before. He was very warm and comfortable. On the contrary, the stinky disciple was shameless. He ran here at night under the excuse of "paying respects to the Empress Dowager" and then did not go back.

This kind of thing happened the first time and the second time. A few months ago, he was pulled by him to stack the master and the disciple in the imperial study room. I was extremely ashamed and angry. Until yesterday, I felt that there was no mental fluctuation. I was lazy and said, "Since you are here, just stay."

Then I pressed the disciple's hand and played with him.

The master is kind and the disciple is filial.

But because Xia Chichi had eaten enough last night, of course he would not go to eat secretly now. How could he be so hungry.

But speaking of it, since he could teleport to the Empress Dowager's bedroom, he would naturally teleport to the Tang Mansion outside the palace. I guess the Tang family's hooves were well fed in the past ten days. Look at the bright smile on her eyebrows and eyes. Her usual frowning look is gone.

Vixen, it turns out that she used to be just to seduce men.

Of course, this is on the street, and the prime minister and the general are not allowed to quarrel. The two looked ahead seriously, and Tang Wanzhuang was asking: "How is your army doing?"

"I know." Zhuque glanced at her sideways: "Now the food and silver are complete. However, there is still a gap in weapons, bows and crossbows, tents, bedding, and even ropes and kettles. I would like to trouble the prime minister to urge them again."

"The gap is not big. I will keep an eye on it, so you can rest assured."

Zhuque didn't like what she claimed to be like, so he couldn't help but said: "It's not a big deal. What I want is a specific time. How can I be so perfunctory?"

Tang Wanzhuang did not argue with her, and still described the situation calmly: "Materials cannot be conjured, they need to be made. Nowadays, it is no different than in the past. When workshops in Langya Qinghe and other places start work, they can be transported quickly. It is easy not to rely solely on supplies from the capital. It’s a lot, so I can guarantee it. However, I can’t supervise the progress of Langya Qinghe remotely. I can only rely on carrier pigeons. It’s hard for me to answer the specific time.”

Suzaku punched the cotton and looked at Tang Wanzhuang in surprise.

Although this woman's calm tone was standard, the premise was that the person making trouble couldn't be her, Suzaku. Once she is looking for trouble, this woman's tone will change. Why is she so calm today...

"What are you looking at me for?" Tang Wanzhuang looked intently: "If you want to quarrel, change to another place. It's on the street."

Suzaku: "Where to change?"

Tang Wanzhuang: "?"

"Forget it." Zhuque said: "I really came to you to ask about the situation, not to quarrel with you. Now that spring is blooming, Sanniang also said that Timur has sent envoys to extensively connect with various ministries in the northwest Gobi, and the situation is imminent. . I originally planned to mention it in the meeting today. Now that the troops have been trained, we just need to wait for the military supplies to be ready for the Northern Expedition. However, I mentioned it as if I was insulting you in public. It would not look good if you misunderstood. So I talked about it privately. "

She paused and added: "We cannot passively wait for Timur to go south and then launch some defensive counterattack. We have to take the initiative. The Immortal God is most likely to be at the peak of the second level of Yujing. Once restored by him, it will not be a desolate disaster. It’s comparable to destroying those people.”

Tang Wanzhuang asked: "How is the second level of peak specific?"

"We know how strong Zun is during the battle in Chang'an. He injured Hong Ling even when five people were besieging him. It's not a joke. There is another key point. I don't know who was from Jiuyou or Changhe in that battle..." Zhuque suddenly After a moment, he continued: "In short, the Louguantai space was isolated at that time, so the aftermath of our battle did not spill out, otherwise Chang'an would be in ruins."

Tang Wanzhuang said: "What you mean is that once the Immortal God revives and goes south, not mentioning the danger of Yanmen is just a lie. Just considering that the battlefield is on the battlefield, we, the Han Dynasty, will not be able to bear the spilled casualties."

"Yes, the battlefield must be at their place so that we can have free rein. It doesn't matter how many people are accidentally injured."

Tang Wanzhuang frowned tightly.

Zhuque asked curiously: "What?"

"Originally, we were in a situation where we could advance, attack, retreat and defend, but now that I heard what you said, it has become a situation where we have to go all-in on the northern expedition... If Timur knew our mentality, he could calmly lay down a dragnet... It would be very difficult to fight like this. Suffer."

Suzaku looked at her sideways: "You and your man only know how to be in love, but you don't know how to ask some practical questions?"

Tang Wanzhuang quickly glanced left and right and saw the pedestrians in the distance. She muttered in a low voice: "Who asked this and that during that incident! What do you want to say?"

