The frail counselor you said, you fight against three heroes alone?

The child then followed the crowd out the door, looking back every few steps.

For a moment, only Xiyu and the woman were left in the room. The cold wind howled outside the window, making the worn window paper rustle.

Next, Xi Yu asked the woman.

"Now that everyone has left, you can still talk, right?"

The woman nodded, and suddenly she touched her chest because she was a little scared. Yes, if she really died like this, what would happen to her son?
She seemed to be able to imagine the pain her child was experiencing.

Xi Yu saw that she was a little dazed, so he didn't continue to force her.

Because she has to wait until she has thought it over before she can say anything.

After a while, the woman realized that she might have been a little cold towards Xi Yu, so she said, "Zhuangshi, I am sorry to have embarrassed you. Actually, my life has been very bad recently."

The woman said that her husband died while working on a construction site at the beginning of this year, leaving them alone as an orphan and a widow.

Xi Yu nodded. She seemed to be able to sympathize with this woman. There are always such unfortunate people at all times.

Even though she is the prime minister now and has to work hard to make everyone live a good life, how can human misfortune be completely solved?
He nodded, motioning for the other party to continue.

The woman said that she felt very heavy-hearted after her husband died, but she still tried her best to raise the child because she knew that the child would suffer even more.

At this time, Xi Yu finally couldn't help but interrupt.

"Yes, it's a good thing that you think so. So if you really went there just now, it would be really bad."

The woman nodded again.

"And last night I had a terrible nightmare. I dreamed that I was alone in a place I didn't recognize, and that place was an old house, but the house was leaking. Most of it was leaking."

Having said this, she stopped talking.

Xi Yu asked: "What happened next?"

The woman said, "After I woke up, I asked someone who interpreted dreams. They told me that dreaming about leaking rain was a bad sign, and that my life would be in turmoil from now on. That's why I ended up in a dead end today. At that moment, all I could think about was dying quickly to be free."

Xi Yu looked at the woman carefully to determine whether she was lying.

Of course, she also understood that there seemed no need for the other party to lie to her at this time.

So this was the reason. Was it because of a leak that he had such a dream, or was it because he had to commit suicide? It sounds a bit absurd.

The woman glanced at Xi Yu and then smiled bitterly.

"I know this may sound funny to you, but it's the truth."

Xi Yu nodded gently.

"I understand. They are just dreams. You don't need to think too much about them. Maybe you think too much because you have random thoughts every day. Even if there are difficulties in life in the future, it doesn't mean that you can't overcome them. So you have to be brave."

The woman nodded, saying that she would never think so negatively again.

Finally, Xi Yu walked out with the woman.

Xi Yu also started on his way, and the child came to his mother again.

I’m afraid my mother will commit suicide again.

The woman said to the child, don't worry, she will never go to such a desperate situation again.

Xiyu is on the road again.

And now, in the Parthian Empire.

On this day, Hesheli summoned both Shi Damei and Armas.

They were going to discuss something secretly in a room.

Hesheli looked at Armas coldly and said, "You messed up last time I asked you to do something. This time I will give you an important task, so I hope you can take care of yourself."

Armas was very moved and said that he had indeed messed things up last time.

I feel very honored that the king has given me a chance.

Smith said nothing, because the matter had nothing to do with him.

Second, he was thinking, why did the king gather them together?
Hesheli said: "Xiyu openly took in the princess, so we can't just let this matter go. Even if our country is not strong now, we must fight them."

After hearing this, Shi Daming was very happy, because he also wanted to kill Xi Yu.

But Armas was a little worried.

"King, let's not act rashly. Our national strength is much weaker than that of the Han Dynasty. If we act rashly, won't we lose miserably?"

At this moment, Hesheli looked at Armas with great hatred.

"Are you trying to boost others' morale and destroy your own prestige?" Smith also gave Armas a look.

Smith thought, the king gave you a chance, and you still resisted like this.

Then Hesheli coughed.

Let the two of them start training now and try to march towards the Han Kingdom within half a month.

Smith agreed immediately, but Armas still explained that if he did so, he would be leading the soldiers to their deaths.

At this moment, Hesheli slammed the table.

"This is my order. You have no right to resist. If you want to resist, believe it or not, I will put you in jail now."

Armas had no choice but to agree.

After the two men left, Armas said to Smith: "We haven't led troops for many years. I don't know if we can still lead them this time."

Shi Daming said: "It has been many years since the Ming Dynasty led troops and there has been no war for many years. This is a good thing, but we must give the Han Dynasty a fatal blow."

Armas said with a sad face: "I understand that the king and you both hate the Han Dynasty very much, but you have to understand, can we really defeat them?"

"Even if you can't win, you have to fight. You have to fight for your life."

Armas sighed.

Shi Daming said to him with sharp eyes: "I know you are unwilling, but you must lead the troops well during this training, and there must be no accidents."

