Many major events happened in the 17th year of Xingwu in the Ming Dynasty. Peach plums in northern Henan bloomed together and became a sign of evil by people. It must be a disaster. But even in such a year, days passed day by day, and no great events occurred.

For example, the Jiangnan court appointed the eight-year-old eldest son as the crown prince, which should be considered a major event. But the world is determined and the royal family is a reasonable matter, especially the crown prince has a blood relationship with the Zheng family in Fujian. It was expected that the court made him the crown prince and it was not a major event.

For example, the imperial court appointed Li Si's second son as the prince of King Wuding, which is also something people can imagine, and nothing strange about it.

The loyal Bo Li Si fought in all directions, drove out foreign enemies and restored China, and expanded territory to fight south and north. He was already the first person in the world, whether it was military achievements or people's expectations. But in the past ten years, the court had been like a blind man and deaf man, just doing their people-oriented cause. He did not reward Li Si at all, even if he was nominally awarded title.

Until Princess Changping gave birth to a man, Emperor Xingwu immediately promoted Li Si to King Wuding like lightning. He was in charge of military, civil affairs in various provinces and was in charge of all external strategies. General Li had long been a de facto vassal state, and the title of the court was simply dispensable, and no one would take it seriously. Whether it was Li Si or the court, they were trying their best to maintain a fragile subordinate relationship.

Suddenly, the court's attitude made a big turn of 180 degrees. This title that almost recognized Li Si's independent status had no practical significance. But this period was indeed too "coincident".

Such a title should have been sealed more than ten years ago, but it has been delayed for ten years. It happened so suddenly until Princess Changping gave birth to a boy. Moreover, Li Si's second son, who was still in his infancy, was the prince of Wuding, so people had to think about it.

Li Si's eldest son is nine years old and was born by Ezi, and another daughter is four years old.

"Since those old school officials died, the court's generous and generous tricks have become more and more sarcastic, and they are so young and hilarious." The old charlatan Wei Wuya is really old, with white hair and white teeth falling apart. He even needs help when walking. The only thing he is so sarcastic and mean when speaking is not only not reduced, but is more than the past: "When Yang Tinglin and Liu Lishun and others are there, although there is no achievements in this big strategy, there are no major mistakes. He is considered to be a mature and steadfast. But since these old guys went, the new group of cabinet ministers have nothing to do except to make their people-oriented. The prince... Hehe, it's a pity that they can think about it. If Yang Tinglin knew the news, he would definitely jump out of the coffin and scold these ignorant juniors..."

The court's meaning was very obvious. He took the opportunity of adding Li Si to confirm the identity and inheritance rights of the second son. This second son was Li Si's son, but he was also Princess Changping's son and the nephew of Emperor Xingwu. After Li Si's hundred years later, he had a natural closeness to the Jiangnan court in terms of blood. If Princess Changping's "awareness" was high enough, as long as Li Si died, the court used some means of winning over the death army, and at least some of them would surrender to the court.

"Jian'er, what do you think?" Li Si asked Lu Jian with a smile.

Now Lu Jian is full of beard, covering most of the scars on his face. Although he is called by the Grand Marshal by his nickname, he is definitely not a small person.

The commander went to the Western Road of the Death Army, with nearly 70,000 troops in his hand, all of whom were elite soldiers who had fought hard for ten years, as well as a large number of artillery and experienced firearms. Wherever he placed, he was a person who could turn the world around. What's more important is that Lu Jian was already the Supreme Emperor of the entire Western Regions and one fifth of the White Food Empire. He could determine the life and death of those countries in one sentence, and his strength was so strong that he was against the sky.

Compared to the silly young man who couldn't kick a single fart back then, Lu Jian is now the real commander, and he is in charge of 40% of the armed forces of the dead. His opinions are crucial.

Emperor Xingwu also put a lot of effort into his nephew's inheritance of Li Si's mantle, but Lu Jian's strength was really terrifying. If he was for his nephew...

But now Lu Jian is already terrifyingly calm: "I will see whatever the coach looks at."

Li Si smiled.

Although he is still in the prime of Spring and Autumn Period, Li Si has to choose a future master for the Dead Army. Because Li Si himself is the creator and soul of the Dead Army, his influence cannot be replaced by any powerful faction in the army. No matter what kind of talented general is, it is impossible for him to truly lead the entire army of the Dead Army.

The current large-scale army of nearly 200,000 is now involved in a huge scale of nearly 200,000, and it involves more logistics, planning, auxiliary personnel, etc., leading the Shan, Shaanxi, Gansu, Ning, Shandong, Hunan, Hubei, Sichuan, etc., as well as various parts of the Central Plains, and governing the inner and outer Mongolia and the Western Regions. It is absolutely impossible to do without a strong core leader.

