Chapter 59: Fifty-nine baby

The Tsing Yi man who spoke earlier said: "Hu Bing is already at the gate of the city. What else can you do?"
Xu Zhen said: "Send a team of men and women to go out from the trail and burn Hubing grain and grass."
This was mentioned before.
The Tsing Yi man disdainfully said: "I still have some clever ideas, what is this? It's so light, you know where the Hu people hide their grain and how many troops are there? And burning grain is too wasteful, and there is a shortage of grain in winter Japan. If it can be smuggled back, it’s a double benefit."
Xu Zhen said quietly, "I know where."
Someone immediately overturned the teapot in surprise.
Xu Zhen looked around and saw a scholar in blue. This man's eight achievements were undercover. When she learned that the undercover was really here, she was relieved and began to perform.
"But I won't say that it's not the people who are present who make the decision, but the war outside, I will tell them to go after a while."
The Tsing Yi man sneered: "The history of thorns is here. What's the use of the group of military officers?"
Xu Zhen was stunned for a while: "Sting history?"
In the middle of the middle, a middle-aged man coughed twice, and looked at Xu Zhen. The exploration in his eyes was self-evident.
This person is the history of thorns.
Xu Zhen had seen him, and he had also seen Xu Zhen. Not long ago, they were still in the chess hall next door, talking with the Gong Gong about the art of war.
At that time, Shi Shi and Guo Gong knew that Pingliang had a new degraded official, but they never expected that the one who talked about war art arrogantly was the same person as the degraded official!
Ting Shi thought of that day, slightly guilty.
Because Xu Zhen at that time had actually pointed out the misfortune of Longmen today. At the time, Xu Zhen said that Pingliang was the best place to protect, but if it could not be attacked for a long time, the surrounding cities would soon be implicated. Tactics can only relieve the moment, not a long-term plan.
The method of cracking is to concentrate the troops in Pingliang and wait for the transfer at any time.
After playing chess that day, Guo Gong considered a lot, and felt that the distribution of grain and grass was uneven, and it was easy to be hit at one time. Therefore, in the end, he did not mobilize his troops to concentrate in Pingliang.
As a result, Longmen is suffering but unable to receive assistance in time.
Of course, Shishi dare not say this.
He can only expect Xu Zhen to give another good idea to ease the fighting.
Many literati here recognized the history of assassinations. They did not speak when they had always been violently assassinated. They could not believe it and changed their views on Xu Zhen slightly.
Someone asked Xu Zhen: "Where is the location of the Tibetan grain? Here is the history of the thorn, you can just say it!"
Xu Zhen didn’t even know where to store the grain, and she didn’t dare to talk nonsense. She was afraid to be seen by the undercover. She asked everyone here:
If you don’t do what I said, what are you going to do?

One of them said aloud: "Waiting for the military attache to defeat Hu Bing."
Xu Zhen asked: "The external battles are fierce. What if you can't win?"
The man said: "Then I will wait for the scribes, and then coexist and die with Longmen."
He said that the iron bones and clanks, Xu Zhen criticized: "This is arrogance, not arrogance."
The man was suddenly speechless.
Xu Zhen asked other people again, no one ignored her.
There was a heavy collision sound in the cold wind, and the hot blood was melted into the snow sea, and the gradually melting ice flowed into the city.
Xu Zhen couldn't wait, stood up and said urgently: "Let's burn grain!!! Let's burn grain!!! I will go to the city gate to find the general. Hu Bing starves to death! Anyway, we can't live!"
These words immediately irritated some people.
"Wait!!! Can't do this!" The previously talkative Tsing Yi man stood up and frowned, "I just said, the world is in chaos because people don't love each other, Confucianism promotes benevolence, what is benevolence! It's because Benevolence will lead to the separation of the people and the depravity! Only the abolition of Confucianism and the love of both people can stop the Hu-Han War. What is the small war in front of me? I am looking at things that are more distant!"
Xu Zhen scolded: "Why don't you think about it! Chang'an people hate the Hu people, why do you still think about the Hu people's life and death?"
The Tsing Yi man is also angry: "Stop me for being small, the world is important, and the world will not change because of this little thing! Regardless of the outcome of this battle, fighting is a matter for military officials. What we need to do is to get along once and for all. ."
The method he said is to win this war, and then pursue love and peace, and work hard to negotiate peace with the Hu people.
Xu Zhen thought, finally, he came across a proposal that was correct, but he couldn't tell the time and place.
