Lie Junhou [Rebirth]

Everyone went back to their tents to rest, and Lin Yi followed Lin Sihong to the commander's tent.

The camp was quiet, and there were reports piled up on the table in the big tent. Lin Yi sorted it out casually: "Have you never practiced the Sea Moon Formation in the army before?"

Lin Sihong nodded: "This year's spring will only start to arrange this formation."

Lin Yi leaned over and smiled: "Father, there are so many things to do in spring, the old men must be too busy, how about I help?"

Lin Sihong leaned on the back of the main seat, smiled and looked at Lin Yi: "Tell me, which general offended you?"

Lin Yi waved his hand: "Father, I'm serious. I tried this formation myself today. Why don't I go to Peng Mo tomorrow and help him train his troops?"

Peng Mo was the deputy general promoted by the Zhaowu Army last year. His father was Lin Sihong's former teacher, and he himself has made many achievements. Lin Sihong trusted Peng Mo very much.

Lin Sihong thought for a while, and said, "Peng Mo? Since it's him, let's go."

Lin Yi paced around the case for a few steps, then turned to look at Lin Sihong: "The Zhaowu Army has never slackened in these years, and you have gone home less often in the past two years. Is it... a war is coming soon?"

Lin Sihong smiled and looked at his son. The young man now has a tall and straight figure, with the usual heroic sharpness of the Lin family in his brows and eyes, growing up rapidly like a knot in a new bamboo.

"There will be a war within ten years, and it is necessary to make early preparations." Lin Sihong replied bluntly.

"Father", Lin Yi sat beside him, leaning towards Lin Sihong, "It's too dangerous, when the war starts, I'll go for you, and you just need to strategize in the rear."

Lin Sihong frowned, and a smile appeared on his handsome face: "Little Marquis, there are still many more important things for you to do than fighting. The position of Marquis Lie Jun has been given to you, and the position of General Lin will not last for a few more years." Not too late."

As early as when Lin Yi was 13 years old, Lin Sihong asked Emperor Yongguang for his order, and handed over the title of Marquis Liejun to Lin Yi, while he himself held the Kunwu sword and concentrated on managing the Zhaowu Army.

Lin Yi has long been the undoubted Lie Junhou, but because of his young age, everyone always calls him "Little Lord" and "Little Lord".

As for Lin Sihong, seriously, he should be called General Lin.

Lin Yi understood Lin Sihong's intentions when he received the news of Lin Sihong's death in Jinling in his last life.

Lin Sihong knew that the war was dangerous, and he did this to convey a message to Emperor Yongguang, and even to everyone, so as to ensure that Lin Yi would have enough room for buffering if something changed.

This consideration was indeed fulfilled. Once Lin Sihong died, Lin Yi stayed in Jinling for another year, and then Emperor Yongguang agreed with him to go to northern Xinjiang to take over the Zhaowu Army. Needless to say, the ups and downs in the middle, but at least Marquis Liejun’s mansion was not destroyed. The pack of wolves swarmed up and ate them up.

Lin Yi smiled, and didn't intend to persuade Lin Sihong to disarm and return to the field.

If only personal safety is considered, Lin Sihong can just go home to take care of his life, and the encirclement and suppression by Qianqi has no chance to happen.

However, for Yu Linsihong, Yu Liejunhou, and Yu Linyi, this choice is impossible.

When they are alive, they must burn their own lives to be the firewood for the well-being of all people and the cornerstone for the peace of the world.

Lin Yi stepped out of the commander's tent, the night sky in northern Xinjiang was full of stars, the torches lit on the ground stretched, and the orderly and powerful footsteps of the night patrol soldiers in the Zhaowu Barracks could be heard faintly.

He turned his head and glanced inside the big tent again, Lin Sihong's figure was as majestic as a mountain.

A relative took Lin Yi to the tent where he was resting. Lin Yi thanked him, opened the tent door and stepped in. He saw Xiao Huan sitting in front of the desk, writing something with a pen.

They always lived in the same room during this period, and Lin Yi went in very naturally, only to realize after a while why Xiao Huan hadn't arranged a separate tent for him.

Just about to turn around and go out to ask, Xiao Huan raised his eyes and saw Lin Yi, and said with a smile, "Why are you running?"

Lin Yi paused, and didn't ask any more questions at all. He went directly into the tent, sat down next to Xiao Huan, and saw the ink-stained letterhead on the table.

"Family letter?" Lin Yi asked casually.

During this journey, Xiao Huan never wrote a letter to anyone.

Xiao Huan shook his head lightly, folded the letter paper a few times, and put it in a moon-white envelope: "There are some things I need to let Nie Yanli do."

"Ruan Xun, who is there in your family, we will go to Jiangzhou in a while, I will prepare some gifts in advance."

Lin Yi took the sealing paint, and after burning it, he helped Xiao Huan seal the letter, watching Xiao Huan press the seal.

Xiao Huan put the letter aside and replied: "I don't see my father and brother very often, so don't think about it."

"What about Madam? Those who go to your house to talk about matchmaking must be out of three miles." Lin Yi asked with a smile.

Xiao Huan poured a cup of tea and handed it to Lin Yi: "Not yet."

"For the time being?" Lin Yi put one hand on the case and looked at him with his cheek propped up.

Xiao Huan looked up at Lin Yi, smiled lightly and said, "The time has not been set, but the person has already been set."

Lin Yi paused and asked, "What kind of person?"

Xiao Huan didn't seem to want to say any more, stood up, walked aside and took off his robe: "It's almost the same as you."

