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"That's right, sister, look, Brother Guang's army has captured Shanjing, General Hua Mingfeng's army has captured Bingfu City, and I heard that Lu State's army has also invaded Feng State for a thousand miles, occupying dozens of cities, large and small. 【 】" As he spoke, Long Dingtian drew three arrows, all of which pointed directly at Dafeng City, the meaning of which is self-evident!

A knowing smile appeared on Long Feixue's face: "Brother, I think Feng Nation's defeat is complete, and Hua Shenguang even forced Cheng Heizi away, weakening the strength of Feng Nation's generals, and our Daping Nation's national strength is getting worse day by day." Strengthening, I am afraid that an eternal prosperity will be split in the hands of my brother."

"Well said! Sister, more than half of this is due to Brother Guang." As soon as Hua Shenguang was mentioned, Long Dingtian stared at Long Feixue meaningfully: "Sister, what did you call him just now?" Come on, by the way, you call him Hua Shenguang, how can you call him that? I heard people say that you hold a Liuying sword every day and call him Brother Guang."

Long Feixue's eyes naturally showed Hua Shenguang's walking posture, smiling face, voice, etc., and she blushed: "Brother, you are making fun of others again, so I ignore you."

Seeing Long Feixue run out, Long Dingtian laughed out loud.He took out a thorn bomb from under the table, played with this strategic weapon of Dashengfeng Nation fondly, and said to himself: "I should also visit the Tiangong Bureau in person to see the heroes behind the scenes who worked so hard to make it That's right. Brother Guang has proposed to reward Fang Tong a long time ago, so I just go here and issue an imperial decree to reward Fang Tong face to face!"

Long Dingtian said that wind is rain, so he left the palace the next day and went to Sanshan County.

At this time, Hua Shenguang was inquiring about his opponent Zeng Huainan in many ways. The information about this new opponent after Cheng Heizi left was collected by multiple channels and placed on his desk.Xiaoye brewed a pot of tea for him, and stood beside him quietly.

"Zeng Huainan is indeed worthy of Cheng Heizi's predecessor, the Great General of Fengguo! You see, Xiaoye, when he was in power, he attacked 150 times, won 130 times, and lost [-] times. They are all trivial defeats." Hua Shenguang flipped through the files and said.

"Brother Guang, this person is old and not as brave as he used to be. He must not be your opponent." Xiaoye said, she has absolute trust in Hua Shenguang, as long as Hua Shenguang is by her side, even if the sky falls, she will not Fear.

"The older the person, the more scheming they are, otherwise how could there be such sayings as old fox and old goblin? You see, judging from this person's record, he is more scheming. This person is extremely cautious and does not easily send troops , but when troops are dispatched, it is bound to be accompanied by conspiracy.”

"Brother Guang, what are the plots and tricks up to? A thornbush flicked past him and he was killed." Xiaoye said disapprovingly, making a gesture of her fist.

Hua Shenguang smiled, on the battlefield, tribulus bullets can't solve everything. For example, if the artillery army is led into a valley and other dead ends, no matter how many tribulus bullets there are, what's the use?

"Huh, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it. Zeng Huainan has a son and a daughter. The son Zeng Guoan is an official in the court, and the daughter is actually a disciple of the Baihua Palace. Three years ago, she realized the magic power and entered the Baihua Palace." The information about Zeng Huainan's family tree attracted Hua Shenguang.

Xiaoye came over and stared at the piece of paper: "Zeng Ajiao? Another disciple of Baihua Palace, Brother Guang, you must win, capture this old man alive, and kill his daughter later!" Come on.

"Of course! Zeng Ajiao, this name is so funny, why didn't he choose Zeng Amao?" Hua Shenguang teased a few words, put down his emotions and reported: "Xiaoye, come with me to see the cannonball operation of the Tiangong Bureau." Are you here?"

The Bureau of Tiangong worked day and night to produce the tribulus bombs, and finally a large batch of them arrived, which made Hua Shenguang even more confident.Due to the previous battle, the tribulus bombs were almost used up, so Hua Shenguang immediately mobilized the shells in case of emergency.

First collect some tribulus bombs and enter the Shenguangyu space, Hua Shenguang arranges Shanjing's affairs, rides a fast horse alone, and heads north.He was going to Jianping County or further north to personally investigate the enemy's movements and see if he could do some damage by the way.Although there is already a lot of enemy intelligence and news about Zeng Huainan, it is better to see it than to hear it. When you go to the enemy's territory, you can get more accurate information.

To the north of Shanjing, there is a large passage leading to Jianping, Luoxi and other places. The wide road is very flat. Originally, there should be many people coming and going here, but because of the war, it is rare to see it on this avenue. to a pedestrian or two.After all, the section from Shanjing to Jianping County is now the front line of the confrontation between the two armies. Although there is a temporary truce, ordinary people will not run here, and they will avoid it.

Hua Shenguang's fast horse galloped on the road, occasionally seeing villages on both sides of the road, fields around the villages, and some people working.Hua Shenguang stopped and looked at the peaceful and serene pastoral scenery, feeling a feeling that he couldn't bear to break.

"The square house is more than ten acres, and the thatched house is one room. The elms and willows are shaded by the back, and the peaches and plums are in front of the hall." Hua Shenguang remembered the poems of the past poets describing the pastoral scenery, and looked ahead. The scenery of this other world is like a poem. Painting is better than artistic conception in poetry.

After tying the horse to the side of the road, Hua Shenguang walked to the field.An old man stopped what he was doing when he saw a stranger coming.

Hua Shenguang restrained his whole body and smiled, giving people a feeling of spring breeze, like a young and polite student studying.He made a bow to the old man and said, "Old man, your melon is so red and big, don't know how to sell it?"

The old man saw that Hua Shenguang was not a bad person, and he was polite, so he picked one off casually, touched a small stone, and the melon split open, revealing the bright red flesh inside. The old man handed it to him and said with a smile: "Young man , you are tired from the journey, come, taste a melon, I will see you feel comfortable, no money, please."

"Why is this so embarrassing?" Hua Shenguang took the melon and took a sip. It was purely sweet without any sourness, and he couldn't help admiring it.

When the melon is ripe, the whole body is fiery red. The flesh inside is similar to watermelon, but it has no seeds, and the taste is purer and sweeter. It is the first choice of ordinary farmers in the Shanjing area, especially in summer.

"Young man, there is going to be a war here. Why are you still running here? You seem to be from Shanjing. I heard that Shanjing has been occupied by the Daping Kingdom?"

"Yes, old man, Shanjing has been occupied." Hua Shenguang said.

The old man sat down on the ridge of the field, broke open a melon himself, and said while eating: "Oh, the two countries are at war, and the victims are still our people. Fortunately, I heard that the Huashenguang of the Daping Kingdom never harmed ordinary people. .”

After Hua Shenguang heard it, he felt relieved. It seems that his reputation has already spread, and the people of Daping Kingdom know his kindness.

The old man continued: "At this time in previous years, melons are very popular, but this year, I am afraid that these will rot in the ground. You see, the red ones are ripe. If you don't pick them for a few days, they will fall naturally and rot on the ground." The blue-yellow ones are immature, and it was originally a good harvest year, but now it seems that the more melons are produced, the more worrying it is!"

While the old man was talking, his heart was full of melancholy, as if a few wrinkles appeared on his face.