"Yes, my lord is wise." Wang Shi forcibly saluted and sat back in his seat. There are things that he knows he has said, and the people will not listen. It's better not to say that, so as not to upset everyone.

Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be there soon. After mentioning the matter of letting the Tanma Red Army kill Wen Tianxiang's sharp spirit, the centurion guarding the door hurriedly came to report, saying that another sentry on the other side of the Min River had arrived, and the banner was Tanma Red Army. The one leading the way in front was Bai Xu, the party member who came to deliver the letter last time, how to arrange it, please ask Wang Jiweng to decide.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'll work hard today and go outside the south gate to greet General Wanyan!" Wang Jiweng got up from his seat and said happily. The officials who surrendered in the Southern Song Dynasty had a low status in the Northern Yuan, and few people under their command could command the Han army and the Tanma Red Army. Da Chun transferred a team of Tanma Red Army to Fuzhou, without specifying who commanded whom. According to his official position, there is no doubt that Wang Jiweng commanded the Tanma Red Army. This not only reflects Dachun's attention to Fuzhou, but also represents Wang Jiweng's status in Dachun's mind.

A cadre of generals and staff stood up one after another, and followed Wang Jiweng out of the palace. When they came to the south gate, the sergeants guarding the city had already been ordered by Wang Jiweng to arrange for a fast boat to cross the river to pick up people. After a while, the people on the beach shouted and neighed, and more than 100 people and horses were the first to come to the shore with their horses. The centurion who led the team gave an order, and the men and horses quickly assembled into a team.

The war horse that stepped down was a high-headed horse in the northwest region, and the person on the horse was one of the best in a hundred. The soldier raised his sword in his arm, the tip of the knife pointing upward, flashing a chill in the slanting sun. The flag was fixed, the horns stopped, the soldiers and the horses stood still, like sculptures in an instant, as if even breathing had stopped.

"Elite!" Wang Shiqiang secretly praised himself. After all, he has led soldiers for a few years, no more than those staff members under Wang Jiweng's command, he has seen more of the world, and he can distinguish the good and bad of the team by his style. The centurion of the Tanma Red Army looked at the crowd that came to greet him, and Leng Sensen's gaze was just opposite to Wang Shiqiang's......

"Ugh!" Wang Shiqiang took a few steps back, and a chill rose in his heart for no reason. The opponent's gaze was like a knife, piercing straight into his strong heart

"Humph!" The centurion of the Tanma Red Army snorted coldly, stopped looking at everyone, and raised his nose high to the sky. More than 100 soldiers sat on horseback, their hands pressed on the hilt of their knives, and their eyes did not squint. On the beach, it was quiet for a moment, except for the big flag waving in the wind, there was no noise.

"Zhu...."Wang Jiweng's welcome words prepared in advance were all held in his stomach. His official position is much higher than that of a small centurion, but the other party insists on not stepping forward to salute, and as a member of the party, he naturally can't bow his head in front of the centurion. I had to hold back in embarrassment, and after a while, my face was already sweating.

Dock, disembark, and form a team.

Exploring the Red Army, War Horses, and New Annexed Army. The same movement was repeated by a sentry sergeant. Those who went ashore quickly lined up by the river. The coach didn't come, and no one took the initiative to greet the officials in Fuzhou.

The elite who dominates the world naturally has the arrogance of dominating the world. Before the Lord shows up, he does not need to give a salute to anyone. This is the rule set by Genghis Khan for everyone. When the cavalry was on the horse, even if they saw the Great Khan, they did not have to dismount.

Virtue! Not a bunch of uncivilized savages? Some of Wang Jiweng's staff scolded disdainfully, but they didn't dare to speak out. Ever since the other party came ashore, his hand has been on the hilt of the knife. Once you can understand the official dialect of the Great Song Dynasty, you will start to come to Biao. Comforting the adults may not be able to save everyone.

Let's wait honestly, who let us be Song people and surrender late. Someone is unwilling to comfort himself. The noonday sun shines directly from the unobstructed river, making people feel empty, and the scenery in front of them slowly becomes blurred.

