Chapter Ninety-Seven: Escape

Although Jiang Yun and Pei Gust have tried their best to maintain the gap, they are outnumbered, even if they have improved slightly after the more than 600 infantry troops in the Chinese military camp have joined, they still can't stop the form of rapid decline.

"Ming Yin! Have they all been withdrawn? We can't stand it anymore! ”

Jiang Yun saw Jin Mingyin, who was holding a saber and gradually retreated to his side, and asked urgently,

Although the sword of comfort is not a good weapon, it is also made of stainless steel, and for a while, the large and small gaps cut by Jin Mingyin are arranged on the blade like jagged teeth.

"How can these people of the Five Grains Sect kill more and more! Our firearms battalion has been withdrawn, and there are still about two or three hundred people in the Chinese battalion! ”

"Nonsense! 30,000 is not 300! As he spoke, he also noticed the saber in Jin Mingyin's hand, "Isn't this a comfortable saber?" How are you here? ”

Jin Mingyin kept flicking the blade that stabbed forward in his hand, "Brother Yi gave it to me, he took the fire gun to Brother Jiang's side!" ”

"Boom!"

Jiang Yun was about to speak, when three tasseled spears stabbed in front of him, and he cut off the barrel of the spear with a knife.

Before the three cultists could compose, he bowed down on his horse, and the swept blades flew away with even three heads.

"I can't stand it! Mr. Pei! Withdraw with the Pioneer Battalion! ”

When Jiang Yun saw this Five Grains Sect Array, he felt like Jin Mingyin said, no matter how he killed, he couldn't finish killing it.

Before Pei Yifeng in the distance could reply, Jin Mingyin interjected first with a anxious face: "No, Mr. Jiang!" There are still two or three hundred brothers in the Chinese military camp! We're just leaving, aren't they dead? ”

Jiang Yun pointed at the sect members who were still coming from a distance with a knife, and said angrily, "What do you want me to do? A little later, none of us will be able to get out! Listen to me here! Everyone to the south gate of the camp, withdraw! ”

It's just a matter of moments

One of the congregants accidentally caught a glimpse of a figure in a plain brocade robe standing on a high slope not far away.

The man just held his arms horizontally, as if he were still holding something in his hands.

"What's that?"

soon

His words spread like a plague in everyone's minds,

This Shura field, which was still harvesting human lives just now, was quiet for a while.

The officials, soldiers and sectists who were still fighting just now all looked in that direction.

Of course, the person in the plain brocade robe is the group training to make him comfortable, and what he holds in his hand is....

Feng Jiao's head!

Standing comfortably on the high slope, like the gods and Buddhas in the sky, overlooking the vast number of beings on the battlefield,

He was full of confidence and shouted loudly: "Bandit leader Feng Jiao!" It's been ambushed! This is the end of the confrontation with the government!! Wait for the speed of retreat, temporarily spare a way to live! If you resist stubbornly, there is only one way to die! ”

After speaking, An Yi threw the head in his hand, which was still dripping with blood, and after drawing a scarlet arc in the air, it rolled down on the southern slope position, quickly forming a crowd vacuum around him.

"This ..... This is really Hall Master Feng's head! ”

"Ahh The hall masters have been killed! ”

This skull was like a huge thunderbolt that exploded in the hearts of every congregation, destroying the thing called faith in their hearts.

That's right, it's faith, they are not officers and soldiers, even if the generals are dead, they still have the mission of resisting foreign insults or quelling the bandits.

They are thieves who are not rightly named, and as soon as Feng Jiao dies, these people will not find a reason and meaning to resist, is it for the ethereal god of grains?

In their hearts, the hall master who holds the power to distribute food is the true god, and without the hall master, who will "fight bravely kill the enemy" to?

The surrounding Wugu sect members retreated one after another, although they still raised their swords and guns towards the official army, but they no longer had the desire to fight, and gradually gave way in the middle.

Jiang Yun didn't seize this opportunity, he hurriedly beckoned Jin Mingyin and Pei Zhenfeng, and led the rest of the people and horses through the camp quickly.

