Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

"That's true!" Acheng sighed: "Even a hero like the General cannot withstand the erosion of time!"

"Yes!" Sanqiu also sighed: "There is nothing we can do about it, but you don't have to worry too much. Even if Yan Liang becomes the legitimate son, the master will not treat Cui's children badly. After all, this At most, Young Master Yanliang can inherit the foundation of the Japanese country, and the master’s official position in the Tang Dynasty will definitely be left to the Cui family’s children!”

"I'm relieved when you say that!"

"Don't worry?" Sancho was stunned when he heard this, and then laughed: "Are you worried about Ayun? You don't have a child yet, so it's too early to think about the future, right?"

"Then you can't not worry about it at all!" Acheng rolled her eyes at her husband: "I've already agreed that if Ayun has a child, you must stand by her side, otherwise I won't agree!"

"Okay, okay, okay!" Sancho waved his hand impatiently: "I'm just a house slave. Don't take me too seriously. Who I give it to or who I don't give it to is all the master's idea. And I What can I say?”

"That's not necessarily the case! The general is famous for his nostalgia for the past, but you followed him in Sixi City back then. Counting Shen Faseng and He Bayong, they are not as senior as you! Moreover, they have now opened a government office, and you are the only one. I have always been with the general, and many of my own properties have been left to you to take care of. In terms of intimacy, there are really few people who can compare to you!" Acheng smiled and said: "Besides, your help is not in vain. Yes. The Onimuro family is a branch of the Fuyu family. Now the main branch of the Fuyu family has become weak. The most powerful and wealthy among the branches is the Onimuro family. It is only natural that the general and Ayun's children will inherit the throne. I Sister Ayunqing, if you help her, her child will marry our daughter after he ascends the throne. In the future, won’t your Sang family also be kin for generations? Will they end up together with the country? "

When Sancho heard this, he fell into deep thought. If he still took his wife's previous words as a joke, the last words analyzing the pros and cons struck an itch in his heart. Among Wang Wenzuo's subordinates, Sancho's origins were among the humblest. He was a Sanhan herder slave with a mother but no father, and an unknown name. Even the name Sancho was found by Wang Wenzuo from "Don Quixote" The ones that came out for him are the kind that when you become rich and want to build ancestral tombs, you don’t know where to build them. In this regard, he is not as good as Yuan Fei and Wang Peng. After all, although these two people are from very humble backgrounds, they at least have parents and brothers. This is why Wang Wenzuo trusts him so much. After all, Sancho was completely created by Wang Wenzuo. Without Wang Wenzuo, he would be nothing. And Acheng now points out a clear path to Sanqiu: as long as the children of Oni Shiyun and Wang Wenzuo can ascend the throne of Baekje, he has the hope of becoming the father-in-law of the future King of Baekje, and his descendants will also be able to flow with their legacy. The noble blood of the Baekje royal family completely escapes the fate of inferior people. This temptation is something he cannot resist.

"How about it?" Acheng saw Sanqiu's thoughts and urged: "If you don't believe it, I can ask Ayun to make a letter for you! If a boy is born, he will marry our daughter as his wife!"

"Let's talk about the documents and so on!" Sancho smiled: "Let's wait until she has a boy first, otherwise everything will be in vain!"

Hearing Sancho say this, Acheng knew that her husband had agreed, and was secretly happy. She walked up behind Sancho, put her arms around his neck, and pressed her cheek against her husband's: "Sancho, you won't regret doing this!"

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"Father, I think our people need a rest, and so do the horses!" Gao Yannian said in a low voice.

Gaosheji didn't say anything. He turned around. In the cool sunlight, his people gathered by the creek not far from the hillside. The horses had drank enough from the cold mountain spring and were gnawing on the brown weeds growing from the cracks in the rocks. The two guides nestled together pitifully. Chogoro stood next to them, leaning on a spear and wearing a round iron helmet on his head, which looked like a big bowl. An archer sat beside him, waxing his bowstring, complaining that the moisture was bad for the string.

"Messenger Gao, Mr. Yannian is right!" The big guide stood up: "This is already the third horse we have lost! -"

"If we don't pass through this valley as soon as possible, we will lose more than just the horses!" Gao Sheji looked stern, like the stones on the mountain wall, weathered by wind and rain but unyielding.

