Urban Sims

Two days later.

On the western outskirts of the city, there are military guard barracks on the left and right.

Zhou Ming, who was dressed in silver armor, came to take over the command of the army under the leadership of Shi Guang, the Minister of War. As soon as he entered the military camp, even though he was mentally prepared, Zhou Ming was still surprised by the scene in front of him.

Fifty thousand soldiers, most of whom are over 40 years old. Many of them are gray-haired and tremble when they walk. The younger ones are either weak and disabled, or they are too young, only thirteen or fourteen years old. At the age of 18, he struggled to carry his armor and was drafted into the army to serve.

Zhou Ming made a rough estimate: of the 50,000 soldiers, not even one-fifth of them could actually go to the battlefield to kill the enemy.

As for weapons and equipment, it would be good if you could find a long gun that didn't have much rust. Most of the iron armor, leather armor, and shields were rusty, rotten, moth-eaten, and moldy, making them useless.

The grain and grass supplies in the warehouse are also pitiful. At most, they can feed the 50,000 troops for a month.

After understanding the general situation and having an idea, Zhou Ming did not complain to Shi Guang, who had a strange smile on his face. This made Shi Guang, who had already prepared an excuse, very depressed.

"Beat the generals' drums and summon the soldiers to the main campus!"

Zhou Ming said to Li Dazui. Li Dazui nodded, took the drum stick and started beating "dong dong dong" on the huge cowhide drum.

After the three-tone drum sounded, the time was extended for two quarters of an hour. In the main campus, everyone was basically present. However, they only stood in the sun for a while when a sound of complaints was heard below, and there were some veterans. So they just went there. Sitting on the ground, he led a group of people to sit down. The military discipline soldiers responsible for maintaining the military appearance were scolded to no avail.

Standing on the high platform, looking at the ragtag group of people below, Zhou Ming knew: leading this army to fight is no different from running to die. A 5,000-strong army can defeat this army that is not even an army at all. Total annihilation.

So, after the general began to lecture, Zhou Ming only said three sentences, causing a great commotion, or rather a cheer, among the soldiers below.

"Those who are over forty and under fifteen years old should immediately return to the army, disarm, leave the military camp, and go home!"

"Those who are disabled or physically weak and are not suitable for going out to kill the enemy should immediately return to the army, remove their armor, leave the military camp, and go home!"

"If you are an only child, or a poor family with too many children to support, and your parents are sick in bed and cannot leave for a moment, you should immediately return to the army, disarm, leave the military camp, and go home!"

These three sentences reduced the number of soldiers in the campus by half, one-quarter, and one-eighth respectively. In the end, the number of soldiers left in the campus was less than 5,000.

In just three sentences, Zhou Ming reduced the 50,000-strong army under his control by 90%.

"Tian...Tian Zihua, you are giving up on yourself and do not want to complete the task assigned to you by Her Royal Highness the Queen Mother!"

Looking at the backs of the soldiers who cheered and left the barracks together after taking off their armor, Shi Guang, the Minister of War, pointed at him, his eyes widened, and he wanted to eat him!

These 50,000 soldiers and horses were specially selected from the 500,000-strong army of the 16th Guards by him according to Wu Sansi's instructions. The old, weak, sick and disabled, with low combat effectiveness! Not even cannon fodder, you will definitely lose if you go to the battlefield! What Tian Zihua did was tantamount to turning his army against him, because even if this army was defeated in the end, part of the responsibility would be passed on to him.

"Master Shi, I have submitted a military order to the Queen Mother. If the siege of Yumen Pass cannot be solved, please behead me. It will not implicate you. You don't have to be afraid." Zhou Ming comforted him.

"You are a lunatic who does not know how to live or die!"

Shi Guang cursed and ignored him.

…

Three days later.

All preparations were in place, and when the army was about to set off, there was a sudden noise outside the military camp.

But a group of young men dressed as scholars and carrying swords at their waists came to the military camp in groups, clamoring to join Mr. Zihua's army.

"Mr. Zihua, we want to join your army and go out together!"

"Mr. Zihua, you went for the righteousness in your heart. How can we be greedy for life and afraid of death! I am willing to fight the enemy with you and kill the enemy to serve the country!"

"No matter how strong the enemy is, so what? A man born in this world should fight with a sword and die standing tall on the ground!"

