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    Hu Xueting waited and waited until his grandson knew how to make soy sauce, and he hadn't waited for the ransom from Byzantium.

    "Nonsense! How could I have waited so long!" Hu Xueting glared at Xiao Xuelan, and if you spread rumors, your ass will be flattened.

    Xiao Xuelan came up with an idea: "Sister, why don't you send someone to Byzantium to inquire about it." The noble captives of Europa have paid a lot of ransom and left happily. There is still no news from Byzantium, so we must find out what the problem is.

    "It's not an option to sit back and wait, we must take the initiative to attack!" Xiao Xuelan clenched her fists, her eyes sparkled, and it was her duty as the eldest princess to go deep into the tiger's den.

    "I will never let you go." Hu Xueting directly blocked Xiao Xuelan's dream, and the child obediently went to play.

    "I'm good at swordsmanship. If one hits a hundred, nothing will happen." Xiao Xuelan tried to explain her strengths. She is a girl, smart, young, good at martial arts, rich, cute, and smart. The enemies of Byzantium must be stupid  Treating her like an ordinary little girl, she wasn't wary at all, and then Barabara told the news of why Byzantium didn't redeem the emperor.

    "You don't understand Byzantine's words." Hu Xueting squeezed Xiao Xuelan's face into a big cake.  Xiao Xuelan pouted, the whole world should speak Luoyang dialect, why is it so difficult to do things for her sister.

    Hu Xueting looked at the sea and sighed. Byzantium was 745 meters away, and he could even hear the cry of the Byzantines on the opposite side, but Mao couldn't understand it.

    "Since Hu came out of the rivers and lakes, he has never met an opponent. He never thought that he would fall into the hands of a little Byzantine." Hu Xueting lost his spirits.  The most important thing in war is information. Knowing where the opponent¡¯s army is, knowing the character of the opponent¡¯s general, knowing the quality of the opponent¡¯s army, knowing whether the opponent¡¯s people support the army, these are basically the golden fingers of all traversers.  Knowing the opponent's measurements by name in minutes, Hu Xueting took advantage of his foresight, but he didn't expect to suffer a disadvantage in front of a group of primitive Byzantines, and he became blind.

    "What the hell are those damn Byzantines thinking? The emperor was captured, and they didn't send someone over to communicate?" Hu Xueting never believed that the news of the Byzantine emperor's death had leaked out. There must be something important about the Byzantine court's lack of further communication.  The reason is that unfortunately the two parties have no way to communicate at all, and gestures with such profound content are not easy to use.

    "Damn it, Byzantium is so backward that there are no overseas Chinese!" Hu Xueting was furious. The racial differences between the two sides were so great that people could recognize them at random.

    "If I had known today, I should have studied Western history seriously." Hu Xueting was full of regrets. After the exam, he forgot all of Western history. Who is the boss of the Byzantine Frank-German, what political opponents, who can win over, and no memory at all.  .

    Hu Xueting gritted his teeth, all plots and tricks such as division and collusion were all abolished, and he could only act recklessly.

    "The little western barbarians dare to block the way of the emperor, and the emperor will fight until you are convinced." Hu Xueting sternly said, Xiao Xuelan clenched her fist hard, that's it, let me be the pioneer.

    "Dreaming!" Hu Xueting glared at Xiao Xuelan. She now understands the feeling of being a parent. It is difficult to manage children when they grow up, and she really wants to beat her up.  Looking at Xiao Xuelan's smiling face, Hu Xueting patted her clothes lightly with his raised palm: "Look, the clothes are full of dust." Xiao Xuelan grinned and patted Hu Xueting's clothes  : "Sister, your clothes are also dusty."

    Yang Xuan calmly checked the progress of the construction of the fort by the port. Without ships, they couldn¡¯t cross the sea, they couldn¡¯t speak the language, and the population was sparse, so there was nothing to say. They could only confront each other across the strait and fight back defensively.

    "Build the Great Wall in all places along the coast, set up beacon towers, and send cavalry to surround and kill the enemy when they see the enemy landing." Yang Xuan looked at Constantinople on the other side of the strait, and really felt that it was too easy.  A bastion of 50,000 people, this is the territory of Da Yue, no, Da Chu.

    Hu Xueting nodded, the landing battle was a nightmare.

    "Actually, I think it is very easy for a large army to continuously attack and occupy the entire territory of Persia." Yang Xuan looked at the Bosphorus Strait, which is the natural moat of Byzantium and Dai Viet.  Enough to defeat any landing intention of Byzantium.

    "Excess troops can be used to attack." Yang Xuan said with emotion.  There is no one in northern Persia, and all the Persians have gone to the mountains in southern Persia, then continue to attack, taking advantage of the opportunity of most of the professional Persian soldiers being killed, Dai Viet entered southern Persia in one fell swoop, and can easily occupy the entire Persia  .