Fortunately, her goal this time was not really to burn grain, but to lie to the undercover.
She was about to say a few words.
The literati have applauded and cheered: "Zhao Lang is right."
This group of literati has fish in muddy waters, perhaps real ones, Xu Zhen can't tell.
The fighting sound became more and more fierce, and the sound of flesh and blood sounded, and the arrows flew through the clouds, and the sound screamed through the window.
The snow was blowing in, and the windows blew loudly, like an unwilling roar.
Outside, the black-hued Hu Bing was almost going to the gate, and vomiting.
Inside the building, Xu Zhenren was anxious in her heart, not daring to expose her true purpose too much, and the war was turbulent. She sat on the seat and begged for a glass of water to drink and calm down a lot.
What she should do now is to let the undercover hurriedly ventilate and report, so as to achieve her next goal.
The literati around have already begun to talk about how to make peace.
There was a cold wind, some were silent, some were indignant, and some were passionate.
Xu Zhen tried to restrain his other thoughts, weighed his words, and debated with the Tsing Yi man: "You said earlier, it is not correct."
The man in Tsing Yi was talking to others, listening to Xu Zhen said, the surroundings were quiet, and the man in Tsing Yi sneered and asked, "What's wrong?"
Xu Zhen said: "Love is close, and there is nothing wrong with it. There is a difference between love, I recognize it, and love is no difference, impossible. When you fall on the ground, the people around you may help you get up and away from you. How can I help you from afar? This is intimacy. If someone hits you, you will hurt. If someone hits me, you will definitely not hurt. This is also intimacy."
The Tsing Yi man quickly replied: "The chaos in the world is because of the existence of your thinking! As long as Mo Xue can eliminate this thinking, there will be no war in the world."
Xu Zhen asked: "According to your words, that is both Han and love, and the Hu people are still the same. We Han people tolerate all their barbaric behaviors, cutting the ground, making love, sending silver, and trying their best to please them?"
The man in Tsing Yi said angrily: "How can this be the same? You can't lose your arrogance! Do you think I'm wrong!!"
Not only Tsing Yi men, but also Confucian students and Taoist children, came forward to explain, saying civil rights, human rights, and gentleman integrity.
The atmosphere was pushed several times in the direction of "protecting innocent Hu people", and naturally there was a lot of credit for that undercover.
Xu Zhen vomited old blood in his heart, thinking that this copy is too special level.
She retorted one by one, Confucianism and Taoism were okay.
Confucianism pays more attention to decency, and the Hu people are rude. As long as they complain directly, they can be fooled by virtue of virtue.
The most troublesome is the Mojia.
Xu Zhen can only tell stories.
It is said that the public loss class helped Chu to build a ladder to attack Song. Mozi went to reason and wanted the public loss class to lend himself to buy
murder. The public losers are not happy. Mo Zi raised the issue to the height of attacking the country, saying that attacking an innocent country is not benevolent, killing a few people and killing many people is not a matter of reason.
"If it is guilty, kill that group of guilty individuals. Isn't the Hu people right now that group of guilty individuals!" Xu Zhen said.
The Tsing Yi man couldn't argue, still struggling to talk.
Xu Zhen couldn't wait, got up and interrupted, and raised his voice and said: "I never looked down on your doctrine, but the knife has two sides. Now the crisis is critical, you should no longer use the back of the knife, it is time to show the blade!"
Tushishi looked at her, and stood up, her eyes shaking, her mouth closed, when she had something to say. There was a word vaguely floating in his heart-"bluff".
Whether this is the case, he is not sure.
Because he does not believe that there will be people who will bluff in such a time of crisis.
If there is, it is a lunatic! Is a crazy gambler!
And what are you betting on?
The heart of the gambler leader? Gamblers?
too crazy!
Shi Shi didn't dare to think again, he hoped he just thought too much.
Xu Zhen said too hard and her voice was a little dumb. She said goodbye to the literati here: "Everyone, I'm going to burn grain and grass, no matter what I love!"
After finishing this sentence, she got up and left, but did not go directly out of the gate, but quickly went downstairs to hide in the corner, and looked out secretly while no one was paying attention.
After a while, the pedals were kicking and the dust was flying. Someone quickly walked down. It was the Hu person who was overthrowing the quilt.
It should be to ventilate.
Xu Zhen secretly thought that this war was saved, and God is taking care of himself.
She was relieved and walked towards the gate of the city.
The snow cover is thicker and cannot run quickly.
