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Volume 1: The Border Town of the Empire Chapter 862: Keep the grudge until that day

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    Chapter 862: Let Qiu stay until that day. The common people will not care about it, nor can they see the rapids and undercurrents under the seemingly calm situation in Eastern Xinjiang, nor can they see the disaster that may come tomorrow. They can only see today's situation.  The days are running for today.  It is now the time of spring sowing, and there are not many pedestrians on the official road.  When the farmers working in the fields heard a thunderous sound rolling toward the ground from a distance, they all stood up and looked in the direction of the sound.  They were curious and took the opportunity to straighten up and relax.  The children were playing on the roadside, not yet old enough to notice why their father's bent back looked so strange.  They also didn't understand why their father would hold his waist with his hands when he stood up, panting, and sweating profusely.  When they saw that it was a formidable army coming, the adults in the field began to shout in panic for the children to leave the official road.  Children are like chickens that crawl under their parents' wings when they are in danger, running towards their parents' arms.  It¡¯s been a long time since we¡¯ve seen military movements, so people were a little frightened.  The cavalry that rushed past on the official road were fierce, but the word "Mu" on the big flag at the front made the people breathe a sigh of relief.  They are the troops of Mu Mansion.  This place is not far from the bank of the Yangtze River. You can see the embankment through the village.  A dozen horsemen and horses came from the direction of the Yangtze River to meet the team. The father holding his child in the field proudly told the child that they were called scouts, and they were to explore the way for the large team of people.  The child's eyes are full of admiration. At this age, he still thinks that his father knows everything. If he has any questions, he can get the answer from his father.  The scout leader jumped off his horse, ran a few steps quickly and then knelt down on one knee in front of a general wearing iron armor. Because he was far away, the people didn't know what he was talking about.  Then they saw the armored general reaching forward and pointing forward, and the team set off again.  "Grandpa, I will be that kind of general in the future!" A boy said as he nestled in his father's arms.  "Okay." The father laughed heartily: "My child is ambitious!" I don't know how many fathers have sincerely praised their children like this, and then had to worry about how their children could live a better life in the future a few years later.  Headache.  This is the fact. Being ambitious does not mean you will be successful.  If there are a million fathers who have been proud of their son's words, then perhaps only one of the million fathers can be proud enough to watch his son put on that armor.  The remaining 999,999 fathers either taught their sons to plow the fields step by step, or taught their sons to work step by step, or wiped away tears the moment their sons put on their uniforms,  I pray that my son will not die on the battlefield.  The team quickly passed through the villages and towns, and then rushed westward along the Yangtze River embankment.  After walking for more than ten miles, the team stopped again. Less than 200 meters away from where the team stopped, there was a large ship parked on the riverside. This was the only place within a radius of thirty miles that was suitable for a large ship to park.  This place used to be a very prosperous place for merchant ships to supply supplies. More than ten years ago, the Yangtze River flooded both sides of the river for hundreds of miles, and this place was also destroyed. Who knew that after the water receded, the trestle was exposed again, but there was no damage.  However, because a water village was built near the county town more than fifty miles away, the caravan no longer had ships to choose to anchor here.  "Lonely, there is only one ship."  There are no signs on the ship, and it is impossible to tell which firm it belongs to.  The general in armor waved his hand, and the team immediately split into formation.  He jumped off the horse, raised his clairvoyance to observe carefully, and then gave a few instructions in a low voice. The two hundred knights immediately got off the horse and took out the weapons hidden under the cloaks from behind.  That is a musket, something that many people in the Central Plains have heard of but have never seen.  But Mu Guangling's musketeers seemed to have something even more special.  When it was first formed, Su Yang, the leader of the Penglai Sect, once asserted that this cavalry team was an army that could truly threaten the great practitioners.  Two hundred people, and a team of fifty people moved toward the big ship to outflank it, then stopped dozens of meters away, forming a fan-shaped formation, with their muskets aimed at the ship.  Mu Guangling took off the iron helmet from his head, his face gloomy.  He strode towards the ship, followed by eight generals wearing iron armor and holding spears.  In this cavalry team, only these eight people still use guns instead of firearms.  On the deck of the big ship, Fang Jie was sitting there alone. There was a small table in front of him. On the table was a plate of steaming fish stew. It was the river fish he caught by himself after dawn. He simmered it slowly for more than a month.  ?In the morning, the aroma is fragrant.  He was actually in the mood to go to the shore and ask for two radishes, then cut them into thick slices and put them under the fish to stew together.  In the northwest, people in Fangucheng are used to stewing fish like this.  It's just that they don't have much time to eat fish throughout the year, and the small lake east of Fangu City only has a few months without ice.  Fangu people are used to stewing radish and fish together, calling it fish pickles.  To be honest, after stewing for a long time, the radish really tastes better than fish.  Not only radish, but also very wide vermicelli are stewed together, and sometimes some pork belly is added.  This way of eating must be regarded as alien in Jiangnan during the Sui Dynasty.  Fang Jie picked up a piece of radish and put it into his mouth, feeling the smell of fish.  He glanced sideways at Mu Guangling who was boarding the boat, then reached for the wine bottle and filled the empty glass opposite.  Behind him, Mu Xianjun, who had a broken arm, was sitting on a chair with a vicious look on his face.  When he saw his father, he burst into tears like a child.  ¡°Take the young master back¡± Mu Guangling glanced at Mu Xianjun¡¯s bare right shoulder, and his brows trembled involuntarily.  