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When the sun went down, Zhao Wuxi finally caught up with Zhao Yang's pace.

Ji Ying is worried about Zhao Yang's safety, and Zhao Wuxi is also worried about him. Although they have had conflicts, disputes, and quarrels in public, which father and son are not like this? Without these, there would be no subsequent understanding, reconciliation, and even mutual sympathy.

He didn't take all the army with him, and he could feel the fatigue of his soldiers and the disappointment in their eyes when choosing his entourage.

Last year, more than 10,000 men from the State of Lu followed in his footsteps and ran westward from the State of Lu for 500 li, then moved to Hanoi and Handan. This year, these are the same people, plus the new soldiers recruited from Hanoi and Hebei. They returned along the same path, broke the guards, defeated them, won unprecedented glory, and then turned around again.

After one battle after another, and marching down long distances again and again, not only the people, but also the horses were exhausted physically and mentally. Everyone needed a rest. Zhao Wuxi also promised to let them rest, at least before the autumn harvest. There will be no more large-scale battles.

Zhao Wuxi sighed, this is the limit of the feudal army.

Therefore, he only ordered 3,000 elite soldiers, those who were recruited into the army. After a few years, they have regarded the army as their home, and their loyalty to Zhao Wuxi will not be reduced by the slack of the body!

So Wu Xie bid farewell to Ji Ying, bid farewell to the younger sister, took them westward quickly, boarded Taihang, passed through the pass, reunited with Han Hu, collapsed together that night and talked about the victory in the East, promising to give the Han family three thousand soldiers to die together As compensation, he finally drew a big cake for his righteous brother, and he began to enter the tragic battlefield.

Zhao Yang took the army to drive out two or three times his number of Zhijun. The entire Taihang Mountain Road became a battlefield. The corpses were not cleaned up. They were lying in the bushes, on the edge of the cliff, and even some stragglers who were pulled down by the large army. Incorporated by Zhao Wuxi.

From their mouths, Wu Xie learned about Zhao Yang's whereabouts and the ambush battle carefully planned by the Zhi clan.

"If it wasn't for Zheng Sishi to come forward, the lord would almost be in danger."

The tall and brave Zheng Long, he vowed to defend Zhao Yang's safety to the death. After Zhao Yang hit the arrow last time, he thought it was his dereliction of duty, and he was always ashamed.

But this time, he fulfilled his duty and blocked a fatal blow for Zhao Yang, using a mortal body to block the boulder that the enemy pushed down from the mountain!

"It's a pity to be loyal," Zhao Wuxi regretted it. Zheng Long has always been Zhao's most loyal black-clothed bodyguard, and was able to give advice in time. He once organized Zhao Yang to shoot and kill the savages who entered the garden by mistake to save Zhao's family. With the reputation of caring for the people, such a person should be sacrificed here, which is really a sigh.

The ambush killed hundreds of Zhao troops and killed Zheng Long, but fortunately Zhao Yang was unhurt. After the burial of Zheng Long, he continued to wave the banner and marched forward until the city in front of him stopped.

Taigu, a small town, where Wu Jing, another loyal servant of the Zhao family, died.

The small town is in ruins. I don’t know how many battles it has gone through here. Every piece of rammed earth has dark bloodstains. Nearly 1,000 people on both sides of Zhao and Zhao paid the price with their lives.

Zhao Wuxi had been here before. It was six years ago when he escorted his fiancée and father-in-law Le Qi to pass by. At that time, he didn't realize that when he came here again, it was a different person.

A few miles away from the city, Zhao Wuxi found Zhao Yang. Zhao Zhifu was sitting quietly on the rock covered with moss. The tall back made Zhao Wuxi feel very friendly. He was looking at the two The newly erected tomb was dazed.

The thick meadow in the summer sucked his footsteps, Zhao Wuxi walked very close, and then bowed his hands and said, "Father."

Jin Zhongjun turned his head, his son who had left home at a young age had grown a thick beard, his father also had gray temples, and his youth was gone.

He looked up at him. "No shirt." The tone was vicissitudes and distant. "Is Wenxian okay? Are your sisters and nephews okay?"

"Guangde resisted heroically, and the boys arrived in time, and they were safe and sound."

