Gu Qing felt that an unprecedented crisis was quietly coming.

There were no signs, it was just intuition. It was clear that Li Longji was worried and sent a cruel official to restrain him, but he just felt uneasy. The fastest update on PC::/

Therefore, before the cruel officials arrived in Anxi, Gu Qing had to finish the things he had planned to do slowly in one go.

He was worried that when the cruel officials came to Anxi, they would point fingers and deny all the changes he had worked hard to make over the past year. At that time, Gu Qing would be passive, not to mention that An Lushan was about to start an army. Everything Gu Qing did was to cope with the future. If King Qin of Guan is rejected by the ruthless officials, when troubled times come, Gu Qing can only be a piece of duckweed in the frenzy and drift with the tide, unable to change his destiny.

After the military order was issued, that night, Shen Tian led five thousand cavalry and quietly left the camp and headed north.

Some generals in the camp discovered that Shen Tian's troops were setting out, but no one dared to ask. Whenever a large army sets out, it is usually to perform a certain task, and the generals are all military men, so don't ask questions if you know you shouldn't.

Everything was going on in full swing, and the whole camp was busy overnight.

Li Siye stared at the red eyes, cursed and led Mo Daoshou around the camp. No matter what the name of the camp, he would sneak into the tent when he saw it. He brought it over, first looked at the arms, then the legs and feet, and finally looked at the waist and abdomen, then looked at the teeth. He almost looked like a chicken, then he swung it back like a chicken. Mo Daoying wanted this person. The brigade commander was unhappy and went to talk to Mr. Gu. Complain and complain, I just want people.

It is an extremely difficult task to gather 3,000 Mo Swordsmen within three days. Even if the conditions are lowered and lowered, there will still be very few Mo Swordsmen in the camp with tens of thousands of people. Li Siye is a natural tank type. Soldier, Modao Camp will be led by him in the future, and he really can no longer lower his standards.

In contrast, it was even more difficult for Chang Zhong to gather five thousand sharpshooters, and he almost committed suicide by killing himself.

In an army, marksmen are an indispensable branch. These people are rare treasures in the army. They belong to the archery branch, but are transcendent from the archery branch. Whenever the battle is critical? Or when the enemy is negligent? The role of the archer is highlighted. A cold arrow goes straight to the enemy general without anyone noticing? Sometimes an arrow can even determine the outcome of a war.

So there is an old saying that has been passed down for thousands of years? "It is easy to hide from an open gun, but difficult to guard against a hidden arrow."

For a marksman? This old saying is the highest praise.

In an army of tens of thousands of people, it would be great if there were more than a dozen sharpshooters? It’s not the target with ten rings that hits half a bucket of water with eight rings? It’s the kind of god who hits the red heart with ten rings every time. shooter.

But Gu Qing's order to Chang Zhong was to gather five thousand sharpshooters.

Chang Zhong dares to swear on the names of his ancestors and ancestors. Even if he goes through all the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, he may not be able to gather 5,000 sharpshooters. This military order from Lord Gu is clearly intended His life.

What makes Chang Zhong even more confused is? What does the Marquis want five thousand sharpshooters? Expect them to kill all the enemies from a long distance when the two armies confront each other?... It's too naive.

After working all day, Chang Zhong was going crazy. He simply followed the example of the ancients and knelt on one knee outside Gu Qing's handsome tent with his upper body bare, as if he was asking for forgiveness.

If the cards were played according to the routine, Gu Qing should have run out barefoot at this time, helped Chang Zhong up with a look of love on his face, made sincere criticism and self-criticism to each other, and finally reconciled the generals.

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However, Gu Qing has never played his cards according to the routine.

When Han Jie entered the commander's tent to report that Chang Zhong was kneeling outside, Gu Qing was roasting meat in the commander's tent. He said "Oh" after hearing this. He planned in his heart to finish roasting the meat and then go out and help Chang Zhong up. After all, Chang Zhong would not be bad if he knelt for a while longer.

But if the meat is roasted for a while, it will lose its flavor, and the consequences will be relatively serious.