"Father, are you saying there are bandits here?" Gao Yannian asked.

"Not bad!" Gao Sheji watched the surroundings vigilantly: "You can also call them mountain men, thieves, kidnappers, bastards, whatever you want, it's all the same. To deal with us, they don't even need to draw their swords, just need to Just stand on the mountainside and throw rocks down, a three-year-old child can do it!"

Gao Yannian raised his head and tried to see clearly the scenery of the rock walls on both sides. Soon he felt that his neck began to feel sore, and he had to give up his efforts: "Are these rock walls too steep? It's hard to imagine that someone can stand on them and go down. Throw stones!”

"I thought so before I was twenty!" Gao Sheji sneered and took off his helmet, revealing an obscure scar on his cheek: "Until I was knocked unconscious by a stone, luckily I was wearing it. Helmet, or I’ll be without you!”

Gao Yannian licked his tongue and said nothing. Changgoro stood up, patted his afraid companion on the shoulder, and whispered a few words. Following the call, people packed their bags listlessly and prepared to continue on the road.

"cavalry!"

Screams came from the wind-carved ridges above. Before resting, the high-sheltered chickens took pictures of people with good eyesight and climbed up to keep watch.

Everyone was stunned for a moment. Gaoshe Chicken was the first to take action. "Yennian, Changgoro, you two get on your horses!" she shouted, "Lead the other horses behind, prepare your bows and crossbows, and prepare to fight!"

"The enemy has horses!"

Someone shouted loudly, Changgoro listened carefully, and sure enough he heard the sparse sound of horse hooves. It was like a whip hitting everyone's back, and everyone moved quickly. The lookouts ran and jumped down the ridge, and gravel rained down on them. Out of breath, he jumped to the high-roofed chicken. He was of medium height, with a head of rust-colored hair sticking out from under his peaked leather helmet. "I saw twenty, there should be more," he said breathlessly, "I guess they are local bandits in this area. Messenger, there must be bandit scouts on both sides of the road when we came...hide and observe... They discovered us long ago."

Gao Jigu has been dressed up, holding a horn bow in his hand and a long gun leaning on his side. He observes the situation coldly and gives orders from time to time. His voice is not loud, but everyone obeys them tamely. A moment later, the enemy appeared in everyone's sight.

There were no flags, no horns, no war drums, only the sound of triggers being pulled and bowstrings cutting through the air, and in the blink of an eye the bandits rushed over along the valley road. They all have dark skin and lean bodies. They wear hard leather and various ill-fitting rusty armors. Their faces are hidden in half helmets, or they are bareheaded. They hold various weapons in their hands, some with rusty ones. Long knives, spears, sharpened sickles, maces and iron forks. The person riding at the front wore a cloak made of gray wolf skin and held a sharp long-handled scythe.

Gaosheji shot the first arrow, then the second, then dropped his horn bow, picked up his spear, and pointed the spear point diagonally upward, forcing the bandit leader to turn his horse's head to avoid hitting the spear tip.

"Come on!" Gao Yannian roared, urging his horse to charge forward. He threw out the short spear in his hand, then drew his saber and rushed into the ranks of the bandits, slashing left and right, knocking down his opponents like chopping vegetables. Chogoro went straight towards the big man wearing a shadow lynx fur cloak. The two horses circled each other, and the two of them went back and forth. Gao Jishe saw the tip of a spear piercing the chest of the man in the wolf skin cloak. He opened his mouth to shout, but only blood gushes out. When he fell to the ground, Chogoro pounced on the next opponent.

The bandits who had lost their leader began to retreat, and the next second their retreat turned into fleeing. Gao Jifeng pulled out the spear point from the corpse, jumped on the horse, and began to chase the enemy. He expertly stabbed the enemy's back with the spear point. The parts protected by the armor - don't use too much force, the human body is as fragile as tofu under the weight and speed of humans and horses. The most important thing is not to let the spear tip penetrate too deep and get stuck or break by the bones. A few minutes later, Gaosheji stabbed the last enemy. Looking around, he found that the enemy had either been killed or had fled up the steep hillside. In short, the battle was over before he noticed. Dead bodies and injured people were everywhere, screaming and moaning. Gao Sheji checked his whole body and found that he was fine. He loosened his stiff fingers, inserted the spear into the mud, jumped off the horse, and gasped violently.