In the future, the candidates who will command the entire empire to die can only be selected from Li Si's descendants, and the eldest son is undoubtedly the best candidate.

The eldest son's mother is Ezi from Daoba Village. She has a natural connection with the top leaders of the army who went to the death, especially with Lu Jian, the strong support, and it is safest to inherit Li Si's legacy. But when it comes to strengthening the ties with Jiangnan, the second son is indispensable.

Fortunately, Li Si already has a perfect plan.

After more than ten years of struggle, we finally have the current situation. How many heroes have buried their bones in foreign lands and many heroes have become gods who protect the country? How come they think about them and make people sigh?

Over the years, most of the elders in the army who went to die have become great figures who control the situation. They have seen each other in a few years and have taken advantage of the opportunity that the world has decided to gather together.

The soldiers of that year have become the backbone, and most of the backbone of those years have retreated. Fu Erbian retreated first and has become an unqualified instructor. He has taken a group of young scholars to "travel around" all day long...

Nowadays, many of them are heroes who started their careers in the early days of the Dead Army...

"Dad..." The dead dog who had always followed the general like a shadow has grown from a half-aged child to a strong man. Perhaps because of his long-term protection, his toughness is even better than the past.

The dead dog held a shiny fork and stepped forward.

The forks that went to the death army have long been famous all over the world. Everyone present, including Li Si, have used such forks. However, in recent years, they have been in high positions and are often planning and rarely have the opportunity to get forks.

"Dad, someone has sent this fork."

After following Li Si for so many years, the dead dog has known a lot of things. What matters and what is not important, and it also knows something in my heart. It is quite a matter of being able to be sent by the dead dog to such an occasion.

As soon as Li Sifang took the fork, his face immediately changed and he stood up: "Where is the person who gave the fork?"

“Just outside.”

In these years, forks have largely become a symbol of identity, a symbol of glory, and represent a kind of qualifications and history. Today's new recruits have long regarded the fork soldiers as the fathers and brothers who created the world. It is like this that forks have made a situation and hope, and their thoughts are bloody.

For those veterans, a fork is more precious than their lives. As long as the person is there, the fork is there. Even if the person is gone, the fork will be passed on to his children. Now that the fork has been sent, it means that another comrade in the army has died.

The war over the past decade has accelerated the elimination and replacement of the army, and has left few fork soldiers at that time. Suddenly, another fork was sent back to Li Si. Everyone understands it very much: another good brother who once fought side by side...

Li Si silently handed the fork with countless meanings to everyone, and everyone passed it over and saw it...

No matter who it is, after looking at the fork, he is speechless like Li Si.

There are several crooked small characters engraved on the neck of the fork: Gengying, Lu Zhili.

Lu Zhizhi died of literacy!

Everyone's minds are very complicated about this world-famous traitor and the traitor in the army who went to die. As so many years have passed, although the general has never identified Lu's literacy identity, everyone has vaguely guessed a rough idea.

Lu Zhili and Dashui himself are actually one by one, but the Grand Marshal brought the army to the death to inherit the hard and uncompromising side, while Lu Zhili represents the weak side of tolerance and kindness.

As soon as he saw this fork, everyone understood. Lu Shili always carried this fork with him. He had never left the army to die and was always everyone's brother.

The meaning of the fork to the warrior is self-evident. Since the forks have been sent back, it means that Lu Shi Li has already fallen with many things.

The one who sent the fork was a thin girl with two small buns, she had not used a hairpin, and was wearing a rough and untainted skirt. Her big eyes were very pure, facing so many influential figures present, although she was a little timid, she also looked generous.

Li Si got up to the girl, looked at the child, trying his best to find Lu Zhili's face on her face. Although he was surging, he had already made his tone calmly and kindly: "What's your name?"

"Lu Pingshui, my father Lu knew to read."

The little girl is only twelve or thirteen years old, but she speaks very steadily, like a little adult.

When Li Si heard the word "father", he felt soft. He was only 39 years old when Lu Zhili was literate. He was a hero who was powerful and later scum who was scolded by thousands of people.

"How did Lu Zhili die?"

"Diet." The little girl looked at Li Si who was half squatting down: "When my father died, he had a last word saying that this fork was the master of the commander. I was afraid that I could not pick it up, so I asked me to send it back to the commander so that the master would decide whether to stay or not..."

What a literacy!

A warm current flowed through my heart and almost burst into tears on the spot.

After so many years, the generals present who dominated the side truly understood Lu Zhili's intention. No matter whether Lu Zhili is a hero or not, it is definitely not a rebellious person. Everyone understands it.