But after the meat was roasted, it was so fragrant that Gu Qing couldn't help but take a bite. His mouth was full of oil. Then he felt that there was something missing from the barbecue, so he took a small jar of wine and drank a mouthful of wine and meat.

After eating, I was eighty percent full, seventy percent drunk, and finally fainted and... fell asleep.

When Han Jie saw that Gu Qing only cared about drinking and eating meat, and ignored Chang Zhong outside, he thought that the Marquis intended to hit Chang Zhong, so he wisely did not remind him.

It was already midnight when he woke up. Gu Qing opened his eyes and suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten something. When he was about to remember something, a strong urge to urinate came over him. Gu Qing ran out barefoot for a convenience. When he opened the door of the handsome tent, he found that he was still there.

Chang Zhong kneeling outside the handsome tent.

Now Gu Qing finally remembered what he had forgotten.

Chang Zhong was already kneeling shaky and tears could not stop flowing. He thought that Gu Qing was completely disappointed with him and was planning to give up on him. Otherwise, why would he not see Gu Qing come out and help him up according to the routine after he had been kneeling for so long?

Seeing Gu Qing running out barefoot in the middle of the night, Chang Zhong, a seven-foot-tall man, burst into tears.

"Master Hou, I finally let you down!"

Gu Qing blushed, and then his thoughts returned to the old problem.

Chang Zhong knelt down for a while but it was not bad. However, holding in urine for a long time would have serious consequences. A virgin in two lifetimes must take good care of his body.

"Stop! I won't cry again later. I'm going to do something and I'll be back soon." After saying that, Gu Qing quickly ran behind the handsome tent.

After a quick sound of rain hitting the plantains, Gu Qing came back with his pants lifted and let out a long sigh.

Sitting cross-legged on the sand, Gu Qing and Chang Zhong faced each other.

"Stop kneeling, sit down first and stretch your muscles, otherwise your legs will become useless."

Chang Zhong knelt from afternoon to midnight, feeling the sadness of a hero dying away completely. Hearing this, he happily sat down on the sand, rubbed his numb legs, and let out a scream like a slaughtering pig.

Gu Qing looked at him sympathetically and sighed: "Tell me, why are you going through this? Whether you admit your mistake or apologize, why don't you sit in front of me and say it calmly? You have to go bare-chested and carry a few broken wooden sticks.

"Although the camp is full of men, your appearance is really immoral. You are kneeling naked outside the handsome tent. Those who don't know think you are coming to sleep with me. How can I be embarrassed..."

Chang Zhong was shocked.

Well... the fresh and refined ideas make people's scalp numb when they hear it. Even the standard routine of asking for forgiveness at first thought is normal, now I don't know why it feels a bit shameful.

So Chang Zhong looked around and looked around.

"What are you looking for?"

Chang Zhong's cheek twitched and he whispered: "General, I want to wear some clothes..."

"No need, just get naked. I feel ashamed now. Why did you go there so early? Ah, General Chang has a good figure. He is full of muscles..." Gu Qing admired.

Chang Zhong covered his chest in embarrassment: "Master Marquis, let the general put on some clothes...it's a bit cold."

Gu Qing pulled a special large bathrobe from the handsome tent and threw it to him. It was only then that the two grown men looked a little normal.

"Tell me, why do you do something so pretentious as asking for forgiveness?"

Chang Zhong lowered his head and said: "I'm sorry, Lord Marquis. Five thousand sharpshooters...are really not enough."

"There are tens of thousands of people in the camp, but you can't just capture five thousand strong men?"

Chang Zhong was stunned: "'Catch him casually'?"

Gu Qing nodded affirmatively: "Catch whatever you want."

"Master Hou, you can't just grab a sharpshooter. The talent of being able to penetrate the Yangtze with a hundred steps is given by your parents. We have tens of thousands of people in the Anxi Army. It would be good if we can gather ten sharpshooters. It is impossible to collect five thousand. Lord Marquis is really

It’s the end of the world.”

Gu Qing sighed: "You, you are really a pig-brained person, even stupider than a pig. Li Siye is such a stupid, rough guy, and asked him to gather 3,000 swordsmen, and he got half of it in one day. His brain is smarter than yours."

