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Jiang Lu opened his mouth and said, "Well, maybe this harp is to commemorate a certain hen who is very good at laying eggs."
"Is that so...why do I feel like Dagda?"
"With all due respect, what is your highest level of education?"
"I dropped out of junior high school..."
"You're laughing so hard, what's the difference between this and being illiterate? I'm highly educated, just listen to me."
"you are?"
Jiang Lu smiled slightly: "A high school student, and not an ordinary high school student. In the monthly test in the third month of the second semester of my first year of high school, I once scored a high score of 61 points in English. It is worth mentioning that the full score was 150. points, and all the tests were multiple-choice questions! In other words, my ability is not at all impressive!”
"Damn it! So literate? That seems really awesome." Chongpao nodded convincingly.
Two words were clearly written on his face - Approval!
Chapter 200 Jiang’s best of both worlds
Cu Chulainn followed Edward all the way north to the central region of western Ulster, bordering Connacht.
Across a mountain range, Cu Chulainn saw a Connaught army of about three thousand men waiting on the border.
"A lot..." Cu Chulainn's expression became a little solemn.
With such a number of people, even Cú Chulainn had to be serious, because even if he could kill the enemy in front of him in a very short time, enemies would continue to come from all directions.
They are not just wooden piles, repeating 1v1 with Cu Chulainn, but will seize every opportunity to find flaws in him and kill him.
As long as there is any negligence, a wound will appear on the body, and once the first wound appears, the number of wounds will spread like a virus, like a snowball, and the wounds will eventually turn into decline.
"Are you scared?" Edward mocked unscrupulously even though his life was in Cu Chulainn's hands.
"No..." Cu Chulainn shook his head: "I'm just wondering, the border between our two countries is full of mountains and forests, the terrain is complex and not suitable for large-scale warfare. Maeve has never gathered such a large number of troops, why this time..."
"Haha, I can't tell you this. Maybe Lord Fergus will tell you mercifully, but I will definitely not say anything."
I don't know if Edward is bluffing or if he really knows something but is unwilling to disclose it, but Cu Chulainn seems to be disapproving of this.
In his opinion, perhaps this army was not going for Ulster, but it was more reasonable to target himself.
However, Cu Chulainn would not give up his pride and retreat because of such threats. Even if it was a trap, he would just run into it.
He stopped asking any more questions and chose to ask Fergus directly.
But he still had the necessary vigilance, so while approaching this army of three thousand people, he was still looking for terrain that could avoid being attacked from both sides, in case he would lose his advantage in a fight.
Soon, he stood in front of the army's formation.
These Connaught warriors seemed to have been prepared for his appearance. They did not shout "Cú Chulainn is coming!" as soon as they saw him like the Connaught troops he had encountered before. Chaos and no order.
"Are they all elite?" Cu Chulainn muttered to himself.
Before he could call for formation, Edward said to a soldier holding a flag in front: "Please come here, Lord Fergus. I have brought Cu Chulainn back."
The soldier nodded expressionlessly, and then asked someone to go to the Chinese army.
Not long after, the Connaught warriors in front dispersed to both sides, and a middle-aged man riding a horse and wearing noble armor came slowly, surrounded by spear-wielding warriors.
"Fergus..." Cu Chulainn called softly.
"You actually called me by my name? It's really rude as usual."
Fergus stopped his horse with a smile:
"Long time no see, Setante, oh no, Cu Chulainn."
Cú Chulainn looked at the former King of Ulster, now wearing armor with the Connaught flag, and his expression became a little complicated.
"What do you want from me?" he asked.
Before meeting Fergus, he had many questions to ask and many things to explain.
But when he actually saw this long-lost old friend, he didn't want to say anything more.
No matter what he said, it was too cruel for both of them.
"Can't I see you if I have nothing to do?" Fergus said with some regret: "You are not as interesting as before when you sat on my knee and let me show you sword skills."
The familiar speaking style made Cu Chulainn feel a little emotional for a moment: "To be honest, it is not appropriate to talk about this now, but I am very happy to see that you can joke like before, I thought..."
He hesitated.
"Did you think I would die of depression? I guess you would say that, but it's a pity..."
Fergus shook his head:
"Before I send Conchieber to the other world and see the fall of Ulster, I will probably always maintain such an optimistic attitude, because if I am lost because of hatred, then who can give him his due? What about the sanctions?”
Cu Chulainn frowned: "So is this why you want to see me? To say harsh words to me? This is not like you."
"Oops, ouch." Fergus made an exaggerated expression, as if he had been greatly wronged: "Some people clearly said that when they grow up, they will take up the sword in my place and protect the important people, but it turns out that when they grow up, they learn to be sarcastic first. Me? It’s so sad.”
