Two days later.
A skinny bald horse was galloping in the wilderness, riding a skinny man draped in sackcloth, swaying back and forth, slapping the shriveled and shriveled belly of the horse.
To anyone who sees it, it looks like a traveler eager to return home.
He circled into a forest, quickly showed the token to a sentry hidden in a tree, and immediately got off his horse and ran into the forest.
In the forest, there are only trees left in the outer circle, and a clearing has been cut out for the army to rest.
The thin man who looked like a piece of paper turned into the main office, bowed down and said, "General, I'm back."
The superior Wu Yichun eagerly closed the Fusui map in his hand: "How?"
"General, what the letter said is true. There are indeed Han troops guarding the river. They not only cast sacks to cut off the flow, but also dug two ditches to let the river flow into the depression."
Wu Yichun laughed and scolded: "Damn, I really made up my mind to make that Ju Chen die of thirst in Fusui."
Both of his lieutenants laughed, and only one frowned: "General, are we really not going to help right away?"
Wu Yichun took a sip of tea and said slowly, "What are you afraid of? If you are thirsty for a day or two, you won't die."
Another lieutenant said, "Isn't it? That Ju Chen relies on his relationship with the king's favorite concubine's aunt and nephew who can't fight, it's not a day or two to put on a stinky air in front of our general, this time, he can accept it. Our love is over."
The man still had some objections: "General, this time we are sending food to Weiling City, but it has been postponed. Xuanwang of Weiling is not easy to deal with, if he complains to the king... "
"Complaint? What is he complaining about, a hero who just rescued Fusui from danger?"
Without waiting for Wu Yichun to speak, the lieutenant who had just spoken for Wu Yichun hurriedly appeared and slapped the horse: "The general is a minister of the Southern Border, and he is not a servant of his prosperous family, so let him shout? If the Southern Border is in trouble, the general naturally wants to rescue him. , Could it be that the safety of a city is worse than the food and forage delivered a few days later?"
The soldier is neither humble nor arrogant: "General, my subordinates still think that the troops should be divided into two groups, one way to deliver food, and one way to solve the crisis, without delay..."
The lieutenant frowned: "You join the army, why do you have so many words? You have to make a decision for the general? The troops are divided into two groups, what if the food and grass are robbed? What if there are not enough people to support Fusui and the losses are heavy? Responsible?"
The soldiers who joined the army stopped talking, handed their goodbyes, went out to check how the soldiers were camping, and told everyone to only eat dry food and never start a fire, so as not to startle the snakes.
Wu Yichun continued to drink tea, but his eyes were full of uncontrollable joy.
Without a naysayer, the people in the main account were relieved.
The lieutenant who loves to beat the horse earnestly said: "General Wu, when do we leave? That Yecheng is 200 miles away from Fusui, and when we arrive every five days, Fusui did not set off the bulletin declaring safety, didn't Yecheng take it in vain? Cheap?"
"Didn't I say, thirsty for a day or two will not die." Wu Yichun said with a smile, "Just the day after tomorrow."
The day after tomorrow, Wu Yichun will arrive in an instant.
He would not bother to think about the situation of Ju Chenjun, who was suddenly cut off from the water and was tormented in Fusui City waiting for rescue.
As soon as the day after night fell, he rectified the army and brought only a few horses for outflanking and pursuit, so as not to make too much noise and not be a qualified oriole.
The reason why he wanted to bring 5,000 people was naturally due to Wu Yichun's own considerations.
He didn't want his soldiers to fight to the death at all.
To put it bluntly, I brought 5,000 people and put them on display, not only for Ju Chen, but also for the Beifu Army.
He wanted to give Ju Chen a chance to get out of the city and break up the Beifu army's front, and by the way, it would be convenient for him to bring his army into the battle and capture Yan Yuanheng.
As long as Yan Yuanheng is captured, his prosperity and wealth in the second half of his life will be assured.
And his ambitious target is indeed in the frontier position three miles outside Fusui City at this moment.
Yan Yuanheng swallowed the wok head made of miscellaneous noodles, and the slag fell from his mouth.
Shi Tingyun, who was beside him, handed him water, he took a sip, and it was not until Shi Tingyun wiped the mouth of the pot and drank the same pot of water that he blushed.
He remembered the pot of wine that he had hidden, and an inexplicable emotion rose in his heart: "Do you often drink a pot of water with others like this?"
Shi Tingyun swallowed the water: "Yes."
Yan Yuanheng said solemnly: "This is not good. It will not be allowed in the future."
