Jin Wushu buried his head and looked at the emergency report sent by the scout in his hand, showing a thoughtful look.
He looked so attentively that Wan Yan Yong, who was flushed with anger, pushed Xin Qiji to the end of the camp, and he seemed to be totally unaware.
Ever since his "Iron Futu" team was sneak attacked by the supervising army's observers overnight, and fell apart overnight, he has never dared to look down upon this supervising general who he had never heard of before.
However, under such circumstances, the Song Army still divided tens of thousands of troops and rushed to Shuzhou. This is really not like a general who knows soldiers and is good at fighting should be done.
What's more, at the same time Song Jun started to build a pontoon bridge beside Yingshui.
The golden man lives on horses. When riding on a horse, he is enough to cross the world, but he is the worst in water warfare in his life. The most important thing that the supervising military observer should do is to demolish the bridge so that he can build a pontoon bridge on his own. When crossing the river, he hit halfway, but now he is doing the opposite, which is really weird.
If it is not a trick to lure the enemy, the only explanation is that this order was not made by the general supervising army, but it was something that the supervising army general could not refuse.
Then there is only one possibility left.
His eyebrows gradually stretched, and he raised his eyes, looking at the sword-like young man who was looking at him with all his attention: "Why didn't you take action just now?"
"Oh?" Since entering the camp, Xin Qiji, whose divine consciousness has been locked in Jin Wushu's body, couldn't help but his face moved slightly, and the whole body was relieved.
Jin Wushu looked at Xin Qiji, with a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Your left foot has a stab wound as long as a foot and a half, but it is not full inch. The sergeant under this commander's account, I am afraid that no one can cut such a meticulous one. The scars come?"
With a loud sound, Wan Yanyong drew his sword out of its sheath almost at the same time, and pointed at Xin Qiji from a distance. The whole body's energy gathered, and the air in the entire camp seemed to grin coldly at that moment.
Although he could not see through Xin Qiji's injury like Jin Wushu, he almost intuitively felt that this sword-like teenager was an existence that made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
He has enough confidence that as long as Jin Wushu gives an order, his mind is already firmly locked in the young man in front of him. With the ebb and flow of the other, he can slash this potential enemy to the sword without any obstacles. under.
As the first master of the young generation of Jurchen, he never doubted his strength.
Jin Wushu laughed blankly: "Wu Lu, put away your knife. Hunter's knives are never used against beasts that have already put away their fangs."
He stood up, ignoring the stunned Wan Yan Yong, but smiled bitterly at Xin Qiji as if chatting: "We Jurchen are born hunters, but since Wulu and his generation are sensible, they have seen more Marching and fighting, but lost a lot of the ability passed down from the ancestors."
Xin Qiji looked at this big demon with three heads, six arms and blood-mouthed fangs in the common people of the Song Dynasty. That smiled face was the first time he had an incomprehensible thought.
Family, comrades-in-arms... The Jin Wushu in front of him is really burdened with too many blood debts.
That's why he would unconsciously kill himself in that period of time after entering the tent.
But now Jin Wushu's reaction was beyond his expectation.
He couldn't figure out what kind of idea this Jin Wushu was making.
After seeing the emperor's strategy that night, he had never doubted the emperor's plan.
However, at this time even he couldn't help but have a faint worry.
Jin Wushu had a full view of Xin Qiji's reaction, and said with a faint smile: "Just now, you had at least two good phone meetings, but you deliberately reduced your killing intent."
"You deliberately got into Jinying, not trying to assassinate this commander, but what do you want to do?"
……
Zhang Yuan, who has already been promoted to the province, used the polite and indifferent attitude that his identity deserves to oversee the prefect of Shuzhou who came to see him and the transport envoy who arrived here almost at the same time with Shengjia. After failing to do a good job of transporting the incoming military rations to neighboring states and counties, he tweeted a few unsavoury gossips and sent them away.
Shuzhou City is just a small place. At the moment this is the temporary visit of the Ziguan’s family, it is just a bigger garden. After all, the emperor’s personal expedition is to come to the front line in person, and to patrol and hunt for the revolution. The Quartet is different, it is the special order that everything is simple, and Shuzhou has not been particularly prepared.
It was just an order to transfer military grain from neighboring roads to Shuzhou, but the emperor's official family asked before he left Beijing, so as soon as Zhang Yuan arrived in Shuzhou City, he immediately found the prefect of Shuzhou and the transfer with the army. So, I deliberately asked about this matter.
Having lived in the palace for decades, he has already had an appropriate measure of what to do and what not to do. If it weren't for this, I'm afraid it would be difficult for him to live to this day.
He passed through the guards with swords and halberds in front of the hall, bowed, and entered the hall holding his breath.
The yellow gauze curtains on the hall hung down to the ground, making it difficult to see the scene behind the curtains.
Zhang Yuan did not raise his head at all. He just knelt down and paid a respectful salute to the emperor official who was supposed to be sitting there, and then began to report aloud the affairs of the talent: "Shuzhou prefect Huang Jiqian, with the army Deputy transfer agent Wang Boqian, please come in the morning to invite Sheng'an, the emperor official, in Shuzhou Mansion..."
