The capital of the capital. The spring rain keeps falling, the air is fresh and moist, and you can taste a faint fragrance of peony flowers after inhaling it.

On the Jinluan Palace, the Great Qi Emperor Li Hongji was presiding over the routine early dynasty.

"The military department is still in the book, General Ma Yu and General Yan Lao have good news in the near future? How is the situation progressing in the fight against banditry? ”。 Li Hongji asked.

Hearing this, the military department Shangshu hesitated for a moment, took a few steps forward with his ivory wat in his hand and lowered his head, knelt down and saluted, and said, "Qiqi Sheng, this ...... This one...... Wechen didn't know where to start. ”

Li Hongji's face sank, and he said unhappily: "To tell the truth, why bother to vomit!" ”。

The military department Shangshu kowtowed again, a layer of fine sweat broke out on his forehead, and replied: "The Holy God forgives sins." General Ma Yu said in his report that the Red Turban Bandit Army was extremely cunning and fierce, and it was not the same as back then. Despite the resistance, General Ma Yu said that he would rather be crushed to pieces and do his best to live up to the high expectations of the saints.

As for General Yan, although he won the first battle, the Taiping bandits dug up the Lushui in a hurry, and the country of Ze has been formed within a radius of 100 miles, and our army is unable to move an inch, so we can only wait for the flood to recede before making plans. ”

Li Hongji leaned out slightly and asked in surprise: "Is it the natural flooding of Lushui or the Taiping bandits artificially opening the embankment?" How many Lebanese people have been affected? ”。

"Back to the saint, General Yan Lao has sent someone to investigate, and it is indeed caused by the Taiping bandits, and there are about tens of thousands of people in the vicinity."

Li Hongji raised his hand and slapped the Long Shu case, stood up angrily and paced back and forth a few steps, gritted his teeth hatefully and said: "Taiping bandits, disaster to the country and the people!" Spread my will, and the neighboring state capitals should do everything possible to do a good job in disaster relief and resettlement for the victims. However, if more than 100 people starve to death in the area under their jurisdiction, the local officials from the state capital and county guard to the local ordinary rules will be dismissed from their posts and investigated, and severely punished! ”

The two officials in the ranks of Wenchen secretly exchanged glances with each other, one of them nodded slightly, and the other knelt down and played: "The saint loves the people like a son, and he is kind-hearted. However, at present, the spring rains are continuous, the roads are muddy, and the transportation is inconvenient, and the grain and grass of the army have long been unsustainable. In addition, the harvest season is far from coming, and the granaries in various places are empty, and now they have to release grain to save the victims. Weichen had the courage to propose that the hundreds of thousands of troops of General Yan Lao should return to Beijing as soon as possible, and then send troops to suppress the bandits when the time was ripe. ”

Li Hongji stopped, pondered for a moment and replied, "Is this...... Rong Zhen thought about it and then discussed. ”

An old minister with a slightly hunched back trembling took a few steps forward, knelt on the ground and said, "Holy Lord, when it is broken, it will be broken!" It is necessary to provide disaster relief and supply food and grass for the army, and the state capitals will definitely be overwhelmed. In case the army runs out of food, it will be more than worth the loss if it causes a mutiny among the soldiers of the anti-bandit army! What's more, after the water receded, the army didn't want to move a step in ten days and a half months. In this way, it is better to order General Yan to withdraw his troops quickly and make plans in the future. ”

Soon, several ministers above the hall knelt down to reconsider and agreed.

Li Hongji frowned gloomily, didn't say a word, and coldly glanced at the dozen or so ministers kneeling on the ground. He turned his head to look at Dong Dazai and asked, "What does Dazai-sama think this matter should be handled?" ”

Dong Dazai took a few steps forward, knelt on the ground and played: "Your Majesty does not agree with the opinions of several courtiers. Our national defense army has won the first battle, and it should be in full swing to completely exterminate the bandits. Withdrawing at this time is equivalent to letting the tiger return to the mountain, and there will be endless troubles in the future! ”。

Before Dazai's words fell, more than a dozen ministers came out to reconsider, expressing their agreement with Dazai's opinion.