Li Si reached out to touch the child's head, as if he was kissing him.

"My father and his last words are left to the Grand Marshal..."

"explain."

Lu Zhili must have a last word, which Li Si can conclude. What Li Si said to Lu Zhili 17 years ago, and now only Li Si knows. After seventeen years of hardship and hardship, Lu Zhili can no longer respond to the words of the past, but let his descendants deliver the instructions of the past.

"I don't have any hardship."

This is the original saying of Lu Zhili.

What exactly does it mean? Only Li Si can understand it in the world.

"Very good, Lu Zhili is a good soldier, very good, very good..." Li Si wanted to laugh wildly, but couldn't laugh. He wanted to say something to the girl in front of him, but he couldn't speak.

This was the case for everyone present. It seemed that everyone had thousands of words to say to the girl in front of him, but they couldn't even speak.

"I understand, I understand your father's meaning very much." Li Si took the fork that determined Lu Zhili's fate and handed it to Lu Pingshui: "According to the rules of our army to die, this fork is yours. I said you can pick it up..."

The little girl had obviously received the teachings of Lu Zhili and knew what her mission was. Her tender face was full of solemnity, and tears in her eyes had already fallen on her cheeks, and she screamed loudly in a crisp and childish voice: "Lu Zhili requests to return to the team when she goes to the death!"

Everyone's heart trembled.

A new generation of troops going to die is about to rise.

There is no need to say much about how excited Li Si is in his heart. All his emotions are transformed into one sentence: "Lu Zhizhi returned to the team--"

"You...Liang Qianjin...is it okay?"

"My mother is in good health and has her eight-year-old sister..."

Lin Qianjin still didn't want to see Li Si. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Lu Lizhi's eldest daughter came alone.

"Okay, I understand. If you lack something... Forget it, I know what your mother thinks..." Li Si wanted to say something, but finally didn't say it.

In the winter of this year, the Baishi Empire finally sent an envoy to discuss peace talks with the dead army.

There has never been an eternal enemy, only eternal interests.

The troops who went to the death have stabilized the occupied areas, and immigrants from all over the country have become the main ethnic groups in the local area. Among the mixed ethnic groups, although there are often sporadic frictions or even bloody conflicts, the integration of the ethnic groups is unstoppable.

In view of the increasingly unfavorable war in the European War and the actual rule of the Dead Army on the Eastern Front, the Baishi Empire recognized the occupation of the Dead Army on the condition that it would jointly deal with the expanding Romanov Russian dynasty.

The White Eat Empire, which lost a large amount of population and wealth in the protracted war, could no longer make a strong counterattack against the expansion of the Russians and had to compromise.

Also as the end of the year approached, Zhang Dazhe relapsed from a headache and had no cure. He died on the way to India. There are rumors that Zhang Dazhe did not die because of the disease, but was completely murdered by his subordinates. What is the truth? It is hard to tell. The only thing we know is that Zhang Dazhe has worked hard for more than ten years and fell into civil strife. The Mughal Dynasty in India, which was shocked a day, immediately held a celebration ceremony, thanking the gods and Buddhas for destroying an Eastern thief who threatened the Buddha's kingdom.

Li Si did not expect that the death of Zhang Dazhe was very decisive and sent Huang Mian's troops to intervene with force, calming the disputes within Zhang Dazhe, and continuing to move south with this overwhelming locust...

The Mughal Dynasty soon discovered that these thieves who had long been salivating against the Buddha Kingdom were even more cruel and greedy.

The army blessed by gods and Buddhas could not withstand an enemy's charge at all. Even monk soldiers dressed in Buddha's clothes were invincible. These robbers had better discipline and higher organizationality, and their destructive power was even more amazing.

The crazy plunder among the people has reached an outrageous level. These people are simply devils. They even pick up the gold and gems on the Buddha statue, and transport countless rice, spices, jute and other items back...

Before the official responded, the business power with the keenest sense of smell had already been involved. This was the beginning of the disaster.

These people who are interested in the future can do everything, either buy at a low price or extort, and even more, they directly use force to suppress the submission and plunder by any means to make the local people in dire straits...

What these people did was simply unbelievable. Even the monks in the temple dared to tie them up and take them away with ropes. What else did they dare not do?

Wherever there is oppression, there is resistance. This is a universal truth. For the resistance force, it is a more bloody and cruel killing...

Seeing that the army was about to arrive, the Mughal Dynasty had to make concessions.

The war is temporarily over, and the struggle between the two sides has shifted from the war to the negotiating table. No matter what, the people can finally breathe a little relieved...
To be continued...