Just then, Xi Yu couldn't help but look at the old man carefully, and the more he looked, the more familiar he felt.

He suddenly remembered someone and asked tentatively: "Is your son named Wang Hu?"

The old man was stunned at first, then widened his eyes and looked surprised.

"Do you know my son?"

Xi Yu thought to himself that he seemed to be well expected, so he then described Wang Hu's general appearance and figure in detail, and each feature coincided with the old man's son.

The old man became more and more excited and nodded repeatedly: "That's my son! Guest, how did you meet him?"

"I've seen your son." Xi Yu was straight to the point, his voice calm and powerful.

In this quiet shop, you will be like a stone thrown into a deep pool.

The old man's hand shook violently, his lips trembled, and it took him a while to find his voice.

"How is he...he?" the old man asked anxiously, and walked around the counter a few steps, grabbed Xi Yu's arm tightly with both hands. The strength in his hand was completely different from what his old bone should have.

"It's safe at the moment." Xi Yu looked straight into the old man's eyes, his eyes firm, with a reassuring power. "Don't close the store. This store is a thought. When I finish the business, I will come back to find you. Then we will go to see Wang Hu together."

Tears flashed in the old man's eyes. It was the product of the interweaving of fear, worry and hope for many days.

His lips were stammering, wanting to say something to thank him, but his throat was choked by his emotions. He could only hold Xi Yu's hand hard and shake it again and again, as if he wanted to convey all his gratitude through the temperature of his palm.

Xi Yu comforted, "Don't worry, I will do what I promised. Uncle, I haven't asked your name yet, I wonder if I can tell you?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then reacted and quickly said, "Look at my memory, my name is Wang Chuande."

"Wang Chuande...Okay, Uncle Wang, I remember it."

Xi Yu nodded, revealing a hint of firmness in his eyes.

"You must wait for me here, I will definitely come back. Then we will go to see Wang Hu together, and your son will definitely look forward to this day."

Wang Chuande nodded excitedly, and said in a trembling voice: "Okay, okay, I will definitely wait for you, child, don't worry about doing your business, I won't go anywhere."

"Uncle, take care of yourself, please wait for me." After that, Xi Yu turned around and left, his steps firm and powerful, and soon disappeared at the end of the street.

Wang Chuande stood at the door of the store, looking at the direction where Xi Yu was leaving.

"Young man, stay!" Wang Chuande suddenly shouted.

Xi Yu stopped hearing the sound, turned around and took the horse back, and said respectfully: "Brother Wang, what's the matter with calling me?"

Wang Chuande frowned and moved his eyes from Xi Yu's bag to his face.

"Where are you going?"

Xi Yu pursed his lips and admitted frankly.

"Brother Wang, I'll tell you, I heard that there is a herb in the extremely cold place... I want to try my luck and find some back."

When Wang Chuande heard this, his eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

"What? The extremely cold place! Do you know how dangerous that person is, the one who goes there will be a life-threatening death! Why are you, a young man so impulsive?"

Xi Yu patted the horse's neck with his eyes firm.

"Brother Wang, I know the danger, but the epidemic is not waiting for anyone. It's better than waiting."

“When will you get it?”

Xi Yu felt a little hot, his eyes were slightly red, but he still pretended to be calm: "Bo Wang, I have been going high and far away, so I really can't give you a certain day. It's as short as twenty or thirty days, and maybe two or three months. You are always taking care of yourself."

After saying that, Xi Yu bowed to Wang Chuandeshen and turned his horse on his back.

Wang Chuande stood there, watching Xi Yu gradually drift away, and kept muttering "You must be safe" until the figure completely disappeared.

Xi Yu rode a horse and galloped on the deserted road, and his figure seemed lonely and small in the vast world.

He was determined to arrive in the extremely cold place as soon as possible to find herbs and complete this difficult task, and then came back to take Wang Chuande to Youzhou to see his son Wang Hu.

Maybe the secret passage leading there is, I wonder how Liu Xiaoyu and others inquired about it?

