There is no right or wrong in life and death, because it is the living who have to give a value assessment to the dead. Their comments can only be seen by themselves. The dead will not care, they have paid the price they should pay. In this unfair world, the only fair thing is life and death. Everyone has one life, and this is the only life that everyone can rely on. …………
After breaking six brushes, Xiao Rong finally made a successful product. He was afraid of losing face if he couldn't blow it out, so every time he tried to blow it, he would run back to his tent. This time he finally succeeded, and he immediately put his hands behind his back and ran to find Qu Yunmie.
Qu Yunmie was sharpening his Xueyinchou Spear. He sharpened it twice, sprinkled some water on it, and then continued sharpening. Sometimes he would adjust the angle and squint to see if the silver-white spear tip was flat. Qu Yunmie's eyes had probably surpassed the eye chart, and he could count every tiny flaw that others could not see.
Xiao Rong: “…”
Therefore, the scratches left on the Chilong Sword were not due to his craftsmanship, but because he ran out of time.
A lot of things happened during this period of time. Xiao Rong originally thought that he must settle the account with Qu Yunmie for the Chilong Sword, but as soon as he arrived at the military camp, he forgot about it. Although he remembered it now, Qu Yunmie will go out again tomorrow. This time there will be no march as a buffer. The war has begun since he mounted the warhorse.
Pursing his lips, Xiao Rong quietly walked over and stood behind Qu Yunmie. Seeing that he didn't notice him, Xiao Rong picked up the whistle he had prepared and blew hard into it.
A clear and pleasant sound like the chirping of a bird sounded from behind Qu Yunmie, but he was not scared at all. He just turned his head without knowing what was going on and looked at what Xiao Rong was holding: "You have been busy these days, just making this thing?"
Xiao Rong frowned, not satisfied with his reaction: "I blew it so loudly, why didn't you react at all?"
Qu Yunmie: "You came in for a long time without moving or making a sound. Xueyin knows that something must be wrong when things are out of the ordinary."
Xiao Rong: “…”
He looked at Qu Yunmie with disdain: "Your Majesty, you should just call it by its full name. Calling it a weapon Xueyin... sounds too weird."
Qu Yunmie turned his head back again, and continued to grind. He said to Xiao Rong, "This is what I want to call my weapon. As long as it's mine, I can call it whatever I want."
Xiao Rong looked at his back and was silent for a moment. He picked up the whistle again, and while pulling the bamboo stick inside the whistle, Xiao Rong blew air into it. A bird call that was different from before came out again, and it was melodious and the tune changed from time to time. Xiao Rong blew it to his heart's content, then walked around to Qu Yunmie, put the whistle in his palm and handed it to Qu Yunmie.
He said, "This is called a bird whistle. The tone it produces is almost identical to a bird's call. No one can tell the difference. It's also loud. You can use it to communicate with other soldiers who have infiltrated. You can also use it to alert people outside to tell them whether to move or stop. It's also very simple to use. Three short and one long sounds exactly like the call of a shrike."
As he spoke, Xiao Rong demonstrated it again to Qu Yunmie.
After the demonstration, he handed the bird whistle to Qu Yunmie.
Qu Yunmie looked at the thing, but he did not take it immediately. Instead, he picked up the towel beside him to wipe his hands, and then picked up the thin bamboo pole.
After looking at it for a while, Qu Yunmie put the bird whistle to his lips. He didn't pull out the bamboo stick inside, but blew it hard.
A sharp whistle sounded, and Xiao Rong couldn't help but cover his ears. He squatted on the ground and shouted to Qu Yunmie, "Whose bird can call so loudly! Be careful not to blow it apart!"
Qu Yunmie laughed twice. He looked at Xiao Rong and asked him, "A few days ago, I saw you drawing blueprints and looking for a blacksmith. I thought you were going to make something bigger."
Xiao Rong squatted and felt that this posture was pretty good. He did not stand up immediately. He frowned and said, "You said the hook. After thinking about it, I still think it is not practical. Who has the strength to throw something weighing several kilograms onto the wall of a four-meter-high city wall?"
Qu Yunmie raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to speak. Xiao Rong got a headache when he saw his expression, so he quickly stopped him: "Okay, okay, I know you can do it, but it's useless if you can do it alone. You can climb up anyway, and those who can't climb up can't throw it up either. Besides, throwing it will make a lot of noise. If the rope breaks in the middle... Well, anyway, the disadvantages outweigh the advantages. It's better to let the soldiers go up with bare hands."
Jian Qiao was a capable man... He said that he could find four or five at most in the entire army, and in the end he really only found five. Jian Qiao found a bare, straight tree and asked these people to try to climb up. He organized the five of them and they climbed up quickly like monkeys.
The city wall is harder to climb than a tree, but with such skills, I guess I won't have any problems getting up there.
Five people, plus Qu Yunmie, that's six. Even if Xiao Rong had a cheat, he couldn't feel at ease. But he wouldn't tell Qu Yunmie what he was thinking. He just tilted his head and looked at the copper basin on the ground for a while, and saw his unclear reflection in the basin. After a while, he suddenly looked up and said to Qu Yunmie, "I brought the Chilong Sword."
A question mark appeared in Qu Yunmie's eyes. He didn't understand why Xiao Rong asked this question. He wouldn't give him the Chilong Sword. Besides, no one used a rapier on the battlefield. ...
Fortunately, Xiao Rong didn't know what Qu Yunmie was thinking, otherwise he would have kicked Qu Yunmie even if he was squatting. He just blinked his eyes, and then for the first time, he regarded Qu Yunmie as the commander of an army and asked him: "Do you think I can fight in the battlefield?"
Qu Yunmie: “…………”
His question confused Qu Yunmie. Qu Yunmie looked into Xiao Rong's eyes and found that he was not joking. It took Qu Yunmie a long time to speak: "You are a scholar, a staff member, and a military advisor. A military advisor does not need to kill the enemy."
Xiao Rong: "Prime Minister Gao is also a scholar, an aide to your father, and a military advisor to your father, your brother, and you, but he can even lead troops himself, let alone fight in battle."
Qu Yunmie: "You are different from him."
Xiao Rong hugged his legs, but suddenly he let go and stood up: "What do you mean by different? Am I not as brave as Prime Minister Gao, or am I not as healthy as Prime Minister Gao?"
Qu Yunmie: “…”
Life is really full of pitfalls.
He looked at Xiao Rong quietly, sweating a little on his back. Finally, he came up with an answer that would not make Xiao Rong angry: "It's not you, it's me who is not as cruel as my father. I will not let my military advisor fall into danger."
Feeling that this was a very nice statement, Qu Yunmie silently gave himself a thumbs up. However, Xiao Rong looked at him and said coldly, "Sweet words and flattering appearance."
Qu Yunmie: “…”
He was silent for a moment, then asked Xiao Rong: "Do you really want to go to the battlefield yourself?"
Xiao Rong hugged his chest. Qu Yunmie thought he would ignore her, but she heard him say stiffly, "I don't want to."
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