I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 605 Meng Zi: Teacher, I have grown up

Han Shao did not indeed ask Meng Sheng, the great leader of the Mohist school, to take action.

His attitude towards these hundreds of schools has always been the scumbag principle of "no initiative, no rejection".

This is how we deal with Confucianism, which has long been like a shadow and seems to be everywhere.

The same was true when he treated Buddhism and Taoism, which had been placed on his eldest and second sons respectively.

Over the years, he may have invested a lot in the Mohist School, but this was also a relationship similar to employment.

In fact, he is not deeply involved with real Mohist leaders such as Meng Sheng.

This is especially true today.

After all, with a qualified fighter like Tushan Laozu around, there was no need for him to take off his pants and fart.

So if anyone asked him to take on this favor for nothing, he would not acknowledge it.

Seeing Han Shao's face showing that he got the advantage but refused to admit it, even though Meng Sheng was mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but feel a little angry.

"You are so disrespectful, kid!"

Hearing this, Han Shao's face darkened.

Open your mouth, boy. Shut up, boy.

You old bastard, who are you talking to?
Just as he was about to explode, he heard Meng Sheng continue.

"By the way, my little girl is also going south this time. How are you going to accommodate her?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Han Shao's face froze, and the anger that had just arisen in him instantly turned into embarrassment as he didn't know how to respond.

"This one……"

Han Shao couldn't help but feel overwhelmed when thinking of the tomboy who used to ask him a hundred thousand questions every time she saw him.

To be honest, he was really shocked the day she suddenly expressed her feelings to him.

You know, for a long time before that, she still called herself a teacher!
Go against Tiangang!

Treason!
Traitor, are you planning to attack your master?
This is an achievement that I have never achieved in my lifetime!
Han Shao complained in his heart, then he coughed dryly.

"Master, I am her teacher after all..."

But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Meng Sheng.

"Teacher? Is there a ceremony for paying respect to your teacher? Is there a kowtow? Is there anyone else to witness it?"

As he said this, Meng Sheng sneered.

"Without these, what kind of teacher is Laozi?"

Han Shao argued.

"After all, there is the reality of preaching and receiving teachings..."

Meng Sheng said.

"My Mohist school has been passed down for thousands of years and has countless great sages. Why do we need others to teach us?"

After saying this, regardless of Han Shao's anger and embarrassment, Meng Sheng snorted coldly.

"In short - I don't care about anything else. My bloodline is weak, and when it comes to Zier's generation, she is the only daughter left. Duke Yan, please think carefully about how to proceed."

Oh, this old man actually threatens me?

Han Shao said angrily in dissatisfaction.

"You shameless old thief, how can you force a sale like this!"

But no matter how he got angry, the old man Meng Sheng looked like he had him figured out and just said one sentence.

"No need to say more. She will be here soon. If you treat her better in the future, I, the Mo family, will work hard for you."

"If she was wronged... never mind. I don't want to be the bad guy. The loss is yours anyway."

After saying this, the breath disappeared into the void in the blink of an eye.

Han Shao hadn't suffered such a big setback in a long time, and for the first time he felt an inexplicable sense of frustration.

But he had to admit that there was some truth in what the old man said.

Especially the last sentence.

Meng Zi, the tomboy in the past, was too talented in Mohist mechanical techniques. If he disappointed her, the consequences and losses would make him very uncomfortable.

"So do you really have to... make a sacrifice?"

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Han Shao inexplicably felt a little ashamed.

"Forget it, let's wait until she arrives. Let's try to comfort her first. If that doesn't work... then we can talk about it later!"

After muttering this to himself, Han Shao put away the thought and stopped thinking about it.

He turned to look at Ding Gui, the Bingzhou governor who was beaten to death by Meng Sheng with a sword and ruler, with a hint of sneer on his face.

There are always such people in this world who are just filling in the numbers. They take advantage of the situation and luck to accumulate some knowledge and then think they are one of the heroes of the world.

However, he didn't realize that with his level, he was not even qualified to be the vanguard of the king, and was at best a supporting role and cannon fodder.

And dying at the hands of Meng Sheng today was destiny.

Waving his hand, he took the huge Taiyi Origin. Han Shaochong, who had accumulated more and more profound foundation, said to Patriarch Tushan, who was still a little dazed.

"Thank you for your hard work, ancestor."

Facing Han Shao's politeness, Patriarch Tushan was somewhat dissatisfied.

"Since Your Majesty has already invited Meng Sheng, why should I make another trip?"

When you get older, you start to care about your face.

But have you become senile and forgotten that your Tushan clan of Qingqiu is still seeking shelter from me?

Do I need to explain to you how I should act?

"Oh? You don't want to make this trip, Old Ancestor? If so, you should have told me earlier so that I could prepare other backup plans in advance..."

Having said that, Han Shao paused for a moment before continuing calmly.

"After all... I don't have to be the ancestor."

As soon as these words came out, Patriarch Tushan's face instantly turned red, and he finally said hesitantly.

"Your Majesty, I... that's not what I meant."

