Starting from March, Shao Xun stayed in the palace to accompany his parents, and sometimes went to the fields to grow vegetables in person.

In addition to parents, they get along with their wives, concubines, and children.

Yin gave birth to a daughter in the twelfth lunar month of the eighth year of the Divine Turtle (324), and now Wuqiu is pregnant.

Finally, it was Jing.

Shao Xun felt that she was a little neglected. After getting it home, she kept using it as a human-shaped instrument, or listening to her sing to relax, which was a bit too much, so Jing became pregnant.

His life is so simple.

In mid-March, he issued a war mobilization order...

Not far from Bai Chaowu, there was still constant jingling even at night.

The blacksmith Chang Wei sat by the moss-covered wall, gasping gently.

This is one of the three largest iron smelting cities under the jurisdiction of Xin'anye, Military Arts Supervision, and undertakes many weapons-making tasks, such as long swords.

A quarter of an hour ago, he had just finished a game and was very tired.

The long sword is not a long sword, which sounds difficult to pronounce, but that's the truth.

To be honest, it is a bit like the ancient horse-slashing sword, but it is thicker and heavier, very consuming iron materials, and has a reverse blade, making it very difficult to make.

Sometimes, Chang Wei felt that by turning it into a knife and installing a long handle, he could cut it with people and horses, but that seemed to be even more consuming.

Of course, long swords have many advantages.

Once, King Liang came here to inspect and gave rewards. When he was a big man, he drank a little more wine and said that this thing evolved from "modao", which was only available to people with tall and strong bodies, but ordinary people could not control it.

If you can gather 5,000 long sword soldiers, immediately let them wear black clothes, give them the military name "Black Cloud Long Sword Army", or form a "Left and Left Long Sword Army", destroying the edge and breaking the sharpness, and being brave. Even if you encounter an enemy cavalry, you can also cut them down with one sword, causing them to "break both men and horses".

Thinking of this festival, Chang Wei grinned.

If the horse is really cut off, the sword will be broken. No matter how hard it is, you have to add copper protection to the blade on the other side.

"Daida" sounded horse hooves.

"Chang Wei, get up quickly and follow me." The man pointed at the horse whip and said loudly.

"Where are you going?" Chang Wei stood up subconsciously, bowed in a hurry, and asked.

"Yanmen." The visitor didn't say much, but only added: "A few more skilled apprentices will go on the road together."

"Yes." Chang Wei's mind was shocked and he responded.

The visitor quickly rode his horse to another place.

Xin'anye's rhythmic sound of iron thunder and the sound of bellows was disrupted.

After a while, a large group of blacksmiths with naked upper bodies were gathered.

The Ding Zhuang, who were in charge, pulled carriages one by one, and the torches extended to the farthest in the night.

One door after another was pushed open.

The women seized the last time and stuffed the prepared steamed cakes and Hu cakes into the bag, and told them tirelessly.

The child bit his fingers and looked at his father who was about to part with them, crying loudly.

Chang Wei sighed, squatted down, touched his son's little head, and said, "Grandma will go back."

The son only pulled the corner of his clothes and did not speak.

Chang Wei gently spread his son's finger and said, "More than ten years ago, I fell outside Guangchengze and was dying. It was King Liang who saved me. He asked me to follow the army to fight, so I'm going."

When the woman heard the conversation between father and son, her eyes turned red and she said, "There is no eye-catching sword on the battlefield, be careful."

"Just follow the army to repair equipment." Chang Wei stood up, waved his hand impatiently, then put on his bag, and strided away in the sky with stars.

Horse carriages, ox carriages and donkey carriages passed by the door.

The car was filled with cold weapons, all covered with thatch.

Some cars were filled with people, staring at the direction of home.

At this time, Xin'anye was like a city that never sleeps.

The smoke column rose high, and the fire did not go out all night.

After their group of people left, the jingle sound seemed to be even more intense and never stopped.

*******

Bian Tao woke up in the night and was sweating profusely.

He had a strange dream: Shao Fan, the brother of King Liang, came to capture him with a group of soldiers who were like wolves and tigers. While tortured and humiliated, he also tied his hands and feet tightly and threw them into a wilderness, allowing the horses to trample on him.

"Unfortunate!" Bian Tao stood up cursingly, regardless of the surprised gaze of the woman beside him, he came to the central hall, picked up a bowl of cold water, and drank it happily.

Halfway through drinking, he seemed to have some awareness and slowly put down the tea bowl.

His movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

There were already voices of people in the manor.

People came and went on the flying stack, and the sound of equipment collision continued to sound.

The archers, who were usually offered up like an old man, nervously skewed the bow tip, then grabbed the quiver, took two steps at three steps, and rushed to the corner tower.

Bian Tao seemed to wake up suddenly, and immediately rushed to the corner tower with a pale face.

The corps saluted one after another.

Bian Tao ignored it at all, just lay on the wall, staring at the post road in the distance.

Above the post road, the long dragon is endless.

The dense sound of horse hooves was like thunder, hitting the heartstrings of people in waves. Countless soldiers rode on horseback and marched overnight, at a fast speed.

"There must be thousands of people." A song smacked his lips and sighed: "The ones coming from the east should be the soldiers of Gaoping and Dongping County."

"Left Feilong Guard?" Bian Tao murmured to himself: "Where is someone rebelling again?"

No one could answer him, and everyone was shocked by the endless sea of ​​cavalry - even if there were only thousands of cavalry, the night was very disturbing, because the sound of horse hooves was everywhere, as if they were surrounded.

The field became quiet for a moment, and everyone was quietly savoring the momentum of thousands of troops.

The order of a man actually attracted many powerful men to go to the battlefield without hesitation. The sweet taste of this power is enough to make people feel after all night...

In the marching column, Qin San was already a little tired.

As a veteran who followed King Liang twenty years ago, he was over 40 years old and has only been in the position of governor of the Oro-Ryuxiang Mansion, and he has been relatively slow.

This is his last chance.

The rapid sound of horse hooves was like a horn that inspires people to move forward, and the heat in his chest was burning repeatedly, dispelling his fatigue and suppressing the confusion in his heart.

He is like this, and why are the nine thousand six hundred soldiers of the Left Feilong Guard?

This year they can make a fortune.

Therefore, attacking Shengle and earning military merits is what everyone desires the most.

No one can stop them.

Suotou is destined to be a stepping stone for this group of killing talents who can do anything for fame and fortune.

Kill! Kill to Shengle, to Yinshan, to the distance. Fame and fortune are your own swords and guns...

Bian Tao kept seeing Dongfang Xiwei before he silently got off the city wall.

Before he knew it, when he was drinking scattered wine and not asking about the world, some people had been fighting in the world for twenty years.

Over the past twenty years, the world has changed.

In twenty years, he has become a climate and no one can defeat him anymore.

One war after another added his supreme prestige.

When this prestige reaches its peak, the world will change color.

Bian Tao was a little discouraged and couldn't tell why.

The military commanders were still guarding the walls, but their eyes had turned to the Bian River in the distance.

On the shimmering river surface, ships loaded with food connect the sky and the earth, adding nutrients to the upcoming war.

*******

Outside Shangdang City, drizzle is pouring.

"Lanhu, eighty-four people came out."

"Qiu Dan, 52 people came out."

"Shi Mian, sixty-six people were sent out."

"Shi Xing, one hundred and five people came out..."

As the people shouted, the clan leaders took their tribes and saluted them together, and then turned around and left.

The hound barked loudly, as if dissatisfied with the person who was dismantling the tent and its kennel.
To be continued...