After a sleepless night, from the third watch, personnel from the Military Intelligence Department came back one after another to report the military situation, and Huang Xi sat behind the official case and waited for the clerk to deliver the information to him. The drums in the army sounded, Huang Xi stood up and stretched, and there was a thick stack of information on the table, mainly the deployment of the desert army outside the royal court, and the news that the desert people were digging the river, and the Zahu Lake in front of the royal court was also being excavated, and the surrounding area of the royal court was likely to become Zeguo and so on.

"Is Jiang Zhenfu back?" Huang Xi asked. As of the end of the day, a total of 234 people returned from the Military Intelligence Department, Huang Xi knew that most of the people who did not come back would not be able to return, the young head of the Wind and Thunder Gate, and the deputy town Fu Kang Qianfeng reported, and the Mo people sent a large number of masters to search for the personnel of the Military Intelligence Department, these masters were far above the personnel of the Military Intelligence Department, Kang Qianfeng met two Sadujiao masters with colored decorations on their faces, and they escaped after fighting hard, and the brothers of the Wind and Thunder Gate Division were killed and injured three people.

These martial arts people are like weeds on the grassland, cattle and sheep are blown by the wind and grow out after being eaten clean, the prince reported a few days ago, and thousands of people from the rivers and lakes were recruited in Furong Garden, ready to be sent to serve in front of the army. Huang Xi didn't care about the deaths and injuries of the Jianghu people in the Military Intelligence Department, but Jiang Jian was his cronies, and he was used to using a good knife, so it was said that Jiang Jian should be back, Huang Xi was a little worried.

Holding the sorted information in his hand, Huang Xi ordered: "Jiang Zhenfu comes back and asks him to come to me, and I will go to the Shuai tent now." "Huang Xi is an envoy of the military intelligence department, and he doesn't need to point out like the generals, but Wang Keming attaches great importance to the espionage report of the military intelligence department, and he must discuss the military situation after the order. Huang Xi likes the feeling that the generals regard him as a robe when discussing the military situation, although he does not name his name in the army, he never lacks Mao.

At the beginning of the morning, the daily tent meeting was over, and the congregation dispersed. Miao Tieshan and others could not attend the meeting on the front line, so the military senate compiled the contents of the discussion into a book and submitted it to them. Wang Keming stopped Huang Xi and said, "Envoy Huang, come with me to face the saint, and report long live the general's love by the way." ”

The imperial tent was surrounded by guards dressed in bright light armor, the morning sun shining on the armor, those guards were young and handsome, tall and tall, holding swords and swords, majestic and majestic.

Huang Xi walked through the middle of this group of soldiers with a blank face, these guards were mostly selected from the children of the family, and he had no good impression of these rich and noble straw bags with fine clothes and elegant food, and these people relied on the Yu Ze of their ancestors to share the credit of the soldiers.

In the imperial tent, Shi Fang was really dining, and King Luohuai, Kong Zuoxiang and others were accompanying him. Seeing Wang Keming coming in, Shi Fangzhen smiled and said, "Dashuai is here, if there is any good news, sit down and talk while eating." Huang Xi consciously stood beside Liu Weiguo, helping to serve the Son of Heaven, no matter how high his official position was, he was just a slave by the side of the Son of Heaven.

Wang Keming reported the information obtained by the Military Intelligence Department, and Shi Fangzhen said with a smile: "The donkey skills are poor, and I ordered Miao Tieshan and others to launch an attack quickly, and I want to spend a Mid-Autumn Festival in the Moren Royal Court." ”

The will of the Son of Heaven was quickly conveyed, at the beginning of the three-way army of the vanguard marched in the direction of the Moren Wangting, and was attacked by the fierce counterattack of the Moren Palace, the Zheng army was forced into the Wangting more than 20 miles, and found that some of the ground became muddy and difficult to walk, and the heavy cavalry fell into the mud several times, and was almost counterattacked by the Moren, Miao Tieshan and others ordered to retreat.

Near noon, the indifferent group came out

Now outside the Chinese army, the leader is still Mo Ren Zuo Da Frustrated Qu Sub Naying. Shi Fangzhen passed the decree and set up the ceremonial drive to summon the messenger of the desert in the imperial tent.

In the sound of drums, under the guidance of the eunuchs, Subu Naying walked through the long ceremonial procession to the imperial tent, Huang Xi stood in front of the tent with a whisk in his hand to greet him, and when he saw Subu Naying, he screamed: "The messenger of the desert has arrived." ”

Subu Naying entered the account with Huang Xi, and a faint fragrance in the tent was refreshing, Wen Dong Wuxi was neatly arranged around the red felt, and the samurai in armor stood on both sides with long-handled weapons such as axes and hammers in their hands, and some strange things were placed around.

This tent is similar in size to the golden tent, and nearly a hundred people stand in it without crowding at all, and Su Bu Naying looks in the middle, and there is a man in a yellow robe embroidered with a dragon sitting on the throne, with a white face and black beard, and a smile on his face, looking about fifty years old. Su Bu Naying knew that this was Emperor Zheng, so he stepped forward to stroke his chest and saluted: "Foreign Minister Su Bu Naying pays a visit to the Son of Zheng Dynasty. ”

Shi Fangzhen didn't care about Su Bu Naying's disgrace, and asked with a smile, "What position does the Mo Envoy hold in the royal court?" ”

"The foreign minister is the left great frustration of the sweat tent, which is equivalent to the position of the prime minister of your country." Subu Naying had some knowledge of Zheng Guo's bureaucracy.