Armas nodded.

"Don't worry, I'm just dissatisfied with the king's order, but if you really let me lead the troops, I will definitely not be careless."

After walking for a few days, Xi Yu finally arrived at the extremely cold place.

He suddenly remembered that his brother Xi Zhicai was particularly afraid of the cold and he had not contacted his brother for a long time.

I don’t know how he is doing now.

And he had to buy some cotton clothes. Even though it was only spring, they would be useful in that extremely cold place.

After arriving near the extremely cold area, there were fewer shops around.

After much trouble, Xi Yu finally arrived at a shop selling cotton-padded clothes.

There was an old man sitting in a daze in the shop. When he saw Xi Yu coming, he was surprisingly indifferent.

Xiyu asked several times, "Do you have any cotton clothes?"
The old man was stunned.

"Sorry, sir. I was just thinking about something else."

"Uncle, do you have any cotton-padded clothes here?"
The old man nodded, and then said, "Come with me."

Then he led him into a room.

There are so many cotton-padded clothes here, the old man asked Xi Yu in a very puzzled manner.

"Why are you buying cotton clothes in this weather?"

"I wonder if it would be cheaper to buy cotton clothes at this time?"

The old man laughed and said, "You can take all the cotton-padded clothes if you like them. My shop is about to close."

As he said this, the old man sighed.

Xi Yu became curious and asked, "Uncle, is business bad here?"

The old man said somewhat embarrassedly: "Sir, you'd better not ask any more questions and just pick out some cotton-padded clothes quickly." Xi Yu did not ask any more questions and quickly picked out a few cotton-padded clothes.

Xi Yu had already picked out a few cotton-padded jackets and was standing in front of the counter. The candlelight in the store flickered, and the light and shadows swayed on his face.

The old man took an abacus and fiddled with it listlessly. The price he calculated was so low that Xi Yu was surprised.

Xi Yu was not in a hurry to pay. He looked at the old man through the dim candlelight and asked softly, "Old man, your price is not right. Are you in trouble?"

The old man froze, and the abacus in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. His eyes instantly turned red. He turned his head away and said in a voice full of endless loneliness: "Alas, sir, to be honest, my son has been missing for a long time. Since there was no news about him, my heart has been empty. I have been guarding this shop all day long, and I have no energy to manage the business."

At this moment, Xi Yu couldn't help but look at the old man carefully. The more he looked, the more familiar he seemed.

He suddenly remembered someone and asked tentatively, "Is your son called Wang Hu?"

The old man was stunned at first, then his eyes widened, his face full of surprise.

"Do you know my son?"

Xi Yu thought to himself that it seemed that his guess was correct, and then he gave a detailed description of Wang Hu's general appearance and body shape. Every feature coincided with the son in the old man's mind.

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

"I've met your son." Xi Yu went straight to the point, his voice steady and powerful.

In this quiet little shop, it is like a stone thrown into a deep pool.

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

"How...how is he?" the old man asked anxiously. He walked around the counter and grabbed Xi Yu's arm tightly with both hands. The strength in his hands was totally not what his old bones should have.

"It's safe now." Xi Yu looked directly into the old man's eyes, his gaze firm and reassuring, "Please don't close the store. This store is a thought. When I finish my work, I will come back to find you. Then, we will go to see Wang Hu together."

Tears glistened in the old man's eyes, the product of the fear and worry of the past few days and the hope at the moment.

He trembled with his lips, wanting to say something of thanks, but his emotions choked his throat. He could only hold Xi Yu's hand tightly, shaking it again and again, as if he wanted to convey all his gratitude through the warmth of his palm.

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

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

"Wang Chuande...Okay, Uncle Wang, I'll remember this."

Xiyu nodded, with a look of determination in his eyes.
"You must wait for me here. I will definitely come back, and then we will go to see Wang Hu together. Your son must be looking forward to this day, too."

Wang Chuande nodded excitedly and said in a trembling voice, "Okay, okay, I will definitely wait for you, kid, just go and do your thing, I'm not going anywhere."

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

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

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

Xi Yu stopped when he heard the voice, turned around and led his horse back, and said respectfully: "Uncle Wang, what do you want to call me for?"

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

"Where are you going?"

Xi Yu pursed his lips and spoke frankly.

"Uncle Wang, to be honest, I heard that there is a herb in the extremely cold land... I want to try my luck and find some."

When Wang Chuande heard this, his eyes widened with disbelief on his face.

"What? A very cold place! Do you know how dangerous it is? People who go there are in danger of death! How can you be so impulsive, young man?"

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

"Uncle Wang, I know it's dangerous, but the disease waits for no one. It's better than just waiting."

"When will it be available?"