In fact, based on his position, he has long understood that under the yellow curtain, the emperor's official family has never sat there at all, but he still bows and bows like a ritual, and has never been too slack.
He is the only one who knows that the emperor official family has never acted with the brigade from the beginning. All the way, under his arrangement, everyone feels that the emperor official family’s diet and daily life are normal.
Even he himself has completely convinced himself from the bottom of his heart that the emperor's official family has always been in this brigade, and he has indeed been at the side of the emperor's official family all the way.
If you say that this is only out of loyalty to the emperor's official family, it is better to say that it is because of the unstoppable fear of the emperor's official family deep in your heart.
In these days, Qin Hui and Qin Xi have also used various channels to inquire about the news in the palace countless times. However, no matter how rich the money is in front of him, he dare not be tempted at all.
Because he couldn't forget the days of thunder and rain, or the insidious and weak emperor official who suddenly became as mighty as a god and demon possessed by the gods, his pair of eyes were so sharp that they could penetrate the human heart.
Nothing can be hidden from these eyes!
Absolutely not!
So even though he knew the danger of war, he didn't feel the slightest worry along the way.
It's just that today's conversation with the prefect of Shuzhou and the transport envoy with the army had already made him smell a little bit of golden iron horse.
Seeing that the front line of the confrontation between Song and Jin was approaching, the emperor official still disappeared.
He has been in the palace since he was a child, and all his knowledge about the outside world comes only from word of mouth, and his experience in managing things is only limited to those intrigues in the palace.
The Jurchen's iron cavalry is as fierce as a demon, even if the emperor official is brave, it must not be taken lightly.
As for the specific matters that Shuzhou needs to handle in Tunliang, I can only scare the prefect of Shuzhou and the transport envoys with the army with a straight face, but I really don't know anything about it, and I'm not sure.
If the emperor's official family doesn't show up again, he really doesn't know what to do next.
but…
He sighed slightly in his heart, finished saying what should be reported, and proceeded according to the routine: "I don't know where the holy driver wants to stop, please your majesty the holy judge!"
After a short, unexpected silence, he raised his head and was about to get up, when suddenly he heard a faint voice in his ear: "I see!"
Zhang Yuan was shocked, raised his head in disbelief, and met the familiar eyes of the emperor official.
The yellow gauze curtain was rolled up at some unknown time, and there was a smile on the corner of Zhao Kuangyin's mouth, as if he had been sitting on the dragon seat, and never left.
He looked at Zhang Yuan in the audience, and said lightly: "Go, and call me the prefect of Shuzhou and the transfer agent with the army."
……
Xin Qiji met Jin Wushu's eagle-like sharp eyes, took a long breath, and said, "I'm here to write the battle!"
"Zhanshu?" Jin Wushu's eyes showed an interesting look.
"Yes", Xin Qiji smiled slightly: "Under Shunchang City, the vast expanse is far and wide. It is just right for your Jurchen cavalry to fight on horseback. General Song is in Shunchang City, ready for knives and guns, and waiting for you to come."
He looked at Jin Wushu, whose face was so calm that there was no turbulence, and frowned slightly, and then said: "We Song Jianjun, even preparing to build a pontoon bridge for you and others, so that you can cross the river safely, and let you and Jurchen barbarians, take a look. What is a real soldier, and what is a real Da Song Ernan!"
"Humph," Wan Yanyong, who was already in its sheath, couldn't help but feel angry again: "The Song people, who had been scared by our big gold and iron cavalry a long time ago, were actually embarrassed to join us and let..."
"Did scared?" Xin Qiji interrupted Wan Yan Yong's words slightly jokingly: "The scene where General Wanyan passed by, don't you know which party was scared to scare?"
"You..." Wan Yan Yong flushed, but was speechless and right for a while.
Only when he took Xin Qiji into the camp to meet Jin Wushu, Xin Qiji suddenly blew a sharp whistle.
At the moment when the whistle sounded, many people were so frightened that they jumped out, roaring and screaming, causing a lot of chaos.
People are in panic, and all the grass and trees are soldiers.
He really didn't understand why he, the Fourth Uncle, who was never soft to the enemy, refused to kill this young man to sacrifice the flag to boost his morale.
Thinking of this, he almost wanted to pull out the knife for a while, just chopping off the young man in front of him like this, just like cutting off the devil in his heart.
"Ulu, shut up!" Jin Wushu's stern tone of reproach made Wan Yanyong's anger disappear and bowed his head.
Jin Wushu looked at Wanyan Yong's reaction, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but feel helpless.
Wanyan Yongneng stood out among the thousands of teenagers in the Jurchen royal family and became the recognized number one master. His mental cultivation was originally absolutely tenacious and fortitude.
However, when he faced Xin Qiji, he was so easy to get angry on impulse.
There is only one reason.
It's fear!
His violent rage, his rhetoric, are just concealing the fear deep in his heart.