Shi Tingyun joked: "Yes, my thirteenth prince."
Yan Yuanheng turned his face, a little happy.
When he focused his eyes on Fusui City again, his expression became solemn again.
He said: "I shouldn't have fought this battle. I came to the border town, and it is true that I am on a hunting tour on behalf of the king, but I don't have to fight a victory to show me..."
Shi Tingyun smiled and put one elbow on his knee: "It's not for you."
Yan Yuanheng was not embarrassed, and said "uh": "That's..."
Shi Tingyun raised the water bag and smiled frankly at Yan Yuanheng: "For my country. Also, my king."
Yan Yuanheng understood the meaning of his words, was taken aback, and quickly lowered his voice: "Rude! Can you get drunk even by drinking water? How can you say this nonsense!"
Shi Tingyun squinted at him: "Will you speak out?"
Yan Yuanheng choked: "I..."
Shi Tingyun looked at him intently: "Thank you, Thirteenth Prince."
Yan Yuanheng turned his face and changed the subject bluntly: "...It's too risky. What if someone came to help, what if the people in the city planned to die? I think the art of war says, don't force the poor, if they are in a hurry, they can do anything. ."
Shi Tingyun said: "The thirteenth prince is right. It's just three points wrong in one sentence."
Yan Yuanheng: "..." He listened attentively.
"First of all, they are not poor bandits." Shi Tingyun said, "We cut off the flow of water. They still have wells and canals in the city. They rely on groundwater. Although they are tight, they can survive for five days."
Yan Yuanheng: "Five days?"
Shi Tingyun: "Our city is to release letters every three days to notify each other of safety. It is five days in the southern border. And Fusui has no beacon tower. Once the letter bullets can't be used, we can only wait for five days to pass. , The neighboring city noticed something was wrong and came to rescue. They knew that reinforcements would arrive in six days at most. What about the word 'poor bandit' for an army that still has hope?"
Yan Yuanheng thought, no wonder Fusui has only tried sending letters with carrier pigeons for a few days, and after being shot several times, she simply did not let go of the pigeons.
"Second, they won't break the net. Because they rushed out hastily, the fish will die and the net won't break."
"Like a multi-legged centipede, if each centipede has its own mind, then whether to go east or west, they can also quarrel. As I just said, they both fight Therefore, there must be two factions in the city: the main war and the main and the peace, and they are fighting fiercely. This kind of dispute alone is enough for their generals to have a headache, and the lack of water in the city will also cause People's grievances are boiling. If more water is distributed to the army, the people will be dissatisfied; if the army can't drink water, they will be restless. Officials are not pigs, they will choose to shrink in the city, mainly to appease the hearts of the people.”
Yan Yuanheng was fascinated: "Well."
When talking about the military, Shi Tingyun never cites the remarks of famous and condescending figures to support his point of view. Those military books are his enlightenment books, just like any Juren would not show off his erudition and versatility by saying that he can recite the Three Character Classic.
He spoke simple metaphors that even the common people who love listening to books could understand, the same as before.
In Wangcheng, he always felt that Shi Tingyun was not in line with etiquette.
It was only now that Yan Yuanheng discovered that such a time-stopping cloud was the best match for the starry sky, strong winds and fast horses in the frontier.
But he waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for Shi Tingyun's text.
Yan Yuanheng couldn't help but ask: "Then what?"
Shi Tingyun: "What and then?"
Yan Yuanheng: "You just said that I was wrong in three places."
Shi Tingyun: "Ah, I'll just round it up. I think three sounds more imposing."
Yan Yuanheng: "..."
Shi Tingyun laughed, the high ponytail was blown up by the night wind, brushed along his cheek, and a few strands flew past his lips, because his lips were moistened, and the hair was on the lips.
Without thinking, Yan Yuanheng raised his hand and helped him tuck his hair behind his ear.
Shi Tingyun paused and looked at his hand in surprise.
Yan Yuanheng's hand was still behind his ear, and his fingertips were scorched by the wisp of head.
… not right.
This is not right.
Yan Yuanheng quickly restrained his movements, but he couldn't restrain the heart that was beating faster and faster.
He retracted his hand and grabbed Shi Yuyun's kettle on the ground.
He had to grab something to keep his hands in custody.
Yan Yuanheng said softly, "Su Chang."
Shi Tingyun raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"
Yan Yuanheng: "...stop the clouds."
Shi Tingyun nodded.
