It's afternoon, near dusk.

There is a small hill about twenty miles outside the Nanjun camp near the plain, with trees covered with shade. Green fruits swaying on the branches. A gust of wind blows, and there is a sweet aroma of melons and fruits.

The climate in Qilu has been a bit dry recently. Hiding in the shade of the forest, setting up a table, a pot of fine wine, and drinking it by yourself is also a good thing.

The literati and poets from Qilu that year liked to play this game the most.

Unfortunately, now, wars have been plagued for years, and corpses are everywhere. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it has a few evil spirits. Even the most slutty literati have to leave this land they love with tears in their eyes.

This is the stage for soldiers and military strategists.

Zhang Chu, the national master of the Seven-Secret, was wearing a black robe, a white robe, a jade pendant hanging on his belt, and a string of crystal bracelets on his wrist. It was a birthday gift given to him by the little king.

It is barely a testimony to the relationship between the two.

After not seeing each other for many days, Zhang Chu also had a beard. The chances of the green beard on his chin were repaired very well. In addition, the beard under his nose made him look much more calm.

He was in the position of the national army and was in charge of the military affairs of the northern countries. With the order, tens of thousands of troops were dispatched to follow him.

The so-called life and death of a person, majesty comes naturally.

Sitting in this position for a while also made Zhang Chu feel a little bit arrogant as a minister of the state. However, after looking closely, his lips were a little chapped and his cheeks were very dry.

It seems to be a little angry.

But these are all minor issues.

With the power of the holy fire, the force of the State Master Zhang Chu has increased day by day. He has not fought with others for a long time, but when he is practicing true energy, his breath becomes more and more restrained and deep, as if he is facing a dark abyss.

Even You Wuming, who has the closest relationship with Zhang Chu, is hard to guess what level Zhang Chu’s martial arts have reached now.

"Um"

After kneeling on the table, Zhang Chu put the crystal bracelet on the table, picked up the wine glass and shook it twice? Drinking the wine in one go? The sweet wine moistened the thirsty throat? It made him make a pleasant nasal sound.

"The road to the sea is about 1,500 miles long, and I am longer than boats and boats outside the sea. Calculate the time? They should have arrived at this time."

The national teacher wiped his lips? He thought to himself:

"The Japanese who landed in Dongyingkou came strangely? But they came very well. One of the navy in the South was destroyed, and the rest were returning from the coast of Liaodong to Qilu.

There must be a battle between the two? No matter who loses and who wins? It is a great thing for me.

Without the navy returning to cruise, would the ‘weeds’ on the southeastern sea be so easy to be discovered? This is a geographical advantage.”

He narrowed his eyes and looked at a small team of more than a dozen cavalry not far away, and the horses were running in a hurry. They were coming to their own side in a charge.

Several masters of the witch sect who were defending the national sect immediately wanted to come forward to protect, but Zhang Chu extended his hand and stopped him.

He knew exactly who the person was here and how he was doing. In fact, it was the invitation he sent to ask them to come here for a secret talk.

"If you want to win steadily in any military affairs, you must be able to win in this right time, place, and people are indispensable. I already have the right place. If you are harmonious with people in this right time, you will fall on the veteran in front of you."

Zhang Chu pursed his chapped lips, and a gentler smile appeared on his face.

The dozen riders were running faster and faster, less than a mile in front of Zhang Chu, but they had no intention of slowing down at all. The old man in the lead was not wearing armor, but he held a long knife on his waist and pulled the reins, so he couldn't see clearly his expression.

The war horses are still running.

The distance is getting closer.

A trace of the smile on Zhang Chu's face dissipated, and his hands were slightly opened under the table. The black robe was windless and the internal strength of the true energy had been lifted, and an attack could be launched at any time.

But he did not take action.

Still waiting.

"Understanding"

Less than a hundred steps away from the hills, the reins of the galloping horse were tightened. The BMW horse felt the will of the rider and took a few steps forward, raised its hooves, and removed the kinetic energy from its body.

Amid the neighing of the war horses, dust was flying here, and the gloomy old man threw the whip to the adjutant behind him and jumped off the horse.

At this time, Weihou was like a sulking old man, carrying his hands on his back, quickly walked up the hills, standing in front of the table, looking at Zhang Chu who was smiling in front of him.

Anger surged in his heart, but it was quickly suppressed.

The old man snorted and said:

"Why don't the national master find a messenger? He sent a dull man and asked him about it. Three sticks can't beat a single fart, and the answer was in vague.