The world is vast, she stands on the edge of the official road, small like a black stone in the snow. Surrounded by crippling seas of corpses, and directly in front of the city gate, there is a large army of soldiers, unable to distinguish between the enemy and us.
The cold wind made her robe roll and her lips were chapped and pale.
In a hurry, Xu Zhen went to the stable and released the horse he was riding. Next to the horse, the girl student who had followed Xu Zhen held a little girl in her arms and was curled up hiding in the corner.
Are you afraid?
Xu Zhen wondered why this group of war-loving students were afraid. She asked from the teacher-student sentiment: "Classmates, are you holding your sister?"
The student looked up at Xu Zhen and nodded. Her eyes were entangled. As a Pingliang person, she had participated in many small wars, but she had never seen such a large-scale war. She was afraid of getting soft hands and could not afford a wooden spear. She is not worthy of being a child of Bianguan.
Xu Zhen saw that she was not in good spirits and said, "If you hide here, the war will end soon."
The students looked at Xu Zhen blankly.
Xu Zhen was ready to go.
The students asked quickly, "Where are you going, sir?"
Xu Zhen took hold of the reins and turned to look at the students and smiled and said, "Go and save my sweetheart."
She was very happy when she thought of screaming.
When the war is over, she must touch the hands of the little girl, kiss her face, and rub her waist.
The dream is really beautiful, everything.
Xu Zhen smirked again and again, thinking of the emergency situation, but not in a hurry, she had calmed down. She is confident in herself and believes in screaming.
Her face was small and round, and half of her smile had dimples on her face, which seemed to gather light.
The student was shocked by his inner heart, and couldn't help but ask: "Is that a nonsense."
The students had overheard Xu Zhen and Ge Xi'er talking before, probably knowing something. They accidentally spoke out this time and simply continued to say it all out loud: "The Hu people live in places where the Han people are in groups. It is ridiculous to live shortly! !Sir." She spoke louder. "We are all scholars, how can we go to the frontline! It's ridiculous!!!"
She spoke ridiculously twice, almost crying and shouting, and her sister twitched and shivered in her arms.
Xu Zhen stood by the horse and asked, "Is it ridiculous?"
The student almost shed tears and said, "Absurd, war, ridiculous."
"I think so." Xu Zhen said aloud, "So, I'm gone."
The student asked again: "Sir! Where are you going?"
Xu Zhen turned back: "I'm going to end this absurdity."
After finishing talking, he mounted his horse and walked towards the city wall.
The horseshoe left deep footprints. Dada walked forward, and the person sitting above was crooked, and it seemed to fall over at any time, which was very uncomfortable.
Behind her, there is an empty stable reverberating with air.
On the city walls rendered with black fireworks, some people led troops to fight, and Xu Zhen showed the official seal and successfully boarded the city gate.
The sky was gray, the ground was broken and worn, and the broken sword was inserted in the crack of the stone. The wind could not blow down anymore, and there was almost no one above the city wall.
The catapults were exhausted, and the soldiers who could move all went down to fight.
Xu Zhen went forward and saw the sitting commander in the corner.
The commander's face was buried in the plush collar, his hands were inserted into the cuffs, the robe was dragged heavily on the ground, and his eyes looked straight ahead.
Xu Zhen gained experience from the last rainstorm and threw his official seal directly in front of the man, then knelt down and kowtowed, saying: "Although my official position is not big, I would like to guarantee my contribution with my life and reputation."
She must speak very loudly, otherwise she will be overshadowed by shouts.
A moment of silence overhead, a deep voice came: "Get up! Say!"
Xu Zhen heard the sound familiarly, got up and looked carefully at the man sitting in the town, and found that this man was a middle-aged man who had previously played chess with Shi Shi.
Now that you know it, it's better.
Xu Zhen asked: "Please send a number to withdraw troops!"
"Withdraw the soldiers? Do you want Guo Gong to abandon the city!!!!" The middle-aged man hasn't spoken yet, the servants behind him stepped forward to scold Xu Zhen, and even wanted Xu Zhen to roll down the city wall.
Xu Zhen naturally does not roll.
She was a little surprised, did not expect that this person is actually Guo Gong?
The title of Guo Gong is quite familiar, and may also be an important person in the plot.
Now her thoughts were prevented from being overwhelmed by the war, and she had no time to think of anything else. She continued: "I lied to the Hu people to undercover and told them to burn their grain and grass. Now as long as they withdraw their troops, Hu Bing will naturally retreat."