Yan Yuanheng: "When the cloud stops."
Shi Tingyun almost laughed: "Thirteenth prince, you called me three names, what did you want to say?"
Yan Yuanheng whispered: "...What do you say."
Shi Tingyun: "What?"
Yan Yuanheng didn't know what he wanted Shi Tingyun to say. He just felt that if Shi Tingyun didn't say something, he couldn't help but say something.
When Shi Tingyun saw that Yan Yuanheng's face was wrong, he said, "You—"
Yan Yuanheng said at the same time: "You—"
When the two words "you" were merged into one, Chu Ziling and Li Yeshu hurried over and interrupted them: "Major General!"
"The Thirteenth Prince!"
Yan Yuanheng: "..."
His clenched fists loosened, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but a sense of loss followed, and he couldn't tell what he felt in his heart for a while.
After a while, however, he was out of ideas.
Where has Li Yeshu ever seen such a big battle, his face turned pale: "The spy... The spy reported that a large number of southern border troops suddenly appeared around Fusui—"
As if to echo him, the shouting and killing sounded like a ring to the sky, and it silently formed a circle around Fusui City, just like a group of wolves peeping at the back, and the group screamed when they were ready to attack. , stabbed people's scalp numb.
… good for a 3D surround sound.
Yan Yuanheng stood up abruptly, his face changed suddenly: "... Southern border troops and horses?"
"We surrounded Fusui like an iron barrel, how did this news leak out?" Chu Ziling said anxiously, "Major General, if you listen to this voice, there are three or four thousand people! Plus the two thousand military horses in Fusui City... General, take the Thirteenth Prince and go, Ziling is on the side to protect you, you will definitely be able to protect you from the encirclement!"
Shi Tingyun took two steps forward, turned his ears for a moment, and said, "How did you hear it?"
Chu Ziling and Li Yeshu were both startled: "Huh?"
Shi Ting Yun said: "What three or four thousand, there are at least five thousand people around."
The Fusui city gate, which had been closed for several days, gradually fell down, making a muffled creaking sound.
The 2,000 sergeants in the city who were ready to go, after hearing the horn to kill, also flashed the silver guns that had been wiped for many days, ready to sweep away the breathlessness of the past few days. Northern Army.
In the sound of killing from the sky, Yan Yuanheng looked at Shi Tingyun's back, and his eyes gradually lit up.
Is it...
Shi Tingyun turned his head and said with a smile, "... Third. Yuan Heng, what I'm waiting for is 'someone come to help'."
He drew a letter bullet from his waist, ignited it, and let it go into the sky.
The gunpowder Chi Chi pushed the letter bomb into the sky, and the pungent pine scent spread out with the white stars scattered all over the sky, which illuminated Li Yeshu's slightly confused eyes and Chu Ziling's pale face.
In the next moment, the screams of killing more deafening than the Southern Border Army rose into the sky, hanging in the sky, and the sound stopped Xingyun. Only the layers of echoes suppressed the shouting and killing of the five thousand bluffing grain transport troops.
The sound can be discerned, the number is as large as 8,000!
Li Yeshu came back to his senses, surprised and happy: "Why are there so many Beifu troops near Wangcheng?"
Shi Tingyun smiled and said, "They waited for four days, and we waited for four days."
"I failed the spot check this time." Shi Tingyun turned around and touched Li Yeshu's hair, "I am that person who is very happy? If I don't know your master, I will deduct 10 points; if I don't notice my intention to besiege the city, I will deduct 20 points. I have been worrying for many days, and even the taste of the tea is not right, and I have no taste, and I will deduct 20 points."
Li Yeshu blushed, and was both ashamed and joyful in his heart, and turned to fetch Shi Tingyun's silver spear and bow and arrow.
Seeing that Chu Ziling was still in a daze, Shi Tingyun ignored him and whistled, and his white horse rushed over.
Shi Ting Yun Yue got on his horse and adjusted the reins. Li Yeshu rushed over and threw the silver spear and arrow box into the air: "Young Master!"
Shi Tingyun caught it with both hands, the quiver on his back, and the silver spear in his right hand, and said: "Chu Ziling, divide five hundred soldiers to help my father break the surrounding encirclement, cooperate inside and outside, be sure to capture the opponent's general alive! Li Yeshu, stay here! In the camp, take good care of the Thirteenth Prince!"
After speaking, he lowered his head and stared at Yan Yuanheng.
