Horse on the World

Chapter 801;

The rapid failure of King Ning's navy on the Black Water Ocean was beyond Shang Haibo's expectations. After losing the navy's greatest reliance, in Shang Haibo's view, King Ning's failure was doomed. The problem now is, How long can King Ning last, and how long can he fight for Luoyang?The longer the time, the better. Dingzhou's new policy in the Central Plains has basically been a success. Although it has harmed the interests of a large number of original gentry and aristocrats, it has allowed the country and most of the people to gain The real benefits are not only enriching the national treasury, but more importantly, the common people have more recognition and support for the Luoyang court.After the beginning of the new year, the promotion of the New Deal will be fully rolled out in the entire Central Plains. Presumably, many people will jump out to oppose it. A murderous look flashed in Shang Haibo's eyes. The development of an era will inevitably represent the destruction of a class. With the rise of a new class, Shang Haibo, who was born in a poor family, did not have any good feelings for Da Chu's wealthy family. To eradicate these parasites, he would not soften his heart in the slightest, and he would never mind raising the butcher knife in his hand.

The greatest support must be given to King Ning so that King Ning can survive for a longer time. Now, the best support for King Ning is to launch an attack on the whole state immediately. Zhang Aimin should have a great chance of winning against Chen Zeyue. If you sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight according to the views of the vast majority of the court, you will only harm others and yourself.

Five years, as long as you give yourself five years, with the vast area of ​​the Central Plains and Dingkou, which has an absolute advantage in numbers, it will form an overwhelming advantage over Dingzhou.There is no shortage of people, resources, or skilled craftsmen in the Central Plains. Although the high-quality armor and sharp weapons of Dingzhou cannot be produced on a large scale, the four-shot eight-ox crossbow and the long-range projection machine have all been imitated. , the performance is not worse than that produced in Dingzhou.Shang Haibo believes that as long as these skilled craftsmen are given strong incentives like Dingzhou, these problems will be resolved in a short time.

The resources I have now are much better than when I was in Dingzhou, and I will definitely be able to achieve better results than I did back then.

The moment he stepped on the threshold, Shang Haibo turned his head and looked at the long avenue stretching out in front of the door. The road is just under his feet. As long as he walks out step by step, he will eventually reach the end one day.

Shang Shuhuan, who was dressed as a beggar in tatters and gave off an unpleasant smell, was sitting cross-legged at the corner of a mansion in the distance. In front of him were passers-by and guards with guns. , Shang Haibo was about to step into the house, and these soldiers also began to gather their formation and prepare to retreat.

Seeing the figure coming down from the eight-carrying frame, Shang Shuhuan's tears flowed down immediately, leaning on a stick, he stood up, leaning against the fence, staring intently at that figure's back. There are many white hairs, and the back looks a little bent, but the steps that are taken are still as big and powerful as before.

He almost wanted to blurt out a cry, but Shang Shuhuan still forced himself to swallow the call back into his throat, only looking at the back of the figure who was about to disappear in front of the gate with blurred eyes.

But in the dark, there seems to be an invisible rope that binds the father and son. At the moment when he is about to step into the gate, Shang Haibo seems to feel the bursts of hot eyes coming from his back, and he turns around abruptly. Turning around, what he looked at was exactly where Shang Shuhuan was staying.

As far as he could see, there was only a scruffy and extremely ugly beggar standing there leaning on a stick. Shang Haibo sighed silently, turned around and disappeared into the gate.

Seeing the vermilion door shut with a bang, Shang Shuhuan limped towards the distance with a stick and a broken bowl in his hand.

In Xie Ke's mansion, Xie Ke, who came back from the court, returned to the study, immediately wrote a secret letter, sealed it in a wax pill, and called Hu Dong immediately.

"Dongzi, I'm afraid you have to go there yourself."

"What happened?" Hu Dong asked.

"The imperial court decided that Zhang Aimin, the Minzhou army, should launch a war immediately, go out of Qingyang, seize Zunhua, and attack Quanzhou, in response to King Ning's Southern Army's attack on Weizhou."

"Damn it, it really doesn't stop!" Hu Dong scolded, "I was the only one who went. The Luoyang network has just started to be rebuilt, and I can't form a combat force yet, and I can't fully trust them. For such a big matter, I am the only one who can handle it personally. Go for a run."

"Take Ximen Qing with you, so I can take care of you." Xie Ke ordered.

Hu Dong grinned, "Ximenqing has other tasks, so he can't go with me!"

"Another task?" Xie Ke asked back in surprise, and didn't ask any more. There is discipline in the Overwatch Council, and it's none of his business. The less you know, the better.

"It's okay to tell you. I received a secret order from Miss, asking Ximen Qing to secretly protect a person. Do you know who this person is?"

Xie Ke smiled noncommittally. If he could know, Hu Dong would naturally say, otherwise, it would be useless to ask.

"Shang Shuhuan!" Hu Dong spat out a few words.

Xie Ke raised his eyebrows immediately, "It's him, he has come to Luoyang."

"Yes, there is another group reception, and this group is directly under the leadership of the young lady."

Xie Ke nodded, "It seems that the young lady has finally taken action against Shang Haibo. Hu Dong, I will be transferred to the Ministry of Industry, and I will participate in the repair work of Luoyang City."

"Oh, wouldn't it be possible to get the defense map of the entire Luoyang City and various military facilities?" Hu Dong was very excited.