In the end, until the end of the early dynasty, the two sides insisted on the question of whether General Yan should withdraw his troops, and did not come up with a reason, so they had to put it on hold for the time being.

In Prince Gong's mansion, Prince Gong smiled with a red face: "Yes, yes, this Dong Dazai actually jumped out to find death by himself, then it will be easy to do!" Inform our people in the state capitals that from now on, the supply of food and grass for the Protector Army will be completely cut off on the grounds of muddy roads, inconvenient transportation, and the need for disaster relief. Just wait for the army to return in vain, and the rank can jointly impeach Dong Dazai and the old man Na Yan, and drive them all to prison! ”。

A minister who was as thin as a hemp pole spoke worriedly: "The subordinate has heard that the old general Yan is notoriously stubborn, what if he is forced to mutiny en masse?" ”。

Prince Gong seemed to have heard a big joke, and laughed and said: "That old Yan is known as loyal and good for generations, and he will not dare to rebel if he has the courage to forgive him!" In fact, this king still wishes that he would simply turn it around, how much effort will it save us? Cleaning up Dong Dazai and others directly in the name of rebellion, so that he has no power to fight back! The rest of the parties can also be wiped out in one fell swoop and completely eradicated from the roots! ”。

Several ministers gathered around were amused by the prince's jokes, and they couldn't stop nodding their heads with a smile.

In a gorgeous, dimly lit mansion on the outskirts of Beijing, two people are sitting cross-legged drinking tea and whispering with their heads bowed.

"This Li Jingcheng really doesn't know how to fucking lift! Dare to behead the hall master and more than a dozen gangsters of my gang Jishan Hall in public, and don't give him some color to see, how will our beggar gang gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes in the future?! One of them whispered through gritted teeth.

Another prince in Chinese clothes said calmly: "The ancients said: A gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late!" This matter should not be rushed. Thinking that Li Jingcheng is the Qincha of Dachu, he is in a high position, and there are countless guards and masters around him. You have to find a good opportunity to start again, so that you can hit it with one shot! Why not let him live a few more days? ”。

The man from before sighed and said, "The officials at all levels of Daqi have friendly exchanges with our beggars, and they have been in peace for more than ten years, why is this official of Dachu so blind?" ”。

The young man in Huafu gently put down the teacup in his palm, snorted coldly in his nose and said, "Or do you say that a bunch of mud legs don't know the height of the sky?!" In this way, that Great Chu will not be able to become any climate, and sooner or later it will be completely wiped out by the Great Qi Imperial Court. Remember, once the time is ripe, let the brothers be more ruthless, not only to break the body of the surnamed Li into ten thousand pieces, but also to hang his head in front of the official mansion of Da Chu for public display. In the future, the officials at all levels of Dachu will be frightened when they hear the name of our beggar gang! This time out of Beijing, you go to contact the head of the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect, I want to invite him to come to the capital to gather, so that he can choose a few masters, and then work with us! ”。

The wind stopped, and the battlefield on the steppe that had been noisy for a day returned to silence. The mutilated corpses of war horses were scattered everywhere, and the corpses of different tribes in different costumes were contaminated with uniform blood and turned black without distinguishing from each other. There was a strong smell of blood attached to the air that should have been full of herbs, just like being suddenly released by an uninteresting guy in a closed and fragrant flower room, a high-concentration stinky fart, pungent but long-lasting, the smell was really disgusting.

The first fierce head-to-head confrontation between the Prairie Tribal Alliance and the Shani tribe (now it can't be called the Shani and Watta coalition forces, because the Watta warriors have run out) did not take advantage of either side. The losses were more severe, with Shani Hada himself suffering two stab wounds in the back and shoulder. As it approached dusk, both sides dragged their tired bodies soaked in blood and sweat away from the battlefield, and each retreated ten miles back and camped in preparation for another battle.

