Light snow falls gently

  Ji Yu accompanied Song Chuyi and stood quietly for a while. Seeing that she hadn't moved at all, he couldn't help but ask, "Sir, do you have something on your mind?"

  "Troubles..." Song Chuyi had been troubled for more than a day or two, but this trouble wasn't something that could be alleviated by just talking about it. He smiled faintly and said, "Go to sleep, troubles in dreams aren't troubles."

  Ji Yu looked at her back, repeating the sentence in his heart. He had never thought deeply about its meaning, but felt that Song Chuyi was not a careless and frivolous person after all. Her heart should have ups and downs that ordinary people can't describe, with unrelenting pressure.

  A sound sleep for one night

  When the sky was slightly dark, Ji Yu dressed up and went out. The snow was indeed as Song Chuyi said, it had already stopped, and a layer of snow covered the ground, like a thick layer of white frost.

  The chariots were arranged in order, and Ji Yu called out to Song Chu for half a day without any response. Then, he ordered someone to pry open the door, wrapped him together with his quilt, and threw him onto the carriage.

  Baijian also followed and climbed onto the car, lying down at her feet and continuing to sleep.

  The horse carriage swayed gently, and it was unknown how far they had traveled. When the first ray of sunlight shone through the gap in the window, Song Chuyi finally regained a hazy consciousness.

  The teacher's excited voice came from outside the car.

  Song Chuoyi turned over and responded vaguely with a "hmm".

  "Teacher, it's a great day out, come and take a look!" Just as he shouted, a loud and cheerful laughter followed.

  Song initially lay down for a while, and as her drowsiness gradually dissipated, she got up, put on her clothes, rinsed her mouth and washed her face with Qingyan salt before opening the window.

  In the morning light, a young man named Wang just rode his horse past the carriage, the horse's hooves kicking up snow on the ground, and his cloak fluttering behind him.

  Song Chu put on his big coat and patted the white blade, "Let's go, we're going down too."

  The white blade grew very quickly, and after nearly three months, its body length had already reached half a zhang, similar to the size of an adult wolf in the mountains.

  During this time, Bai Jing might have felt the kindness released by Song ChuYi. Song ChuYi had never tied it up, yet it didn't run away either.

  "White Blade, let me sit for a bit." Song Chu Yi stroked White Blade's fur and shifted his butt onto its back.

  But the proud Snow Wolf would never allow anyone to ride on her back, and Bai Ye hadn't thrown her off, instead she lay on the ground, refusing to get up.

  He came galloping over on horseback like a whirlwind, laughing loudly and saying, "Teacher, aren't you going to take in the view right here?"

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a driver was unable to move his white blade, and he was annoyed. He heard that someone from the village of Biyu had spoken carelessly, so without hesitation, he shouted, "I'll give you a bird!"

  "Hahaha!"

  The surroundings burst into a loud laughter, no wonder they couldn't hold it in, Song Chuyi's words were too ambiguous!

  He clenched his teeth and restrained himself from scolding back, but although he was unruly, he had been enlightened by Confucianism since childhood, and the teachings of propriety, righteousness, integrity, and respect for teachers and morals had long been etched into his bones, so he couldn't utter a single curse.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a certain gentleman had been struggling with his horse for quite some time. Suddenly, a groom led a horse to him and said, "Sir, you'd better ride this one instead. The wolf may be majestic, but it's not suitable as a mount."

  "I'll kill you tomorrow!" Song Chu glared at Bai Jing with hatred.

  Baijian didn't understand what she was saying, happily rolled on the ground and darted out like an arrow, scaring the merchant's horses to death, neighing in unison.

  "Master, control your white blade."

  Tubing? How to tubing? Song Chuoyi coughed a few times and smiled, "I just like its simplicity and naivety, don't cruelly strangle it just because of its awkwardness?"

  Ji Yu's face turned slightly pale, "It's indeed naive and romantic, but at this rate, I'm afraid we won't even reach Xianyang in a month!"

  Song Chu nodded in agreement and shouted "Bai Ren!"

  Originally just pretending, didn't expect White Blade to really rush to her side and drool at her mount.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a horse under one crotch retreated several steps in a row, its muscles tense all over, as if ready to escape at any time.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a man had a severe headache, but suddenly heard the sound of breaking wind.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a slight movement caught her eye, and she saw a feathered arrow shooting towards White Edge with a fierce cry. She let out a startled cry, and Ji Yu's body tensed up, drawing his sword in a flash of lightning.

  Ding!

  The bronze sword and the arrowhead met accurately in mid-air, colliding with sparks, the arrow was bounced off dozens of feet away, and the remaining force even buried half of the feathered arrow into the soil.

  The white blade suddenly sprang up, and all the hairs on its body stood up instantly.

  Immediately, the ground transmitted a violent vibration, and the sound of horseshoes came thundering like war drums. Song Chuyi followed the sound with his eyes and saw a large black cloud rapidly approaching, the horseshoes stirring up the shallow snow on the ground, spreading out a faint white mist, sweeping over like a sudden storm, and arriving right before their eyes in an instant.

  The Black Armor Army halted not far from the merchant caravan, with over a dozen bowmen and crossbowmen, their strong bows and arrows at the ready.

  "Stop!" Song Chuyi shouted immediately

  The Black Armor Army stood like a monument, even the war horses under them didn't move a muscle, the solemn and murderous atmosphere spread out to cover the sky and earth.