"What I mean is, why should I fight with Meng Sheng, a mere junior? If the news gets out, it will make people laugh."

The Dharma Eye condensed in the void fell on Patriarch Tushan for a long time, and then said indifferently.

"Not the best."

After saying this, Han Shao looked down at the battlefield where the outcome had already been decided, and praised Qi Shuo.

"Not bad, you played well and didn't disappoint me."

Qi Shuo, who had already beheaded the Bingzhou general, smiled modestly.

"This battle was made possible by the painstaking planning and accumulated efforts of Your Majesty, and the sacrifices of the soldiers. I only contributed a little, and I cannot take credit for the great achievements."

Good flattery.

He is worthy of being my trusted and beloved general!
Han Shao felt relieved and said.

"I will remember your merits for you."

As he spoke, he looked at the ten thousand White Horse Volunteers below who could no longer contain their excitement, and said quietly.

"I already know about this. You've done a great job. Just give them a chance to show their faces."

They have been suppressed for so long, and it would be too much to suppress them any further.

If their edges are completely worn away, they will be useless even if you take them into your possession.

Upon hearing this, Qi Shuo nodded in agreement.

Then he sent orders to the White Horse Volunteers in front of Han Shao, indicating that they could take action together with the battalion of Zhen Liao cavalry that had been hiding in the dark and the 30,000 naturalized barbarian vassal troops.

There is no way. The two legs of the infantry cannot outrun the four legs of the cavalry.

Once the enemy cavalry retreats, if our side does not have cavalry to pursue them, we will not be able to truly expand the victory even if we win.

So this battle was said to be between infantry and cavalry, but in reality the final victory still required the cavalry to resist.

However, in the final stage of this battle, Qi Shuo added a sentence.

"If you can accept surrender, then accept it. Don't kill too many people."

This strategy was decided before the war.

Seeing that there was nothing to add, Han Shao did not say anything more.

He just said something to Qi Shuo before leaving.

"Fengxian is coming back. I will ask him to come under your command and you can take care of him."

"In addition, let him lead the Bingzhou troops that surrendered in this battle. This can be considered a test for him."

Han Fengxian was the adopted son of Han Shao, the Duke of Yan.

Qi Shuo's behavior can be said to be truly "accompanying the young master in studying."

Feeling pressured, he hurriedly said.

"Here."

"Don't worry, my lord. I will definitely protect you."

Han Shao glanced at him with his eyes focused on the void and said calmly, "I'm not asking you to raise my son for me, so just do what you want."

To put it in a cold-blooded way.

If he can't even withstand this little bit of hardship, what's the point of him taking this fake son?

Of course, after having raised her for such a long time, there must be some affection.

Han Shao also believed in Han Fengxian's ability.

So after saying this, he didn't say anything more.

As the magic power dissipated, the condensed Dharma Eye disappeared into the void.

After the death of Ding Gui, the governor of Bingzhou, the entire Bingzhou became leaderless and in disarray.

Han Shao felt relieved to leave this matter to Qi Shuo.

As for how people in the world would view him for taking Bingzhou so openly, Han Shao didn't care too much.

Anyway, at the beginning of this battle, the Bingzhou army attacked the Hezhen Liao army first.

Bingzhou Governor Ding Gui has already been accused of treason.

After taking Bingzhou, Han Shao would submit a memorial to Emperor Taikang, asking him to send a new governor of Bingzhou.

Well, he, Han, is a great and loyal man!
He could not take advantage of the fact that the new governor had no foundation and was unstable to actually control the entire Bingzhou!
……

"Phew—we're finally home!"

A group of several thousand cavalrymen, a mixed group of Yong and Barbarians, with flags flying, were heading south in the dust. Now they finally saw the outline of Champion City in the distance.

In fact, there were not so many of them at the beginning, but the number of people increased as they went along.

I didn't think it was a big deal at first, but now when I got close to my home, it has more than doubled.

There was no other way. The tribes along the way tried every means to stuff the most talented members of their tribe into the delegation.

He said he wanted to serve his king and atone for his past sins, but in fact he just wanted to secure a future for his tribe and find a strong backer.

Once the door is opened, there is no way to stop it.

In addition to the so-called "it's hard to refuse such a kind offer", the two main culprits, Han Fengxian and Li Shentong, also figured it out.

Grasslands need balance.

In order to prevent some tribes from bullying and annexing other tribes in the name of the king, each family simply accepted a few.

It not only strengthens the connection between the center and the grassland, but also spreads the "great justice".

Therefore, Han Fengxian and Li Shentong did not care too much about these grassland "prodigies" who accompanied the delegation south.

What really made them anxious was that the king had already sent troops.

No matter how hard they tried to shorten their trip, they still missed the time!

When they thought about their comrades in the Yulin Guard who had already gone to the battlefield and made great achievements, while they could only endure the hard journey on the grassland, how could they not be anxious and eager to return home, as they had been looking forward to this day for a long time?
But after calming down, they realized that there was no point in being anxious.