Guo Gong asked in a low voice: "Why?"
Xu Zhen wanted to say: "Hu Bingliangcao has not yet been burned. At this time, he will definitely only send a little more manpower to check, but if our offensive on this side weakens, according to the heart of the opposing general, Jiucheng will feel that we are here, I have copied the trail to burn grain."
Guo Gong followed her deduction to think down: "So they will send more people to protect the granary? So the war is eased?"
Xu Zhen said: "Yes, please ask Guo Gong to order it."
Bianguan had a big snow storm, and Guo Gong wore a winter coat. The snow blew on his face, and his shoulders and head were covered with white snow.
Guo Gong did not order.
He is a man who needs to think about one hundred and eighty moves in one move.
What's more, the military deduction of this kind of thing, although the inner core is complicated, but after it is spoken, it is simply like nonsense.
The following squabble sounds like Xu Zhen's heart, she was afraid that it was mixed with small flowers. But then I thought again, the small flower call will not be called, even if it is cut and hurt, it will not be called.
Xu Zhen closed her eyes, gripped the snow on the ground, and wiped her face indiscriminately to keep herself awake.
Guo Gong is still watching her.
Xu Zhen opened her eyes, her legs were sore, and instead sat in the snow, talking about: "Duke Guo, if you are afraid of Hu Bing counterattack, I have other good plans."
Guo Gong does not speak.
Xu Zhen looked at the scar on his hand and raised his eyes, said: "The Confucianism is just a beautiful decoration, which is shown to outsiders. Nowadays, the Holy Master treats this flashy thing as a treasure, accepting it all, pushing himself and others, and vaguely trying to cover it. Are the other hundred schools ridiculous?"
Guo Gong's lips twitched slightly, and he seemed to realize what Xu Zhen was about to say.
Xu Zhen's sore throat was blown by the wind, but he still tried hard to say: "He respects it, and it is completely incompatible with the basic plate of She Ji. Throughout the ages, all the kings have used Confucianism to cover up the peace, but the current Saint, he is using Confucianism to cultivate and cultivate the world. ."
Guo Gong shouted angrily: "This is not what you and I should talk about."
Xu Zhen continued: "Now Ji Ji is an empty body, as long as there is enough force to push it, it can be overthrown."
Guo Gong got up and scolded angrily: "You are bold!!"
Xu Zhen continued slowly: "Guo Gong misunderstood, I naturally wouldn't think of overthrowing She Ji, I just want to change."
"Reform?" Guo Gong calmed down and asked on the stool, "How to change."
Xu Zhen said: "Start from the foundation."
Guo Gong said: "More detail."
Xu Zhen said: "Build a wall high and broaden the grain. With Yongzhou as the wall, cultivate agriculture and grow grain. Give me two more years and I will teach a group of the best students. These students will have the ability to distinguish right from wrong, and Integrate the thoughts of hundreds of schools, not just respect a certain family."
She was quiet, almost overwhelmed by the noise outside.
Dagong felt a ray of hope in his heart.
He came and went in Yongzhou, seldom left this place, had seen businessmen and businessmen, had seen the degraded sour Confucian scholars, many things, he had long wanted to destroy.
Xu Zhen's words poured hot blood into his heart.
How many years have I never heard such a boisterous speech? The last time I heard, the eldest son of the old Xun family went to the battlefield.
Duke Gong thought of Xun's family, fisted his lips, his nose was red.
The servants next to him had been trembling, shaking their legs, unable to speak.
The Duke waved his hand to the servants.
Then, he took out the official seal, passed over Xu Zhen, and stepped forward to withdraw his troops. Soon, the horn was blown for a long time, the cymbals were sounded, and the sound of knives and guns gradually became smaller.
The soldiers suffered heavy casualties and had long wanted not to fight.
Hearing Ming Zheng, he quickly retreated.
However, Hu Bing was fierce and continued to kill him. The Han soldiers disintegrated his heart and no longer wanted to resist. He was about to be stabbed. At this moment, a dim golden light waved in front of everyone and waved the sword in Hu Bing's hand.
Xun Qianchun said nothing. Although his body was bloodied, he was all bruised. There was a fool under her feet, and this fool was brought into the waterbird camp by her, so she had to take care of it.
Seeing the iconic chaotic scar on the corner of her eyes, Hu Bing froze for a moment, then shouted, "Kill!!! Kill this traitor!!!"
Xun Qianchun, without fear, killed the enemy head-on.
