[Note: Fake idiocy is not crazy, and the twenty-seventh plan of "Sun Tzu's Art of War: Thirty-six Strategies" is uttered, when the opportunity is not released, Jingtun seems to be stupid; If you fake madness, you will not only show your chances, but also move and be suspicious; Therefore, the hypocrites win, and the hypocrites lose. Fake dementia is a disguised phenomenon that is demented on the surface and full of wisdom in the dark, which can play a trick to confuse the other party, delay the army, and control others. 】

Below Guan Chong Chongkou, it has been surrounded by pseudo-Yuan ships, on the Guan Chong Cliff, Zhang Hongfan pretended to smile, it is now the third time that his nephew Han Zizheng has come to descend, and it is also his fourth banquet today, Zhang Hongfan picked up the wine lord again: "Zizheng, how can my uncle say that he is also a Taifu, compared to Wen Tianxiang's official rank, now there are 100,000 soldiers and horses, more than 1,400 warships, even if they belong to the Khan, they should also have a basic treatment, otherwise, the Khan's Tianyan also seems thinner, isn't it?" ”

Han Zizheng was actually drunk, he staggered and took another sip: "Uncle, it is said that your nephew should not confront you in person, the world is big, and my maternal uncle is the biggest, but now Major General Zhang Qi didn't say it, he can't decide these treatments, and he needs to report to the Great Khan by Marshal Du." However, he swore in the name of his ancestors that he would definitely ensure that you would be a feudal official, and you would definitely not be worse than Wen Cheng, after all, you were with soldiers and attached to the Khan. Now, our place has been broken by the army of Meng Yuan, and life and death are only between sizes......"

Zhang Shijie said: "Zizheng, my uncle is not entirely for myself, you think about it, I lead the troops to attach, the Great Khan will inevitably settle and dismantle redundant personnel, disarm and return to the field, if I am only ten thousand households, the soldiers and generals below, go back, where will there be land?" Aren't they all starving to death?

If you think about it again, if I surrender, after all, there are still 100,000 soldiers and horses, if they think that surrendering is still a dead end, then some people will suddenly attack, and you and I will be very guilty. I'm also here for, safe handover, isn't it? ”

Han Zizheng's eyes were red, and he staggered to the secretary of the army beside him: "Lord Jialu, I think what Mrs. Zhang Shijie said is also reasonable, otherwise, let's get back to General Zhang Qi and General Turuk?" Attaching matters as soon as possible? ”

Jia Lu looked at Han Zizheng and said bluntly: "Mrs. Zhang Shijie, I advise you to stop in moderation, the 500,000 soldiers of Mengyuan have long been waiting to step on the cliff mountain......

Zhang Shijie said: "Lord Jialu, the matter of the war, or our soldiers know best, Yashan is our last camp, not to mention anything else, but the buried gunpowder is measured in tens of millions of catties, Lord Jialu really thinks that if I give me 10,000 households, I can send 100,000 soldiers and 10 million catties of gunpowder?" I don't care, the head is here, you can take it. Although you have a slight upper hand in the war now, we still have at least eight or nine hundred ships. Come, give the knife to Lord Jialu, and I will give you a splash of wealth! ”

Zhang Shijie was a scoundrel and stretched his neck to Jia Lu's chest.

Seeing that his intimidation had no effect, Jia Lu was very angry and snorted.

Zhang Shijie tilted his head upward, took out a delicate dagger inlaid with gems from his waist, took the blade, and pointed the handle at Jia Lu: "Come, Lord Jia Lu, don't be intimidated, you do it, if I snort, I will be raised by a son of a bitch, a coward without eggs." ”

Then, he said to his own soldiers: "Come on, Lord Jialu is going to cut off people's heads, you hang my flag upside down, I Zhang Shijie is martyred!" Remember it for a while, hang your head well, the torches around you will burn a little brighter, and the fire will be magnified, so that the brothers can see it, listen, you are not allowed to embarrass Lord Jialu, let Lord Jialu, carry the sedan chair back with a beautiful scenery. ”