"We'd better get out of here as soon as possible! This area is full of bandits! They just retreated temporarily and will come back soon!" The big guide came over and was hit by an arrow in his shoulder. Fortunately, the bandits' bows and arrows were very poor. He was wearing leather armor, so the arrow didn't penetrate deep into his flesh.

"How come there are so many bandits?" Gao Jishe asked, "I remember there weren't so many before!"

"That was before!" the big guide said with a wry smile: "There were wars in the past few years. Many defeated soldiers fled into the mountains and became bandits. However, the county generals and guarding gentlemen who were responsible for guarding the local area became weak. They hid in In your own mountain town, you don’t care about anything!”

Gao Sheji didn't say anything. He turned around and said, "Take care of our bodies and continue on our way!"

Facts have proved that the guide did not lie. At noon the next day, Gao Sheji and his party encountered the second group of bandits. They repelled the group of bandits at the cost of two lives and three injuries. Obviously, no matter how they continue, if they continue If this continues, they will soon be wiped out.

Fortunately, they did not encounter bandits on the third day, nor on the fourth day, and twice on the fifth day. When they heard the sound of men and horses on the sixth day, they thought they were about to be doomed, holding weapons in hand, preparing for a final fight to the death. At that moment, Gao Sheji couldn't help but let out a long sigh when he discovered the flag held high by the visitor - it was a bear's head flag, representing the Yan family that ruled this land.

"You said you are the envoys of the Tang Dynasty?" Under the bear's head banner was a young man in his early twenties, with a strong build, a square face, a garlic nose and thick lips. He was clumsily looking at Gaoshe Chicken He took out his waist card and looked at the people in front of him curiously: "But our master is now taking orders from the King of Silla!"

"I know, but the King of Silla has been replaced. Did you know? The new King of Silla is named Jin Renwen. He is the younger brother of the old King of Silla. He has surrendered to the Tang Dynasty?" Gao Sheji explained patiently.

"Replacement? The new king is the younger brother of the old King of Silla? Has he surrendered to the Tang Dynasty?" The young man looked at Gao Sheji suspiciously: "How come I haven't heard of it? Could it be that you lied to me? Bar?"

"Don't worry here!" Gao Sheji knew how wary these rude mountain people were about outsiders. He spread his hands and said, "You can take me to your leader. If what I say is false, he can Identify and punish me! If what I say is true, you will also be rewarded for bringing important news!"

"That's true!" The young man thought for a moment and nodded happily. His eyes when he looked at Gaosheji changed: "You are really a smart man!"

"I'm from here too, you can listen to my accent!" Gao Sheji said in a local accent: "Whether it's the new king or the old king, just don't hinder us from living our lives. Why shed unnecessary blood?"

The familiar local accent dispelled the young man's vigilance, and he laughed: "You're right, I'm actually tired of fighting this kind of war that has nothing to do with us. I really hope that the war can be ended soon and those bandits can be driven away. Everyone can live a peaceful and peaceful life!"

As the two talked, everyone's pace gradually became brisk. Fortifications appeared in front. Long battlements were built on the dangerous cliffs on both sides. The mountain road shrank to barely allow four people to ride side by side. Two watchtowers climbed up. On the rock wall, they are connected to each other by a weathered gray stone closed arch bridge. Silent faces watched them from the archery holes in the towers, from the battlements, and from the stone bridges. Gao Chicken Coop could feel the power contained within, and mentally estimated how long it would take to capture this place, and how much blood would be shed.

When they were approaching the city, a helmeted warrior appeared on the arch bridge and stared at them coldly: "Who is he?"

"They claim to be the envoys of the Tang people!" The young man shouted loudly: "They say that the King of Silla has been replaced. The new King of Silla is the younger brother of the old King of Silla and has surrendered to the Tang Dynasty! He is bringing peace to the Tang Dynasty. It’s coming!”

"Peace? Kneel down for peace?" the warrior said coldly. He stared at the chicken: "Go back and tell the people who sent you that we are not as weak as the Silla people, who kneel down so easily!"

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