After An Yi and Jiang Shang broke off their horses, after they all passed the defensive position, the Wugu Sect members surrounded them again and blocked the gap.

The confrontation between the two people just now, because of a human head, suddenly changed their hearts tacitly.

An Yi walked at the end, looked at the figure in the army and realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly rushed to Jin Mingyin's side and asked him, "Mingyin, did Liu Siyi and Miss Ziyun come down together?" ”

"The two of them ......"

Jin Mingyin looked a little slurred,

An Yi looked at him like this and thought that Jin Mingyin had forgotten the two of them on the ridge, and his face was full of anxiety for a while,

"Oh yes! What about the two of them? Still on the ridge? ”

Jin Mingyin saw An Yi's posture, and wanted to turn his horse's head and run back to the ridge, but hurriedly grabbed him and said, "The two of them have already left during the day. ”

This sentence sounded heavy, as if it had a heavy weight, poured from his ears and fell into his heart,

It's nothing, he and Liu Siyi are just a few sides of each other, the Jedi of the army pressing the realm, why should people accompany him to die on the ridge.

An Yi thought like this, but he just didn't know why, after hearing the news that Liu Siyi was gone, he still didn't feel good in his heart, a strong sense of loss for no reason.

Jin Mingyin saw An Yi's expression a little depressed, and said suspiciously: "Brother Yi, you won't be ..... Fall in love with Miss Liu, right? ”

An Yi raised his whip and made a look of wanting to whip him,

"Hey, don't fight, don't fight, I'm wrong." Although Jin Mingyin admitted his mistake, he was still very angry in his heart, and muttered in a low voice: "It's the same as who can't see it, when you saved Sister Yingshu, you had this expression." ”

Soon, a few people with the rest of the people disappeared into the night on their way to Long'an Mansion........

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Political Envoy Division

"A bunch of rubbish!"

Zhu Zongchen was furious in the main hall with the door closed, and the vase and jade on the pavilion shelf were swept past by him and shattered to the ground, his face was upside down, and his silver beard trembled.

"Sixty thousand! That's 60,000 people! Plus a whole heavy cavalry, I'll give it all to you! What about you? I actually let An Yi run away for me! He also killed a hall master! What use do I want you! ”

His hands were trembling, and on his bronzed cheeks, which were as cold as iron plates, he could see blood pulsating, and his two eyes were like burning coals, staring at Ning Er, who was kneeling in the middle of the hall.

"Don't worry, sect leader, it's a big deal to wait for me to go back and send a killer to take his head!"

Ning Er was so angry by Zhu Zongchen that she didn't dare to raise her head, she just said on the ground,

"You're light!"

Zhu Zongchen refuted her statement mercilessly,

"You can't kill him in the chaos, let alone in his camp, do you think he is still the small regiment training envoy with less than 300 people under his command when he first came?"

He paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, his iron-blue face tightened,

When he walked to the table, he habitually picked up the blue and white porcelain teacup on the table and was about to send it to his mouth, but as soon as his palm touched the wall of the cup, he angrily slammed the whole teacup to the ground!

"Useless stuff!"

When the subordinates on the side touched the cold light shot out by a pair of eyes that were burned red by anger under Zhu Zongchen's raised eyebrows, how could they not know that the tea was already cold, and they hurriedly knelt down in front of him, kowtowing again and again: "The little one should be damned!" Little damn it! ”

This is not to blame him, Zhu Zongchen roared in anger Ning Er quickly took a cup of tea, and the people around him rushed forward.

Zhu Zongchen sat on the Taishi chair, let out a long sigh, and waved his hand to the two kneeling on the ground, "You two go down first, Ning'er will go back to the sect, and then plan later!" ”

"Yes! Master! ”

Seeing Ning Er turn around and walk out of the main hall, Zhu Zongchen called a person hiding behind the screen, who was dressed in a purple robe, stepped forward in response, and bowed towards Zhu Zongchen.