  In the midst of the stalemate, Song Chuyi was about to continue speaking when a robust black-armored general slowly rode out from one side. A black wolf pelt covered half of his face, revealing only a pair of eyes as sharp and cold as blades, two thick eyebrows slanting into his temples like two swords.

  The general's eyes moved slightly, falling on Bai Jing and Song Chuyi. He raised his hand slightly, stopping the soldier beside him who was about to speak up. His cold gaze finally fell on Ji Yu, praising, "Good warrior! Good swordsmanship!"

  His voice was as sharp as his gaze, but amidst the coldness, he did not lose his grandeur.

  Ji Yu sheathed his sword and bowed to him with cupped hands.

  That man nodded slightly, swung his whip and galloped away like a flowing cloud. The black-armored soldiers immediately followed, passing by the side of the merchant caravan in a swift and orderly manner.

  "What a magnificent aura!" Kaito gazed at the departing Black Armor Army with shining eyes.

  Song Chu let out a breath of relief, dismounted and patted the back of Bái Rèn to comfort him. The black-armored soldiers who passed by earlier probably thought that the merchant group was attacked by snow wolves, so they lent a hand to help. After all, there are not many people in this world who raise wolves as pets.

  Zhang Fei did not hastily drive his horse forward, and asked the Qin soldiers who were wearing cloth robes to guide him, "Brothers, do you know which army just passed by, and who is the general leading them?"

  "Gentlemen, please, we rough men can't be called that. It seems to be the army of Xianyang, but that general looks very young. I've been guarding Wu Pass for ten years and don't know what changes have occurred in the imperial court." The Qin army lieutenant replied with a thick Qin accent

  Baijian gradually became tame under Song ChuYi's soothing. Song ChuYi mounted his horse, turned back to look in the direction where the Black Armor Army had disappeared, and saw that a faint mist of smoke still lingered, his eyes hidden behind his eyelids as he gazed at the turbulent ups and downs.

  "The sharpness of the Qin army is indeed not in vain!" Ji Yu sighed, without looking at them fighting on the battlefield, just by looking at this sharp aura, one can already guess a thing or two.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he raised his eyes again, and his gaze was as calm as ever.

  "Teacher! Did you see that!" exclaimed Akakawa, unable to suppress his excitement.

  "I'm not blind," Song ChuYi said with a bad tone, thinking to himself, don't be rash, although Qin Jun is indeed good-looking, as the Wei State Envoy, I should at least remain calm.

  He didn't consider what would make him lose face or not, he's a true and sincere person, in his heart he feels that if others are good then they should be praised, this doesn't lose face.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he did not speak out to blame him. Firstly, in a large court, it was impossible to really hurt his self-esteem, and secondly, most people from Longxi were relatively simple-minded, seeing him as a deputy, perhaps with pride in their hearts, but they would not mock them for being inexperienced from a small country.

  However, when he wanted to return, Song Chuoyi hadn't seen the full appearance of that black-armored general, but his aura was indeed not something to be underestimated.

  Mo Dao Zu Shi was on a roll, completely disregarding Song Chu Yi's tone, and said with relish, "If one day I can command such an army in battle, this life will be worth it!"

  Song Chu initially slightly frowned, vaguely understanding why Pang Juan was worshipped by the people of Bi Valley.

  Pang Tong is like a sharp blade, with both strengths and weaknesses standing out. Among them, one point that is hard to say whether it's good or bad is - his extreme obsession with strong military power led him to train the invincible Wei Wu soldiers, bringing the military strength of Wei State to its peak, but also causing him to fall into a dead end.

  The valley is not mistaken about this point, which is similar to Pongyu.

  The cavalry continued to advance, Song Chu rode a horse with Mo Wu and asked, "Mo Wu, have you ever heard of Tian Ji's horse racing?"

  Don't nod indiscriminately in He Valley

  "Seeking strategy, disadvantages can also be turned into advantages." Song Chu looked at him and said.

  Li Gonglin didn't space out for long before he immediately understood Song ChuYi's meaning: having a strong military is indeed important, but one cannot pursue it single-mindedly.

  "It's hard to understand, but if Tian Ji were to compete in a horse racing competition and the other side had all top-notch horses, no matter what strategy Sunzi employed, I'm afraid he would still be unable to win." asked Mo Di.

  Back then, Pang Tong might have thought the same way. Song Shi shook his head, "What you said makes sense, but deploying troops and racing horses are different. Why do military strategists talk about the five elements? Among these five elements, there are countless changes that can affect the outcome of a battle. Do you still remember what I once told you, to borrow from the heavens and follow the momentum of the situation?"

  "Indeed, I remember."

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, there was a saying: "Can strong military power go against the will of heaven?"

  This is undoubtedly true, said Bao Yu, "It cannot be."

  "The word 'army' doesn't just refer to the soldiers, having a strong and solid military force is good, but it's not necessarily the key to victory." Song Chu saw that Mozi had a bewildered expression on his face when he first saw the Qin army's intimidating black armor, so he didn't want to say too much. He only added one sentence at the end: "Although Qi's military strength was not weak either, it was far inferior to Wei Wu's elite troops. Why did Pang Juan's strong army lose to Sun Bin's Qi army?"

  The turmoil in her heart gradually subsided a bit, and she fell into deep thought.

  He was struggling in his mind, on one hand were Song Chu Yi's words, and on the other hand was the stunning appearance of that general leading the Black Armor Army.

  Song didn't say another word and let him think for himself

  The convoy slowly entered the narrow and difficult mountain road, and after another twenty miles of mountain roads, Shang Yang estimated that the day he was killed would not be far away.