Xi Yu's heart was warmed, and his eyes were slightly red, but he still pretended to be calm: "Uncle Wang, I will be gone for a long time, and I really can't give you an exact date. It may be as short as 20 to 30 days, or as long as two or three months. Please take care of yourself."

After saying that, Xi Yu bowed deeply to Wang Chuande and mounted his horse.

Wang Chuande stood there, watching Xi Yu walking further and further away, repeating "Be safe" over and over again until the figure disappeared completely.

Xi Yu rode his horse at full speed on the deserted road, his figure looking lonely and insignificant in the vast sky and earth.

He was only thinking about reaching the extremely cold land as soon as possible to find the herbs, complete this difficult task, and then come back and take Wang Chuande to Youzhou to see his son Wang Hu.

There might be a secret passage leading there. I wonder how Liu Xiaoyu and others are doing with their search?

At the edge of the desert of the Parthian Empire, the sun was scorching and the sky was filled with yellow sand.

Smith and Armas stood on the high platform of the parade ground, looking at the soldiers in black armor and full of energy below the stage, and their original concerns were swept away.

When they were first preparing for the military training, they thought that the soldiers would probably complain if they had to repeat boring training on the spot all day long.

After all, without the novelty of a long journey, and having to endure the baptism of wind and sand every day, an ordinary person would have lost his patience long ago.

But at this moment, what appeared before our eyes was another hot scene.

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

Upon hearing that they were about to attack the Han Empire, most people's eyes sparkled with excitement and their faces turned red with excitement.

"General, when the brothers heard that we were going to take action against the Han Empire, they were all as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood and were full of energy!" A lieutenant came running to report with a happy face.

Shi Daming nodded slightly, and looked at everyone with some approval, and said, "I thought that everyone would become lazy after training on the spot, but I underestimated you."

Armas also looked relieved.

"Yes, it can be seen that the brothers are eager to make achievements. With such morale, there is no need to worry about not winning the battle!"

In the team, an old soldier shouted at the top of his voice: "General, we have been training here for so long, waiting for this day! If we defeat the Han Dynasty, we will enjoy endless wealth and glory in the future. How can brothers not be excited?"

In an instant, there was a thunderous cheer and the soldiers responded one after another. The passionate shouts intertwined and echoed, as if to break through the wind and sand.

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

It seems that the battle with the Han Empire is about to begin with great fanfare on this desert plain, and this group of passionate soldiers are destined to leave their glorious name in the long river of history.

After a while, they arrived at the sand and stone tent, where Hesheli paced alone with a frown on his face.

Outside, the shouts of the soldiers and the clash of weapons mixed together, demonstrating the high morale, but this lively scene could not melt the worry in his heart.

The soldiers were looking forward to invading the Han Empire and making achievements, but he was the only one who was hesitant and had a lot of thoughts in his mind.

Yes, morale is useful. Now this enthusiasm can drive the soldiers to charge into battle, making them fearless of the scorching sun and strong wind, or the flashing of swords and sabers on the battlefield.

But when it comes to war, how can the outcome be decided by passion alone?

The Han Empire has a vast territory, sufficient food and grass, a large number of soldiers and generals, and has defended its borders for many years. Its city walls are as solid as rocks. Which part of it is not an insurmountable natural barrier?
On the other hand, although the soldiers of the Parthian Empire were full of fighting spirit, could their manpower and material preparations really support a protracted war? Could their tactics and strategies compete with the think tanks of the Han Dynasty?
Hesheli raised his hand and rubbed his temple, secretly warning himself: These discouraging words must not be heard from the tent at all.

Morale is high now. If we pour cold water on it, the army will be in chaos and the battle will be half lost before it even starts.

But what if we are blindly optimistic and have no idea how to deal with the approaching army?

He slowly stood in front of the map, staring at the territory of the Han Dynasty, trying to find flaws in the mountains, rivers, and city layout. His fingers tapped the table unconsciously, and each tap seemed to hit his tense heartstrings.

The outcome of this war hangs on the balance of morale and strength, and he must stay in the dark, add weight to his side, and turn the tide without making a sound.

The next day, in the magnificent palace of the Parthian Empire, in the splendid reception hall.

King Hesheli sat upright on a throne inlaid with jewels, with tall guards standing on both sides.

Their armor gleamed coldly in the candlelight.

At this time, Generals Shi Damei and Armas walked into the hall quickly, knelt on one knee respectfully in front of the throne, clasped their fists and saluted: "Your Majesty!"

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

"You two, what are you doing here this time?"

Shi Daming spoke first, his voice loud and passionate: "Your Majesty, we inspected the barracks yesterday and came to report to you that the morale of the soldiers is extremely high!"

Armas then added: "Yes, Your Majesty! Hearing that we are about to go to the Han Empire, the soldiers are all eager to fight and are very excited. They are training hard day and night, ready to show their skills on the battlefield and make great contributions to our Parthian Empire!" (End of this chapter)