Just when everyone was almost asleep waiting, the official boat specially arranged by Wang Jiweng finally anchored to the shore. The pedals were set up, and under the protection of the two rows of guards, a tall man slowly walked down.

"Xiaguan Wang Jiweng, lead the Fuzhou fathers and elders to greet Lord Wanyan", Wang Jiweng hurriedly stepped forward to salute, clasped his fists with both hands, and took the lead in bending his waist.

"Lord Wang, you don't have to be polite, you are a consolation envoy, it should be me to give you a salute" Wan Yan Jingyuan jumped off the deck with a smile and hugged Wang Jiweng's wrists. Although the half-familiar official dialect of the Great Song Dynasty sounds a little blunt, it reveals the shrewdness and practice of rolling in the officialdom.

In the end, he was given the clothes and armor by the emperor himself, but it was different from the soldiers below. Wang Jiweng praised in his heart, and the pent-up anger of the morning was swept away. "Where, General Wanyan is a generation of famous generals, and his official positions are all fought out with real swords and guns. Unlike the lower officials, it is completely dependent on the grace of the gods. The brethren are tired of saddle horses, and the wind is strong on the riverside, and it is not a place for the army, so let's talk in the city."

"In this way, there is Lao Xuan's consolation envoy", Wan Yan Jingyuan jumped on the war horse and said politely.

"You and I both serve the imperial court, defend this Fuzhou city together, and say that there is labor, please", Wang Jiweng asked someone to lead his mount and walked side by side with Wanyan Jingyuan.

From the phonetic, he could hear that the other party was not very good at speaking the official dialect of the Great Song Dynasty, so the statement was as clear and understandable as possible: "The city has prepared a barracks and a pavilion, and an official residence has been specially vacated for the general to ensure that everyone eats and lives well!" ”

"Thank you, Comfort Envoy, thank you", Wan Yan Jingyuan arched his hand on horseback, made a circle around, and expressed his gratitude to all the local officials in Fuzhou.

"General Wanyan turned out to be a guest, please first", Wang Jiweng likes his new partner from the bottom of his heart, he is tall and heroic, the soldiers under his command are strict, and there is no trace of the frame of the Red Army.

"It's better to ask the last general to join the adults", Wan Yankang replied with a smile, giving the pawn who led the horse a look. The pro-soldiers, who were good at observing words and feelings, immediately ran forward and gently pulled up the head of Wang Jiweng's mount.

"Please", Wan Yan Jingyuan looked back with a smile, and the two walked at the front of the crowd like good brothers who hadn't seen each other for many years.

"General Wanyan is polite", Wang Jiweng smiled heartily, and his heart was indescribably comfortable. The two generals were close to each other, and walked towards Fuzhou City under the support of their own soldiers. One thousand Tanma Red Army, three thousand new attached troops, followed behind the officials in no hurry. The smoke and dust raised by the people and horses gradually covered the official road in the distance.

The city of Fuzhou has not experienced war for more than 300 years. In November of the first year of Jingyan, the Mongols marched south. Song Fujian recruited Wang Jiweng to abandon the southern sword, go to Fu'an, and send people to pay money. When the Mongol army arrived at the city, Wang Jiweng responded and surrendered at the same time as the prefect Wang Gangzhong. This big city was used as the capital of promotion.

Zhang Shijie, the governor of the Song Dynasty soldiers and horses, tried to recover, and attacked northern Fujian with the giant thief Chen Hangyan and Mrs. Xu, the commander of the Xing Song army. Once again, the city and himself were at peace.

It has not experienced large-scale looting, and its important geographical location makes this Fuzhou much more prosperous than other cities in the Great Song Dynasty.

The courtyards of the ocean-going merchants, along the main street, are neatly arranged. The thick greenery shines through the courtyard, reflecting the coolness of the street.

On both sides of the street, the city's new annexes were densely packed. Behind them, incense sticks were set up in each house, and someone knelt behind the incense table on behalf of the head of the house, holding the lit sandalwood high above his head.

This is the highest courtesy that the people of Li have to those who protect their peace. A few days earlier, Wang had given an order to the gentry in the city, telling them that each of their families must be replaced by a man. Otherwise, he will be punished as collaborating with the enemy.

The whitewashed peace made the soldiers marching on the street full of confusion in their eyes.

