Mr. Zhang was naturally respectful to the holy decree, but the box was empty, and he felt the urge to cry when he thought of it. How did he meet such a bastard boy, such a scoundrel, how did he sit in the position of the magistrate?

He had the intention to expose the evil deeds of "He Bufan" in forcibly robbing the holy decree in public, but as said in the Chinese military account, as long as he burned the holy decree, and then insisted that it was his Uncle Zhang who lost the holy decree in the middle of the night, this lawsuit would not know what year and month it would take to finish, and he would end up with nothing. Helpless and speechless, Zhang Laoguan had no choice but to swallow this breath and wait until he returned to the court, and then settle the general account together.

The toad cup is really thrilling, Uncle Zhang praised Liang Zhongshu after seeing it, and he hated Liangshan Song Jiang for daring to rob today's treasure.

Coming to the wall of Shuangbao Village, Uncle Zhang looked at the mass grave-like Ma Lingdao and suddenly asked, "Where is your formation?" ”

"What formation?" Tian Shiyi asked rhetorically: "Wouldn't there be no war without a formation map?" The last time the Liangshan bandits raided the Daimyo's Mansion, the Privy Council didn't have time to give the formation map at all, so did they have to open the city gate and let the thieves enter the city to burn and loot because there was no formation map? ”

Liang Zhongshu was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart, why did the topic come to me?

Uncle Zhang was also choked by Tian Shiyi, and hurriedly changed the topic, pointing to the messy Ma Lingdao and asking, "Why is this?" Make it so messy, how do you arrange the troops? How to fight the thieves? ”

Tian Shiyi replied: "Lord Zhang, you can ask Lord Liang, if it is clear that the chariots and horses are fighting head-on, the official army is the opponent of the Liangshan bandits?" ”

Liang Zhongshu sighed deeply, knowing that He Qincha had to drag himself into the water. In desperation, he had to briefly explain the combat power of the official army and the Liangshan bandits. Uncle Zhang also sighed after hearing this, and then asked Tian Shiyi's intention to make Ma Lingdao look like this.

Tian Shiyi's method is actually very simple, fighting the officials and soldiers head-on is definitely not the opponent of the Liangshan bandits, and the officers and soldiers are afraid that they will flee after a battle. Today's Maling Road is full of pits, full of horses and fences, naturally can not be lined up, but can be a bad battle. The officers and soldiers will climb here, and the Liangshan bandits will also be crooked. Fighting in such a place, strength is no longer the most important thing, the most important thing is luck. Whoever is lucky enough to be able to hack down a fallen enemy, and those who are unlucky will be blessed with their own blessings.

Under the heavy reward of ten yuan from the head of a thief, the officers and soldiers naturally wanted to rely on luck to make a sideshow, and it was difficult for a large-scale defeat to escape, because there was no way to attack on a large scale. You are rotten and I am rotten, everyone is fighting in the rotten field, it is better to be rotten so that the two sides are in a mess, you have me and I have you. If they are all rotten, they can't find soldiers, and soldiers can't find generals. Anyway, the officials and soldiers want the leaders to receive the rewards, and whether there is anyone to lead them will find a way to hunt down the heads of the thieves.

Zhang Shuye and Liang Zhongshu looked at Tian Shiyi dumbfounded, I don't know how this kid's head grows, and he can think of such a lack of moral ideas.

"Crooked." Uncle Zhang snorted coldly and said.

The scholars and doctors were naturally upright men and gentlemen, and if they led the troops, they would send someone to the other side to tell them before attacking the enemy, where they would do whatever it took to win the battle. What they want is the words of a saint, they want to be famous, or they want to be polite......

Tian Shiyi sighed lightly, there is a way to say that he does not speculate for more than half a sentence. We are not people of the same world, and it is impossible to reach a consensus on ideology.

Looking at the state army that was still "sabotaging" in Maling Road, Tian Shiyi chanted softly: "When you are drunk, you pick up the lamp and look at the sword, and dream of blowing the horn company camp." Eight hundred miles of fire, fifty strings turned over the outside sound, and the battlefield was an autumn soldier. The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt. But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death. Poor white happens! ”

In a song "Breaking the Array", Zhang Shuye and Liang Zhongshu looked at the young Qincha in shock. The two of them always thought that this He Qincha relied on his close relationship with the official family to come here, but they didn't expect that he would have such a poetic talent.

"When I was drunk, I picked up the lamp and looked at the sword, and I dreamed of blowing the horn and the battalion." Liang Zhongshu repeated it, and suddenly felt an endless aftertaste.

Yue Fei, who was standing not far away, was also shocked to look at Lord Qincha, who was younger than him, and for a while, the whole person seemed to fly into the battlefield where people were shouting and neighing.

Uncle Zhang looked at Tian Shiyi at night, and admired his poetry for a while, and regretted his personality for a while. Thousands of emotions and hatred finally converged into one sentence: "How can 'it happen for nothing' at a young age?" ”

Tian Shiyi smiled and said nothing, and he also knew that this song "Breaking the Array" was not suitable for his age, but in order to seduce Brother Pengju who was standing behind, he felt that it was worth doing anything.

No one thinks that this poem was stolen by He Qincha, because such a good sentence must be sung thousands of miles, and if you haven't heard it, it is naturally composed by He Qincha. As for the fact that the poem does not correspond to the age, this is not uncommon, and there is no rule that the poem must be written by itself. There are many great poets in history, who have become poets by touching the scenery and feeling people.

Seeing that Zhang Laoguan turned around and walked under the wall, He Qincha hurriedly proposed to let a hundred royal internal guards under his command, and naturally took Yue Fei and Yue Pengju, who were standing in the distance.

Uncle Zhang is good at this, he doesn't think that the royal guards are any different from ordinary soldiers. The sergeants of the state capital can kill the enemy, why can't the internal guards of the emperor's family? Zhang Laoguan only left two to follow him, and the rest of the internal guards were generously handed over to He Qincha.

Tian Shiyi was satisfied, and asked Monk Fang to receive those internal guards, while he himself pulled Xiao Yueyue, who was at a loss, and prepared to go back to the big tent of the Chinese army to talk about his life ideals.

Liang Zhongshu saw that he was a little redundant, and went back to the Daimyo Mansion after saying goodbye to the two Qincha Lords, and took Liang Liang back on the way, planning to let his concubine son contribute another 20,000 copper coins to escort to the hands of the Qincha Lord of Shuangbaozhai.

It stands to reason that Yue Fei shouldn't have appeared here, but how can all the records left over from history be trusted? The historical record of Yue Fei has been tampered with more than three times, especially before the Jin army went south. Later, hehe, even the history of the Song Dynasty was cultivated by the people of the Yuan Dynasty, who knows how many things in history have been covered up or even tampered with.

is extremely fond of Yue Feitian Eleven, not just because he is a national hero. As a figure standing at the top of the feudal dynasty, he can put forward the two sentences of "freezing to death without demolishing the house, starving to death without plundering", which is enough for hundreds of millions of descendants to bow down to him.

In the 5,000-year-old feudal society, how many characters can treat the people as human beings like him? Treat people as human beings?