"I just hope that father can beat me slower, so that we don't have to wait until we get home to eat only leftovers..."

Hearing Li Shentong's prayer, Han Fengxian couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"You are such a filial son."

In any war, the best strategy is to fight and decide quickly.

If we fight too slowly, the battle will undoubtedly be unfavorable and we will be stuck in a difficult fight.

If this is true, it is hard to say whether his father Li Jing can keep his position firmly, and how many comrades in the army will have to sacrifice?
Upon hearing this, Li Shentong realized that he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly laughed awkwardly.

"I did speak without thinking, but I was just in a hurry..."

As he said this, he made a bitter face.

"I don't know how my uncle will arrange for the two of us after we return."

The Yulin Langwei bears the title of the "Emperor's" personal army, and also has a bit of the reputation of being the "Emperor's" disciples.

Once they are dismantled and enter the army, even an ordinary Yulin Lang cannot start as a small soldier.

And their identities are extremely special.

Therefore, it is inevitable that there will be some anxiety in the anticipation.

"I always listen to my father."

Seeing that his childhood friend had said something nonsense, it was Li Shentong's turn to roll his eyes.

But soon he came up to Han Fengxian and laughed.

"Did you go to say hello to your... um, mother today?"

Han Fengxian, who didn't like being so close to others, pushed his big face away and felt embarrassed when he heard his words.

"roll!"

The mother that Li Shentong was talking about was naturally not Wuhuan Heya.

But it was the woman who suddenly appeared on the way back.

Talking about this, Han Fengxian, who always had a cold face, wished he could dig a hole in the ground and bury himself.

That day, when they were passing by a foundry area somewhere on the grassland, a group of carriages drove out of it.

He also held a token of the Duke of Yan and said that he would go south with them.

Originally, none of them paid much attention to it. After all, the Mohist linen clothes on that group of people were too obvious.

As they had long been accustomed to the existence of Mohism, they did not find it strange.

Until one day, the sun was shining brightly and the breeze just rolled up the car curtains.

That cold and aloof face appeared in front of many people.

It was beautiful, but what was truly special was the unique aura that the woman possessed.

That day, Han Fengxian was also among the crowd.

He was standing at the front and could see it most clearly.

He had never understood the love between men and women, and the moment the woman glanced at him through the car curtain, his whole body froze for a moment.

In particular, after looking at him for a while, the woman called him to the front of the car and spoke a few words in a gentle voice.

For the next few days, Han Fengxian was a little distraught.

Under Li Shentong's questioning, he finally couldn't help but confess his thoughts, and then... a scene happened that Han Fengxian would regard as a nightmare for his whole life...

Just when, under the instigation of that bastard Li Shentong, he finally mustered up the courage to walk up to the woman again and was about to say something.

The woman suddenly spoke.

"Fengxian, I don't know if your father has ever mentioned me to you, but I still want to hear you call me mother..."

Aunt! ?
The gentle words at that moment were like a bolt of thunder, which seemed to split Han Fengxian in two.

'Mother? Mother! No! Impossible!'

"I'm not mistaken! She's obviously the same age as me, how could she be..."

indeed.

In terms of age, Meng Zi and Han Fengxian are indeed similar.

Even when she first met Han Shao, Meng Zi was just a dirty tomboy.

But sometimes people grow up and become mature very quickly.

Soon, I went from the age of gold hairpins to the age of marriageable women, and then in the blink of an eye, I went from the age of jade to the age of peach and plum blossoms.

During this process, Meng Zi also transformed from a dirty, mischievous tomboy and troublemaker to the dignified and intellectual person she is today.

However, unlike the "intellectual" nature of ordinary ladies in the boudoir, the intricate drawings of battle arrays and mechanisms outline her rational charm that is different from that of most women in the world.

And it was this rationality that ignited the fire in a certain fake child's eyes that should have been indifferent and calm.

At this moment, Han Fengxian still couldn't remember how he called out "mother". He only remembered the twisted look of Li Shentong, the bastard, as he showed pity and tried to hold back his laughter after he returned.

……

In fact, Meng Zi didn't know what Han Fengxian was thinking.

It was only after she saw Han Fengxian acting awkwardly in front of her that she shamelessly "revealed" her relationship with Han Shao.

The idea is actually very simple.

It was nothing more than trying to get closer to Han Shao after hearing that he valued this fake son very much.

In this way, when she goes to Han Shao to ask for a status, she will have more confidence.

Looking at the outline of Champion City getting closer and closer in the distance, Meng Zi, who was becoming more and more nervous, gently pushed the gold-threaded glass mirror on her fair nose and subconsciously took out the silver hairpin that she had always treasured in her arms.

Although she only knew that this silver hairpin was just given to her by that person to make her happy.

But what does it matter?
She used to be just a dirty tomboy, but now——

"Teacher, I have grown up..."

At this moment, the future giant of Mohism, who was evaluated by the Mohist masters as having the potential to become a saint, was like a young girl in love.

Those natural peach blossom eyes were devoid of all rationality, only endless affection.

……

(End of this chapter)