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Chapter 582: First courtesy, then force

Elementary school problem: Xiao Ming goes to school from home at 4 kilometers per hour. Xiao Ming's brother goes home from school at the same time, at kilometers per hour. It is known that the distance between home and school is kilometers. How long will it take for the two to meet?

What kind of school is 15 kilometers away from home? Why not take the bus? Why do you have to walk?

The Tibetan scouts usually consisted of two people, one in front and one behind. If the one in front was ambushed, the one behind still had a chance to escape and report.

Zhao Yushu looked at the scout who was staring at him from afar. The two shouted a few words to each other that no one understood. Zhao Yushu waved his hand and told the scout to go away.

Of course the opponent won't roll, so at this distance, you can try to shoot an arrow.

The aim was pretty good, and the wolf-tooth arrow flew straight towards Zhao Yushu.

Old Zhao caught the arrow, bent his bow and drew the arrow. The scout fell off his horse. The one behind him was much smarter and turned around and ran away.

"Really just one person?"

Cai Bang listened to the report from the scouts. This was the third team. Two of the scouts tried to provoke, but one was shot and killed, and the other one was beheaded. The other team turned back immediately after seeing it, and the other side did not chase them.

"On a!"

"How far is it?"

"Five miles!"

"Okay, let's set up camp here and cook a pot of meat. I'll treat him to a meal!"

Zhao Yushu was indeed hungry.

There was quite a bit of wine in the storage bag, but not much cooked food. He had finally carried the corpse to Jianmen Pass, but Li Qi got so angry that he ran away without even eating. It took him another two days to walk this way, and he had no other way to satisfy his hunger except to hunt wild game occasionally.

Zhao Yushu moved his nose and seemed to smell the aroma of meat.

No one dared to walk on this official road. After Liu Dalin left with the last of the defeated troops, Zhao Yushu was the only one left on the empty road except for the Tibetan scouts.

The huge army in the distance has stopped, as if waiting for him.

Just wait, you are just cooking meat for your own good, right? I will give it to you later.

The sun was shining directly overhead and it felt a little hot.

Cai Bang sat at the front of the team with his horse and sword in his hands, watching the occasional gust of wind blowing up a little dust, and at the end of the sun-scorched earth, a vague and distorted figure walking towards him in the distance.

Long bow with big arrows, iron sword as long spear.

"Good man!"

Cai Bang slapped his thigh hard and exclaimed in praise, while winking at someone beside him.

"It is undoubtedly the Third Heaven."

"Treat him as if he were in the fifth heaven."

Zhao Yushu stood far away, looking a little timid.

I have even faced the inner scene head-on. Although I didn't win, I didn't lose either. It stands to reason that except for those few people in this world, I can do whatever I want.

But it was indeed the first time for him to face an army of 3,000 in neat order as his opponent.

The last time I saw this kind of scene was when General Qi was practicing the Mandarin Duck Formation on the outskirts of Dongdu.

"Hey man, what's your name?"

Cai Bang stood up, took a few steps forward and shouted from afar. His authentic Chang'an Mandarin made people wonder if he had studied abroad in Chang'an Academy.

"Li Gui, known as White Whirlwind in the Jianghu."

"The nickname is a good one, but the name is a bit strange. Man, can you eat meat?"

"I'm hungry."

"Come, there's a big pot of meat. Let's eat it and then fight."

"it is good!"

Frankly speaking, Cai Bang's generosity made Zhao Yushu feel a little favorable towards him. Putting aside their positions, even if they were just enemies, Cai Bang's behavior was enough to be called a hero.

A huge copper pot, which could even be called a copper tripod, stood in front of the central military tent. There were so many pieces of meat rolling around in it that it looked like at least two cows had been slaughtered. No one knew where they got it from.

"The march was hard, and only some salt added flavor."

Cai Bang pulled out his long knife, picked up a piece of meat directly from the pot, placed it on a large leaf and handed it over.

Zhao Yushu casually stuck the spear into the ground, took it, blew on it, and took a big bite.

"fragrant!"

Cai Bang looked at Zhao Yushu's spear that he had let go of. There were wolves lurking in the enemy's formation, but he just let go of his weapon and ate the food given by the enemy. This man was either a green hand or a bold bastard.

Cai Bang laughed as he watched Zhao Yushu wolfing down the food. He also got a piece for himself, took a couple of delicious bites, and swallowed it without even chewing it carefully.

"It's a pity that there is meat but no wine, it lacks some flavor."

As soon as he finished speaking, a small bottle was thrown over. Cai Bang subconsciously reached out to catch it, and several guards immediately surrounded him.

"Get out!"

Cai Bang felt a little embarrassed. If the young man in front of him really wanted to kill him, why would he do it at this time?

Cai Bang pulled out the cork and a strong aroma of wine hit his nose, making him swallow.

"When did the Central Plains have such fine wine?! Come on, take off your armor!"

Two personal soldiers immediately stepped forward and deftly took off Cai Bang's armor. Cai Bang threw away his inner clothes, revealing a body of copper-colored muscles.

Zhao Yushu took out another bottle from his arms, took a bite of meat and took a sip of wine. Although he didn't say anything, he looked a little surprised. Why do you take off your clothes to drink?

"Good wine!"

Cai Bang drank the liquor in the small bottle in one gulp and let out a long breath: "Come on!"

With a crisp sound, a whip came over fiercely, Cai Bang's muscles tensed, and a blood mark immediately appeared on his back.

Zhao Yushu is not calm anymore. What does that mean? Performance art?

"Hahaha, don't blame me, it's a military rule that drinking alcohol will result in twenty lashes. As a general, I naturally cannot break the rule first."

Cai Bang remained calm and let the whip fall on his body again and again. Zhao Yushu stared at this rough general and finally realized that he was not a simple person.

If he is really pushed to Jianmen Pass, Li Qi will face a tough battle.

After twenty lashes, Cai Bang moved his back and put on his armor again, as if the bloody marks were not on his body.

"You have eaten the meat and drunk the wine. My dear, what do you want? Tell me now."

"You can't go there."

Zhao Yushu threw away the leaves, wiped his mouth casually with his sleeve, and pulled the spear from the ground.

"Are you a soldier from the Tang Kingdom?"

"No, I'm just a scholar from the Central Plains."

"Ha, it's rare for a scholar to have such courage. But man, our two countries are at war, and Tubo has the upper hand now. It's unreasonable for you to ask me to withdraw my troops with just one sentence."

Zhao Yushu nodded and patted the gun: "Of course, we can't just rely on one sentence."

"You are alone, but here there are three thousand fearless men, and a cultivator from the seventh heaven."

"I was also alone when I faced those more than a hundred knights before."

Cai Bang stroked his beard and said, "One hundred and fifty is different from three thousand."

"No, it's twenty times more, so I have to fight nineteen more times."

"Is that how you calculate it?"

"Isn't that how it's calculated?"

The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

"Alright! Form a battle array and let Li Gui see the methods of our Tibetan heroes!"

"please!"

"please!"