"What do you think the purpose of his recent hard work in observing the world is to train his ability to observe the surroundings from a wide range of perspectives, as well as his ability to be distracted and multi-purpose to process multiple aspects of information at the same time. When the time comes, he will go on an expedition with me, You know all the changes around you, how can you get into such a trap so easily?" Suzaku said with disdain, "Your man is obsessed with the Northern Expedition, so you can't understand it."

Tang Wanzhuang finally suppressed the blush on her face and said angrily: "Can he always be by your side? Are you capable enough!"

"Everyone is training towards the second level of the Realm of Control. I took his reminder, and of course I have some enlightenment. The element of fire is everywhere, and what I see is beyond your knowledge. Take a good look at it and learn from it."

While they were talking, the two of them had already arrived in front of the Tang family, now the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Tang Wanzhuang stopped and gritted her teeth: "The general has arrived at the door of his house. Would you like to come in and have a drink? You and I can continue discussing current affairs."

The implication is that we have changed places. Let’s go and come with me to tear them apart.

How could Zhuque be afraid of her? He raised his head proudly and followed her in with his chest raised.

When they arrived at Tang Wanzhuang's courtyard, both of them were stunned for a moment.

From the courtyard, you can see Zhao Changhe sitting there writing something by the window of the house. He is standing beside him holding a piano and grinding ink and pouring tea for him. From time to time, his eyes fall on the side of his uncle's face, full of gentleness and tenderness.

Tang Wanzhuang curled her lips. This maid was useless. She was happier serving her uncle than serving her own young lady. The gentleness in her brows and corners of her eyes was... as if she was seeing herself.

At any rate, the scene is about writing, and although it looks a bit jealous, it's not irritating. Zhuque forgot about his quarrel with Tang Wanzhuang, went into the room with his hands behind his back, and looked around: "What are you writing?"

Zhao Changhe kept writing letters and replied in his mouth: "The most obvious flaw of using the sky to descend is that you can't enter the secret realm. I originally intended to communicate with Sisi about some things, but it turned out that Sisi has been in the secret realm of the Spirit Clan these days. Not in Dali. I searched several times but couldn't find anyone. I could only talk to the Ling tribe people in Dali, but I felt uneasy, so I simply sent another letter. "

"What's so important?"

"According to the performance of Li Shentong, it is no longer meaningful for us to let the Miao soldiers suppress Bashu. We can just stay on guard against others. The remaining elites should go eastward to western Hunan. Yin Kui should have come from there. The edge is rising, I wonder if there is any tail left.”

"What you are guarding against is...Jiuyou?"

"Well. The biggest difference between Jiuyou and the demons under his system and conventional wars is that they themselves will cause death and chaos, rather than a struggle for power. So they will kill and destroy without restraint, and cannot be judged by common sense. In addition, Sisi can reach or even exceed our current level with the help of beast control, such as using flying eagles to observe the earth. I asked her to send a few reliable beast masters over, or they may make up for our shortcomings. Well, maybe there will be additional benefits..."

"What benefits?"

"The Hu people also often use eagle eyes to observe the movements in the distance, right? But their eagle training is not at the same level as the spirit beast control. I think we can let the beast master's eagle control the airspace and kill all the Hu people's eagles. Our soul spying will probably have to collide with Temur Boye's at that time, making everyone useless. In the end, we will return to the basics and rely on conventional means. If we can really control the air, our advantage will come."

The two women looked at him in a daze.

In fact, both of them had thought about these things, but of course they didn't think about Sisi's beast control. They all thought it was a question of how to fight on the battlefield. As a result, he called for external help from afar, and solved it the easiest way, as if the last part of the military book that everyone had read since childhood could be burned.

As Zhuque said earlier, everyone controlled this and that, and he seemed to only need to control "us who control those things."

The war has not yet begun, and all the skills are outside the battlefield.

Zhao Changhe finished writing the letter, folded it and gave it to Baoqin: "Let the Demon Suppression Division send it to King Dali as soon as possible."

Baoqin took the letter and glanced at Zhuque.

Zhuque made a gesture of pressing the mute point, and Baoqin ran away with the letter: "With your little talking skills, I don't even want to bully you. You old women are opponents of the same level... Oh~"

Baoqin didn't finish her words, and was miserably grabbed by her own lady by the collar, and then rolled into a ball and thrown out directly from the courtyard wall.

Baoqin, who was bullied by his own lady, didn't realize how high his rank was now. She was the only virgin around him. She smelled so good that some people were reluctant to eat her too quickly.

Zhao Changhe was really at a loss for words: "Why are you bullying Baoqin... By the way, why did you two come together? The sun is rising from the west?"

Neither of them was embarrassed to say that they came in to find a place where no one was around to quarrel or fight. Tang Wanzhuang coughed twice: "Nothing, the general impeached me for delaying the supply of military supplies, so I should have a good chat with the general."

Zhuque glared and said: "When did I impeach you? I even gave you face in the court!"