Lin Yi felt that he must have heard it wrong. Sitting by the case was a bit messy. Nie Yanli's voice sounded outside the tent: "Come to the door, Ruan Xun, if you don't have any clothes on, hurry up and put them on."

Nie Yanli opened the tent door and walked in, and found that Lin Yi was there, so she raised the corner of her mouth and smiled: "Hey, they are all here."

"What's wrong with the young master?" Nie Yanli walked over and tapped Lin Yi's forehead with his knuckles.

Xiao Huan picked up the sealed letter just now, and Nie Yanli took it and put it away.

Lin Yi got up and asked upon seeing this, "Are you leaving?"

Nie Yanli smiled and said: "There are many things to do, see you in the future, young master."

Lin Yi asked someone to take Nie Yanli away from the Peking Camp, and watched him leave in the night, a little lost in thought.

Xiao Huan raised his hand to cover Lin Yi's eyes, and gently led him to turn around: "Don't look, it's gone far."

Lin Yi's eyelashes swept across his palm, Xiao Huan put down his hand, Lin Yi raised his hand and gently held his wrist: "Ruan Xun, come with me to the Ninth Military Headquarters."

Xiao Huan walked back with him, and asked, "Young Master, do you want to train soldiers?"

Lin Yi laughed: "If the lieutenants in the army hear it, I'm afraid they will have a headache."

The next day, Lin Yi went to find Lin Sihong in the early morning. When he came back, he saw Xiao Huan and Fei Lingxue outside the tent. Wooden frames, small to fine knives, a dazzling array.

Lin Yi showed a bright smile at Xiao Huan and Fei Lingxue: "What are you doing?"

Xiao Huan watched him approaching, suddenly felt extraordinarily peaceful in his heart, and said with a gentle smile, "Ask Mr. Fei for some advice."

In Fei Lingxue's hands was a small piece of basswood, which was placed on the planing frame for trimming.

He was still dressed in plain white, with the cuffs rolled up neatly, and his black hair tied behind his shoulders. He was usually extremely elegant, and he was a carpenter, but he had no peacekeeping.

Lin Yi jumped to sit on the wooden fence next to the tent, remembering the mulberry wood butterfly that Xiao Huan took him to carve earlier, and asked, "Brother Lingxue, can a butterfly made of wood fly?"

Lin Yi didn't mention the wooden bird that Fei Lingxue used to send a message for help, but Fei Lingxue didn't mind, she put down the wood and clapped her hands: "I haven't tried this, the smaller the thing, the more precise it is, the more delicate it is, the more delicate it is." Difficult to do."

"What are you doing now?" Lin Yi saw that there were many mortise and tenon parts on the table.

"Thousand Stone Crossbow." Fei Lingxue said, "What I'm making now is a model, and the finished product will be much larger."

Xiao Huan picked up a wooden falcon, glanced at the drawing on the table, and helped Fei Lingxue chisel it, and said: "With human power, a hundred stones is the limit of a crossbow, and the strongest crossbow is only three. One hundred stones and one thousand stone crossbows are enough to take the heads of enemy troops in succession."

Xiao Huan glanced at Lin Yi. Lin Yi was one of the people who could shoot a hundred stones and shoot without fail, but he was usually very low-key. In the last life, an arrow took the life of an enemy general at the top of the city. technique is known.

Lin Yi knew that Fei Lingxue was really going to serve the Zhaowu Army. Fei's mechanistic technique originated from military weapons, and the Fei family didn't want to use the skills inherited in their hands to kill evil, so they always escaped from the world.

Fei Lingxue picked up the pen and adjusted the drawing: "I can rest assured that these things are in the hands of Zhaowu Jun."

"With Fei's origin, we will be able to create more powerful and exquisite things." Xiao Huan said.

Fei Lingxue said: "The thousand-stone crossbow is indeed only the most basic part, but what is the most practical thing on the battlefield depends on the thoughts of the young master and General Lin."

Lin Yi: "Small cities in northern Xinjiang are most afraid of encountering siege battles, especially after winter, when the troops cannot guarantee timely support, it is necessary to prevent the opponent from attacking the city, and at the same time break through as much as possible."

Fei Lingxue thought for a moment, then she had a flash of inspiration: "Qingyunarm may be able to do this."

Lin Yi sat on the wooden railing, his calves swaying slightly, and his red clothes swayed lightly with the morning breeze, his posture was arrogant and lazy, like a fiery red hibiscus, stronger than the scorching sun.

He watched Xiao Huan and Fei Lingxue discussing a few words from time to time, revising the draft and polishing the mortise and tenon joints. Xiao Huan was wearing a slim fit dress with the cuffs rolled up, revealing beautiful arm muscle lines, and the outline of his face was picturesque when he bowed his head.

Spring is like water in Saibei, and the wind from the thousands of miles of wilderness blows the rice paper on the table and brushes over their shoulders.

Xiao Huan often raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were gentle and focused, and the moment their eyes met, they were very peaceful.

Lin Yi was a little dazed looking at it, why did he trust Xiao Huan so much.

When I first met Xiao Huan a while ago, I always felt that Xiao Huan was a little cold, he didn't care about anything, everything was light and weightless to him.

Maybe it's because Xiao Huan's eyes are always very focused, those peach blossom eyes look into the hustle and bustle, but they always pass through the hustle and bustle, quietly falling on Lin Yi, ignoring other things, but he is very serious about him.

Such eyes cannot be faked.