Then he stretched his neck over again: "Lord Jialu, do it, I heard that you Mongolian men are all heroes, you weigh with a knife, Zhang Hongfan is enough to dirty your hands!" ”

Jia Lu stood up: "Zhang Shijie, that's enough, you can't threaten me." ”

Zhang Shijie stood up vigorously and kicked Jia Lu over: "You fucking coercion, fuck, two devils, take a knife, don't let the old man look down on the Mongolian dog." ”

Zhang Shijie's face changed very quickly, the span was very large, Jia Lu was caught off guard, his heart was stunned, and he was easily kicked to the ground and fell to the ground, and the angry Tianling cover was about to overturn, and was looked at by his subordinates and Mongolian soldiers Haha, anger rose from his heart, evil was born to the side of the guts, crackling and muttering and didn't know what to say, his heart was spinning, it turned out that he thought that with the strength of the Mongols, he had subdued Zhang Shijie, at this time, of course, he had to fight quickly, and reflect his value in the Mongols, who knew that Zhang Shijie pretended to be a pig and a tiger, Clearly said that he would kill himself, in fact, he warned, killed Zhang Shijie, Zhang Shijie's troops would only resist desperately, and they would all be killed if they surrendered, then damn it, who still surrendered, left and right are dead, in addition, there are nearly 1,000 boats, more than 10 million catties of gunpowder, this is waiting for the Mongolian soldiers to blow up one by one, and also kill tens of thousands of people, he Jia Lu can lick the eyes of the Mongols, and he will definitely drag Jia Lu, who did such things, behind the war horse with a rope, and drag him to death.

Thinking of this, Jia Lu was a little hesitant when he got up, but he was roasted on the fire, and he couldn't help but pull out the waist knife in his hand, and while pulling it out, he was fiercely inward: "I, you, he, fuck, do you think Lao Tzu won't dare to hack you to death?" ”

Zhang Shijie stretched his neck over again: "I gave it to you just now...... Come on, come on, hold on, if you don't cut me, I'll cut you. ”

Jia Lu had already pulled out half of the knife, and was pushed up and down by Zhang Shijie, his face was flushed, his luck trembled, and finally scolded: "You, you have the ability, you dare to cut me." ”

Zhang Shijie raised his head, the tip of the dagger in his left hand was forward, his left foot stretched out to the right and forward, and the blade of the dagger was upward, which was called a lunge straight to the top, stabbing into Jia Lu's chest, Jia Lu was dressed as a scribe and had no armor, Zhang Shijie's was another treasure knife, the dagger was as easy as piercing into tofu, after piercing in, Zhang Shijie's left wrist turned clockwise and half a circle, this is called cutting the heart, after cutting the heart, the right foot stepped forward, the left heel took half a step forward, the left hand was flattened, and he stabbed forward violently. This is called the small collapse fist, the most small, the body movement is not large, the speed is extremely fast, covering people's eyes and ears, but the left hand is not a fist, but a treasure knife dagger, the whole dagger and fist, all the way into Jia Lu's stomach. Jia Lu didn't even get angry, his heart and stomach had been opened, Zhang Shijie immediately stepped back, pulled out his fist and dagger, Jia Lu's clothes were silk, light and elegant, and a lint suit, after Zhang Shijie pulled out his hand, there were some blood stains on the fist and dagger, Zhang Shijie walked back, shook his hand, and threw the blood on the ground: "The first time I saw such a strange request, Meng Yuan's people are really very characterful, we don't understand." ”

Here, Jia Lu shook a few times and fell to the ground, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and his hands and feet twitched.

Han Zizheng was so frightened that he suddenly sat on the ground, at this time, a mouthful of wine and food spurted out of his mouth, the Han soldiers and Mongolian soldiers of Mengyuan over there looked at each other, and the Mongolian soldiers pulled out their waist knives, Zhang Shijie's personal guards raised their bows and arrows, and the Mongolian soldiers did not dare to draw their swords.

