"Don't worry, come first, the princess is too anxious." Wei Yang said, "After this war, we will have several years of peace. Then I will think of a way to write a simple and clear common dictionary, combining collective learning with self-study. In the future, everyone is literate, and they are not afraid that others will bully us by relying on their studies." Then he stood up and said, "Stay, I will go to war tomorrow. I must come back alive before I can find an opportunity to enjoy peace. Don't worry."

When I came out, the lights in the tent went out, and snoring sounded loudly for a moment.

Wei Yang picked up his sword and inspected the camp for a while. The sentry on duty immediately jumped up when he heard the sound.

"It's me." Wei Yang whispered.

This was until the second half of the night when Morigen was awakened by a beautiful dream.

He dreamed that Jiya had returned home well, standing among the flowers and smiling with the Han boy. Jiya was wearing a beautiful wedding dress, which was worn by the rich bride of Andingwei, and she also wore beautiful jewelry.

"They are really blessed. Queen Ma actually asked Han women to wear phoenix crowns and red robes when they got married. They were so beautiful." Mo Rigen was very envious.

Then he woke up.

He looked around and saw that his companions were sleeping soundly in sheepskin, and their scimitars were placed beside him, and even the kid Gergenf's bow and arrow were placed well beside him.

But where is Lord Wei, who is very rich but willing to have dinner with the poor soldiers?

Mo Rigen quietly stood up and was about to go out with a knife to search. The soldiers who were rotating at the door looked at him without stopping him.

Mo Rigen didn't feel happy and asked quietly where the adults were going.

The military servant said: "I was teaching a few idiots to learn to recognize words just now, but now I'm going to teach another group of idiots."

Do you also recognize words?

"Of course." Several soldiers raised their eyebrows.

Mo Rigen doesn't believe that everyone recognizes words, only those who have a nose that grows to the end of their hair will do it.

He followed the light and looked out, and found a tent with the lights on the side of the dirt platform.

But a low voice came from the tent.

What is this for?

Mo Rigen quietly came over and heard it, and suddenly she burst into tears.

Wei Yang was teaching several Tatar soldiers who had joined the army to join Hami to learn Mongolian scripts, and one of them was already a garrison.

Mo Rigen remembers that guy was very fierce. When he didn't laugh, he was so lucky that his face was so ruthless than Master Guan.

But the guy learned very seriously, lay on the sheepskin and held a small wooden board on his knee, and was writing Temujin over and over again with charcoal.

Wei Yang was talking about the Cang Wolf and White Deer. He did not admire these characters, but if the places they captured were all our places, they were ours, and they should recognize their historical status.

"I have a little more than you, but I can write dozens of words. What you have more than me is that I can say that there are not many words. In the future, the whole world must be unified and all the seas are included in the eastern civilization. There should be no boundary between the north and south of the Great Wall. We must pursue the path guided by ice and snow, and find the coldest north, and chase the North Sea where the stars sink. I remember someone said that the stars are the brightest and the most beautiful northern lights there, but if we cannot be as close as a family, let the Tatars and Oirats eat the food of the Han people, and let the Han people ride on the war horses they feed, we will not reach that mysterious place." Wei Yang said, "Bater, you must remember that the legend of the white deer on the grassland is flawed. What we need to do is to surpass the great cause of Tiemuzhen and reach a height that they have not reached."

The guard Bartel nodded firmly: "It will definitely be accessible."

Wei Yang smiled and said, "Okay, you should rest more. When the war is over, I hope you can produce a few talents among you to write the heroic deeds of no matter which clan the Han people recorded in the books of the Han people into stories that the Mongols can understand. We should praise the heroic achievements of Emperor Qin and Emperor Han Wu, praise the great martial arts of Emperor Tang and Emperor Song Zu, and also the iron hooves of our Genghis Khan, but we must also remember that Emperor Qin and Emperor Han Wu are certainly not perfect, and we should criticize their faults. Temujin is not right in everything, we must also criticize his shortcomings. Only in this way can we respect the stories of them and their heroes while promoting us to establish a great cause that is greater than them."

Everyone shrank their heads and felt a little nervous.

"If you learn hard, only by recognizing too many words from books can you know that many of the scholars are talking nonsense. We don't need to learn from their birds. What we have to do is to carry on the past and open up the future and establish a world that Qin Shihuang, Emperor Wu of Han, Emperor Taizong of Tang, Emperor Taizu of Song, and even Temujin, Emperor Hongwu of Taizu, who have never dared to imagine." Wei Yang laughed and said, "This matter is with me, you, and all of us, but the premise is that we first conquer this great territory and protect our study. Our children's right to study will not be taken away by anyone, and the emperor will not allow it."

Zhongjun was confused, but he didn't know the private goods he was carrying in his words.

As soon as Wei Yang opened the tent, Mo Rigen half-kneeled on the ground, saying only one sentence: "Mo Rigen firmly believes that he has no doubts anymore."

Wei Yang smiled and said, "You should go for a while, take a look, read more books, and get older."

Mo Rigen said nothing, and when he followed him back to the tent, he could no longer hear the rooster crowing far below the mountain, and the sky was about to brighten.

Wei Yang lie down in his clothes, listening to the wind blowing through the roof, and after his luck has lasted several days, his whole body is warming up. Now it is 40% off.

At dawn, the north wind roared the red clouds, and the snow at the foot of the mountain was rolled straight upwards.

Wei Yang got up and checked the mountain. When he returned at noon, the soldiers saw that he was full of energy and admired him. Even a martial arts master was shocked.

That guy is really energetic!

"It's a big snow to close the mountain, so it's hard to march, but we can't spend our time on Beishan. The entire army rests for a day, set off tomorrow morning, and wait for the day to attack at the Nanshan military camp." Wei Yang said.

He personally led an elite force to pave the road with dead grass on the trampled mountain path, and then took loess from the cliff to make it easier for the carriages and horses to pass by. He sent a large number of military rations across three mountains within one day.

The newly-edition Yiwei is known as a battalion of troops. It has already divided the battalion to control the Nanshan military camp. The nearby camp has been opened by the terrain. On the evening of the day, he set up a marching pot and made the served white flour into cakes, crushed the dried meat brought, and fryed it with flour. According to the fried noodles method that Weiyang taught the little princess several years ago, he added some mashed cheese to make it into dry food that tasted bad but could serve a full meal for a day, just waiting for the army to set off.

It is easy to eat for people. The war horses must be served with soybeans and salt water.

There is no better way to do this, only a quick march to the next enemy's site to conquer.

On the third day, the sky cleared.

Wei Yang looked at the plains of the south of the mountain. He saw the bleak sunrise and walked against the ground. In a moment, the mountains were already in the clouds. He found the soldiers who lived here all year round in the new third battalion, which he had already organized for him to command himself. Mo Rigen led the old soldiers to come. The old soldiers said, "This is a tiled cloud, there are tiled clouds in winter, and the weather is cold and sunny for days."

Go to the expedition!
Chapter completed!