The armored guards behind quickly stepped forward and helped Mu Xianjun get off the ship.  "I changed my mind temporarily." Fang Jie pointed to the chair opposite: "I originally planned to let my people take the young master to take the first step, but then I thought about it, it's better to return him to you first." Mu Guangling's face dropped.  Si Shui sat down opposite Fang Jie and waved his hand to stop the guard from stepping forward to take action.  "It's very fragrant." Mu Guangling picked up a piece of fish with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, chewing it slowly: "How a person treats food can show his attitude towards himself. Zhen Guogong can cook it slowly and carefully  A fish is naturally more concerned about himself. So I don¡¯t understand more and more why you deliberately target me.¡± ¡°The first thing you did when you came to Dongjiang was to ruin my layout in Beiliao.  There is no pursuit, because after all, you are Wan Yanyong's uncle. I can find a reason for you. You don't want your father-in-law to become your enemy in the future This reason is enough. " "The second thing, you kill him.  Two of my men also sent the heads back to the house for you. I also found a reason for you, because these two people did send them there for you to kill. If they hadn't found them yourself, you would have.  There is no chance to kill them. This reason is enough." "The third thing is that you disabled my son's arm." He looked at Fang Jie: "I didn't help you find a reason for this.  It makes no sense. Even if my son is wrong, it is not wrong in the eyes of the father. The person who hurt him is always the one who is wrong. He lost an arm. If I don't kill the person who lost his arm, then I will be a father.  It's wrong." "That's right." Fang Jie nodded: "That's understandable." "So, I have no reason not to kill you." Mu Guangling put down his chopsticks and looked directly into Fang Jie's eyes.  "I spent a whole morning stewing this fish, and then beat it after I finished eating." Fang Jie picked out a piece of fish fat and put it in his mouth, then took a sip of wine, it was delicious.  ¡­ ¡­ ¡­ ¡­ ¡°These things have nothing to do with you crippling my son¡¯s arm.¡± Mu Guangling looked at Fang Jie and said.  Fang Jie drank the last sip of wine, looked at the remaining half plate of stewed fish and said with some regret, "I thought you would eat some, but I didn't expect that my kindness was wasted." This sentence is a pun.  "The things you told me are not worth an arm of my son." Mu Guangling stood up and took a few steps back: "If Eastern Xinjiang really faces disaster, I would rather give up the invasion of the Central Plains and defend what I should defend.  Every inch of land, I thank you for telling me this, and the 100,000 frontier troops also thank you for warning me in advance. Everyone in the Mu family still knows what is important. I can fight for the world for my son, but I cannot lose it for the sake of the world.  "But it has nothing to do with this battle between you and me." "I never wanted to avoid this battle just because I told you this. If I want to avoid it, I don't have to stop."  There is no need to give your son back to you. Maybe because I gave your son back to you, you think I am showing kindness to you If you think so, you are wrong." Fang Jie also stood up and stretched his body.  : "I gave him back to you because with his cultivation, even if he only has one arm left, he can kill countless enemies on the battlefield in the future, because he can still do things for Dongjiang. If I give him back to you  If he still comes to me, I will kill him directly next time." "Why did you tell me the news about the foreigners?"   Mu Guangling suddenly asked: "If after I lead my troops into the Central Plains, foreigners invade in large numbers, and I lead my troops back to defend in a hurry, I will definitely suffer heavy losses. Isn't this more beneficial to you? You seem to be stupid when you tell me this now.  "A person who sets his sights on the top should not make such a choice." "You are wrong again." Fang explained: "Only those who set their sights on the top know what must be put first."  He rolled up his sleeves, revealing the white lining underneath, which was particularly clean and refreshing.  "Let your people go back, you will inevitably hurt innocent people. Your musketeers are meaningless to me. I got this thing earlier than you. I just learned last night that you have a special musketeers.  , can deal with the great cultivator. And I happened to kill a natural poisonous body before. If his blood is diluted and soaked in ammunition, it should be correct that it can corrode the cultivation of the great cultivator." Fang Jie raised his lips slightly.  When he said this, he felt a little proud.  "I happened to guess this because your son brought that person to kill me, and I happen to be someone who is not afraid of this thing, so you should keep this team to deal with the foreigners. Although there are no practitioners among the foreigners,  But there are some mages who use meteorites to change the vitality of the world." "Why do you know so much?" Mu Guangling asked curiously.  "Who knows." Fang Jie shrugged his shoulders: "Maybe it's because I worry more Come on, I have to rush back after this fight. I not only need to tell you about this, but also tell all the ministries in the Central Plains.  You have to tell the court that no matter how lively the fighting is, you have to take a break, and there is one thing you estimated wrong. Just as you immediately gave up your plan to enter the Central Plains because of the possible invasion of foreigners, there is also something in the Central Plains.  There are many people who are willing to give up their struggle temporarily for this matter. If you don¡¯t believe it, just look at how many people are willing to help you when the foreign army sets foot on the land of Eastern Xinjiang.¡± Fang Jie said slowly:  "Some things can change the position of each other as enemies. I always believe this." Mu Guangling was silent for a while, then shook his head: "There is no need to fight. I can't kill you." He turned back and looked into the distance:  "I will wait until the day I kill all the foreigners to settle this grudge with you." He turned around and strode away: "Fang Jie, let me tell you! The reason why I, Mu Guangling, was able to gain a foothold in Eastern Xinjiang is the reason why I became the Sui Emperor  They are unwilling to replace me, precisely because I know what is important and what is light! Mu Mansion has shed too much blood to guard Eastern Xinjiang. Today, if there is another foreign invasion, the blood of Mu Mansion people will never be shed.  Others are behind me! As long as I don't die, I will come back to you sooner or later! The debt of my son's arm will never be wiped out!" Fang Jie watched the figure go away, clasping his fists.
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