"Mr. Zihua, that demon queen is trying every possible means to harm you. Why don't we start from here and march into the imperial capital to eliminate all the traitors!"

"Mr. Zihua, I have long heard about your archery skills. I am also good at using a big bow. How about we compete on the battlefield?"

"Zihua..."

More than three thousand literati armed with weapons joined Zhou Ming's army.

And these scholars learned from the mouths of the soldiers who were sent home: Mr. Zihua, who was so kind and compassionate, released most of the old, weak, sick, and disabled soldiers, as well as those soldiers who had difficulties at home, back home. The entire imperial capital was infected by Mr. Zihua's benevolence and love, and rushed to discuss the matter. Countless people were moved to tears, knelt on the ground, and begged God to bless Mr. Zihua for his triumphant return.

Countless literati in the imperial capital were even more excited by this kind of righteousness. Many of them got excited and angrily took up weapons and wanted to join Mr. Zihua on the battlefield to kill the enemy!

Yes, they are all weak scholars with no strength, but they are also fearless. Even if they die in battle, they will die with honor and with dignity!

Zhou Ming happily accepted all these unexpected people. These were intellectuals who had read poetry and books. Each of them required at least ten years to cultivate talents. Why didn't he accept these precious talents? ?

Early on the fourth day.

After taking the oath to fight, Zhou Ming led this army of more than 8,000 people, rolling up the billowing dust and smoke, marching toward the northwest at a relatively fast speed of more than forty or fifty miles a day. Along the way, there were still literati. , or Jianghu Rangers joined, two to three hundred people of fresh blood joined every day, and like a snowball, the team became larger and larger.

You don’t even need to worry about the supply of food and grass, because along the way, there have been countless volunteers who have prepared food and grass supplies in advance, put them on the only way to march, and use them whenever they arrive, without taking a penny. A large amount of baggage transportation requires a lot of time and manpower.

And that night, when standing on the observatory in the imperial capital, looking at the literary star in the sky, emitting brighter and brighter light, Lai Junchen sighed, and said to Wu Mei beside him: "Your Majesty, This literary star can no longer be suppressed. From now on, it can compete with Ziwei emperor star. If there are a lot of people who follow the dragon to assist, this literary star can even be transformed into an emperor star. From your majesty, Fighting for the destiny of the world...and he has high virtue and supports the hearts of the people. If he intends to rebel, I am worried..."

"Is it?"

Looking up at the starry sky, Wu Mei asked noncommittally, and whispered to herself: "But Ai's family will not give him another chance, miss me 'Ghost Valley Seven Stars', in order to suppress this literary star, the five senior brothers, He stayed by his side for seven years, which is about the same, and it's time to end... For thousands of years, Guigumen has entered the world seven times, and has never encountered such a big change."

Lai Junchen nodded and said: "Senior Sister, although there are variables, this game of fighting for the dragon in the world, I, Guigumen, will definitely win another game! If you go down, you will definitely perish!"

Wu Mei nodded imperceptibly, but she didn't know why, but her eyelids kept twitching.

…

Two months later.

Zhou Ming led his troops, whose number had swelled to 20,000, to arrive at Yinzhou in Liangzhou, an important starting point of the Silk Road.

In Yinzhou, Zhou Ming stopped the large group of people, and then led Li Dazui, a hundred clan soldiers, and five martial arts masters who followed behind, and galloped westward on the pretext of doing something.

In the Gobi Desert, a group of people rode horses for most of the day and traveled more than three hundred miles without saying a word all the way.

And following behind, five white-haired and long-bearded martial arts masters who were over eighty years old felt puzzled, their mouths moved, and they began to communicate with each other using lip language.

"What the hell is this kid doing in such a hurry?" one person asked.

"Do you want to escape like this? Get rid of us?" Another person asked.

"That shouldn't be the case. He has tracking powder on him. No matter how far he runs, he can't escape from our grasp."

"Does he want to..." One person thought of a possibility and looked at the others.

"Alright, we, the Five Elders of Guigu, have spent seven years on this kid, and it's time to end it. We'll see where he goes, and we'll finish him after we get there!"

"But junior sister said that it would be best to arrange for this boy to die in the army, so as not to cause too much criticism. We haven't even reached the battlefield yet..."