"There is a small town in Fusui, which is not very suitable for the Thirteenth Prince." In the vigorous killing voice, Shi Tingyun said loudly, "Five thousand people are here to send, barely enough. The Thirteenth Prince, I will go at the end. I'll go back and see you later with Fusui."
Chu Ziling's face was ashen.
… how
He thought that Shi Jinghong and Shi Tingyun suddenly proposed to fight Fusui, but they just wanted to show Yan Yuanheng a battle that was sure to win.
Who would have thought that the young master was going for the army that came to rescue
Chu Ziling had long imagined that the only troops in southern Xinjiang that could be quickly mobilized near Fusui would be Wu Yichun's troops who delivered food. Greatly setbacks the spirit of the Beifu army...
However, who would have thought that they, who were planning to cooperate internally and externally, were instead made dumplings by the Beifu army
In terms of the fighting strength of Wu Yichun's army of transporting grain, let alone 8,000 people, even if only 3,000 people came, it would be enough to rush him to the ground.
Worst of all, it was Wu Yichun who came.
The words "must be caught alive" are still in my ears. Although Wu Yichun may die in the chaos of the war, or he may escape successfully, Chu Ziling can't afford to bet on this "perhaps".
If Wu Yichun is taken back to the camp alive, he will be finished!
For a moment, Chu Ziling even wondered if the young master had discovered that Nanjiang had placed a meticulous work in the Beifu army, so he deliberately released fake news to design himself, but after a change of mind, he felt that it was impossible.
How could he expect so many steps? How can it be calculated that Wu Yichun will come to aid
The son said that he was just testing Ashu, so he didn't say it clearly...
Chu Ziling collected all his distracting thoughts, turned around in silence, counted the five hundred sergeants, and rushed straight into the chaos of five thousand people who were already in chaos.
In any case, Wu Yichun must not live.
After Chu Ziling rode his horse away, Yan Yuanheng took a deep breath and turned to Li Yeshu and said, "Prepare the horse."
Li Yeshu was still immersed in the thrill of the reversal of the situation, his blood was inevitably surging, and it was difficult to calm down for a while: "... Thirteen princes?"
Yan Yuanheng held down the sword on his waist and said solemnly: "I am one of the three thousand soldiers in the siege, and I should also enter the battlefield."
At the same time, Wu Yichun was already panicking.
In order to facilitate sneaking, they did not carry many horses at all, and the Beifu Army, who had been guarding the periphery, brought a thousand cavalry troops.
When the battle started, thousands of troops and horses drove straight in, smashing the formation deployed by Wu, and then flanking left and right, the entire encircling formation went straight to the individual and turned on his back.
Wu Yichun's order was clearly to sit in the mountains and watch the tigers fight, and to reap the benefits. The soldiers never thought that they would be treated as fishing profits.
When Wu Yichun heard the killing sound, he panicked and hurriedly ordered to retreat, but after discovering that the mountains and plains were full of Beifu troops, he was immediately stunned, and he hurriedly took off his eye-catching armor and pulled over a man. Soldier, forced him to take off his clothes, put it on himself, and mixed into the fleeing soldiers.
If 5,000 people become 5,000 sheep who don't know where to flee, and 8,000 elite soldiers are waiting in battle, the defeat will only be a matter of an instant.
In less than three minutes, 5,000 people were killed and more than 1,000 people were killed. Hundreds of people hid in the nearby mountains and forests and fought stubbornly. The rest disarmed.
Wu Yichun, dressed in the armor of an ordinary soldier, squatted among the captured soldiers, fighting with each other and clenching his legs, for fear that the soldiers of the Beifu Army would see his jade-studded boots that he had not had time to replace.
He clasped his head tightly, covered in cold sweat with burrs, trying desperately to think about what he did wrong, but his mind was roaring, it was white, and he couldn't think of anything clearly.
Until he caught a voice: "Lieutenant General Chu? Was the Major General sent you here?"
... "Chu"
Immediately afterwards, he heard a young man's voice: "Yes. Are all the captured prisoners here?"
"Yes."
Wu Yichun raised his head and just met a pair of inquiring eyes.
Although he was surprised by the youth of the person in front of him, Wu Yichun had no time to take care of it.
With a look of help, he quietly stepped aside, pointed to his boots, and hinted at his identity.
Sure enough, Chu Ziling was as smart as Aisha described.
After talking with the soldiers guarding the prisoners, he ordered Wu Yichun to come out, saying that he wanted to go to another prison camp to identify who was the chief officer.