Wake up, it doesn’t matter whether he has talent or not, let’s gather the people together first. What matters is not the marksman, but the quota, understand? From now on, the marksman camp will say that there are 5,000 people."

Chang Zhong became more and more puzzled: "Why is the Marquis suddenly eager to expand the marksman camp? Even if it is expanded, we can't find some useless guys to make up the numbers."

"Just like building a house, lay the foundation, build the overall frame of the house first, and then slowly ram the earth and lay the bricks. These five thousand useless things are the frame. What I want now is just the frame. The frame is made

After that, we can eliminate them, and then slowly incorporate those with some real shooting skills into the marksman camp, do you understand?"

"I still don't understand why the Marquis is so impatient. Training a battalion of sharpshooters is a slow job and cannot be rushed."

Gu Qing sighed: "I have to be impatient, because the trouble is coming, and you will know in a few days. I have to build the framework before the trouble comes, and it is the same military order to gather five thousand divine archer battalions within three days.

Can it be done?”

Chang Zhong smiled bitterly and said: "If the Marquis just wants some people who are just trying to fill the gap, the matter can be done within half a day."

Gu Qing smiled and said: "Then half a day, I'll wait for you to come to Shuai's account tomorrow afternoon to give orders."

After pondering for a moment, Gu Qing's eyes flashed and he suddenly said: "Wait for me..."

After saying that, Gu Qing got up and went into the commander's tent. He quickly took out a piece of paper and handed it to Chang Zhong.

Chang Zhong took it, leaned against the dim torch outside the handsome tent, and took a closer look. He found that there was a slender pipe drawn on the paper. The pipe had a plan and a cross-section. The specific length and cross-section of the pipe were marked on it.

The diameter of the hollow.

Chang Zhong was confused and said: "Master Hou, what is this?"

Gu Qing paid attention to this drawing and said slowly: "This is something I figured out in my spare time. I want to know if the blacksmiths in the Western Regions can create such an iron pipe. The iron pipe must be made of hundreds of refined iron, and the inner wall must be

Smooth and straight, not allowing any bends or unevenness. Do blacksmiths in the Western Regions have this skill?"

Chang Zhong gestured and said hesitantly: "I'm afraid it requires extraordinary craftsmanship to make this thing. Iron pipes are easy to make, just make a mold, but the Marquis requires that the inner wall be as smooth as a mirror, and no unevenness or bending is allowed. This is

It's very difficult. An old blacksmith who has spent half his life working on iron can probably make it. Such talent is hard to find."

Gu Qing was not surprised. He hummed and said: "Please pay attention to me. If necessary, you can send a few people back to Chang'an to search and find someone who can build this pipe as soon as possible. I want not just one iron pipe, but many."

There are a lot of them, and the quantity is so large that one or two blacksmiths may not be able to cope with it."

Chang Zhong asked curiously: "What is the use of Lord Hou building this thing?"

Gu Qing sighed with a complicated expression: "This is a novelty that I came up with a long time ago. I always felt that the time was not right, and I might be guilty of it, but now I can slowly make some preparations until it is completed.

Finally, it will definitely scare you."

Chang Zhong grinned: "Master Hou can't scare the general. The general climbed out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. He is very courageous."

Gu Qing sneered: "Oh, you are so brave but you still keep covering your chest. Are you shy or afraid that I will molest you?... By the way, General Chang's muscles are really cute. How did you train them? Can you introduce your advanced experience?"

"Master Hou, don't, don't do this..."

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Half a month later, Pei Zhounan, the supervisory censor, arrived in Anxi.

Early in the morning, a personal guard scout came into the camp to report. Gu Qing nodded and said he understood, but did not leave the camp to meet him because it was against the rules.

Gao Xianzhi was the military envoy of the first town, and Gu Qing was the deputy military envoy and the prince Shaobao. They were second-rank officials and theoretically equal to the prime ministers of the dynasty. Pei Zhounan was just a seventh-rank censor, and there was no official in the officialdom to take the initiative to greet him.

If the principle of lowering one's official position spreads out, it will be turned into a laughing stock.
To be continued...