"I can't control that much anymore. Now this kid is seeking death on his own initiative. I'll just wait until he's done with it!"

"Yeah, it's been seven years. I'm an old man and I can't play with this kid anymore. I'll let him fall and let's get rid of him!"

In the evening when the sky was filled with red clouds, a tall sand dune appeared in front of us.

A red flag was planted on the top of the sand dune. After seeing the red flag, Zhou Ming blew a whistle. When he heard the whistle, Li Dazui and a hundred soldiers behind him immediately dispersed to both sides and slowed down.

Zhou Ming clamped Chilongma's belly with his legs, and ordered Chilongma to speed up suddenly, almost like a burst of sprinting. Chilongma instantly opened the distance from the five martial arts masters behind him by as much as a hundred feet.

"This kid wants to run away!"

The five masters behind him were anxious and wanted to catch up with him, but the speed of their horses could not match Chilong, the thousand-mile horse, and the distance became wider and wider.

"Dismount and chase!"

A master jumped off the horse and ran wildly with both feet. What is shocking is that this person has a unique pace and a running speed like lightning. Not to mention that he is not at all slower than a horse, and he has gradually narrowed the distance from Zhou Ming. , after the other four masters saw it, they also dismounted and ran, their palms pressed together into knives, and they mobilized their inner strength, preparing to hack the man on horseback in front to death.

"Red Dragon, hurry up, hurry up!"

Seeing that the pursuers were getting closer and closer, Zhou Ming hit the red dragon horse's buttocks with a whip, and the red dragon horse screamed "Ang Lu~" and accelerated a little, finally reaching the top of the sand dune. When there was a group of people neatly arranged below, the red dragon horse went downhill and leaped three times with all its strength. Like a heavenly horse, it flew over a distance of 100 meters and landed behind the group of people.

"Fusiliers, fire!"

After landing, Zhou Ming immediately issued the order.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!" Rows of dazzling fires sounded at the same time, and the explosions were like thunder.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft!"

Countless high-speed projectiles came across the surface, and the five masters who were chasing after them saw the figure suddenly appearing behind the sand dunes. Before the expression of surprise appeared on their faces, amidst the deafening sound, the dramatic scene after the body was penetrated immediately followed. pain.

Four of the five people fell to the ground with disbelief in their eyes and died on the spot.

Only one person, because of his position at the back and quick reaction, was only hit by three or four bullets in the dense rain of bullets, and was slightly injured. After seeing four dead companions, his eyes were splitting, and he was inexplicably sad and angry, and he shouted wildly The names of several companions wanted to rush forward for revenge, but after hearing another sound like frying beans, they turned around and ran away. They were hit by more than a dozen bullets in the back, but they still had tenacious vitality and fled behind the sand dunes. , want to escape!

"Chase!"

Zhou Ming took the lead and chased after him.

Behind the dunes, Li Dazui and hundreds of clan soldiers, who had been waiting for a long time, blocked his retreat. They took out the revolvers in their pockets and fired thousands of bullets at him. Although they only hit 1%, they still failed. It also greatly reduced his escape speed.

"bump!"

Zhou Ming was the first to catch up with him, and kicked the bloody expert to the ground from behind. He was lying on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood bubbles, and wailed: "Don't kill me, don't kill me." Kill me! I am Qian Ji, the third disciple of Guigu Sect, leave me alive and I can help you fight for the dragon!"

"I don't care!"

Zhou Ming took out a revolver, pointed it at his head, and fired all the bullets, turning his head into a colander.

After asking people to move the five corpses together and confirming that they were all dead, Zhou Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

Got it done! These five system BUGs have finally been eliminated!

It has been seven years. Even Zhou Ming himself couldn't believe that he would be trapped in the imperial capital for seven years by five old men over eighty years old.

During this period, he had used force to challenge each of these five old men, but each one's force was unfathomable, and at most they were tied.

Because these five old men seem to have mastered a mysterious "qi training technique". They meditate for several hours every day to gather their inner qi and condense it into a gang. After that, they use some martial arts moves that even surpass Zhou Zhou's. Ming's understanding of martial arts in this world.

He wanted to learn this kind of Qi refining technique, but these old men didn't teach him at all.

