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Chapter 382 A gentleman takes action

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    In troubled times, the rebels and the guards were fighting in a melee. As a soldier and general, his life was not very good, killing everywhere.

    But in troubled times, there is no government, no rules and order, the mountains are high and the emperor is far away, as a soldier, life is more comfortable than before.

    Of course, for soldiers, the premise is to survive, and for the future, it is to have enough soldiers and horses in hand.

    "The position of Xuanwu Dao is too important." The scholar in blue shirt said, "Everyone wants it, but no one can win it, so it is chaotic. The more chaotic it is, the less focused it is. The rebels are happy and the guards are happy too, so they don't care.  Leave us alone.¡±

    Everyone sitting around nodded.

    "No one has come to attack us in the past two years. At that time, Ankang Mountain was just passing by. Anyone who blocked the road was killed. No one looked at other places."

    "The guards didn't come to make trouble. The Chu Lady's soldiers only stayed to save Han Xu, but they were only near Yingchen and were on the same page as us."

    "Even Mrs. Chu can't swallow us, which shows that we are really not easy to mess with."

    Everyone laughed proudly as they spoke.

    "But what will we do in the future?" A thin general asked. His soldiers and horses were as thin as his body, and he was still very worried about the future. "Are we always hiding like this?"

    The green-shirted scribe smiled and said: "Of course we can't hide forever. Everything will come to an end, and the rebel guards will always win or lose. When the time comes, everyone will watch and we will help whoever is about to win."

    There was a silence at the banquet. This scribe was so bold, but no one seemed to feel that he was rebellious anymore. Probably because Ankangshan not only did not die after two years, but he was going to be the emperor

    So someone became bolder, put down his glass and lowered his voice: "Mr. Tingru, look, who has a better chance of winning?"

    The green-shirted scribe said calmly: "I can't see it yet. Things are changing and heroes are emerging. It will take at least three years to understand the situation."

    He didn¡¯t know everything. Those present were not disappointed, but felt more amiable.

    "So within three years, we must maintain the status quo." The green-shirted scribe held up his wine glass. "We will not surrender to the rebels, but we will not join forces with the Guards. We are weak and timid. When the rebels come, we will run away.  We hide, and when the guards come, we send them off respectfully. In short, we protect our own soldiers and horses, save our lives, and then wait for the general trend to come and soar into the sky."

    Soaring into the sky?  A general laughed: "How can a person like me, with less than ten thousand soldiers and horses, no family background and no relatives, soar into the sky?"

    The scholar in green shirt drank the wine in one gulp and smiled slightly: "Why not? As long as you are alive, everything has a chance. When those who are flying now die, I will only have to rely on you."

    The generals laughed and said, "What are you talking about!" "Mr. Tingru is a scholar, and he speaks more fiercely than our military generals." "How can a man who flies into the sky die so easily?" all the talk was going on.

    The scribe in green shirt stopped talking nonsense, laughed and poured wine for several people.

    Several people present winked at each other, and a general picked up his wine glass and said, "Mr. Tingru, what Commander Cao means is that we don't have to come together"

    The scribe in green shirt cut off his words: "Of course not. If we get together, that would not be a good thing. A big tree attracts the wind."

    The generals looked at each other and said, "Well, it's not good for everyone to think about their own things."

    "Why is it bad? Everyone is still the same as before. They do not interfere with each other, each defends his own mountain and his own city." The green-shirted scribe said with a smile, "Of course, if one party is really attacked  ."

    He glanced at everyone, and everyone was slightly nervous when they saw his gaze.

    ¡°Remember, if you can beat someone, then fight. If you can¡¯t beat someone, then run away.¡±

    Isn¡¯t it actually aid?  The generals were surprised.

    "You should weigh things like aid yourself. Do what you can. If you are small, don't sacrifice yourself for the sake of benevolence. If you are powerful, you should consider the gains and losses. Is it worth it?" The scholar in green shirt poured the wine and sat down.  He picked up his own wine glass, relaxed and sat up straight again, "But."

    "Nothing, the generals also sat up straight.

    "But as long as anyone can run, no matter who or where he runs, we still lend a helping hand." The green-shirted scribe said, "Listen to fate and do your best."

    Fate is in front of him, and the personnel are in the back, that's how to do it.

    "If I can help my brothers, I will definitely do so. No matter what, we are both soldiers and horses of Xuanwu Dao."

    "If I'm lucky enough to escape, don't save me, and I won't run to you. If I can live, I'll live. If I can't, I won't.It entered his throat, and his whole body was trembling so much that he couldn't stand.

    ¡°Plop, he fell on the steps.

    "Anan, Anan." He shouted, stretching out his hand, "I was wrong, I didn't go back on my promise, I, I"

    He threw down the long knife.

    "I am willing to listen to you, I will listen to you, and I will give you all my soldiers and horses."

    Xiang Nan sighed: "Why are you here tonight? It's really" He shook his head, "This is what fate is."

    With a sigh, he twisted his waist and sent the spear out with a wrong step. With a pop, it pierced the leader's throat.

    The leader¡¯s eyes widened in disbelief: ¡°Anan, I just refuse to listen to you, so just kill me, you, you are so cruel.¡±

    He coughed a few times, grabbed the spear and fell on the steps.

    Xiang Nan pulled out his spear, looked at the dead leader, leaned over and stretched out his hand, but stopped when he was about to touch his eyes.

    Under the illumination of the fire, he looked into the leader's eyes, and the boy in white robe was reflected in his bloodshot eyes.

    The young man¡¯s face and white robe are familiar yet unfamiliar.

    "Xiang Nan." He sighed softly, "You can imagine that one day my white robe will be stained with more than just the blood of the rebels." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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