Wu Yichun stepped out of the team full of hope, followed behind Chu Ziling with low eyebrows and pleasing to the eye, and walked to the fence that surrounded them. There were no patrolling soldiers passing by.
Chu Ziling looked left and right, and gently lifted his chin toward the boundless darkness outside the fence.
If Wu Yichun met the amnesty, he would bow his hands and run wild.
Chu Ziling looked behind him with a smile.
Ten steps. Twenty steps. Thirty steps. Fifty steps.
… enough.
He drew out his bow, drew the bow and arrow, narrowed his eyes, and aimed at Wu Yichun's back.
When Wu Yichun stumbled forward two steps, he looked in disbelief at the iron arrow that pierced his chest, and when he fell forward, the young man's voice rang in his ears again: "Come on! Some prisoners want to escape from the camp! !"
Soon, all he could hear was the whirring of the wind.
Then, Wu Yichun's world completely quieted down.
…
The battle over Fusui ended very smoothly.
There was a sound of rushing and killing outside, and the people in the city thought that thousands of troops were coming, and rushed out with joy, until they came into contact with the Beifu army.
Some bravely fought, and some saw that the enemy was outnumbered, and they directly succumbed to retreat. The result can be imagined.
In the melee, it is really hard to find someone.
Yan Yuanheng killed several enemies with his sword, and stopped in the clouds as he searched all the way, but he could only see a touch of white in the chaotic battle, and a particularly eye-catching red mixed with it.
When he looked closely, he couldn't see anything.
After the victory was decided, the Beifu Army strangled most of the soldiers defending the city, and rushed in through the city gate they opened by themselves. Only then did Yan Yuanheng see Shi Tingyun sitting in front of the city gate high ground.
Yan Yuanheng took two steps forward and approached, but was stopped by a soldier.
Because Yan Yuanheng changed into an ordinary soldier's armor, the man didn't recognize the Thirteenth Prince, so he had to say: "Don't pay attention to the Major General. The Major General is a little weird today."
Yan Yuanheng was surprised: "How do you say?"
"When he encounters a southern border soldier, he seems to be crazy." The soldier lowered his voice, "I have been beside the major general, and I saw with my own eyes he dragged a southern border soldier to the tip of his spear and dragged him fifty feet. , and caused the horse to smash a person's head. Several times, the gun almost fell on me... "
Yan Yuanheng: "...Thank you."
After saying that, he walked straight over and knelt down in front of Shi Tingyun.
He called softly, "Stop the cloud."
Shi Tingyun raised his eyes, and a line of terrifying bloodstains meandered under his eyes, blood and tears were like blood and tears, and he was shocked.
He glanced at Yan Yuanheng, then lowered his head, looked left and right at the blood on his hands, and suddenly laughed.
He said, "...that's what it is."
Yan Yuanheng: "What's the way it is?"
"I would like to trouble the thirteenth prince to go to my father's central army to announce the order, and take advantage of the army to attack the Weiling."
Yan Yuanheng's intuition that Shi Tingyun is indeed different from usual, but he is determined to care about the military first. After all, he knows that Shi Tingyun cares about this most: "Weiling?"
Shi Tingyun smiled: "Wu Yichun's grain transport army did not go. Wei Ling is afraid that it is on the verge of running out of grain. Before the news spread, he quickly stripped the clothes of the prisoners and pretended to be the grain transport army, so that they could easily infiltrate the city. ."
Yan Yuanheng: "How about you?"
Shi Tingyun pushed back and stood up: "I'm going back, I have something to ask Mr.
He stepped onto the blood-stained warhorse with a tired expression: "Thirteenth Prince, please."
Although Yan Yuanheng didn't know what he was thinking, he gave him a two-word guarantee: "Don't worry."
It was clear to Yan Yuanheng that Chi Xiaochi rode his horse and headed for the town where they were currently camped, about ten miles away.
The greasy blood was blown dry by the wind in his palm, forming a cracked blood pattern, and the dried blood splattered continuously falling between the friction of the reins.
He didn't vomit, he didn't have nausea, and he calmly judged the situation in front of him.
He killed, killed himself.
No wonder Chi Xiaochi was still thinking about why it was already the eighth world, but the main god who had been targeting him would give him such a privileged status.
The son of an aristocratic family, born in a noble family, although the target of the task has the respect of a prince, he is currently just a little servant who looks up to him.
It was here waiting for him.
Shi Tingyun is a general, or a general known for his skill in fighting and bravery.
And if you have blood on your hands, you will be farther and farther away from the original world.