In addition, these old men are knowledgeable and knowledgeable in various languages. They know lip language, ventriloquism, and even bird language, cow language, horse language, and cat language, and can drive some animals to do things.

There are also techniques of predicting the future such as stargazing, tortoise divination, divination, etc. Sometimes it is possible to accurately deduce what he will do tomorrow and what people or things he will encounter?

There is also a magical positioning technique. No matter where he goes, these old men can quickly find him. After many times, he will completely give up the idea of ​​​​escape.

In the past seven years, these five old men have brought great restrictions and troubles to Zhou Ming. They are also extremely loyal to Wu Mei and require them to never leave within ten feet of them at all times. They have really done it. Of course, Zhou Ming also thought about using the musketeers to kill them, but with these old men so close to him, what if the bullet accidentally killed him?

Moreover, if four of the five people cannot be killed in an instant, even if there are only two left, Zhou Ming's life will be in absolute danger, so even if there are many opportunities to take action, Zhou Ming will still There is no risk taking unless the success rate exceeds 80%.

Until today, after careful planning, Zhou Ming finally killed these old masters as he wished. He didn't want to listen to uninteresting nonsense such as "Ghost Valley Gate" and "Fighting for the Dragon", as well as those god-like chatter. He didn't want to hear so much about the conspiracy. He was talking about the musketeers. If they go over in a row and focus their fire, no matter how awesome they are, they will be defeated by me!

What other Guigumen and 10,000 musketeers are useful?

"Wu Mei, I don't care if you have more powerful tricks, don't provoke me again! If you provoke me again, I don't care what kind of powerful person is standing behind you, just die!"

…

Seven days later.

Outside the Yumen Pass, gunpowder smoke billowed. Half a million Tufan and Turkic allied troops were attacking with increasing force. The siege troops stood on the top of the city many times, making the pass teetering on the verge of collapse and imminent fall.

"In three days at most, this barrier can be broken, right?"

In front of the large army outside the city, in front of the Chinese army's formation, Lun Zanqin, who was riding on horseback, looked at Yumen Pass, his eyes shining with inexplicable excitement.

Thirteen years, he has been waiting hard for thirteen years! It’s finally time to wash away the shame and take revenge!

In order to achieve a balance in his heart, Lun Zanqin decided: after breaking through this pass, he would bloodbath the Yumen Pass and massacre all the men, women, old and children in the city!

Lun Zanqin made this decision to massacre the city. On the one hand, he wanted to release the hatred that had accumulated in his heart for many years. He wanted to completely destroy this city that had brought endless shame to him and drive it into the abyss!

On the other hand, Tu Yumen Pass was also to frighten the countries in the Western Regions that had recently surrendered, so that they would obediently offer the beauty's treasure and not dare to have the slightest idea of ​​betraying Tufan!

In addition to the Western Regions, he also has longer-term ambitions and plans, that is, he hopes to lead troops to attack the Zhongzhou Imperial Capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty in his lifetime, destroy this huge empire, and then enjoy the joy of living in that prosperous sacred city that makes his soul tremble. Countless Shang women have ascended to the Supreme Dragon Throne!

This dream is indeed a bit lofty, but it is not impossible to realize it, because Wu Mei, the Queen Mother of the Great Zhou Dynasty, is going against the will of the sky, causing the artifact to shake, and there are signs of a group of heroes vying for the throne. He only needs to watch the fire from the other side, wait for it to change, and find the right one. The time is right, take action again! It is not yet known whose hands the artifact will ultimately fall into.

When he thought of that wonderful prospect, Lun Zanqin was full of pride. He waved his whip and said to the flag soldiers: "Send out another two thousand slave teams and increase the offensive!"

Hearing this order, the Turkic King Ashina Gu on the side smacked his lips in distress. Luxury, too extravagant. In the past few days, Lunzanqin has invested the lives of 100,000 slaves in this fortress. , although the lives of these slaves are not valuable, and they are basically captured from various countries in the Western Regions, but 100,000 people, this is a staggering wealth on the grassland, almost equivalent to one million cattle and sheep, that's it Filled in?

Anyway, Ashina Gu was reluctant to invest so many slaves to capture a useless city. He also wanted to bring these people to the grassland to strengthen his tribe.