If I hadn't known that the little kid was your Zhang Chu's confidant, I would have thought that you had sent him on purpose to anger me to death."

"Wihou, come and have a drink to moisten your throat."

Zhang Chu laughed, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the wine pot, and poured a glass of wine into the white jade wine glass in front of him.

He made an invitation gesture, Zhao Lian glanced at him and waved to him. The fully armed soldiers of the Southern Army, as well as several martial arts masters who guarded Zhao Lian, immediately withdrew several feet.

This is a secret discussion.

Zhang Chu also waved his hand, and the master Tongwu and several deputy generals behind him also retreated into the forest behind him.

After Weihou sat cross-legged on the desk, he picked up the wine glass in front of him, not afraid of Zhang Chu's poisoning, so he raised his head and drank the glass of wine, which was very proud.

"Wu Ming is really not good at speaking."

Zhang Chu explained:

"But he is straight-hearted and has no mind. He always tries to do his best in what I have told him, but he will not cause any trouble. He will completely convey what I said to Weihou without any of his own thoughts.

Isn’t this the best messenger?”

Weihou put down his wine glass and twisted his white beard, he said:

"So, what the kid said is your true thought?"

"right."

Zhang Lan nodded.

His weird two-colored pupils blinked, and he said seriously:

"Wuhou Wei can withdraw his troops from the plains with confidence and return to Qilu to stop the Japanese outsiders who landed in Middle-earth two days ago and harmed the people. There is no need to worry that our dynasty will interfere.

In fact, it is not difficult to see with the military veterans who are old in the battle formation, the vanguard of our dynasty has almost retreated in these days.

The Marquis led his troops to besiege Yanjing. Although he received the help of his national army to free the country from the disaster, both sides suffered heavy losses. At this time, the confrontation on this plain was meaningless except for consuming national strength.

This is a meaningless thing, so let’s not do it, okay?”

"You said it nicely."

Weihou shook his head and said:

“But I don’t believe it.

The first truth I learned when I first entered the army was that I would never be tired of deceitful soldiers. Judging from the things you Zhang Chu did in the world a few years ago, you are indeed capable of consecrating the country and can be called a good talent.

But I like to be clever."

"Oh, who is not as young and energetic as ever?"

Zhang Chu waved his hand awkwardly.

He said:

"The things I did in the past were all due to my youthful spirit. Now that I have been beaten up many times, I naturally know that if I can't achieve great things when I use some cleverness, I will trust me this time."

He pointed to the direction of the Northern Army's position and said:

"Just as you and I were talking, the vanguard of my northern demon soldiers was already packing up his baggage and wanted to retreat to Hengshui. If the Marquis of Handan did not believe it, he would send a horse to see it. The truth would naturally be revealed."

Speaking of this, Zhang Chu sighed.

He closed his eyes slightly and said with a little sincerity:

"Since I took office as the National Army of the Northern Kingdom, I realized that although the northern army peak was strong, the barbarians of Liaodong were indeed not good at governing the country, and our country's national strength had been exhausted in the years of war.

The national treasury was empty and the court was in turmoil. Weihou led his troops to attack Yanjing, which shocked the people in the country and the war was everywhere. After the withdrawal of troops, suppressing the riots, restoring national strength, and resting were the top priority.

The king of our country also agrees deeply. At a young age, he wants to work hard to govern. As a national teacher, I naturally have to do my best to help him.

Let’s put the matter of the battle aside for the time being.”

He opened his eyes, looked at Weihou with disbelief and said:

"As far as I know, the situation in the southern country is not optimistic. Your king, these days, seems to be addicted to seeking immortals and asking for the way, which has caused chaos in Lin'an City.

I am sorry, Weihou.

You are the pillar of the country and the Zhao family. After the death of the King of Huainan, you are better off thinking about how to conquer our country's dynasty, and you should spend more time leading your king to the right path.

I don’t want to deceive Weihou and say that the two countries will stop the army.

The war must be fought. The southern and northern countries are destined to be one of them to annex the world and establish the achievements of inheritance for generations, but this war cannot be fought now."

Zhang Chu poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all in one go. He said:

"The two countries are now weak. If they fight each other, they will have their own troubles. If they continue to fight like this, they will probably be cheaper to peek at the cunning fox. I don't want the fisherman to benefit.

I think that Marquis Wei is not willing to see Mongolia enter the pass in the future, the barbarians will benefit, and the wolf-like ambitions of the foreign Japanese.

Before the other two sides moved, they were the first to jump out and want to occupy the land of Middle-earth."
To be continued...