Shi Fangzhen glanced at Kong Province on the left, and said with a smile: "Kong Qing, the prime minister is the prime minister, you are good to receive the envoy, listen to the conditions for the envoy to beg." ”

Kong Xing knew that the Son of Heaven had no intention of surrendering at all, but he was just idle and had nothing to do, and he was sad for this Zuo Da Frustration in his heart, Kong Xing bowed down and responded: "The minister obeys the order." ”

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The noon sun shone on Jiang Jianjian, Jiang Jian was lying in the grass covered in blood, escaping from last night to now, breaking through most of the encirclement, killing dozens of pursuers, and adding more than ten large and small wounds on his body. There was a burning pain under the left ribs, which was left by a cold-faced, painted indifferent man.

This desert man should be a master of the Sadu Sect, he is fighting with the pursuers, this person is rushing out of the recess, if it is not for Han Yugong to win a glimmer of opportunity, he will be inserted into the chest by this person's blade. The desert man was smashed on the head by himself, and the pursuers retreated for the time being, but the mount was exhausted and died, and no horse was a dead end on the grassland.

After fighting for a long time, thirsty and hungry, Jiang Jian stood up and identified the direction and ran towards the southeast. From night to day, he avoided obstacles all the way, and he had no direction at all, and he didn't know where he was or how far away he was from the camp. Hearing the sound of the water, Jiang Jian was overjoyed, and quickly came to the river to drink. This river was supposed to be the Ine River, flowing east to Lake Za in front of the royal court, and following the direction of the river, it was not difficult to find a way back to the camp.

There was a faint sound of a dog barking in the distance, Jiang Jian's face changed, and the indifferent people used the hounds to track him, and it didn't take long to find him. Eyes fell on the Egan River, which was so turbulent that the only way to escape the hounds was to get out of it. Taking off the robbed coat and tying it around his waist, Jiang Jian jumped into the river and went down the river. The river water in August was not cold, Jiang Jian was familiar with the nature of the water, and in an instant, he swam out for three or four miles with the help of the water potential.

Drifting along the river for more than 20 miles, there was a noisy sound in front, and a team was resting drinking horses by the river. Jiang Jian went ashore three miles away and quietly touched it, hungry in his stomach, he wanted to find something to eat.

Dozens of carts were parked by the river, the carts were loaded with high piles of pasture, the horses were unreining and grazing, Jiang Jian saw forty or fifty desert people, mostly old people and half-grown children, and a few women, judging from the costumes, they should be herdsmen in the tribe. Jiang Jian sneaked to the side of the car, stretched out his hand and took out the grass, it was all bundled with sturdy grass, it was the season to harvest the grass, it was not because these people were preparing to transport the grass back to the tribe for the winter.

Jiang Jian searched for food, and saw several cars not far away with wooden barrels, clay pots and other things, with burdens tied to the wheels, and some herdsmen untied their burdens and took out the dried meat from them, and then tied them back again. Looking at the bulging baggage, Jiang Jian swallowed his saliva, and finally waited for someone to walk away, flashed to the front of the car to untie the burden, and hid behind the car and took out the jerky and bit it.

The air-dried beef was delicious and delicious, Jiang Jian devoured and bited, the beef was too dry, it was difficult to swallow without water, and he choked. Jiang Jian opened the lid of the clay pot on the car, it was oil, the lid of the wooden barrel was opened, and the pungent smell of sulfur made him almost cough, and he hurriedly lowered his body and touched the river.

After drinking a few sips of river water, Jiang Jian gnawed on the jerky again, his hands suddenly became solemn, the pasture, sulfur, and oil on the car were mixed together, and he heard that Wang Ting had a clever plan to deal with the army last night, Jiang Jian almost screamed, and the desert people wanted to attack with fire. Jiang Jian had seen several fires, with the help of the fire on the windy grassland, it could spread out for hundreds of miles in an instant, and if oil and sulfur were added to the fire, the army would most likely be burned by the fire.

The group of deserters had finished eating, and someone found that the dried meat tied to the wheel was missing, and cursed the thief to look around. The old man who led the team shouted: "Don't look for it, hurry up and set up the car, if you can't get to the royal court in an hour, none of us will be able to live, hurry up." ”

In an hour, Jiang Jian estimated that this place was forty or fifty miles away from the royal court, he looked at the sand table, and quickly found his approximate location in his heart, the big camp should be eighty miles to the southeast. Eighty miles, less than an hour's journey on horseback, if Shen Chu is not intercepted, he can return to the camp, but if he walks, he will not be able to reach it before dark.

With the fire burning in his mind and the soldiers having nowhere to hide in the flames, Jiang Jian decided to rush the horse south to deliver the letter. Standing up from the grass, Jiang Jian walked towards the group of people, someone spotted him, shouted loudly to make him stop, and several sharp arrows shot at his feet, reminding him to stop.

Jiang Jian's shape flashed like a ghost, shook the arrows that were shot, and came to the side of an old man with a knife, Han Yu vomited inside, the old man fell to the ground with a muffled snort, Jiang Jian grabbed the scimitar with his hand, and a white light bloomed from the blade, and the two people who rushed on the left side were cut off.

Like a tiger that pounced into a flock of sheep, Jiang Jian rushed left and right to kill, and everywhere he went, people turned on their backs, and those indifferent people saw that the situation was not good, and they avoided it in the distance. Jiang Jian didn't chase either, he jumped on a war horse, led one in his hand, and galloped towards the southeast with one person and two horses.

Behind him, the sound of a horn resounded through the sky. Jiang Jian secretly shouted badly, the desert people used the horn to transmit the message, this place is not far from the royal court, there will be interceptions on the road ahead, and there will be pursuers behind. The life and death of the 800,000 army is in his own hands, Jiang Jian remembered that the tutor once told the story of the chivalrous man who assassinated Emperor Qin during the Warring States Period, "The wind is sluggish and the water is cold", and today I, Jiang Jian, will be a lonely hero for the country.