Chapter 515
Yoshiko
Chapter 515 Yoshiko
"Listening."
Not a word was missed.
Xie Zhifei clenched his hands into fists and his voice trembled slightly, "Keep talking."
"His Majesty likes this team. The first few times he fought against the Tatars, he always took Bu Liu with him and ordered them to play forward."
He Yun turned to look at Xie Zhifei.
"If we really have to fight the Tatars again this time, they will probably be indispensable. Hey... why are your eyes red?"
"Wine-smoked."
Xie Zhifei said slowly: "Their weapons are actually knives?"
"You don't understand. This is called having a big sword in my hand. I have the world."
He Yun said this and sighed deeply, "In the past, the Zheng family army also used broadswords."
In the shadows, Xie Zhifei's stern face slowly revealed an unconcealable sadness.
There are a total of 32 styles of Zheng family swordsmanship. Each style looks simple and unpretentious, but in fact it is a killing move.
Dad said that on the battlefield, fancy things can kill people. If you want to save your life, you need to kill people and use killer moves.
Zheng Huaizuo started learning martial arts at the age of three, and learned the Zheng family's sword skills at the age of five. He was young and weak, so his father specially gave him a small knife.
At the age of seven, he could lift a real sword for the first time.
The knife was very heavy, taller than his height, the blade was like autumn frost, and it cut iron like mud.
Dad said: Son, with the knife in your hand, kill all the Chinese dogs that bully me.
Xie Zhifei turned his back and quickly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves.
He never dreamed that in this place of fun and romance, he would meet his grandfather's former subordinates.
He actually knew the Zheng Jiajun's final destination clearly.
There were 5 troops, including [-] veterans and remnants who retired and returned home, and [-] were scattered and sent to various military camps.
"How many people are there in Bujiajun?" he asked.
"Thirty thousand."
He Yun: "Only [-]."
Xie Zhifei: "What do you mean?"
He Yun winked at him.
"Your Majesty is waiting to see you, and naturally the Ministry of War is waiting to see you. Once the Ministry of War is waiting to see you, the military pay and other things will be sufficient. Didn't you see that their armor is different from other soldiers?"
Xie Zhifei: "What's the difference?"
"If you use more iron, you can withstand attacks on the battlefield and save your life at critical moments."
He Yun: "Go to several camps and ask around. Who doesn't want to sharpen his head and become a progressive army, but who can get in?"
Even though Xie Zhifei knew the reason, he still asked: "Why?"
Because that answer would make him proud.
"Because the Zheng Family Army only has [-] left in the end, every carrot is a pit. Unless the soldiers retire and return home, the Bu Family Army's pits will always be filled with people who were once Zheng Family Army."
He Yun squinted his eyes and sighed, "In the final analysis, Old General Zheng is amazing. He brought out such a thing as Bu Liu. He..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard a shout, "Boss, the person has been found, here."
"Bring it down."
"Yes!"
After a burst of rapid footsteps, two more people appeared on the ground in the yard.
A fair and fair boy, his face is more beautiful than the girl's, and his figure is more enchanting than the girl's.
The other was a man in his twenties, without a shirt, showing his muscular upper body, and half of his lower body was wearing trousers, leaving half exposed.
The guests in Yusheng Tower forgot about their anger at being disturbed just now, and each one stuck his head out from the railing to watch the show.
"I know that waiter."
He Yun said in a low voice: "The name of the opera is Shaotang. He is an elementary school opera actor. He came to Yushenglou after he came out of the theater troupe. That small waist... tsk tsk tsk, it can be broken with just a pinch."
Xie Zhifei turned to look at him.Seeing that he had spilled the beans in his pride, He Yun quickly added: "Isn't this all in the past? I'm all thinking about it now..."
"Watch a play."
Xie Zhifei interrupted him coldly.
At this time, Bu Liu had already walked up to the shirtless man.
The man raised his head and gave him a ruffian smile: "Father, why are you so mobilized? I'll be back after a few days of fun."
Bu Liu had a sullen face and said nothing.
The man pounced forward and lay at Bu Liu's feet like a dog.
"Father, please give me another 2000 taels. Once the money is used up, I will completely give up. Really, I am just a puppy if you lie to you."
Bu Liu still didn't speak.
The corner of the man's mouth twitched slightly, and he turned over, lying on the ground like a scoundrel.
"Father, I was wrong, please don't be angry, can you? Let me play for three more days, just three days, can you?"
"Here comes someone." Bu Liu finally said.
"exist."
"Fight to death."
"Yes!"
Two soldiers came up and set up Shaotang on the ground, one on the left and the other on the right.
The other soldier found a bench from nowhere.
The three of them pushed the person down on the bench.
Shaotang didn't know that he would be the one killed in the battle. He was so frightened that he cried loudly: "Mr. Xu, please help me. Please help me. You are wronged. I am wronged. Why do you want to kill me?"