At this time, I saw Zhang Shijie grinning and ran to a Mongolian soldier: "This military master, but you want to cut me." Come, chop it......"

The Mongolian soldier spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm: "Do you think I don't dare? ”

Zhang Shijie pretended to be surprised and said: "Dare", he grinned with his head around, raised his blood-stained left hand, and then went to pat the left cheek of the Mongolian soldier, the Mongolian soldier had never seen such a scoundrel Song Dynasty official, and he was angry for a while: "Then look at your boldness, or my ......"

Before the words fell, Zhang Shijie turned to the left, his right hand was like an autumn wind sweeping away leaves, and a red line crossed the neck of the Mongolian soldier: "Of course you are bold, but my knife is fast, faster......"

When this turning action was done, no one noticed that Zhang Shijie's dagger had been changed to his right hand, and Zhang Shijie's turn and speech were so natural, without a sense of disobedience.

The Mongolian soldier suffered pain in his neck, and then he leaked air, his head tilted a little, and his blood flew out, spraying Zhang Shijie's head and face, Zhang Shijie walked up, supported the Mongolian soldier, and then straightened his neck: "Look, it's better to die than to live, why are you so angry and hurt your body?" The language was very soft, as if what had just happened was not done by Zhang Shijie - if you didn't see the blood beads on Zhang Shijie's head and body.

Things are particularly weird, the Mongolian Han army of the two armies, and the Mongolian soldiers of the two armies, persuaded Han Zizheng and the Mongolian army secretary (Han) Jia Lu to surrender, the picture suddenly changed, and two died in the blink of an eye, and the sergeant of the Mongolian Han army was scared: "Grandpa Taifu, Grandpa Taifu, don't kill me." Saying that, he threw away the knife and kowtowed to the ground, once the morale was frightened, it would be contagious immediately, and one after another, the Mongolian Han soldiers disarmed themselves and kowtowed - first lived and then said, in order to grasp the straw, the third person began to speak, and it was: "Grandpa Taifu, we are Han people, those are Mongolian soldiers, we want to kill, kill them." ”

This sentence stabbed the hornet's nest, these Mongolian soldiers were originally Turuk's department, and they were extremely arrogant, because they all knew some Chinese, so they were sent, this is considered a "bilingual talent", they originally looked down on the Mongolian Han soldiers, and now they were annoyed, the third Han soldier only cared about begging Zhang Shijie for mercy, but he didn't expect that the Mongolian soldier was standing next to them, so the Mongolian soldier he pointed at didn't want to think about it, and he cut the neck of the Han soldier with a knife, and the Han soldier waited until he realized that it was over, It only had time to say: "Killing" came to an abrupt end.

Zhang Shijie's pro-soldiers, some with bows and arrows, open the bow, you can give a threat, but the Han soldiers have already become more familiar with the crossbow, Zhang Shijie's periphery of the pro-soldiers in line with the principle of killing mistakes and not mistakes, the sound of the crossbow is endless, just four or five breaths, all the Mongolian Han soldiers lying on their stomachs are safe and sound, and the Mongolian Han soldiers and Mongolian soldiers standing have become hedgehogs.

Han Zizheng was still sitting on the ground, and his mouth was full of spray everywhere, a fishy smell, no, in the blink of an eye, there were only six or seven Han soldiers left, and the reason why I said six or seven was because there was a Han soldier whose eyes were white, and he was kicking and kicking, I don't know if there is any salvation.

Han Zizheng was trembling, raised his right hand, put the index finger of his right hand in front of the tip of his nose, peeked at Zhang Shijie, his fingers were little by little, he couldn't speak for a long time, and then he whimpered, spit it out, and then choked again.

Zhang Hongfan hurriedly asked his own soldiers to come over and fed Han Zizheng water with a leather bag, Han Zizheng just drank two or three sips, and just after he was in good spirits, he heard a Song soldier ask: "Taifu, what should this Han Zizheng do?" A mouthful of water squirted out again, and it turned out to be- fainted.