Lun Zanqin laughed at himself, saying that the older he gets, the more timid he becomes. As long as he takes Yumen Pass and sweeps the Great Zhou Dynasty, there will be millions or tens of millions of slaves waiting for them to capture. This small population in the Western Regions is not as good as that of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Half the state.

Ashina Gu shook his head and was noncommittal. He lived for more than seventy years. Among all the Turkic kings in the past, he lived the longest. He could live such a long life except for the necessary ruthlessness and ruthlessness. What's more, he is cunning and calculating, and knows how to assess the situation and act within his capabilities.

Lun Zanqin underestimated the Zhou Dynasty too much, or in other words, he underestimated those Central Plains people. Yes, the dynasty established by these Central Plains people was at its weakest. When the grassland peoples were at their weakest, they could plunder and humiliate them at will, and make them pay tribute and become ministers. It offers beauties and takes whatever they ask for, but when it is at its most powerful, it can also send troops to sweep across the grasslands, beheading Khans in thousands of miles of barbaric regions, and beating the people of the grasslands to the point where they lose their pastures and have to flee to the Western Regions.

Ashina Gu quite agrees with the Central Plains people's saying that "the five virtues have an end, rise and fall alternately, and reincarnate every three hundred years", because the rise and fall of the grassland tribes also conforms to this law.

Moreover, there is another rule: the Central Plains is in chaos, and the grasslands are strong; the Central Plains is strong, and the grasslands are in chaos, and it is impossible to be strong and strong at the same time.

Ashina Gu also knows that now is the period of strength for the Central Plains people and the period of decline for the grassland people. The best time has not yet come. Only when the Central Plains dynasty weakens and chaos breaks out, and the grassland people revive again, can the grassland people spread their teeth and spread their wings. Central Plains.

This process may take another hundred years.

However, now it was Da Zhou who was messing around and showing his flaws to give him a chance. Of course, he would not miss this rare opportunity to snatch a big piece of fat from Da Zhou, a tiger.

Ashina Gu also planned: After capturing the Yumen Pass in front, he will take the treasure population and withdraw to the grassland to rest and digest, and let Lun Zanqin gnaw on the hard bone of Dazhou first. If Lun Zanqin wins , he also joined. If Lunzanqin loses, I'm sorry, but the Western Region, which originally occupied half of the two countries, will now be exclusively occupied by the Turks...

"Report! A reinforcement army from the Zhou Kingdom came from the east. There are about ten thousand people, and they all come riding on camels. The weapons they use are weird! It seems that they all come with a big iron rod on their backs!"

At this time, a Tufan Tanma hurried over and reported.

"Iron rod?"

A look of puzzlement flashed across Lun Zanqin's face, and he turned to his third brother, Zan Po, and said, "Zan Po, you lead 30,000 elite soldiers, and you must wipe out this Zhou reinforcements!"

"yes, Sir!"

Zan Po led an army of 30,000 and set off. After a while, there was a sound of "bang bang" like a torrential rain ten miles to the east. A few moments later, dozens of wounded soldiers covered in blood came back in horror to report. Said: "Commander, Zanpo's army has been completely wiped out, and General Zanpo died in battle!"

"What?!"

Lun Zanqin was taken aback, and after asking about the situation, he still couldn't believe it, and immediately ordered one of his generals, Chi Song, to say: "Chi Song, you lead an army of 50,000, and you must destroy this Zhou army!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang!" The thunderous sound resounded endlessly. Lun Zanqin sat down on the horse and was restless after hearing it. Lun Zanqin himself was staring at the east. Jumping wildly.

"Commander! Marshal! Zhou Bing has a magical weapon in his hand, which is astonishingly powerful. The soldiers cannot resist it. Run quickly. If you don't run, it will be too late!"

General Chisong held an arm that was bleeding continuously and fled back in a hurry to report. Behind him were Tufan deserters all over the mountains and plains, panicking and choosing their way.

Behind, Lun Zanqin also saw the true face of that weird Zhou army: wearing green cloth clothes, holding magical soldiers that can emit flames in their hands, they were arranged in pairs and shot together, while the spitting soldiers hundreds of steps away The fans, on the other hand, seemed to be struck by lightning, pierced by the dense red stream of light, and then fell to the ground, howling and dying.