Xu Nian'an jumped up and yelled at Bu Liu: "Besides fighting and killing, what else can you do? If you can, come at me and beat me to death!"
A thin layer of red appeared in Bu Liu's eyes. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Xu Nian'an's neck, hating that iron could not make steel:
"If it weren't for your father, you would have died hundreds of times."
Xu Nian'an blushed and said with a painful look on his face: "If it weren't for my father, you would have died long ago. Dad, dad, my biological father——"
Bu Liu's face suddenly looked unhappy. He loosened his grip and gritted his teeth and said, "Tie him up and let me watch him carefully."
"Yes!"
When Xu Nian'an heard that he was going to be tied up, he lay down on the ground again, patted the bluestone bricks with his hands, and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Look, the dignified Bu family army is going to kidnap someone, and the kidnapper is his adopted son... ugh!"
As soon as he was halfway through shouting, a piece of cloth was stuffed into his mouth. Two soldiers held him down and dragged him to the bench.
Xie Zhifei frowned, "Wen Yu, where did this adopted son come from?"
Although He Yun was a little unhappy after being yelled at just now, when he heard the word "Wen Yu", all his unhappiness was forgotten.
"Bu Liu recognized it himself. It is said that he wanted to repay his kindness. That bastard couldn't hold himself up to the wall. Bu Liu asked him to go east, but he insisted on going west. He has been making trouble for a long time."
They were talking in a low voice here, but the plank had already started on the other side, using the back of a big knife. The waiter screamed in pain, with tears and runny nose flying everywhere, and he kept shouting "Master, help me."
The owner of Yusheng Tower is a voluptuous woman in her early thirties, surnamed Chu.
Chu's mother was so anxious that she wanted to go forward and persuade her, but she was also afraid of these barbarians who were soldiers. If she didn't persuade them, there would be many unjust souls in the good Yusheng Tower, and they would be unlucky at the sight of blood.
Turning her eyes, she saw Xie Zhifei hiding in the darkness. Mother Chu shouted as if she had seen a savior:
"My Lord Xie, please come out and seek justice. Yushenglou is open for business, how can anyone be beaten or killed?"
He Yun was so angry that his eyes turned green.
Smelly bitch, you have sharp eyes. I will go back and dig out your eyeballs and use them as balls to stomp on.
"Chengyu, don't go." He grabbed Xie Zhifei.
"You stay here."
Xie Zhifei broke away from He Yun's hand and walked out in stride.
(End of this chapter)
"Listening."
Not a word was missed.
Xie Zhifei clenched his hands into fists and his voice trembled slightly, "Keep talking."
"His Majesty likes this team. The first few times he fought against the Tatars, he always took Bu Liu with him and ordered them to play forward."
He Yun turned to look at Xie Zhifei.
"If we really have to fight the Tatars again this time, they will probably be indispensable. Hey... why are your eyes red?"
"Wine-smoked."
Xie Zhifei said slowly: "Their weapons are actually knives?"
"You don't understand. This is called having a big sword in my hand. I have the world."
He Yun said this and sighed deeply, "In the past, the Zheng family army also used broadswords."
In the shadows, Xie Zhifei's stern face slowly revealed an unconcealable sadness.
There are a total of 32 styles of Zheng family swordsmanship. Each style looks simple and unpretentious, but in fact it is a killing move.
Dad said that on the battlefield, fancy things can kill people. If you want to save your life, you need to kill people and use killer moves.
Zheng Huaizuo started learning martial arts at the age of three, and learned the Zheng family's sword skills at the age of five. He was young and weak, so his father specially gave him a small knife.
At the age of seven, he could lift a real sword for the first time.
The knife was very heavy, taller than his height, the blade was like autumn frost, and it cut iron like mud.
Dad said: Son, with the knife in your hand, kill all the Chinese dogs that bully me.
Xie Zhifei turned his back and quickly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves.
He never dreamed that in this place of fun and romance, he would meet his grandfather's former subordinates.
He actually knew the Zheng Jiajun's final destination clearly.
There were 5 troops, including [-] veterans and remnants who retired and returned home, and [-] were scattered and sent to various military camps.
"How many people are there in Bujiajun?" he asked.
"Thirty thousand."
He Yun: "Only [-]."
Xie Zhifei: "What do you mean?"
He Yun winked at him.
"Your Majesty is waiting to see you, and naturally the Ministry of War is waiting to see you. Once the Ministry of War is waiting to see you, the military pay and other things will be sufficient. Didn't you see that their armor is different from other soldiers?"
Xie Zhifei: "What's the difference?"
"If you use more iron, you can withstand attacks on the battlefield and save your life at critical moments."
He Yun: "Go to several camps and ask around. Who doesn't want to sharpen his head and become a progressive army, but who can get in?"
Even though Xie Zhifei knew the reason, he still asked: "Why?"
Because that answer would make him proud.