"My side is not very good." Zhao Yang shook his head in disappointment, pointed to the two tombs and said, "This is Zheng Long's and Wu Jing's tombs, they all died for Zhao's sake, I heard that Wu Jing was the last person left in the battle, and he was still guarding the black bird flag, and Zheng Long died a few steps in front of me. The last years of a strong man, what a pity."

Zhao Wuxi also felt a little bit. When he heard the news of Wu Jing's death, he was dazed. Wu Jing, the one who came from a lowly background, was dark-skinned, shy and reluctant to talk, bears the humiliation of betrayal, and always tried his best to complete the task that was assigned to him. The able-bodied man, so went.

The veterans under his command, Mu Xia and Yu Xi were all devastated, and Tian Ben, who had been at odds with Wu Jing, cried so hard that blood flowed from his eyes.

Zhao Wuxi felt that war is a double-edged sword, hurting others and hurting himself.

But in addition to being sentimental, you must also hold the long sword tightly and make the enemy pay the price.

"Father, where is Yao now?"

"After holding down the old man with an ambush, he quickly retreated to Shangdang."

Zhao Yang pointed to Feng Tu on the left and said, "Speaking of which, Wu Jing's grave was erected by the Zhi clan boy."

"I thank him for it and hate him for it."

Zhao Wuxi took a deep breath and swore: "People will die, either lighter than a feather or heavier than Mount Tai. Wu Jing and Zheng Long are both loyal ministers of the Zhao family, and their deaths are earth-shattering. I will not let them sacrifice in vain. I will recognize the sons of the two of them as adopted sons and raise them with my own hands. I also want to build ancestral halls for them in the Zhao family temple, and also for the vassals who have made great achievements in the past dynasties. how?"

Zhao Yang nodded: "It's a good idea, it can allow loyal retainers to enjoy Zhao's blood food all the time."

What should the name of the shrine be? Lingyan Pavilion? Zhao Wuqi thought about it, or was it a cloud platform? Who would be the twenty-eight generals of his Yuntai, Zhao Wuxi?

However, he would rather have more congratulations in the hall on the day when things are done, and share the voice of wealth and honor with him, and there are fewer heroic souls in the ancestral hall.

He clenched his sword and said, "Not only that, but one day, I will use the demise of the Zhi clan to pay homage to the loyalists!"

Zhao Yang laughed loudly, and the laughter resounded through the mountains: "Well said! People must die, and Zhishi will also pay the price."

His voice dropped in vain: "But, not now"

Zhao Wuxi was taken aback: "Father"

Zhao Yang waved his hand and stopped him from speaking: "I like to be angry, and Wu Jing's death makes me angry. I can't wait to catch up with the Zhishi boy immediately and cut off his head to make a drinking vessel. But Zheng Long's death It woke me up again, just like when he spoke out to stop me from shooting the savage who stunned the prey, in the final analysis, it was my rashness that killed him."

"Don't Blame Dad"

Zhao Yang shook his head and supported Zhao Wuxi's shoulder, "You know better than me what the situation of the Zhao family is now. The higher the tree, the more frightened the person is, the higher the official position, the more dangerous the Zhao family is. Up to now, it can be said that the world is invincible, or it can be said that there are hidden dangers everywhere. The first year is a bumper harvest, and the next year will definitely be a year of disaster. Zhao's soldiers are already exhausted, and the newly conquered territories of Fan, Zhongxing, and Handan are also It is not very stable. Jinyang and the eldest son will probably lose their crops this year. Handan has also suffered a military disaster. The Zhao family can only rely on the fertile land in Hanoi to maintain military supplies. The treasury is empty"

Zhao Wuxi nodded, Zhao Yang is right, Ji Ran has already settled the account for him, Lu Guo can at best achieve self-sustaining by relying on food robbed from Qi country or exchanged for captured doctors. There is a huge shortage of food in the Wei Kingdom. Thank God that people don't eat each other. Song Guo also tightened his belt, so Zhao's Jin territory must also achieve self-sufficiency.

This is the limitation of the times. Even if the management of the Shiwu system is strengthened, and even if the farmers are persuaded to implement the alternate farming method and the alternate planting of millet and wheat in various places, the grain yield per mu will at most reach the level of the early Han Dynasty, which can maintain the scale of war and combat Time is limited.