"That's so simple." Xie Hu said: "This is the top secret of Luoyang, and only people at the level of Shangshu Shilang can get in touch. I am only responsible for the specific construction work. In the letter, I have already told Miss I have explained my current duties, and if you have any orders, the lady will tell you when you come back."

"Understood!"

"Also, the imperial court has decided to use force again against You Yan, trying to gain the Xiegu Fortress. We in Dingzhou must take precautions. If Xiegu is lost, Youyan will have no danger to defend."

"Understood, I will set off as soon as the gate of the city opens tomorrow. I will not return until after the new year. Xie Ke, what do you want me to bring back for you?"

Xie Ke thought for a while, "Go to my parents' cloak tomb to offer a stick of incense, kowtow a few times, and bring over some soil from their graves. I have been away from home for a long time, and my homesickness is getting stronger every day!"

Hu Dong was taken aback, and comforted him: "Victory won't be too long. At that time, let's go back to Dingzhou in a splendid manner."

"That's natural!" The two big hands were tightly held together.

The blazing flames, the piercing knife light, the shrill screams, and the helpless groans all merged into one. Shang Haibo was sweating profusely, stood up suddenly, and sat up from the bed. The candle on the table was still burning, flickering Indefinitely, reflecting his own figure on the curtain, he looked so lonely and lonely.

"What's the matter, master?" The woman serving the bed next to her sat up, supported Shang Haibo, and asked in a charming voice. There are many maids from the palace in the mansion, and all of them are charming.

Shang Haibo was stunned for a while, then shook his head, "It's nothing, it's just a nightmare." Under the service of the woman, after lying down again, he couldn't sleep anymore, and his eyes were full of old wives and sons. figure.

No sleep for one night.

For more than ten days in a row, every time after Shang Haibo went to court, he would always see that extremely ugly beggar not far from the mansion. Shang Haibo always felt that he had seen this person there before, and couldn't help but feel a burst of pain in his heart. It's strange, I don't have any acquaintances in Luoyang, and it's an acquaintance with such a conspicuous appearance.

A very strange feeling grew in Shang Haibo's heart.

Today, Shang Haibo returned home again. When he passed the corner, Shang Haibo quietly lifted the corner of the curtain. Sure enough, the ugly man was leaning against the corner with one leg stretched out and the other leg stretched out. Curled up, holding a wooden stick in his arms, with a broken bowl in front of him, just staying there.

As if knowing that Shang Haibo was watching him, the man's eyes looked over, and when their eyes met, Shang Haibo's heart was shocked, this man's eyes were so familiar.

Stretching his foot on the bottom of the sedan chair, the sedan chair stopped immediately, and the housekeeper who was following the sedan chair immediately approached him and asked through the curtain, "What are your orders, sir?"

"See that beggar at the corner, call him over!" Shang Haibo said.

"Here, master, Lord Yuan has ordered you not to allow strangers to approach you."

Shang Haibo smiled silently, "With a master of military affairs like you by my side, am I afraid of any little thieves? What's more, there are many soldiers here, so we should take strict precautions."

"My lord?" The butler wanted to persuade him again, but Shang Haibo's voice had already raised his voice, "Call me here."

"Yes!" The butler nodded helplessly and made a gesture. The two guards rushed over immediately. The ugly man at the corner seemed to realize something and got up and wanted to run, but he was caught by the two guards before he could run. The one on the ground was dragged over.

Pulling up the curtain, Shang Haibo stared at the ugly man in front of him, his eyes always felt familiar.

"This man, where are you from, do I recognize you?" He asked in a deep voice.

Shang Shuhuan only felt blood dripping from his heart, but the father and son didn't know each other. Looking at each other's eyes, Shang Shuxing hoarse his throat and shook his head again and again, "Master, I don't know you. I came from Pingzhou. There was a fire at home. My relatives They're all dead, and there's nothing left."

Hearing the other party's extremely difficult voice, Shang Haibo shook his head in disappointment, "Give him a few taels of silver and let him go!"

The housekeeper took out a few taels of scattered silver from his pocket, and handed it to the ugly man, "My lord is kind, so I don't want to thank you."

Shang Shuhuan took the money, bowed to thank him repeatedly, turned around, and walked towards the distance with a limp on a stick.At this time, they were getting closer, and looking at the back of the other party, Shang Haibo's body was shocked, that back was almost exactly the same as that of his son Shang Shuhuan.

"Stop!" he shouted.

Following his shout, several guards rushed up with their sabers unsheathed and dragged Shang Shuhuan back.

Staring at that strange face, thinking about the familiar figure, Shang Haibo had countless thoughts in his mind, "You ugly man also has a relationship with me, I see you poor, I want to take you into the house as a How about my servant?"

Shang Shuhuan was stunned, before he could answer, the steward next to him objected: "My lord, this person's origin is unknown, it's better not to take him into the mansion."

Shang Haibo said with a sneer: "I see that you were bitten by a snake once and afraid of well ropes for ten years. This man is disabled. If he is really an assassin, who would be stupid enough to send such a person with such obvious characteristics to assassinate me?" , man, I just ask if you are willing or not?"

Shang Shuhuan's eyes revealed a look of surprise, and he kowtowed repeatedly on the ground, "The villain is willing, the villain is willing, as long as there is a mouthful of food, you can tell me to do it."

(End of this chapter)