"Because the Zheng Family Army only has [-] left in the end, every carrot is a pit. Unless the soldiers retire and return home, the Bu Family Army's pits will always be filled with people who were once Zheng Family Army."
He Yun squinted his eyes and sighed, "In the final analysis, Old General Zheng is amazing. He brought out such a thing as Bu Liu. He..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard a shout, "Boss, the person has been found, here."
"Bring it down."
"Yes!"
After a burst of rapid footsteps, two more people appeared on the ground in the yard.
A fair and fair boy, his face is more beautiful than the girl's, and his figure is more enchanting than the girl's.
The other was a man in his twenties, without a shirt, showing his muscular upper body, and half of his lower body was wearing trousers, leaving half exposed.
The guests in Yusheng Tower forgot about their anger at being disturbed just now, and each one stuck his head out from the railing to watch the show.
"I know that waiter."
He Yun said in a low voice: "The name of the opera is Shaotang. He is an elementary school opera actor. He came to Yushenglou after he came out of the theater troupe. That small waist... tsk tsk tsk, it can be broken with just a pinch."
Xie Zhifei turned to look at him.Seeing that he had spilled the beans in his pride, He Yun quickly added: "Isn't this all in the past? I'm all thinking about it now..."
"Watch a play."
Xie Zhifei interrupted him coldly.
At this time, Bu Liu had already walked up to the shirtless man.
The man raised his head and gave him a ruffian smile: "Father, why are you so mobilized? I'll be back after a few days of fun."
Bu Liu had a sullen face and said nothing.
The man pounced forward and lay at Bu Liu's feet like a dog.
"Father, please give me another 2000 taels. Once the money is used up, I will completely give up. Really, I am just a puppy if you lie to you."
Bu Liu still didn't speak.
The corner of the man's mouth twitched slightly, and he turned over, lying on the ground like a scoundrel.
"Father, I was wrong, please don't be angry, can you? Let me play for three more days, just three days, can you?"
"Here comes someone." Bu Liu finally said.
"exist."
"Fight to death."
"Yes!"
Two soldiers came up and set up Shaotang on the ground, one on the left and the other on the right.
The other soldier found a bench from nowhere.
The three of them pushed the person down on the bench.
Shaotang didn't know that he would be the one killed in the battle. He was so frightened that he cried loudly: "Mr. Xu, please help me. Please help me. You are wronged. I am wronged. Why do you want to kill me?"
Xu Nian'an jumped up and yelled at Bu Liu: "Besides fighting and killing, what else can you do? If you can, come at me and beat me to death!"
A thin layer of red appeared in Bu Liu's eyes. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Xu Nian'an's neck, hating that iron could not make steel:
"If it weren't for your father, you would have died hundreds of times."
Xu Nian'an blushed and said with a painful look on his face: "If it weren't for my father, you would have died long ago. Dad, dad, my biological father——"
Bu Liu's face suddenly looked unhappy. He loosened his grip and gritted his teeth and said, "Tie him up and let me watch him carefully."
"Yes!"
When Xu Nian'an heard that he was going to be tied up, he lay down on the ground again, patted the bluestone bricks with his hands, and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Look, the dignified Bu family army is going to kidnap someone, and the kidnapper is his adopted son... ugh!"
As soon as he was halfway through shouting, a piece of cloth was stuffed into his mouth. Two soldiers held him down and dragged him to the bench.
Xie Zhifei frowned, "Wen Yu, where did this adopted son come from?"
Although He Yun was a little unhappy after being yelled at just now, when he heard the word "Wen Yu", all his unhappiness was forgotten.
"Bu Liu recognized it himself. It is said that he wanted to repay his kindness. That bastard couldn't hold himself up to the wall. Bu Liu asked him to go east, but he insisted on going west. He has been making trouble for a long time."
They were talking in a low voice here, but the plank had already started on the other side, using the back of a big knife. The waiter screamed in pain, with tears and runny nose flying everywhere, and he kept shouting "Master, help me."
The owner of Yusheng Tower is a voluptuous woman in her early thirties, surnamed Chu.
Chu's mother was so anxious that she wanted to go forward and persuade her, but she was also afraid of these barbarians who were soldiers. If she didn't persuade them, there would be many unjust souls in the good Yusheng Tower, and they would be unlucky at the sight of blood.
Turning her eyes, she saw Xie Zhifei hiding in the darkness. Mother Chu shouted as if she had seen a savior:
"My Lord Xie, please come out and seek justice. Yushenglou is open for business, how can anyone be beaten or killed?"
He Yun was so angry that his eyes turned green.
Smelly bitch, you have sharp eyes. I will go back and dig out your eyeballs and use them as balls to stomp on.
"Chengyu, don't go." He grabbed Xie Zhifei.
"You stay here."
Xie Zhifei broke away from He Yun's hand and walked out in stride.
(End of this chapter)