In the makeshift yurt of the Shani warriors, the candlelight flickered, and Sulunga frowned slightly, biting her lips, lowering her head and gently applying herbs to the wound on Shanihada's broad back. Shanihada still didn't care about munching on meat and drinking, but his facial expression looked rather agitated.

Sulunga used her slender and dexterous fingers to wrap the bandage for Shanihada, sighed softly, exhaled like a lan, and then snuggled up to Shanihada's side. Shanihada's originally tense and sad facial muscles suddenly loosened, and there were even a few wisps of tenderness in his eyes.

He picked up his wine glass, turned his head and whispered to Su Lunga, "Do you want the princess to come too?" ”。

Su Lunga raised his hand and brushed the few strands of hair scattered in front of his forehead, and shook his head gently.

"When will this battle come to an end?" Su Lunga asked softly with clear eyes.

Shani Hada grinned slightly, put down the wine glass and stretched out his big hand, gently took the concubine into his arms, looked aimlessly into the distance with his eyes and said, "Do you know the concubine?" My father's goal in life was to forge our Shani tribe into the most powerful tribe in the steppe, and no longer be bullied by any other tribe! He did it. He told me more than once before his death: This is a world of the jungle, if you don't open your mouth to bite someone's neck first, someone else will pounce on you and bite your throat! One of my goals is to become the king of the steppe, exterminate all the tribes, and unify the entire steppe.

The tribes of the prairie are no longer inexplicable from each other's hatred passed down from generation to generation, and they have become a real family. At that time, there will be no killing on the grassland at all, and everyone will be happy and peaceful. Of course, in order to achieve the goal of unification, it must first be done with a bloody scimitar! ”。

Shani Hada glanced down at Su Lunga, who was quiet in his arms, and saw that her eyes were wide open, listening quietly, and she couldn't help but smile at the corner of her mouth, and continued: "My second goal is to conquer the Great Qi of the Central Plains. We grassland people migrate from pasture to pasture, and we are often hungry from the wind and sun. Those Central Plains pariahs are lazy to eat, but they have endless food and beautiful clothes, which is too unfair! After reunification, the grassland people should live a better life than the Central Plains untouchables, and let the Central Plains untouchables become our slaves. ”

Su Lunga sighed softly and said softly, "My parents have taught me to be loving, kind, and patient since I was a child. Our tribe is a small tribe and is often bullied by others. The elders said that only forgiveness and forbearance can change the world, and that immortality will not make us suffer forever, and all suffering is only a temporary trial. ”

Sulunga moved his body slightly, looked up at Shanihada, and stretched out a small hand to caress his hard beard with warm eyes, and said, "Have you thought about it?" You want to end the killing with killing, maybe it's the wrong direction in the first place!".

Shanihada was stunned when he heard this, looked down at Sulunga's beautiful face as a flower, and only after a long time did he raise his head thoughtfully.

With a heavy sigh, Shanihada bowed his head again and said, "Yes, the more enemies I make, the more I feel powerless!" If Immortal Heaven had allowed me to meet you earlier, my goal might have been much simpler: in addition to having you, I would have a flock of my own. How nice it would be to be able to hunt and herd during the day without worries, and sleep peacefully with you in your arms after drinking at night! What a grand plan to dominate the industry, it's useless, to hell with it! ”

"It's not too late!" Su Lunga smiled lightly with her kind eyes, and her soft and slender fingers gently tugged at Shanihada's beard.

Shanihada gave him a fierce kiss on Sulunga's delicate cheek, suddenly got up and grabbed the scimitar, walked to the tent, looked back with infinite attachment, and said in a loud voice, "Now it's for you...... My beloved princess, and for the survival of our Shani tribe, I will never let go of the scimitar in my hand! ”。

He turned his head and gritted his teeth and shouted, "Blow the trumpet, gather the troops." Wolves of Shani, we will attack the enemy camp at night and show them the sharp fangs of our Shani! ”。