Lun Zanqin even saw with his own eyes: Those Zhou soldiers were bombarding them from a distance of three to four hundred steps, and there were hundreds of people on his own side who were knocked to the ground in pieces...

"Demon soldiers, demon soldiers!"

Lun Zanqin's chest felt tight, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood. He hurriedly shouted an order: "Withdraw the troops, withdraw the troops!"

The Turkic King Ashina Gu was also taken aback when he saw this scene, and ordered a cavalry unit of ten thousand people under his command to charge towards the Zhou army. As a result, amidst the sound of thundering beans, the people turned on their backs, leaving more than 3,000 corpses behind. Then, he turned his horse's head and ran away.

"Withdraw, withdraw!"

The 200,000 Turkic army fled to the north in a hurry, beating the horses desperately, abandoning the slaves and treasures, and those who had no time to mount the horses and could only escape on foot, rolling and crawling, only hated their parents for not having two more children legs.

However, none of the 500,000 troops of these two countries, together with their coach Lun Zanqin and the Turkic king Ashina Gu, could escape, because Zhou Ming led 10,000 musketeers to break the siege of Yumen Pass. The other two elite musketeers with 5,000 men each captured the Stone City on Tianzhu Mountain and the Dragon City on Dayin Mountain respectively. A pass fortress that you must pass through.

Among the two fortresses, the 5,000 Musketeers who had been waiting for a long time to work, killed 100,000 of the 300,000 remnants of the two countries who had fled here, and captured 200,000 on the spot.

"Master, what should we do with these prisoners? Should they all be sent to Penglai Island to work as slave labor in the development of the island?"

After the two armies met, the brigade commander Tian Zhiqing asked Zhou Mingdao.

"No need!"

Zhou Ming waved his hand and said in a cold tone: "If you bring so many people into trouble, shoot them all and trap them on the spot!"

"yes!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

…

Half a month later.

A piece of news that shocked the imperial court, shocked the imperial capital, and shocked ten states in the world came from the Western Regions:

Tian Zihua, the general of the left and right armed guards, led an army of 20,000, and defeated the Tufan and Turkic coalition forces outside the Yumen Pass in the Western Regions. He killed more than 300,000 enemies and captured 200,000 prisoners. Absolutely!

To prove the authenticity of this news, hundreds of heads of high-ranking generals of Tufan and Turks were brought with them, including the heads of Tufan Marshal Lun Zanqin and Turk King Ashina Bone. It was well prepared, carefully packaged, and clearly identifiable.

Wu Mei, who had ascended to the throne, changed her name to Wu Zhao, and called herself the "Holy Goddess Empress", in addition to this military victory, she also received a special "gift" from Zhou Ming.

This gift is naturally the head of the five elders of Guigu.

Upon seeing these five heads, Wu Zhao's body swayed, and she would have almost fallen if her junior brother Lai Junchen hadn't caught her in time.

"My five senior brothers, it was my junior sister who harmed you!"

Thinking of the care and love given to him by his five senior brothers during his training years at Shanmen, Wu Zhao was filled with sadness and couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Here's another letter!"

Seeing a letter inside a wooden gate where a human head was placed, Lai Junchen, with sharp eyes, took out the letter.

Wu Zhao grabbed the letter, glanced at it, trembled with anger, tore the letter into pieces, and then returned to the palace with boundless anger. Within two or three days, he had five people beaten to death. Seventeen innocent maids.

Lai Junchen quietly put the pieces of letter paper together on the ground and saw sixteen large characters:

So far, I don't want to offend you, but I still want to provoke you and take your head!

"Tian Zihua! How dare you provoke our Guigumen like this? Aren't you afraid of our dragon-slaying skills?"

Lai Junchen roared angrily.

but……

He also knew that all this was in vain.

Because now Tian Zihua has an undefeated golden body that can't even be broken by the Ghost Valley Dragon Slaying Technique, and after he disappeared without a trace with his 20,000 soldiers and horses equipped with magic weapons, what happened now? In the night sky, the stars are in chaos, and it is impossible to predict the future. However, the Wenxing shines brightly, and the light covers the Ziwei Emperor Star, and even faintly appears. The trend of controlling the entire starry sky is unstoppable...

With more than 7,000 words, asking for a monthly ticket is not too much, right?