Chapter 3 The second chapter is naturally the frequency of war drums

When Zhuo Wangsun walked in, Yang Yizhi was sitting under the peach blossom tree. Peach blossoms fall on the white clothes, like a cuckoo weeping blood, leaving shallow and deep marks. In front of Yang Yizhi was a volume of chess records, a game of remnants of chess, with a few chess pieces in his hand, thinking about it.Peach blossoms were blown by the breeze and danced around him, his slender eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.In the bright sunlight, his whole body seemed to be illuminated transparently, blending with the surrounding green hills, clear water, flowers and trees, and Luohong, without distinguishing them from each other.

The white clouds are the clothes, and the breeze is the adornment. Zhuo Wangsun sat down slowly in front of him. Between the two, there is a table of broken chess pieces. Yang Yizhi raised his eyebrows, wanting to greet Zhuo Wangsun.But Zhuo Wangsun's figure remained motionless, his eyes were fixed on the chess game.He picked up a sunspot and placed it on Tianyuan's place. The black chess that had been in a deadlock immediately seemed to be connected end to end like a giant dragon, bursting out with vitality, raising its head and speeding up, as if it was going to break the chess game.

Zhuo Wangsun raised his head and looked at Yang Yizhi leisurely.Yang Yizhi's eyes still fell on the chess game. The black and white chess pieces are mixed together.Is it the common people who fight in the melee, or love? He sat down slowly. He knew that when Zhuo Wangsun sat down, the game of chess had already started, and he could not escape. He picked up a white piece and placed it in the lower left corner.This chess piece is gentle and gentle, without any murderous intent.After the chess piece is placed, the white pieces below seem to form a piece of water. Although the dragon is fast, it cannot fly across the sea.

Zhuo Wangsun picked up another son and put it down.The peach blossoms were flying, and the two were silent, talking quietly. The chess game gradually became fuller, and the speed at which the two played chess became slower and slower. From the top left to the bottom right, the situation is basically clear, Zhuo Wangsun and Yang Yizhi each occupy one side, and their skills know the enemy well.The upper right side has barely made a move, but the lower left side is killing fiercely. No matter who makes a wrong move, they will be completely passive. Zhuo Wangsun held a son and was about to drop it.Suddenly, the breeze blew a peach blossom, which slowly drifted past his eyes.A feeling of melancholy suddenly felt in his heart, and he couldn't stop playing.

The peach blossoms are slowly falling and are landing on the chessboard. Zhuo Wangsun couldn't help being moved.He pondered, and slowly put the chess piece back.Yang Yizhi waited for a long time, but he didn't see his son, so he couldn't help being surprised and said: "Brother Zhuo, why don't you make a son?" Zhuo Wangsun smiled: "I've already fallen." He stretched out his fingers: "It's this peach blossom." The pale red petals floated on the cyan stone floor, as weak as a touch of rouge.Yang Yizhi also couldn't help being moved.

If this is Zhuo Wangsun's move, then Zhuo Wangsun will be completely passive in the bottom left game. This chess piece completely disrupted Zhuo Wangsun's situation. Yang Yizhi said: "How can a peach blossom count as chess?" As he said, he stretched out his sleeve to brush away the peach blossom.He would rather not win an easy victory. Zhuo Wangsun said indifferently: "What if it is what I want?" Yang Yi was startled. Zhuo Wangsun suddenly raised his eyes and stared at him.His eyes are as deep as the sea. At that moment, Yang Yizhi suddenly understood what he meant.

This chess game is his and his world.What they are fighting for is thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and all living beings, but it may just be a piece of bright red. That piece of bright red lay quietly on the chessboard, thin, sad, and with fresh dew.And after that, it was Zhuo Wangsun's chill. Don't budge. It was the arrogant smile of a king sitting on the throne, facing his enemy coldly. Yang Yizhi's gaze fell slowly and landed on the chessboard.Suddenly there was an unbearable heat in his chest. That being the case, why should he give in? He dropped a son calmly, leaning against the side of the peach blossom.The white chess pieces, set off against the bright red peach blossoms, are eye-catching and beautiful.It seemed to be companionship, but it also seemed to be a decisive quarrel, but it separated the black dragon and the peach blossom in two.