"Hi", a ring-eyed man sighed, shaking his head. The whole picture is hidden under the brim of the helmet, and his expression is not visible.

"Phew", the people on the side of the street, secretly spit out. They had already understood that the so-called Tanma Red Army, except for a few officers, most of them were of Han blood. is a slave of others, but he is majestic in front of his father, what kind of ability.

Someone looked around suspiciously, looked at the soldiers marching in line, and quietly put away the sandalwood beside him. There is something wrong with the formation, although the murderous aura of this group is on par with the Mongols, but the eyes on both sides of the street are a little warmer.

This kind of warmth is definitely not something that a predator can have, but the demeanor of the master when he looks at his wealth.

In the center of the city, is the Fuzhou Metropolitan Governor's Mansion. In that year, the Lord of the Song Dynasty ascended the throne here, and changed the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion to the Vertical Arch Palace, and the Hall to the Yanhe Palace. After the Song lord entered the sea, Wang Jiweng's consolation envoy occupied here. Around the wide blue brick square in front of the hall, crowds of onlookers were crowded. Some people have never seen the legendary Tanma Red Army, so they came to see the excitement. More often than not, Wang Jiweng ordered his subordinates to forcibly drive him to welcome Wanyan Jingyuan and declare Fuzhou's loyalty to the Yuan Court.

"Look, here we are! Here it comes! Someone whispered. The sound of horses' hooves came from the street, and at the corner of the street, a few healthy horses flashed, and the banner of Dayuan stinged everyone's eyes.

"Kneel, kneel, light incense, light incense", shouted the new annex in the crowd. People were pushed and shoved, helplessly kneeling on the ground, holding the lit incense above their heads, and prostrating themselves without moving.

Wang Jiweng happily walked past the crowd, and as he walked, he happily introduced to Wanyan Jingyuan beside him, "General Wanyan, please look, the people of the city heard that you came to help them resist the Wen madman, and they all rushed to greet you, and the lower officials couldn't persuade them to go back!" ”

"Hmm", Wan Yanjing nodded happily from afar, and the horsewhip pointed at the crowd. Just now he walked on the official street, and this was the scene on both sides of the road. As long as there is a shop, the door must be open, and the owner and his companions kneel on the side of the road, placing incense cases, and swirling with blackened proofs of obedience.

"It seems that Lord Wang is very good at governing the people." In the Tanma Red Army, some generals smiled and nodded. Since the commander disembarked, they put away their cold faces, and gradually chatted with the local officers who came to greet each other, and the atmosphere gradually became harmonious.

"That is, after all, our lord has governed this place for many years, and he knows everything about the terroir and human feelings of this place." Wang Jiweng's staff replied. Before leaving the city, the ambassador had instructed everyone to greet the masters of the Red Army. As subordinates of the same qi, how dare they not do their best. Although these Tanma Chi officers, who couldn't distinguish the nationality, spoke bluntly, and people looked fierce, they looked very reasonable, not as vicious as the legend.

While speaking, the generals had already arrived in front of the Yanhe Palace. The smell of food wafted out of the temple, and the wind of companionship penetrated into people's nostrils.

"Lord Wanyan, please", Wang Jiweng jumped off the horse and made a gesture of welcome. The soldiers have their own special arrangements, and he will do his best to entertain the senior generals of the Tanma Red Army and the newly annexed army in the Yanhe Hall today.

"Don't worry, when I come, the prime minister will have an edict for me to read in public." Wanyan Jingyuan took the head of the horse, took a few steps away from Wang Jiweng, and said with a smile.

"Is it for the lower officials, so, the lower officials receive the order", Wang Jiweng was stunned for a moment, straightened out his official clothes, and replied with a straight face. I suddenly felt a little apprehensive in my heart, I don't know what tricks are sold in the gourd in Jiangxi Province.

"In this way, please accept the Prime Minister's edict from the officials of Fuzhou City", Wan Yan Jingyuan smiled and took out a piece of sheepskin from under the heart guard of the monkey armor.

Glancing at the monkey armor, Wang Jiweng's worried heart fell back into his stomach. Monkey armor is a famous armor in the world, which is only in the hands of Western Xia generals who have been passed down from generation to generation, and it is difficult for generals in other places to buy it.