"I..."
Cu Chulainn was speechless for a moment, and after holding it for a long time, he replied with a grimace:
"I see that you are clearly mocking me, right? But to be honest, I never thought that one day we would meet again in this way. If possible, I really don't want to face you like this.
Fergus, believe it or not, I have always wanted you to come back, and I have always felt sorry and regretful about it. I often wonder if I could have prevented it all if I had been there at that time. "
"It's a pity, but I can't go back."
Fergus sighed, then changed the topic and asked:
"But from what you said, I can probably understand your feelings. Do you also think that what Conchieber did was wrong? If that's the case, why do you still fight for him?"
"Because he is a king after all." Cu Chulainn said without thinking: "And I am not fighting for him, I am fighting for Ulster."
"Ha." Fergus smiled but said nothing.
Cu Chulainn frowned at his contempt: "I think you should know that if I don't come forward, then no one can stop Connacht, and many people in Ulster will die because of this." ”
"Of course I know that, and that's not why I'm laughing."
Fergus seemed to have something to say:
"I just think that you have changed in many aspects over the years, but in some aspects, you seem to have stayed the same. You even have many ideas that coincide with mine. You are worthy of being the child I raised."
Perhaps because Cu Chulainn's expression was a bit strange, Fergus explained: "I'm not mocking you this time, I really mean it."
"Whatever." Cu Chulainn didn't care: "I think we've finished reminiscing about the past. Edward told me that you met me to end this war. I think it's time to get down to business, right?"
"Since you said so..."
Fergus shrugged:
"As you can see, Maeve gave me this army and wanted me, the person who knows Ulster best, to destroy it completely.
I think as long as you pay a little attention, you can find many familiar faces among them.
I say this to tell you that we are different from other armies you have encountered. We all have a blood feud that we have to ask for from Conchierb, and we know everything about Ulster.
So we are definitely not something you can easily solve. I hope you give up this idea as soon as possible.
I know that the reason why you have been able to cause so much trouble to the Connaught army is because you are good at taking advantage of the terrain.
There are many places for you to hide in the forest, but I really can't do anything to you.
But as long as you burn these tall trees, on the plain, you will face what you are now, a charge composed of thousands of people. By then, your advantage will be infinitely reduced.
There may still be some trouble, but you are not invincible. "
Upon hearing this, Cu Chulainn was horrified: "You are crazy! In this way, the whole of Ulster will lose its natural barrier, and countless people will be displaced. Do you really want to drag so many innocent people into the water for your hatred?"
"I know, of course I know, Cu Chulainn."
Fergus nodded, then asked with a smile:
"This is indeed too cruel, but this is all the disaster caused by Conchieber. If you want to hate them, you should also hate your own king. How can you blame me?"
Then, before Cu Chulainn, who looked at him like a madman, could say anything, Fergus continued:
"But after all, I am not a cruel person like Conchieber, and I would not do such a thing unless it was absolutely necessary.
What I'm saying is, the decision is yours, Cu Chulainn. "
"What do you mean?"
"There are two choices. Either I burn down the forest that has protected Ulster for thousands of years, and many people will be forced to leave their homes or even die. Or..."
Fergus stroked the long sword in his hand:
"Just don't stand in my way, declare to the outside world that you were defeated by me, and then let me kill Conchieber with my own hands.
Once that's done, I'll leave and figure out how to get Maeve to withdraw. "
Cu Chulainn was silent.
He did not accept either option, but he also knew that the initiative was not in his hands now.
He stared hard at Fergus.
Seeing that Cu Chulainn did not reply for a long time, Fergus still asked patiently: "In other words, do you choose Conchieber or Ulster?"
"this..."
"So, what you just said were not beautiful words, right?"
Fergus blinked:
"Or maybe I'm old and have bad ears. I just seemed to hear someone saying that it's better not to fight for Conchiebo, but to fight for Ulster.
If so, shouldn't the common people be prioritized? As for who the king is, it shouldn't matter, right? "
"But..." Cu Chulainn finally couldn't help but sighed: "What you want to do is to trample on the dignity of Ulster..."
"You are wrong." Fergus shook his head: "Everyone can do it, but only I can do this, because only if I step forward will I not lose the dignity of Ulster, because this is just My feud with Conchieber."
Cu Chulainn was silent.
"Think about it."
Fergus was no longer as cynical as before, now his face was full of seriousness:
"I will wait here for your reply. The time is three days. Once the three days are up, if you go back on your word then, you will have no chance. Even you can't do anything about this fire that will burn through half of Ireland. Stop it?"