Although the casualties of the sentinels were increasing, Wang Zezhi had no intention of stopping

Sentinels are the eyes and ears of the army, and if they can't even send them, it means that they are not far from death.

During this period, Wang Zezhi did not rashly attack Shengjing City, he just Chen Bing shocked them in the north of Shengjing City.

Because Wang Zezhi knew that with this little soldier and horse in his hand, he couldn't defeat Shengjing City at all.

Since you can't beat it, why waste your strength to attack.

In the second year of Chongzhen, November 20.

The blockaded sentinels have finally broken through.

"Report, report, the left and right flanks of our battalion have found a large number of enemy troops, they are outflanking our battalion, and the enemy soldiers in Shengjing City have also been dispatched."

Wang Zezhi's face changed, he didn't expect that when the enemy's sentinel blockade was broken, it would be when his entire army was annihilated.

Under the north gate of Shengjing City, Amin Belle took Fan Wencheng to sit in the rear army and slowly walked out of the city gate.

He held a telescope and looked at the big flag in Wang Zezhi's camp in the distance.

On both sides of Wang Zezhong's army tent, two banners were erected, one was a guerrilla attack at Yanmen Pass, and the other was a book on the Shanxi General Army.

After reading it, Amin Belle muttered to himself.

"Yanmen Pass guerrilla? Shanxi decisive army? When did the Ming Dynasty produce such a tiger general. ”

Fan Wencheng was shocked when he heard Amin Baylor's self-talk, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

Because Huang Taiji told him that when he went to Niangziguan to investigate the situation, he met a very alert general, who claimed to be a guerrilla in Yanmen Pass, as for the person's name, Huang Taiji did not remember, but remembered his military position.

When Wang Zezhi came out of pursuit, he was ambushed by Huang Taiji.

Huang Taiji looked at Wang Zezhi, who was brave and good at fighting, and cherished his talents, hoping to accept Wang Zezhi for his own use.

Huang Taiji would occasionally think about it when he returned to Shengjing, and when he remembered it, he would tell people, and once he happened to talk to Fan Wencheng.

Huang Taiji appreciates Wang Zezhi's alertness, intelligence, courage and good fighting, etc., how much he wants to take Wang Zezhi under his command.

It's a pity that they are enemies, and this can only be an idea.

Originally, when Fan Wencheng heard Huang Taiji talk about this matter, he also felt that Huang Taiji had exaggerated Wang Zezhi's ability.

At this moment, he saw Wang Zezhi again outside Shengjing City, and he suddenly became more serious.

He felt that Wang Zezhi dared to go deep alone and attack Shengjing City, either because he had enough confidence, or because he came to die.

Neither of these situations is a good thing.

Because in these two cases, the forces of the Jin State are bound to suffer heavy losses in this battle.

Thinking of this, Fan Wencheng had a plan, he wanted to give it a try.

"Lord Belle, the slave has a sentence that I don't know whether to say or not."

"Say."

"The minions heard that this Ming army has very sharp artillery, if the two armies fight, even if we win, we will suffer heavy losses, if the minions go to lobby first, maybe they can surrender without a fight."

"Huh? This is a wonderful plan, you go and return quickly. ”

"The minions obey."

Fan Wencheng received the order, confidently straightened his clothes, and rushed forward on a single horse.

The army led by Amin Belle poured out in a zigzag shape, and it was about to enter the range of the red-coated cannons.

At this moment, Amin Belle suddenly gave an order, and his entire team stopped instantly.

I saw that in the crowd, a person rode alone towards Wang Zezhi's camp.

"Report, Han Chinese, Fan Wencheng has come to ask for a meeting."

Not long after, someone came to report, and after Wang Zezhi heard the name of the visitor, his eyes widened instantly.

"The traitor is coming."

Fan Wencheng is a native of the Ming Dynasty, but he took refuge in the Jin people, and in this respect, he is an out-and-out traitor.

Fan Wencheng is good at scheming, can speak well, he is confident, backed by Amin Belle's army of more than 70,000 people, coupled with his three-inch incorruptible tongue, he will definitely be able to convince Wang Zezhi.

Fan Wencheng was taken to Wang Zezhi's big tent.

"What are you coming from?" Wang Zezhi put on armor and held a sword, his face was covered with armor, and he asked in a low voice.

"I'm here to send the generals and high-ranking officials Houlu and a bright future."

"Hahaha... I've always picked up these things myself, and I've never heard of them being able to be delivered. ”

Wang Zezhi looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and said unruly.

Fan Wencheng's eyes were blazing, and he was full of great curiosity about Wang Zezhi.

At this moment, he finally knew why Huang Taiji valued Wang Zezhi so much, because Wang Zezhi was indeed a genius.

"Fan Wencheng, the seventeenth grandson of Fan Zhongyan, the famous minister of the Northern Song Dynasty, an authentic Han Chinese, is this legend true?" Wang Zezhi stopped laughing wildly, and suddenly shouted, his voice becoming sonorous and powerful through his face armor.

Fan Wencheng was not afraid of danger, and replied lightly: "Since the Han Dynasty, the Fan family has all been Han Chinese, if the general wants to scold a traitor, please do it." ”

"Hahaha... I've lived for so many years and I've never seen such a brazen person, you're the second. ”

"Dare to ask who is the first one?"

"I killed the first one."

"A few days ago, I was stopped by the little guy in front of the palace in Shengjing, just because I am a Han, he also wanted to kill me in order to prevent me from entering the palace."

After Fan Wencheng heard that Wang Zezhi had killed the first brazen man, he was not afraid at all, but lightly recounted his experience.

"Admire, admire." Wang Zezhi hugged his fists and admired.

"Don't dare, don't dare. The general is the person who really admires in the next, the lady said goodbye that day, the emperor let the general go, and I didn't expect to meet again in this Shengjing City. ”

Fan Wencheng sincerely said to Wang Zezhi.

"The people of the Ming Dynasty, the people of the Han Dynasty, why do you want to take refuge in the emperor?"

"Daming is dying, Dajin is prospering, and now Daming is like a weak old man, not to mention that he is terminally ill.

Now Daikin is like a newborn child, and it is the time to be full of vitality. ”

"Hmph, you're full of poetry and books, you're full of money, and you've learned all the shit."

"It's not shit below, it's the envoy of the Jin State who came to persuade the general to surrender."

Fan Wencheng was not angry when he heard these ugly words, and replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Fan Wencheng's behavior made Wang Zezhi very angry, and it was really the second time he had seen such a brazen person.

"What if I don't come down."

"If the general does not surrender, it means that Dajin is regarded as a natural enemy, the general looks at the hundreds of thousands of troops behind me, they are pouring down, how can the general's tens of thousands of people stop it?"

Fan Wencheng pointed behind him, he was telling Wang Zezhi Amin Belle that there were hundreds of thousands of troops.

In ancient times, marching and fighting liked to falsely report the number of people, and Fan Wencheng also began to use this trick.

"Hahaha... I have 50,000 strong soldiers here, and they are already hungry and thirsty. ”

"What is hunger and thirst?"

"Eat the flesh of the enemy, drink the blood of the enemy, cramp and cut the bones, and cut off the enemy's head."

Fan Wencheng gasped when he heard this, he never thought that Wang Zezhi was the second type.

He came to die, and he didn't think of returning to the Ming Dynasty alive at all.

At this time, Fan Wencheng was a little confused, is the Ming Dynasty really running out of energy?