The fact that the most elite 15,000 "Iron Buddha" vanguard of the Jurchen Cavalry was slaughtered by 50 Song soldiers has left fear in the hearts of even the outstanding Jurchen teenagers like Wanyan Yong. shadow.
These days, the escaped "Iron Futu" soldiers rushed back to the camp. Most of these people were mentally disordered. They were scared to wake up every day even in their sleep, so the news had already spread in the camp.
Unless he kills these sergeants outside the camp gate early in the morning, such a result is almost inevitable.
But he just didn't kill it!
Because this is the first battle that the Supervisor General of Song Dynasty fought with him!
He not only wants to win, but also to win beautifully.
Jianjun Song...
If you really think that this will scare the Jurchen cavalry, if you really think that this will blind this handsome, then you too underestimate the descendants of Bucuriyongshun!
He raised his eyes, looked at Xin Qiji's provocative eyes, and smiled softly: "Do you really think that just by taking over from the forward, the morale of our Jurchen cavalry can be affected?!"
Xin Qiji laughed dumbly: "The hero of the first generation, is it possible that he also closes his eyes and does not look at the facts before him?"
"Hahaha, in front of me..."
Jin Wushu laughed loudly, confident laughter spread throughout the camp.
"Five days, just five days!"
Jin Wushu looked at Xin Qiji: "After five days, I will let you tell me which side the victory will belong to!"
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"What? Is there anything wrong with Huang Qing's family?" Zhao Kuangyin's gaze was electric, fixed on Huang Jiqian, the prefect of Shuzhou, who was standing in the audience.
Huang Jixian was sweating all over his body, but he couldn't speak, he just whispered: "This... this... The migration of the people, there are many things, I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."
He struggled up and down for more than ten years. He had no choice but to exhaust his wealth and walk Qin Xi's path before being released as the prefect, but after all, he was placed in Shuzhou on the verge of the front line because of insufficient bribes.
If it weren’t for Shuzhou’s defense in front of Shuzhou, and Song Jin and the generals at the time, and he had already invested in all his property, he would really not dare to go to this dangerous place to become a magistrate.
He just received the news that Shunchang was moving 20,000 troops to the city of Shuzhou. He thought he was only here to protect the emperor's official family.
However, the order of the emperor's official family finally made him understand that this is not the case.
He repaired the city defense, collected food in Shuzhou, digging tunnels, and even ordered himself to immediately start moving the people in the city to the rear as quickly as possible. This clearly meant that Shuzhou was to be used as the main battlefield for the battle between Song and Jin.
There are hundreds of thousands of Jurchen people here. This little Shuzhou, a lone city, with narrow walls, can’t be compared to that of Shunchang. At that time, the army of Jinmen will arrive, with only 20,000 people. How many days can I resist
The most terrible thing is that the emperor's official sage is in Shuzhou City. If the sage is lost, my little Shuzhou prefect, I am afraid that his death will be a hundred times more cruel than the city’s failure to donate to the country. He didn't even dare to even think of running away.
He had a thousand thoughts in his mind, thinking about how to persuade the sacred driver to leave his Shuzhou city, only to collide with the emperor's official gaze that seemed to know everything, but suddenly his mind was completely blank, even half a sentence was complete. I can't say anything.
Zhao Kuangyin looked at Huang Jiqian's appearance and said lightly: "Huang Aiqing is delicate and expensive, how dare I let you take risks with me?"
Huang Jiqian's feet were soft, and he fell to his knees with a "plop", knocking his head like garlic: "Weichen dare not, weichen dare not..."
Zhao Kuangyin couldn't help but laughed dumbfounded: "Get up, Jun Wu joking, do you think I was laughing at you?!"
Huang Jiqian raised his head and looked at Zhao Kuangyin, his eyes flashed with hope and fear intertwined, but he did not dare to stand up at all.
Zhao Kuangyin said lightly: "Huang Zhifu, if you can mobilize all the people in the city to move out before the arrival of the Jurchen soldiers and horses, I will naturally send soldiers and horses to escort you and the people in the city to the rear safely."
Huang Jiqian stayed in a daze for a while, unable to hide the joy in his expression, and quickly bowed his head: "Weichen thank you Lord Longen!"
"I haven't finished talking yet." Zhao Kuangyin sneered slightly: "As the prefect of Shuzhou, you must be the last person to exit Shuzhou City except for the defending sergeant. Do you understand?"
……
Zhao Kuangyin looked at Huang Jiqian who had retire in a hurry, and the figure, who could not care about his demeanor, rushed three steps in two steps, a little coldness flashed in his eyes.
He believes that for his own life, this Huang Zhifu will inevitably not sleep in these few days, working day and night, in order to move all the people in the city out of Shuzhou City as soon as possible.
This kind of villain often handles things more efficiently than a true gentleman who can only follow the rules.
But don't worry.
He held his hand and watched the leaves of a Gongsun tree in the courtyard slowly fall, with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.
At least, the group of Jurchens will launch an offensive, and they will also have to wait until they themselves come out of the shadow of fear.