The retreating Han soldiers were speechless, otherwise they would ask: "Is this man made of copper and iron? How can they kill..."
Xun Qianchun stood at the forefront, fighting Hu Bing thousands of horses with one man. Both sides stared at each other, Tieqi took off, and on the battlefield, the waves were magnificent and magnificent.
There seems to be a half-second pause in the world.
Ma Xiao's west wind, the war was on the verge.
The air flows again.
Everyone squeezed the hilt hard, and they were about to wield the sword.
In an instant, Hu Bing also played the big drum made of sheepskin, this is Hu Bing's signal: "Retreat!"
"Withdraw--"
"Retire!!"
Two crowds of soldiers in Hu Han collapsed, and the fire quickly pulled apart a small distance, leaving only a few mottled points and still fighting.
The state is public on the city wall, and seeing the situation change rapidly, the thought is: this is really the case.
Han Bing won the battle of gambling.
This step of Hu Bing's retreat has been destined for Xu Zhen's subsequent deductions to be all correct. When Hu Bing discovered that this was just a trick to deceive people, the nearby reinforcements arrived, even if they fought. Although there was a loss, it was indeed true that it was their Han soldiers who won.
Guo Gong sighed heavily.
Tian Dao has the laws of Tian Dao, the method of deduction. When he was young, he tried it with his friends. Although he can push it, he dare not implement it. Once he fails, he will take hundreds of thousands of soldiers.
If you can make such a decision, if you are cold-blooded to the extreme, you are confident to the extreme.
He didn't know what Xu Zhen was, and he didn't want to know.
Walking back to the city wall, Guogong and Xu Zhen said: "You won this debate."
Xu Zhen loosened the tight string in his heart, and asked again: "Guogong, how do you think about the prosperity of agriculture that I have proposed?"
Guo Gong looked down at Xu Zhen.
He picked up the official seal and returned it to Xu Zhen. He asked, "When you first met me, I saw you were free and easy, and I looked at you a little bit, but now it seems that you are just trying to make a contribution to Chang'an. Mediocre."
Xu Zhen wanted to refute subconsciously, but soon realized that Guo Gong was irritating her.
She smiled and said, "You said yes, then that's it."
Guo Gong saw her unmoved and asked frankly: "Why are you working hard?"
Hearing the sound of the city gate opening, Xu Zhen looked down, looking for the little girl.
The father-in-law looked at her frequently at the front of the girl of the Hu people, and she knew her heart. He reminded: "If you want to stop Confucianism, if there is no bondage, it will be a lot easier."
The implication is not to engage in objects before the peak of your career.
Xu Zhen did not eat this set, she said: "I like this kind of thing, I like it very much."
The army had returned to the city gate, Xun Qianchun was walking at the end, dragging two people in his hand, Xu Zhen saw it, and ran straight over, leaning against the low wall and beckoning Xun Qianchun, and then ran down the stairs to meet the whistle flower.
There were heavy casualties around.
But these deaths and injuries are not within the scope of Xu Zhen's salvation.
After seeing Xiaohua, she ran up and hugged, looking at the man standing in front of herself, crying happily.
Until this moment, this battle was considered a victory for her. She is fighting against pedantic literati, fighting against the overly cunning father-in-law, and fighting against her guess about the character of Hu people.
Is she really tired?
She was so tired that she only wanted to sleep on the basis of Xiao Hua, but she knew that Xiao Hua was also tired. She must be virtuous and not cause trouble to Xiao Hua.
Yes, be virtuous...
Forget it, sleep first.
The dream is beautiful, but the reality is that Xu Zhen instinctively fell asleep holding the small flower.
The world was gloomy, and the city gate became narrow again and only one person could pass.
Building a wall high, accumulating food extensively, slowly becoming king.
In this chaotic world, she is slowly paving a way for small flowers.
The author has something to say: Today’s chapter is to echo the "bluff" of the art of war in front of the chess hall. Before talking about the war on paper, it is now a personal demonstration. Tsing Yi man and Xie Guang are both Mo School, inferior knights from different angles. Guo Gong and Shi Shi, who love to play chess and Xun's generals, are soldiers.
So far, the main doctrines of Taoism, Bingjia, Mo, Fa, and Ming have been written a lot, and the supporters of various factions have also stood in line (the team standing on my outline). The rebellion process involves a little conspiracy, that is, the strategist should appear.
It would be boring to write these things, and everyone should not like to read them, but they have to write because they are paving the way for dating.
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