Zhuo Wangsun smiled faintly, and placed a sunspot on the upper right.Yang Yizhi was slightly taken aback.This piece looks useless, the upper right is almost empty, what can a piece do?But Zuo Xia is at the most intense time, especially the peach blossom, which can be said to be the key to the decisive battle between the two.Although Zhuo Wangsun is in decline, if he fights with all his strength, he can slowly revive.Although Yang Yizhi has an advantage, if he is not careful, not only will he lose power, but the whole piece will be eaten. Why did Zhuo Wangsun settle in an irrelevant place? Yang Yizhi almost couldn't help but want to lay another son on the other side of the peach blossom, so that, like an arm, he completely embraced the peach blossom.Zhuo Wangsun will no longer be able to compete with him.

But at that moment, he suddenly froze. He saw Zhuo Wangsun's intentions. The one on the upper right, although it seems casual, has the intention of annexing the world.If Yang Yizhi makes another move next to Peach Blossom, Zhuo Wangsun will get the upper hand. As long as he makes another move on the upper right, the upper left and lower right can be connected into one piece, which will not only annex Yang Yizhi's advantage in the lower right, but also sweep the entire chess game , and achieved a decisive victory. If he clings to peach blossoms again, he will lose completely. Fortunately, he has seen Zhuo Wangsun's layout at this time, so he can fight with Zhuo Wangsun on the upper right.But in this way, he would no longer have time to leave the child next to Peach Blossom.

This is so difficult for Yang Yizhi. He could hardly bear to drop that one.Is victory or defeat, the world, really that important? However, if the overall situation is lost, what is the point of a temporary hug? However, if the overall situation is taken into account, even temporary hugs will not be possible. For the rest of my life, I will only be able to watch her from a distance and pass her by. What a pain that is, not even a total victory can match. Yang Yizhi's outstretched fingers couldn't help trembling slightly. That's his magic. Zhuo Wangsun stared at him and slowly smiled.He raised his hand, and a peach blossom slowly fell from his fingertips.He gently placed peach blossoms on the chess board.

