The short sky, the lonely star is not known. The long night came again.The night of the city is still busy.

With the order of the Shule Sui to send Jia Huan out of the army, all the preparations for the city's expedition are being carried out intensively.

The library of Fu Xuan, the lights were hot, Jia Huan was at his desk, writing letters with a wolf pen.A hot tea is cold.

It’s been about 13 years since I came here!His experience in his previous life for more than 30 years is estimated to have 40 or 50 years of experience.However, on the side of the festival, the lives of millions of people, pressed in his heart, how does he feel?

And tomorrow he will lead twenty thousand troops out: the northern attack on the city of Narun, the rider.

In his previous life, he was just a business manager, he knew some management knowledge, and had insights and knowledge beyond the times for hundreds of years, but for the military, limited to talent, he was still a layman.

This is not what he is worried about.He will be relocated from Tomoro.However, the 100-year-old will also lose, and he does not know whether he will win this time.

At this moment, his heart was excited: wounded for Guo Wei's death, worried about the situation in the north court, and the anger of the enemy!

What a sense of powerlessness!

Hearing the ancient filial piety of the city, this person was still bouncing around in the northern court; listening to Yuhua was coveted and trapped in Samarkand; watching the letter Guo Wei was killed, how arrogant the Uzbeks were!

When can we: be hungry and eat hustle and meat, laughing and drinking the blood of the Huns?

At the same time, he has too many ambitions in Schuler that have not been exerted, and too many things have not been launched and promoted.For the sake of the officer, for the benefit of one side.And education!However, time is running out!He is about to go on an expedition!

This complicated, obscure, deadlocked situation, how to sweep?

Jia Huan finished writing letters to Shen Qian and Pang Ze, and before replying to the letter of Governor Qi, he wrote and told his wife Baozhuan, who was far away in Jinling.

He came to this era, on the eve of his journey, he would still remember the beautiful women who had engraved his life.He must return to the Golden Ring alive.They were watching and waiting for him.

"Sister, Guo Wei's affairs, in my heart sigh, will always think of a poem: Tao Li Chunfeng a glass of wine, night rain ten years lamp..."

The handwriting is turned around, and the handwriting is formed.

The maid Xiao Qing came in from the door with the teapot, added water to Jia Huan, added charcoal, and said softly: "Master, it is late at night, you should rest."Tomorrow I'll get up early."

Jia Huan looked at the soft maid and said gently, “Xiao Qing, you go to sleep first.”My letter is not finished yet.”

Sending away the beautiful maid, Jia Huanxin made a decision.

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The morning sun came through the window, and after the light rain, the city was even colder and bone-chilling.

In front of the mirror, Xiao Qing served Jia Huan wearing official clothes, tying his status as a symbol of the jade belt, softly said: "Three master, the luggage is arranged."Give them the money and they’ll carry the wagon.The maid is inconvenient to send out the door, and wishes the third master an early victory and return."

Jia Huan nodded gently, and said to Xiao Qing, “I left a letter for you at the desk.”When I'm gone, you'll open it again."

This made the little one look up.

He smiled, without explaining.Step out of the house.The money was waiting outside the hanging flower door, followed, and went to the house.

He came to the West and served for a year.He didn’t take her idea.Now he was about to leave Scholler, and the master's fate was over.It was not that he felt that Xiao Qing had been a concubine and disliked her.

Intellectually, he couldn’t give her any future.He has too many family.And from the feeling, a beauty who asks for it, has no spirit, for him, the taste is the same as the chewing wax.

In the second hall of Shulefu, all the dozen officials of Shulewu were in, with official clothes, and when he saw Jia Huan coming in, Qi Qi said, "I have seen Jia Huanjun."

Jia Huan reached out and helped, “I will leave Shule, and you may be diligent in the king’s affairs, and each of you will do his duty.”

Shule's military and political daily affairs, he entrusted to the ginseng, Hu Yu, Qin Hongtu.Big things, because he decides.

The people said some blessings and sent Jia Huan out of the house.

Outside the gate of the Fuhu, a hundred close soldiers of Jia Huan were waiting outside the door, Jia Huan stepped on the stirrup, turned over the horse, and arched at the horse's back to the people, "Driving!"

Qian Hu, Hu Xiaoyi, Yang Daeying and others are busy driving horses.

In the eastern section of the main street of Shule City, the 20,000 troops from the barracks are following the horns and drums in a neat queue, stepping out of the clamor and heading to the battlefield.

Jia Huan sent 50,000 troops to the expedition to Toflao.Subsequently, Zhang Sishui was recruited 20,000 recruits.The population of the Shule region is about 2 million.In the case of ten dings, the recruitment of 20,000 more troops is completely within the bounds of the bearable.

Jia Huan's army 20,000 north this time, leaving 5,000 Dunhuang army and 5,000 new recruits guarding all over the place.

The people outside the city of Shule looked at the army that was constantly out of the city, like a creek, and then it converged into a river, and then gathered into the sea.Twenty thousand troops, fiery red cotton clothes, flags reflected the entire grassland.Knives and guns as a forest.

How a man who has not yet castrated blood, when he sees this scene, he will feel that the blood is boiling and full of pride.

The man who conquers the bed can only be called the seed - the horse.A man who conquers the battlefield is called a big husband!

Jia Huan, with his SS gathered to this red sea, waved north!

He rode on the back of the horse, and looked at the autumn yellow-toned Shule, out of the Tianshan Pass.

Throughout the history of the country, how many people, in the sand field, in the wave of great history?But how many will be remembered?Not a big win, not enough to leave a name for the history of the young!Non-winners are not enough to write a history!

He dismissed the maid, and went out with the determination to die and clear the dust.

He won't be back to Scholve!

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On August 18, trekked hundreds of miles, Jia Huan led the army to attack the city of naron.The fire is burning in the area of the town of Broken Leaf!

Three thousand horsemen, vulnerable.Zhang Sishui took down this small town with a new army equipped with a gun.

The slanted sun shone on the low, blue-gray walls.In August, the weather is cold.The northern geese are cut off.

A large number of sudden riders in the Zhenzhu River were shouting, and they were being driven away from their homes by the Zhou army.Jia Huan was in the former general's house in the city, presiding over the clean-up.

Jia Huan will not swell to attack the Fengduk Khan of the broken leaf city with his new army of 20,000 people!

He will be here waiting for Shenqiu to lead the army of Toflao.And guarding the city, it is to clean up the people who ride.Avoid the leaking of false and intelligence.He is not an executioner, he will not kill the city.

Jia Huan was in the lobby, handling the city's government affairs, a small man under Liu Yishi came with a businessman and played: "Mao Jun, this sudden merchant claims to be a friend of the leader of the Guo family merchant."

"Take him in."

Jia Huan sat behind the book and looked at an elderly person who had been brought in.A short stature, a large waist.With a leather hat.

“Do you know Mr. Kwok?”

“I have seen Mr. Jacqueline!”Kharchenko said, “Yes.Brother Guo was killed by the Uzbeks in the thirsty city, and I am deeply saddened.I can also understand the mood of Jia Yunjun, but this land in Narun City is our sudden rider, and Jia Yunjun can't drive us away from home.This is not the work of the Beneficent.”

“Your own?”A cold glance at Jia Huan, asking.