"So what we need most is not fast, but slow. I came to the west this time to protect the pass, and extend the control area to Taigu. With the eldest son and Jinyang, we will have it west of Taihang. Three nails, with the initiative of war, can attack westward at any time, disrupting the spring and autumn harvest of the Zhi clan. As for the east of Taihang, it can clear the Bank of China, stabilize the territory, and accumulate strength. At least let the Zhao clan survive this disaster year. , usher in another bumper harvest before we can fight this war to the end!"

Zhao Yang held Zhao Wuxie's hands tightly, and Wu Xie could feel their coldness. How could Zhao Zhifu's words sound like a dying person, and his words are also good?

"No shirt!" he said. "Promise me!"

"Wei, don't dare to forget!" Zhao Wuxi nodded heavily. Zhao Yang, an old horse, had been impulsive all his life. When he was old, he finally calmed down and began to guide his son on the way back.

Zhao Yang breathed a sigh of relief, pulled Zhao Wuxi up to Taigu, stood at the place where Wu Jing fought, and looked out to the west.

The scenery here is as intoxicating as Zhao Wuxi remembered: the Taihang Mountains to the east, the cliffs full of weathered rocks and concave and convex peaks, the lush forests spread out not far from the city, and the pale green water flows through here. , When I looked up, it was the boundless sky and clouds, dyed blood red by the setting sun.

Zhao Yang seemed to be tired, leaning on Zhao Wuxi's broad shoulders and pointing at the sun, his tone was slightly sentimental.

"People in the world often compare the Zhao family head to the sun. Zhao Chengzi is the sun of winter. He has a humble personality. After the Duke returned to the country, he was good at dancing in the complex relationship between the Qing Dynasty and the Jin state. He was as gentle and weak as the winter sun. People looked forward to his patronage. It is not regarded as a threat. Xuanzi Zhao Dun has a strong personality, and his name is Jin Qing. The summer sun is as hot as the sun, which makes people shy, and the scattered rays of light make the ministers of Jin eclipsed, and they can only bow down to their ears, so it is called the sun of summer.”

"My grandfather Zhao Wenzi, just like his posthumous title, was a modest gentleman. He has always been low-key and cautious after going down to the palace. With his own virtue and hard work, he went against the times and tried his best to create and maintain Jin and Zhuxia. It is a peaceful and prosperous era, just like the sun of spring, and it also symbolizes the rebirth of the Zhao family, just like the sun of spring."

"My father is also Wu Xie, the elder sister, the sun in the eyes of the younger sister and grandchildren! It is the sun of autumn! It is as fierce as a tiger in autumn to the enemy, but it brings a good harvest to the family and subjects! Zhao's entry into the Jin Dynasty In a hundred years, it has reached its peak in the hands of my father! The east is the sea, the west is Jinyang, the north is the Bairen, and the south is the Zhoushi! It is already a 2,000-mile country with a population of more than 2 million!"

"You included the State of Lu? Ninety percent of this is due to you. It would be good if it was just me, and the clan would not be destroyed." Zhao Yang smiled weakly. Bian Que was by his side, but the lights were running out.

"But the name of the autumn sun, the old man likes it, hahaha"

He caressed the backslid without any sympathy: "It is said that Xihe drove six dragons in the early morning, carrying the sun to rise from Tanggu, and reached Yuyuan in the west in the evening.

"Father, don't be discouraged~lightnovelpub.net~ Zhao Yang shook his head firmly:" No, I have made many wrong decisions in my life, and I have also done many right things. The worst thing is that you are young I ignore you from time to time. The most correct thing is that you are finally not blind to the end, and you can see that you are the best head of the Zhao family! "He was tired, fighting, sick, remembering, resentful, entangled."

"I told Ji Ying in advance that this is my last expedition. After I go, I will also retire from the position of the head of the family."

He smiled reassuringly: "Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the Zhao family has completed four seasons and ushered in its prosperity, but this is not over. The old sun sets and the new sun rises. From now on, the Zhao family will be handed over to the is you!"

"And your elder sister, I handed it over to you for my father!"

Volume three is over!

Volume Four, Listed as Princes

The Zhao family will be replaced by Jin, and the three families will be separated, and the history you are familiar with will be beyond recognition!

(To be continued.)