upper right.It was exactly where Yang Yizhi wanted to put it. Yang Yi was shocked. He also has a chess piece made of bright red.No more begging, no more catering.She was right where he wanted her, gentle and considerate.This surprise came so fast that he couldn't help but feel a little confused.Because he never thought that he could also use Yan Hong as a chess piece, and he could land wherever he wanted her. Zhuo Wangsun said indifferently: "This is yours." Yang Yi was startled and couldn't help looking up at him.Zhuo Wangsun's eyes are like a starry sky, there are too many rays of light in it, no one can understand. What did he mean? Both he and he knew what this bright red coin meant.Never give it away. This bright red has its own will, and no one can override it.Although she looks weak, no one can change her will.He will only gradually change his original intention under her tenderness. So, what does Zhuo Wangsun's words mean? Yang Yizhi's heart suddenly tightened. Zhuo Wangsun stood up. Just now he was so obsessed with this game of chess, but now, he doesn't care.It seems that what he paid attention to at the beginning was not the outcome of the chess game. Yang Yizhi also stood up slowly. The chess pieces on the stone flat suddenly turned into powder, blown by the wind, and fluttered into the air.On the chess game, only the two peach blossoms remained. Zhuo Wangsun leaned over and picked up a piece.The petals were held by him on his slender fingers, penetrated by the sunlight, as if they were transparent.The wind blows, and the petals float in the air, flying very high all at once. Yang Yizhi couldn't help raising his head and looked into the sky. He didn't know whether what he saw was flowers or sunlight, but he felt so dazzling that he could barely open his eyes. Zhuo Wangsun turned around and walked out. "Follow me to Goryeo." Yang Yi was startled. "why?" Zhuo Wangsun smiled calmly. "Because, without you and me, there is no world." Zhuo Wangsun turned around and walked into the sunlight. The wind suddenly calmed down.The petals of peach blossoms fluttered down and landed in Yang Yizhi's palm. If you don't see such a large piece of Jindalai flowers, you don't know that you have come to Korea. The landscape is the same, this foreign country does not have too many characteristics, it has been assimilated by the Central Empire for a long time, no matter what you wear?The food, architecture, and customs all bear the obvious imprint of the Central Empire.If you come from the Liaodong area, this feeling will be more obvious, and you may not even realize that you have already crossed the Yalu River and entered Koryo for a long way. If not Jindalai flowers. The bright red Jindalai flowers all over the mountains and plains are the symbol of this country.In early spring, the ground is covered with this humble and ordinary flower.Birds fly by, cows and horses pass by, and crowds trample on them, they are still brilliant and scorching.At this time, no one will feel that they are cheap and ordinary. Like the history of bullying in this country. Xiangsi rode a rouge horse and walked in the middle of the team.The team was clearly divided into three parts. On the left are the heroes of the righteous way of martial arts, Shaolin, Wudang, E? , Kongtong, Iron Sword and other sect disciples?Almost all set off.They had already fought together in the battle of the Japanese pirates in the South China Sea, and they cooperated very well with each other.The military discipline is also very strict, forming an array of Arhats and Zhenwu swords, walking in an orderly manner.A black flag with a flying tiger painted on it is waving in front of the army, symbolizing their bugle—the Flying Tiger Army.Their armor is all black and looks majestic. On the right is the disciple of Huayin Pavilion.Their team is relatively loose.There were hundreds of large carts in the team, and dozens of large boxes were piled high on each cart, all of which were locked with iron locks. It was unknown what was in the boxes.Although their team was loose, there was a certain pattern, they were coherent together, they took turns to guard, rest, and take care of each other.The blue armor on their bodies is decorated with the pattern of Qianlong, which forms a sharp contrast with the Flying Tiger Army. Although there was no conflict between these two teams, there seemed to be a surging undercurrent behind the scenes, and no one was convinced by the other.compete with each other.Zhuo Wangsun and Yang Yizhi rode two fine horses and walked in front of the two teams.Although they have been discussing the military situation and talking and laughing at Yanyan, Xiangsi always feels that they are getting more and more separated. Maybe it's all because of her.Acacia sighed softly. Behind the two teams is the regular army sent by the Ming Dynasty.After the rebellion of King Wuyue, the military strength of the Ming Dynasty declined greatly, and only more than 20,000 reinforcements were sent this time.It was led by General Li Rusong, followed by Zhuo Wangsun and Yang Yizhi.This army is dressed in red armor, decorated with Suzaku feathers.Suzaku army. They walked across fields full of jindalai flowers. Suddenly, the procession stopped. Xiangsi rode forward, and saw a group of people kneeling beside the road.They were old and young, all holding baskets in their hands and wearing bonuses, looking expectantly at the group of people. An old man in his eighties slowly came out on his knees, and lifted the basket in his hand to Zhuo Wangsun's horse. "The villain, old man Pu, leads the people of Pujia Town to welcome the soldiers of tomorrow to wipe out the Japanese bandits. Please rest for a while to clean up the dust." In the basket in his hand are homemade pasta, wine and meat.They all made red dots with red pens, and there was a big red flower on the basket.His looking up face was full of hope and joy. Xiangsi's nose was sore, she seemed to see the people in the deserted city from this old man.She could fully understand why the old man was so happy. If the people in the deserted city could see such a rescue army, what would they do?Acacia turned around quietly, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes. The people in the deserted city did not wait for reinforcements, but the people in Goryeo did.She should be happy for them.This expedition is the happiest thing for her.Countless times, in the prison of the city in the center of the earth, in the tent of the king of the grassland, she fantasized that if the king in green clothes could lead his troops, then her suffering, and their suffering, would all be destroyed. Disintegrated