"Handsome Chitose, Chitose, Chitose" Wang Jiweng bowed and saluted, facing the sheepskin in Yan Jingyuan's hand.

"Chitose, Chitose, Chitose", the officials of Fuzhou City lined up behind Wang Jiweng and bowed together.

"The prime minister has an order, Fuzhou Wang Jiweng, Wang Shiqiang, Li Xiong, Yang Weishi, etc., it is not good to defend the land, and the city has lost its land. They also colluded with foreign enemies and passively avoided war. He was ordered to take away his official position and be imprisoned pending trial. If there is resistance, it will not be forgiven, and there shall be no mistake. Jingyan 3rd year April ......"

"What?" Wang Jiweng defended loudly, and was just about to appeal that he was not passively avoiding the battle, when he suddenly heard the name of Jing Yan behind him, jumped up, turned around and ran behind the soldiers.

After Yan Jingyuan knocked his legs on the horse's belly, the war horse rushed forward a few steps, and jumped over the heads of the Fuzhou officials. Between three steps, he had already killed behind Wang Jiweng. With his left hand commanding, with his right hand slashing his knife, he dragged it in the wind.

"Poof", blood suddenly rushed up from Wang Jiweng's neck, and the headless corpse continued to run a few steps before falling to the ground unwillingly.

"Those who disobey, kill," Zhang Tang shouted in the ranks. Pretending to be the Tanma Red Army, the soldiers of the Broken Army who had been pretending to be Party members and Khitans for a day drew their sabers and unceremoniously rushed into the ranks of Fuzhou officials. On the school ground, a desperate cry immediately sounded. The officials who were about to flee were chased by their horses, cut down, or trampled down.

Seeing that the situation was not good, several clever people raised their hands and knelt on the ground.

"Those who surrender will not be killed, and let Lord Wen personally interrogate them", among the generals of the new annexed army who pretended to be, an old voice sounded, and the killing was stopped in time.

"Chen Longfu?" Yang Weishi, a celebrity in Fuzhou, raised his head from the ground suspiciously, just in time to see a familiar face.

"I can't imagine it, the old man will also lie and deceive people", Chen Longfu proudly pulled off his leather helmet from his head, revealing his bare head.

The people who were on their knees heard it, and they did not know why. Trembling, prostrate, and reciting the prayers of the gods from all walks of life, "Great mercy, great mercy, help the suffering...".

"Don't move where you are, we are the Broken Army, General Wen will attack Fuzhou and recover the mountains and rivers of the Great Song Dynasty", Zhang Tang shouted, commanding the cavalry to quickly spread out along the streets and control the various city gates.

Loud shouts of killing rang out from the city, and the infantrymen entering the city exchanged hands with the new annexed troops in the city. Several black smoke rose from the city, and the sound of explosions mixed with the screams of the injured spread throughout the streets and alleys of the city.

The new annex, which had lost its leader, ran in a panic, not knowing what to do next. Some people jumped into nearby houses and tried to organize resistance against the courtyard walls. More fell to their knees and raised their weapons above their heads.

"Hold these greedy dog officials who are afraid of death, and let them persuade the new annexed army in the city to surrender", Zhang Tang ordered loudly. Several soldiers rushed over, picked up the frightened local generals of Fuzhou from the ground, and walked towards the source of the shouting and killing.

"General Xiao, go outside the city to control the warships of the navy, as many as there are in the harbor, don't let them escape." Zhang Tang then issued an order to arrange for manpower to take over the water power in Fuzhou. Before coming, Wen Tianxiang specially instructed that no matter what, the dock should be protected and the strength of the future sailors should be accumulated.

"General Zhang, what about me", Wan Yan Jingyuan shouted loudly with Wang Jiweng's head in one hand.

"Take your clansmen and the first battalion to attack Gushan and Yanxiang Village, and tell them that Wang Jiweng is dead, and Fuzhou is already the world of the Great Song Dynasty."

Zhang Tang excitedly arranged and handled everything in an orderly manner. He was so happy, since he joined the army, he had never won a battle so easily.

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