    "War is fought short, flat and fast!" Yang Xuan smiled. Hu Xueting was a bit weak in using troops. The strategy of building a bastion for defense is too conservative, and it is even worse in the long run.

    &n?Scarred.

    "In order to communicate with the Persians, we learn Persian, draw pictures and write in the hard soil and sand. If there are no twigs, we use stones. If there are no stones, we use our fingers. Our finger skins are worn out.  What is the blood on your hands for?" The Confucian disciple who adapted the story asked in grief and indignation.

    "In order to learn Persian, I have bitten my tongue several times, and why?" He continued to ask.

    A group of Confucian children are silent, damn Persian is really difficult to learn.

    "We endure all these hardships in order to preach for the sages of Confucius and Mencius!" The person who adapted the story cried out in grief and indignation.

    "I have indeed distorted the way of the saint now, but as long as those Persian barbarians are willing to get in touch with the way of the saint and are willing to understand the way of the saint, it is valuable for us to adapt the story. We can teach it after the Persians believe in the way of the saint.  The words of a true saint." The person who adapted the story said loudly.

    A group of Confucian disciples nodded slowly. To put it simply, in order to gain momentum from Persian disciples, they first passed on a false scripture, and then faxed the scripture when the time was right.

    "As long as we can preach for the sages, inherit the knowledge of the past sages, and bring peace to all generations, what's the point if we adjust our measures to local conditions a little?" The person who adapted the story asked loudly.  Many Confucian disciples nodded, it makes sense, for the sake of righteousness, sacrificing some small details is in line with the way of a sage.

    "Nonsense! The words of a sage are the words of a sage, and you can't change a single word! The devils are rampant, and Confucianism is weak. It is naturally extremely difficult for us to pass on the unique knowledge of the sage, but this is by no means a reason for you to distort the way of the sage!  A group of people shouted angrily, the road ahead was too bleak, and this met the test of "working their muscles and bones, starving their skin".

    "The words of a sage can be modified at will, and the core of a sage can be distorted at will. What is the difference between violating the words of a sage? Abandoning the core of Confucianism, what is left of Confucianism? You have borrowed from Buddhism and tampered with Confucianism and Taoism. Confucianism cannot become Confucianism."  , Buddha is not like Buddha, where is the Confucianism in your heart?"

    Someone pointed at the nose of the Confucian disciple who made up the story, and said sharply: "Don't use it as a sage to spread rumors to confuse the public. I know your real purpose. You are not just for a few cakes!"  , What do the wandering Confucian children live on?  Is it the trick to treat diseases by pinching people?  Of course it was Shu Xiu who had recruited new disciples from Persia!  Although it is a bit embarrassing to accept cakes and treat them as a bunch of cultivators in the process of preaching, Confucian children also have to eat properly.

    "For a few cakes, you have abandoned the way of a sage!" The man snapped, why did you adapt to local conditions? It was not just to get closer to the habits of the Persians, so you could cheat a few cakes.

    Everyone in a group of Confucian disciples changed color, and many people looked at him blamingly. How to spread the way of sages, should we adapt measures to local conditions and current conditions? That is a small struggle within Confucianism. It is as warm as comrades.  Rip everyone's face?

    The man looked at the crowd with a sneer. These guys have all abandoned the way of saints for the cake, and they are all traitors to Confucianism.  "Confucius said to achieve benevolence, Meng said to obtain righteousness, if we can change the way of saints for the sake of benefit, why should we come to this extreme western land, wouldn't it be better to learn the way of things early in the Central Plains?"

    A group of Confucian children looked at him coldly, this guy is crazy.

    "I suggest that this person be expelled from Confucianism." The Confucian disciple who adapted the story said.  A large group of Confucian children echoed, no matter how good the way of a sage is, there is no cake.

    "Hey, today I finally know who can teach the way of a saint." The expelled Confucian student sneered, "You are all traitors of Confucius, I will teach another way of a saint, and I will never join you.  "He walked out without looking back.

    There were more than twenty people who followed the expelled person and left, only turned around and sneered a few times.

    "There are only a few people, and you want to start your own business?" The person who adapted the story sneered, and when they developed, he wiped out those few people.

    "A group of traitors." The expelled people sneered, thinking they could survive by pinching people and telling stories?  "We don't know how to tell stories, we don't know how to pinch people, but we know how to farm." He sneered, and the people behind him also sneered.  Those who adapted the story have gone astray, and the best way to establish prestige among the Persian barbarians is to teach the Persians how to farm.

    "Although we don't know how to farm, at least we know more than the Persian barbarians." The expelled people had seen the Persian crops, and they threw seeds casually, and they didn't know how to plant them neatly, let alone weeding.  .

    "As long as we make more harvests in the fields, we will become Wenqu stars supported by everyone!" The expelled person proudly said that reading and writing means that Wenqu stars descended from the sky, destined to be different from ordinary people.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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