Chapter 58: The Power of Change
Compared to Qian's situation, Zhamuhe's was even more miserable. The most painful thing in the world is to watch one's children fall down one by one, and Zhamuhe was going through this kind of pain.
He couldn't understand why the children, who used to be so full of life and energy, had become weaker than one another. Even though they had slaughtered a horse to eat its meat, and had drunk bowl after bowl of hot horse blood, it was still impossible for the children to recover their strength.
Growing under the blue sky and galloping on the grassland, Zhamuhebi was indeed one step behind the powerful ministers of the Ji Zhou Kingdom in terms of cunning. After returning to the grassland, he couldn't figure out the key point, but instead attributed the children's weakness to a disease caused by unaccustomed water and soil. It wasn't until Qian Buli came up with a similar trick several years later that Zhamuhebi suddenly realized.
However, chronic poison is not that easy to prepare. Even in modern society, with the help of modern medicine, chronic poison will lose its killing power after the patient stops taking it, and at most can only make the patient weak for a period of time. The heterodox medical skills that Qian Buding has learned are naturally incomparable to modern medicine, and the power of chronic poison is very limited.
Zhamuhe, Zhalan and Chahar, some physically strong generals and soldiers, all stood up to Snowy City. Zhamuhe's guards had less than 200 people left. The temperament of these two hundred people has changed a lot compared to when they first arrived in Snowy City. Originally, there was a fierce and cruel light flashing in their eyes, but now it has become a kind of indifference, an indifference that would not change even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of them. If you die, you die, panic and fear are unnecessary.
The city gate of Xueyuan City was wide open, and inside was an empty city. A group of people silently entered from the south gate and exited from the north gate. Their greedy hearts had been worn away by their cruel experiences. No one wanted to search for valuables; what they wanted was to closely follow behind Zha Muhe's horse.
"Big brother, where are we going?" Zhan Han asked in a low voice. This reckless and impulsive man had changed into a different person after San Kui's death, with a few more hints of stability on his face. He had learned to suppress all his hatred deep within his heart.
"If I'm not mistaken, the pursuers behind us will be here soon." Jamukha hesitated for a moment: "We'll go from Sheshenya Cliff."
"Shě shēn yá?" Zhān hǎn rěn bù zhù dào xī yī kǒu lěng qì.
Translation: "Life-risking Cliff?" Zhan Han couldn't help but take a cold breath.
"There's only one place nearby where people can hide, the Snowy Plains Gold Mine. The people of Snowy Plains City must have hidden there. However, if we go to the gold mine first and use those inferior people's blood to offer sacrifices to our fallen soldiers... it will take at least two more days. We can't afford to take any more risks." Zhamuhe said slowly: "Now that I think about it, their invitation for us to cooperate was just a huge conspiracy. Unfortunately... we were too greedy!"
"Big brother, you're talking about the people of Liancheng..."
"Greedy, that's our biggest weakness! If we still want to go find that money and avenge ourselves, we need to change our greedy habits. Otherwise, we'll fall into his trap again! That person... is really too scary!"
"I understand, big brother." The flames of hatred in Jian Han's eyes flashed and disappeared.
Jamuqa looked back at the Snowy City, a city that brought him great humiliation. However, unlike Kheshig, Jamuqa's eyes did not hold hatred, only anticipation. He believed in getting back up from where he fell, and this was his creed!
"Failure has also brought me a lot of enlightenment... Money doesn't leave!" Zhamuhe took one last look at Snowy City, then mounted his warhorse: "To Sheshen Cliff!"
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Just as Zhamuhe was feeling sentimental, Qian Budiao was also feeling sentimental towards his own team. For an army, the commander is the brain, the scout is the eyes, the general is the hands and feet and weapons, and the old soldier is the skeleton of the army!
Veteran is a very cruel word. Every veteran is a lucky survivor who has gone through the storm of blood and fire, but no one dares to guarantee that luck will be brought to the next time.
Veterans are bought with the blood of countless comrades, one after another's tragic death, giving veterans one after another enlightenment, making them more cunning and better at fighting!
When he swept through the State of Zhou with this army, how many of these three thousand men would be left? Three hundred? Qian Buli sighed deeply, his soldiers admired him, but he had to send them to their deaths, and Qian Buli couldn't help but feel a sharp pain, but war was inevitable!
Wisdom can make people insightful, yet it also makes them see the underlying contradictions and helplessness. This is life's joke on one's outlook on life. Suddenly, I recall a saying: Fools have good fortune! The burden that wise men carry is indeed too heavy.
Money can't be separated from the brain, this kind of tragic and sympathetic sentiment cannot appear in war! I remember my grandfather said many times: "Mercy does not control the army!" In the Liberation War, countless brutal battles took place, one division was wiped out and another had to be added, one column was wiped out and another had to be pulled up. Life was just a number for those sitting in the command center controlling the overall situation, they were all desperately using their own numbers to exchange for more enemy numbers, everything was for victory! Because only winners have the right to change history!
"What are you looking at?" Ji Sheng's light and gentle voice came from behind, interrupting Qian Buli's thoughts.
Qian Buli let out a sigh and shrank back into the carriage, reaching out to grab Ji Shengqing's small hand. Ji Shengqing's expression didn't change, but she shifted her gaze to one side. Every day, she had to be taken advantage of by Qian Buli several times, and she had already gotten used to it, no longer blushing or feeling flustered like before.
Money doesn't leave one side to play with Ji Sheng's small hand, while thinking on the other side, he has too many things to consider, and leisure has become a luxury for him.
He had already sent several of Jia Tianxiang's trusted men with a letter from Jia Tianxiang to contact Zheng Shuo, asking him to send troops to take over the defense of Xueyuan City and have those trusted men take charge of the Xueyuan gold mine. Jia Tianxiang had been in Xueyuan City for twenty years and knew the output of the Xueyuan gold mine by heart, so he was not afraid that his trusted men would be tempted by wealth and secretly hoard gold.
As for He Qiong, there's no need to worry about him, that old fox knows how to take care of himself. What's left is the legendary poor Fuzhou, can it bring surprises? Qian Buli's thoughts flew to distant Fuzhou...
(I didn't expect that there were still friends helping me think of a name, I'm touched..... Yesterday's update couldn't be guaranteed, sorry. Friends in the group all know, that day after drinking caused some trouble, was scolded by someone until my head was bleeding, and escaped with my life..........)