On the edge of the desert of the Kingdom of Rest, the sun is scorching like fire and the yellow sand is everywhere.

Shi Dami and Armas stood on the high platform of the school grounds, looking at the black armored soldiers below the stage, their original concerns were wiped out.

When they were preparing for the training, they thought that the soldiers would complain if they would repeat the boring training in this place all day long.

After all, there is no freshness of going on a long journey and has to be baptized by wind and sand every day. If it were ordinary people, they would have been unable to bear their temperament.

But at this moment, what is presented to you is another hot scene.

The soldiers were not only tired, but were all enthusiastic.

Hearing that he was about to attack the Han Kingdom, most people's eyes were flashing with excitement, and their faces turned red due to excitement.

"General, brothers, I heard that I was going to attack the Han Kingdom, and I was full of energy!" A young school came to report with joy.

Shi Dami nodded slightly, glanced over everyone with a little praise, and said, "I thought that everyone would be lazy when they were training troops on the spot, but I underestimated you."

Armas also showed relief.

"Yes, it can be seen that the brothers are eager to make contributions. With such morale, why worry about not being able to win!"

In the team, a veteran shouted at the top of his voice: "General, we have been practicing here for so long, and we have been waiting for this day! After defeating the big man, we will enjoy endless wealth and honor in the future. How can brothers not be excited?"

In an instant, the shouts were thunderous, and the soldiers responded one after another, and the passionate shouts echoed, as if they were about to break through the wind and sand in the sky.

Sardim and Armas smiled at each other, and saw the determination to win in each other's eyes.

It seems that this battle with the Han Kingdom will soon begin in this sand field, and these passionate soldiers are destined to leave their great reputation in the long river of history.

After a while, he came to the tent of the sand and stone camp, and he was walking alone, frowning.

Outside, the shouts of soldiers and the sound of weapons colliding were intertwined, demonstrating high morale, but this warm scene could not melt the worry in his heart.

The soldiers were full of hope to invade the Han Dynasty and make achievements, but he was the only one who looked forward and thoughts.

Yes, morale is available. Now this enthusiasm can drive the soldiers to charge into battle, leaving them without fearing the scorching sun, wind and swords and shadows on the battlefield.

But in war, how can one decide the world with just one passion?

The Han Dynasty had a vast territory, abundant food and grass, and many soldiers and generals. It has been defending the territory for many years and the city walls are as solid as rocks. Which place is not an insurmountable natural barrier?

In contrast, although the soldiers in Anxu Kingdom were full of fighting spirit, can the preparation of troops and materials really support a protracted war? Can tactical strategies compete with the Han's think tank?

Hesheli raised his hand and rubbed his temples, and secretly woke up in his heart: These despicable words cannot be revealed in the tent.

Now that morale is in full swing, once cold water is poured, the morale of the army will be in chaos, and the battle will be lost half before it starts.

But if you are blindly optimistic and the army is in a difficult situation but are incompetent to deal with it, how can you do it?

He slowly stood in front of the map, staring at the territory of the Han Kingdom, trying to find flaws from the mountains, rivers and the city layout, and unconsciously tapped the tabletop, each of which seemed to hit the tight heartstrings.

The victory or defeat of this war is suspended at the balance of morale and strength, and he must add weight to his side in the dark and turn the world quietly.

The next day, in the magnificent palace of the Rest Kingdom, in the magnificent reception hall.

King Hesheri sat upright on the throne inlaid with gems, and stood tall guards on both sides.

Their armor shone with a cold light in the candlelight.

At this time, two generals, Stalmi and Armas, quickly walked into the hall, respectfully knelt on one knee in front of the throne, holding their fists and saluting: "Your Majesty!"

Hesheli leaned forward slightly, and his eyes revealed concern and expectation.

"Two, what's wrong with me?"

Shi Dami spoke first, his voice loud and passionate: "Your Majesty, yesterday we were patrolling the barracks, I came to report to you that the morale of the soldiers has been extremely high!"
Chapter completed!