in an instant. Today, she finally followed the king in Tsing Yi and led the army to save the suffering in the world.Her dream has finally come true.Although he didn't look at her along the way, he just listened to the scouts' reports, scouted the terrain, and studied the military situation, but she felt very happy. Because she knew that what she had hoped for had turned into reality.What else is she asking for? Zhuo Wangsun said indifferently: "No need." The old man Pu knelt down and kowtowed: "My lord, please rest and eat. The villain heard that an army of Japanese bandits is coming to Pu's town. The heavenly soldiers are full and ready to fight." Zhuo Wangsun said indifferently: "No need." Old man Pu looked at the brocade clothes Zhuo Wangsun was wearing, and at the poor food in the basket, as if he understood something.Oh, and stood up. "The villain will lead the way." Leaning on crutches tremblingly, he walked forward. Zhuo Wangsun's horse did not go with him.Old man Pu took two steps, feeling something was wrong, turned his head in surprise, and heard Zhuo Wangsun say: "The generals obey the order, advance at full speed, and point directly at..." Old man Pu was overjoyed, but the two words Zhuo Wangsun said afterwards broke his will in an instant: "Pyongyang!" The old man Pu was taken aback, and with a strange cry, he threw himself down in front of Zhuo Wangsun's horse. "My lord! Didn't you come to rescue Goryeo? The pirates are about to capture Pujia Town! You must save this town! I beg you!" Zhuo Wangsun said indifferently: "I'm here to save Gaoli, not a town." He rode his horse and passed Old Man Pu.Old man Park's kneeling figure has froze. Suddenly, a person said: "Stop!" Zhuo Wangsun raised his eyebrows, and saw a flash of red, Xiangsi riding a rouge horse, standing in front of him.Surprise was written all over the woman's face, and she asked, "Why didn't you save them?" Her emotions are all that simple.Everything is on the face, nothing is hidden. Zhuo Wangsun stared at her, indeed, what he saw was lovesickness, such a kind lovesickness all the time. Acacia will never allow any suffering in front of her and let it go. He also knew that many people in the Suzaku Army and Flying Tiger Army were also waiting for his answer. He asked, "How many people are there in Pujia Town?" Old man Pu: "Three thousand... more than three thousand." "What about Pyongyang City?" Old man Park was speechless.For an old man living in a remote town, Pyongyang is too far away.But Zhuo Wangsun was waiting for an answer.Han Qingzhu drove his horse forward and reported: "There are about 3.2 million people in Koryo, and nearly 40% of them live in the two capitals of Seoul and Pyongyang. Seoul is slightly larger, with about 700,000 people, and Pyongyang A little smaller, about 600,000 people." Zhuo Wangsun: "How is Pyongyang?" Han Qingzhu: "Before we set off, we sent a vanguard force to march to Pyongyang. General Dai Chaoban, Guerrilla Shiru and others led more than 3,000 cavalrymen, flying on horseback. Before departure, we made an appointment with them to exchange news every day. But since ten days ago, I have never heard from them again, and it is estimated... that the entire army has been wiped out." Everyone who heard it was shocked.That indicates that the country's second largest capital, nine times out of ten, has sunk under the iron hooves of Japanese pirates.If there is no rush to help, the people in the city will die quickly. 600,000 vs. 3,000 people.How to choose, the result is self-evident. Old man Pu's body trembled, and he slowly stepped aside from the road.He has accepted his fate.Indeed, his fate was insignificant compared with that of this country. Acacia bit her lip. She knew that she couldn't force Zhuo Wangsun to save Pujiazhen. But, at least, she could go. Without her, this war will not affect anything.However, she may be able to lead the people of Pujia Town to avoid the pursuit of Japanese pirates.Just like the old deserted city. She drove her horse to the old man Pu, and said, "Old man, take me there, and I will help you guard the town!" Old man Park raised his head, his face full of bewildered surprise. The perseverance revealed by this woman made him feel inexplicable trust.It seemed that as long as she was there, his town would be saved.He couldn't help but agree: "Okay!" Zhuo Wangsun said: "Impossible." Xiangsi turned around suddenly: "Why not? You continue to go to Pyongyang, and I am the only one, so what does it matter? I can't affect anything by myself!" Zhuo Wangsun turned around, facing Yang Yizhi. "President Yang." Yang Yizhi seemed to wake up suddenly from a dream. He seemed to have been immersed in the memory of the past just now, and subconsciously replied.Zhuo Wangsun: "If she fails, will you go to rescue her?" Yang Yizhi glanced at Acacia. Will it?He will. Even if the whole world falls into purgatory, he will turn into a pure land, holding this lotus and blooming quietly. Zhuo Wangsun asked word by word: "If you go to rescue, how many people will you bring with you?" How many people?No amount of people is enough. Yang Yizhi seemed to be lost in thought again.Everything that happened in the deserted city flashed quickly in his mind.If, at the beginning, he had thousands of soldiers, would she still suffer? Won't. So, this time, he will try his best to protect her, and will not let her suffer any more grievances. In fact, the answer does not need him to say.The Flying Tiger Army, the Suzaku Army, and the people in Pujia Town all knew the answer. If Xiangsi insists on going, then this army will split.As the relief increases, the army will also become more fragmented.In the end, it will become a mess and lose its combat effectiveness. This army is not many.As for Japanese pirates, it is said that there are 500,000 pirates. The scattered Ming army will be wiped out in an instant. The people of Pujia Town slowly separated to make way for a road. Qianlong Army, Flying Tiger Army, and Suzaku Army walked among them.Walk past their pitiful eyes. At that moment, all the soldiers felt the pain in their hearts.But they know that they have to endure this pain, because this is war.They should be grateful that their commander in chief made the right choice. They walked towards their battlefield stepping on Jindalai flowers. Acacia followed at the end of the team.Until a long time later, when she turned her head, she could see those common people standing in the field, looking at her from afar.Their faces were blurred in the drizzle, in the reddish color of the jindalai flowers. This made Acacia feel a burst of invisible sadness. But she can only drive forward.