Even if it wasn't what he wanted, it was impossible to shirk cleanly.
It's not easy to forget the feeling of cutting someone's throat with your own hands.
So he was eager to go back, wanting to see Lou Ying.
The town was very lively, and several prominent officers of the Southern Border Army had been escorted to the town overnight for detention.
Arriving outside the town, Chi Xiaochi stationed his horse and stopped for a while.
He squatted by the creek at the edge of the town, washed the blood on his hands and face little by little, then took mint-flavored balm from the warehouse and smeared it on his body.
He mounted the horse, entered the city, entered the mansion, and skillfully touched Lou Ying's room.
He was weak, and he really couldn't wait, so he fell asleep first.
Left and right is also an expected victory.
Chi Xiaochi took off his armor, gently pushed open the door, walked to the side of the bed, and sat down gently.
The man was probably Jue Qian, and as soon as he sat down, he opened his eyes.
Chi Xiaochi said, "Sir, we have won the battle."
Lou Ying nodded: "Yes, I saw it."
Chi Xiaochi: "… Mr. didn't sleep?"
Lou Ying said, "I'm worried about you."
Chi Xiaochi rolled his eyes: "I just ran back overnight because I was afraid that Mr.
"Just for this?"
Chi Xiaochi said cheerfully, "Yeah."
After all, he lay down beside the bed with Yi, and said nothing.
Lou Ying felt a little disappointed in her heart.
... He didn't sleep all night, he just wanted to wait for Koike to come back.
How could he not know how Koike is feeling now
Whether Chi Xiaochi cried, scolded, or blamed the Lord God, Lou Ying only didn't want to see him endure like this, covering up his truest self and refusing to let others see it.
He didn't want to be the sun and idol that Chi Xiaochi admired with all his heart, he just wanted to...
Before he could finish thinking, Chi Xiaochi hugged him in his arms across the quilt.
His voice was as soft as a gust of wind under the window: "…Sir, let me recharge the battery for a while, please."
Lou Ying lost his voice.
After a while, he softened his voice and said softly, "Well."
The two of them just lay there until the noise outside began to rise.
Some soldiers saw Chi Xiaochi coming in, and also saw that the lights were turned off in the house, but the good news was not small, he hesitated for a while, but decided to announce the good news.
The soldier shouted in the yard, "Major General! Major General! Are you asleep? Vice-General Chu has done a great job! He shot Wu Yichun in the southern border!"
Chi Xiaochi raised his head suddenly, let go of Lou Ying, jumped up from the bed, and opened the door full of electricity: "Really?!"
"It's absolutely true!" the messenger said happily, "I heard that Vice-General Chu saw a person in the prison camp and felt suspicious, so he planned to take it to the general to see, but he was trying to escape halfway and was killed by Vice-General Chu on the spot. Later, we searched his body and found Wu Yichun's seal from him, and some people came to identify the body, it was indeed Wu Yichun, that's right!"
"good!!"
Chi Xiaochi patted his palm in joy and said loudly, "This is a great achievement! Announce the whole army and post a happy list! Chu Ziling killed the enemy's major generals and promoted him to join the army! Afterwards, I will have a feast for three days to encourage the bottom. A soldier from one's background, as long as he kills the enemy bravely, he will be rewarded with promotion!"
After the major general mentioned it, the messenger realized that although everyone called Vice-General Chu called Chu Ziling, he gave him a high look because he was making plans at the side of the major-general.
After all, he is still a humble slave.
Although Chu Ziling killed a general, he was just a sloppy general who transported grain. If the reward was too heavy, it would not be beautiful.
Now, he has got a small battalion to join the army. It can be seen that the major general is not partial, and the banquet can be said to be a celebration for the whole army. Besides, everyone will inevitably think that a slave has made a contribution. Everyone can get a job in the army, but what about other people with citizenship? The messenger's background is not high, and he was encouraged by hearing the words, and he folded his hands excitedly: "Yes, Major General, I will give the order!"
At the end, Chi Xiaochi did not forget to remind him intimately: "The farther the better, the better to let the people of the southern border know that their general was killed by a little one of ours named Chu Ziling, and it was a good setback for the southern border. Human spirit!"
Solar Lou Ying on the bed does not need to see it with his own eyes, he can think of the smug look of the people outside, who can't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
It seems that the battery is replenished well.
And if he remembered correctly, the current cavalry battalion commander is the black tower man who gave favor to Chu Ziling at the beginning.