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Chapter 33 [Green Hair on Tofu]

Drinking a large bowl of hot wine, Ying Lian put on the golden armor without the help of the guard. It was said that it was the golden armor, but in fact it was the brass armor sewn for him by his wife. Each armor piece was like a protruding bamboo piece, connected with cow tendons to resist arrows ten meters away. I can't remember how many spring and autumn he had accompanied him through, conquering Yiqu and fighting Hexi, and there were scars on the armor leaves. Today I put it on again, facing the famous general Pang Juan, who followed Wu Qi, and fought for the fate of the old Qin State. Ying Lian had to lead the way again and personally storm and stone, just like he had won the palace to kill Wang Zi!

"Your Majesty, you are already sixty years old this year..."

Fan Qiang knelt in front of him, hugging his legs tightly, and burst into tears. He wanted to stop the Lord's adventurous behavior. He fought against Gongshuzhu a few days ago, and the Lord had never worn a golden armor. Is Pang Juan's match?

"Fan Qiang, how old are you this year?"

"When I go back to the emperor, I am fifty-seven years old, and Xiaojun is three years old. When I was a child, I was the emperor who taught Fan Qiang's fencing technique. Have you forgotten it?"

"You are a swordsman genius. Although you are enlightened by me, swordsmanship is still above me. Will you get old at the age of fifty-seven? Can you still fight?"

Looking down at Fan Qiang who was crying, Ying Lian augmented his voice: "Can you still fight?"

"Yes! The subordinates can still fight!"

The one kneeling on the ground suddenly raised his body, Fan Qiang looked straight at Ying Lian, and before the tears were wiped dry, his eyes were filled with shining light. The one from thirty years ago was back.

"Your Majesty, there is still a minister. I have always had a wish, hoping to take the general's head in the army of ten thousand horses. Pang Juan is so famous, and seems to be worthy of the sword in my hand."

Li Di's voice sounded, and before the man entered the military tent, the fierce murderous aura was already coming to his face. Ying Lian laughed: "Okay, let you, my king and minister work together to kill the enemy again, just like twenty years ago!"

He walked out of the military tent, held the drumsticks in his own hands, and beat the "Gao General Drum". The sound of drums like thunder rolled, and Ying Lian's roar resounded throughout the Qin army camp: "Old Qin was in danger, but are there any unafraid patriots? Can they seize the general?"

"Snatch the handsome guy!"

The passionate man roared one after another, leaving the sound and broke his throat. It was extremely unpleasant, but it was the most exciting and exciting symphony; Ying Lian wore golden armor, hail hit his helmet and armor, and broke into ice powder, but did not frown, as if he was a crazy conductor.

In just one fight, Zi'an, a famous Qin general, suffered a great loss in Pang Juan's hands. The 30,000 elite troops lost half of them and had to retreat to Pang Fan. At this time, it was not brave enough to attack again. He was the biggest fool. There was also Pang Juan's army behind him. He said that he was repairing while marching. Who would guarantee that he would not suddenly seize the city?

Gongshuzhuo's 50,000 Wei Wushu had already begun to act. Knowing that the decisive battle with him at this moment, Pang Juan would probably be killed from behind, Ying Lian had no choice but to join forces. If the Wei army was united and Pang Juan's military means, the Qin army would probably collapse completely. They could only gamble. While Pang Juan's 20,000 tigers and wolves were still on the road, they would defeat the army and capture their husband and uncle alive. Then everything would be discussed.

***

When the snare drum was thunder and the sound of capturing the commander resounded throughout the Qin army camp, Bai Dong walked out of the military tent and couldn't sleep anymore. It was too noisy. As historical records show, the old Qin people were going to fight to the death. No wonder, who dared to take it lightly, a ruthless man Pang Juan appeared? Qin Xian Gong is indeed very good at playing drums and shouting. Just by beating a few drums, tens of thousands of Qin soldiers would fight to the death at the same time, but is it really useful?

The old Qin is united... Ying Quliang has not appeared in the past two days. Even the young master, Shaoguan, who likes to be around him, seems to smell something, and hasn't shown up much. He has returned to the front army to be a good baby? It seems that he has listened to his advice. He really took two jars of old wine to find Che Ying to apologize. Che Ying is so generous, otherwise he might have let the scene of "being a thorn in apologize" happen in advance. Bai Dong, who is aware of history, knows that Che Ying is an extremely important figure in the Qin State in the future. Since the young master, Shaoguan, has become a brother, it is his duty to help him prepare for the future.

"Doctor Bai!"

The Qin soldiers who were in charge of guarding the tofu were very dedicated. After all, the Duke Zaodi was too big. He dreamed of being an old Qin man. However, when the generals gathered together, the sound of capturing the generals were heard in the camp. The eyes of these guys were red. Bai Dong guessed that if he didn't come again, they would be able to leave their posts without permission.

"Is the war going to start again? Bai Dong sighed and waved his hand to let the battalion soldiers retreat. After coming down from the battlefield last time, he felt uncomfortable with vomiting and diarrhea for several days. Fortunately, he was taken care of by bitter wine and recovered quickly. Ying Lian came to visit him and specially ordered him not to suffer on the battlefield in the future. This order is in line with Bai Dong's wishes, and he is ready to implement it firmly.

When Bai Dong thought of bitter wine, he suddenly felt a little worried. After thinking about it, he shook his head and laughed. Yam is a wise and mental skill. He only looked at him as he was disappointed that day, but he didn't show any color and then he wanted to pull the bitter wine to leave. He knew that it won't take long to see a "tofu Xishi" in Liyang City? It's so happy to think about it.

Those who are sons should fulfill their filial piety to their parents; those who are friends should fulfill their righteousness to their friends; those who are fathers should fulfill their affection for their calves. These are the most important things in Bai Dong's eyes. As for bloody battles and loyalty to the country? Forget it, he is not a person of this era at all. Even if he has a sense of identity, he is still far from fighting for the old Qin State.

Staying away from danger and protecting yourself is the most correct choice in this era. Bai Dong never thought about changing the overall situation of the world. At least he doesn’t have such thoughts now, and he is too immature...

I was looking for a bright reason for being a coward in my heart and gently uncovered the top layer of straw. Recently, God has given me a lot of face. It has not rained for several days. Every day, there is plenty of rain and warm enough sunshine. The tofu has begun to get moldy. It smells so bad, but why does it smell so good? Looking at the thin layer of green hair on the tofu, Bai Dong smiled with satisfaction, gently lowered it and put it into the exquisite small clay pot prepared in advance.

This pottery jar was given to him as a souvenir before leaving. Bird wine likes to throw the copper coins he saved from squandering food and food. Over the years, I have saved most of the jars. Now I have given my father yam, and the jars are given to Bai Dong. She believes that the friendship between her and Mr. Bai cannot be measured by money...

Bai Dong attaches great importance to this clay pot and washes it very cleanly to hold the moldy green hair on these tofu. He wants to use a bitter wine jar to hold these things that are enough to change his fate, mother and grass.

"You must be happy when you drink bitterly. If you win the old man, you must be shot. This is how history records it. It's not that I am vicious..."
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