"Okay, okay." Zhao Changhe reached out and hugged Tang Wanzhuang who was about to retort: ​​"Since it's a banquet, can I drink it?"

Tang Wanzhuang was caught off guard and hugged by him in front of Zhuque. She felt very ashamed and struggled: "Let go, what are you talking about! Baoqin, Baoqin, hurry up and serve the wine..."

Before she finished speaking, she remembered that Baoqin was thrown out by herself. Tang Wanzhuang's voice was stuck in her throat, and she was ashamed and angry.

Zhuque was full of fighting spirit and was amused by this scene: "Shout again, I love to see it."

Tang Wanzhuang closed her mouth and glared.

Zhuque's eyes were bent with laughter: "Why are you just holding me? Touch me, I love to see it."

How could Zhao Changhe mess with Tang Wanzhuang in front of her? He would have to sleep on the floor in the future. Hearing this, he stretched out his other hand and hugged Zhuque into his arms.

"?" Zhuque struggled: "Let go, what are you talking about!"

Tang Wanzhuang, who was originally ashamed and angry, heard this sentence that was exactly the same as her own reaction, but she was amused: "Shout again, I love to see it."

Zhuque: "..."

The atmosphere was quiet for a while, and the two stopped struggling, looking at each other like fighting cocks without saying a word.

In fact, Zhao Changhe just wanted to persuade the fight, and had no other thoughts. Seeing that it was quiet, he smiled: "Okay, let's have dinner together? A prime minister and a general are still noisy like a little girl... You two..."

Tang Wanzhuang bit her lower lip and suddenly remembered her long-standing promise.

At that time, he went to war alone, under the watchful eyes of the gods and demons. He was extremely worried and could only encourage him by saying that if he could return safely, he would fight with the Suzaku Venerable on the bed for him to see. That was nothing more than hoping that he could protect himself and not rush to fight to the death with others. Think about the people waiting for him in the capital, who have what you want.

Times have changed, the impulse at that time has passed, and the shameful promise has been dragged on and not wanted to be fulfilled, but he is about to go to war again.

Not setting the time for the Northern Expedition in advance is because of fear of spies. Now everything is ready, and we can go to war anytime and anywhere. Judging from today's discussion, it may be possible to set off tomorrow.

This is a battle of national destiny, involving not only the Hu people, but also Guanlong and Kunlun... The most powerful demon god Jiuyou is watching. Even if Zhao Changhe made all the preparations he could before the war, including settling the Miao border, pacifying Bashu, disturbing Guanzhong, improving transportation, and producing artillery, no one dares to say how much chance of winning this battle will be, and we can only say that we will do our best.

Why didn't you fulfill his long-cherished wish before setting off? He must have thought about it for a long time... so as to avoid being a dishonest person.

Tang Wanzhuang heard her own voice, like a dream: "What food, you eat her, I'll help you."

"Huh?" Zhao Changhe's eyes widened.

Zhuque almost jumped up: "Mr. Tang, you..."

"You don't want it? Then just watch from the side." Tang Wanzhuang smiled slightly, tiptoed and kissed Zhao Changhe on the lips: "Kiss me."

Zhao Changhe is not a good man. No matter how unplanned he was, he would not refuse unless he was crazy. He immediately followed suit and kissed her.

Zhuque stared at the man and his old enemy kissing each other in front of him, his hair almost standing up like a flame: "You..."

In fact, Tang Wanzhuang felt more ashamed than her... Everyone had different ideologies. Once a demon cult witch like Zhuque was let go, she had been with Sanniang and Chichi without much resistance, but it was the first time for Tang Wanzhuang to be with someone else since she followed Zhao Changhe. She didn't even participate in holding the harp.

Seeing that Tang Wanzhuang had taken the initiative to provoke, but her body was stiff and her eyes were closed, Zhuque was obviously annoyed, but he suddenly laughed as he watched: "You are like this? Good, good, good looking... Do you want me to help you, it will look better."

As he said that, he reached out and gently pulled Tang Wanzhuang's silk belt.

The sachet was secretly untied, the silk belt was slightly separated, and the perfect white jade appeared in the room. Zhuque chuckled and was about to run away: "You guys continue, I'll watch from outside..."

Before she finished speaking, Tang Wanzhuang, who seemed to be so tense that she didn't know what she was doing, suddenly stretched out her finger, and her superb Bi Bo Qing Yi grasping hand brushed across the vital point on Zhuque's waist. Zhuque was numb for a moment, and then was tacitly carried behind the curtain by Zhao Changhe.

The curtain closed, and the last scene was Tang Wanzhuang holding Zhuque's hand.

"I've said it before, the fight between you and me will last a lifetime..."

I recommend a book with all kinds of brain hole containment flying around, "Omens of Abnormality", if you are interested, you can read it