In Chang'an, in the courtyard of the Grand Marshal of the Republic's Radiance, the old Marshal stood in a small garden with a pavilion next to it. The top was like a morning glory that was blooming, supported by four white pillars. The top was inlaid with an exquisite red five-star, which was very eye-catching.

The four-corner pavilion is lined with stools. Walking along the winding path, a charming fragrance comes to your nose.

The old marshal was holding a kettle and carefully watering some flowers blooming in the cold winter. They were not as gorgeous as flowers in spring and summer, but they bloomed in the cold wind, with a different beauty.

Among them, plum blossoms are particularly flourishing. The delicate flowers are not afraid of the bitter north wind. They are scattered on the leaves, very beautiful, covered with a little frost. From a distance, they look like white clouds embedded on the branches, making winter more charming.

It was dusk now, and night was approaching. A bright moon was like leisure in the sky. It can be said that "the evening breeze fell on the plum blossoms in the courtyard, and the light clouds came and went, and the moon was sparse."

A personal guard came to the garden and said to the old marshal: "Major, the guests have arrived."

"Okay, come here."

Soon, the old marshal came to the living room, looked at the seven or eight familiar faces, and smiled knowingly: "Hahaha, are you all here?"

Liu Fusu, who was standing in front, nodded slightly to the old marshal and said with concern: "Major, are you still in good health?"

"Hahaha, everything is fine, come on, sit inside."

Soon, everyone sat around a stove. The surrounding home was simple. A small square table and several cushions were no different from the most ordinary civilians in the city. It made people never imagined that this would be the place where the old marshals would receive guests.

In addition to some order arrangements in the positions, the invitees sat down casually without the restraint of their usual days.

Soon, the guards brought a pot of freshly heated soy sauce, some snacks to satisfy their cravings, and placed them on the square table. Although this was just a trivial matter, the guards did not dare to neglect them. After all, the people gathered in front of them now with the highest power of the Republic.

"Come on, the winter is dry and fire-filled. I have asked someone to cook a little pear wine, but it's okay to drink it!" The old marshal was like a kind elder, greeting all the young people. He held a cup full of pear wine to warm his hands, glanced deeply at everyone present, and sighed, "Oh, there are many fewer people... many people..."

"Jiangzong, Sun Taiyan, Leng Luan, Leng Yuan..." It seemed that he was a little emotional when he touched the scene. The old marshal's eyes were a little muddy, and he recalled the past with sighs, "If it were 7 years ago, it would be so lively. Now he is leaving and dispersing, and he will never have the chance to get together again."

After hearing this, everyone lowered their heads and kept silent. Yes, this gathering was not a meeting, but a private meeting between the masters and disciples of the sect. In the old era, they would have been there every year, and the time was usually chosen around the New Year's Eve.

At that time, it was really decorated with lights, red balloons on the treetops, red lanterns under the eaves, and red firecracker chips on the ground. The master and apprentice gathered together, regardless of each other, and were enjoying the delicious wine and dishes.

But now, there is no such thing as family reunion at that time. Some have left, some have no time to come, and some have been buried in the wind and sand of the wilderness. There is only one of them left. The wine is still the same glass of wine, but people are no longer those people.

The old marshal was silent for a while, then suddenly patted his forehead apologetically and smiled apologizedly, "Hey, look at me, I'm old, and I can't control my mouth. I'm saying such words in a good atmosphere. Come on, I'll punish myself first."

The pear wine is not high, but the old marshal is old and his face turns slightly red after a cup of wine. But he still breathes a sigh of relief: "Hey, don't be idle either. Don't be so serious. Today I'm asking you to come and talk about business affairs, just reminisce about the past and talk about recent interesting news."

A general quipped: "Can we imitate the ancients and talk about heroes by cooking wine?"

The old marshal was amused and patted his legs and smiled, "Hey! I don't dare! Don't you hear that, and I'm just trying to move from the tiger's den, saying that the hero is shocked and killed people? Cao Liu's glass of wine is a fierce wine, we are good wine!"

Liu Fusu drank the wine in the glass and smiled and said, "There are no green plums and no thunder today, but we might as well discuss it!"

"Okay, okay, since we are all intrigued, let's discuss it!" The old marshal threw two peanuts into his mouth, chewing and thinking. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was intrigued. He knocked on the table with his finger and smiled, "This Northern Expedition made me deeply feel that there are so many talents in the Republic, and there are so many heroes. But now the Eagle General is showing its sharpness and has covered up many people. You have been in the army for a long time, so why not talk about it, except for her, who has the most eagle general?"

As soon as this question arose, everyone couldn't help but whisper. No one had thought about this question carefully. The meaning of the old marshal's words is that if one day Leng Yuan is gone, who can replace her?

After a while, a general smiled and said, "General Luo Hanlin, the general in Zhenbei, is one man in Fengyunguan, and he is the one who has retreated from the crowd of insects. He is powerful all over the world and famous in the nine provinces. How about it?"

The old marshal seemed to have expected someone to say that Luo Hanlin. He took a sip of pear wine slowly and said with a smile: "Everyone has a life. If he is young for twenty years, he must be the mainstay of our army. However, Luo Hanlin is old and has little time to go, so it is difficult to take the position of Eagle General."

Lu Changqing, who was beside him, thought for a while, asked: "Crow's black bones, although he was young, were brave enough to fight against thousands of enemies. He looked like a jade face but had a ghost plot in his heart. He was loyal to Leng Yuan. For his death soldier, can this woman be like an eagle general?"

The old marshal raised his head slightly and smiled. He stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Mo bones, brave and strong nature, and his ambition to fall into battle will not disappoint General Zhenbei. However, he has small plans but no strategy, loyal but not loyal and righteousness, and is only a dead soldier of the Eagle General, and it is not us who can use it."

Yue Runsheng asked tentatively: "Major Miyin Risako has a red heart, her magic gun penetrates the sun, the sky breaks through the dam on the shore of Lake Baikal, and the rebels flood the water, which makes the enemy scared and terrified. Can they be the general?"

The old marshal frowned slightly, but soon let go. He took a sip of wine and said slowly: "The strategy of breaking the dike is planned by the eagle general, not the strategy of the sound, and it is not my race, so it cannot be used."

"College Li Shunsheng is extremely talented and has a rich education. The general of the Northern Expedition Army was well organized and trusted by the Eagle General. How about this person?"

"Shunsheng is brave and resourceful, and is quite loyal. He is a good seedling, but some of his scholarly aura is a bit incompatible with the chaos."

"Lucky, unparalleled spiritual power, is loved by the eagle general, and even accepted it as his daughter. Can this woman inherit the eagle general?"

"Have you ever heard that the Eagle Flag Army can succeed the throne?"

"Captain Bailang! The head of the wolf pack is full of corpses everywhere, and no grass grows. The sect is almost killed by it. How about?"

"The pawn!"

Speaking of the latter, the generals present were speechless and didn't know what to say.

After a circle, the Eagle Flag Army is the most famous, and Leng Yuan’s six most respected confidants were evaluated by the Grand Marshal as one worse than the other, and one worse than the other.

In the end, the Bohai Sea landed, Shimen attacked, and the capital was beheaded. One person fought against the thirteen death soldiers of the northern rebels, killing the rebels, Bailang, who was frightened, was blocked by the Grand Marshal with the words "the front pawn" and was blocked back.

In this way, they really don't know what else to say...
Chapter completed!