Zhu Zongchen hurriedly raised his hand and motioned for him to sit next to him, "Mr. Zhu, the matter has come to this, I think I will add one more person to the promotion list handed over." ”

The middle-aged man called Mr. Zhu smiled and responded, "What does Lord Zhu mean, adding comfort to it?" What official position do you plan to entrust him? ”

Zhu Zongchen's fingers on the table tapped the table in turn, thought for a while and said, "Give him the position of the Chengdu garrison general." ”

Mr. Zhu frowned, and was a little puzzled by Zhu Zongchen's decision: "My lord, giving him this official position is equivalent to handing over the entire green camp in Chengdu to him, isn't it a bit too high?" ”

"I have received a reply from Gonggong Xu, the matter in Wang Jing has been almost settled, and I don't want to have any handle to stay in Sichuan before I leave for Wang Jing. Since comfort is not dying, let him help me sweep the floor, I can't count on Zeng Ziren's idiot anymore. In the matter of military power, we have this little commander in our hands, and he can't do it. ”

Mr. Zhu nodded suddenly, "What do you mean?" Driving the tiger and devouring the wolf? ”

Zhu Zongchen shook his head, his eyes that were burning with anger just now were as cold as ice, "Mr. Zhu looks down on them, at most they are just a sandpiper and a clam fighting, and in the end, the old man has to clean up the mess." ”

"My lord, Zeng Ziren asks to see you!"

Listen to the voice of the waiter outside the door,

Hearing this, Mr. Zhu got up and arched his hand and said, "Lord Nazhu is busy first, and he will retire first." So saying, he turned a corner and headed towards the back door of the main hall.

"Sir, walk slowly."

Zhu Zongchen bowed his hand, then cleared his throat and said towards the door, "Let him come in." ”

"Take-sama!"

Zeng Ziren was dressed in black cotton clothes, kneeling in the center of the hall,

He changed the appearance of his previous gorgeous brocade robe, with two white silk filial piety belts around his waist and head, his eye sockets were deep, his surroundings were black and swollen, and his face was also very pale, completely lacking the radiant young master appearance of a few days ago.

Zhu Zongchen hurriedly stood up from his seat, picked up Zeng Ziren, who was lying on the ground with both hands, and said with a heartache:

"Why is the virtuous nephew so haggard!"

Zeng Ziren was helped by him to stand up slowly, sighed heavily and said: "My father unfortunately sacrificed his life for the country, and he didn't sleep all night last night, which made the adults laugh. ”

Zhu Zongchen sat him on the Taishi chair at the bottom, and said very sadly: "Virtuous nephew, the matter of the boss, I am also very sad, I have worked hard for decades, and I was actually killed by a group of bandits who do not know the height of the sky, speaking of which, I am to blame for this matter, and the matter of using soldiers should still be discussed with the boss, alas! ”

Zeng Ziren silently took out the tiger talisman from his arms, put it in front of Zhu Zongchen's table, and said a little gloomily: "Let's make adults laugh, my father was an unfilial son before his death, and he always let him worry about me, and in the end, it was also because of his recklessness....... It is no wonder that he lost his life. ”

As he spoke, his eyes full of tears were swollen, and they were filled with regret, chagrin, grievance, grief, and thousands of words he wanted to say to the old man.

Zhu Zongchen glanced at the tiger talisman on the table in front of him, and felt that this little young master felt a little discouraged after this great sorrow, so he turned away from the topic of the old commander and asked him, "What are the plans of the virtuous nephew in the future?" ”

Zeng Ziren lowered his head and said silently: "Alas, I haven't listened to my father much in my life, and now that he is gone, I can't go against his words." After I returned the tiger talisman to the adult, I moved out of Chengdu according to what my father said, returned to the countryside, and became a rich man for the rest of my life. ”

Zhu Zongchen said in his heart that this old commander really understands his son, for Zeng Ziren, the choice of a rich man has both necessary conditions and inevitable reasons, and it is the best place to go.

It's just that this doesn't quite fit Zhu Zongchen's idea....

"That's it!"

Zhu Zongchen pretended to sigh and said,

"Since the virtuous nephew is tired of secular officialdom and plans to live the life of idle clouds and wild cranes, then I will ask the emperor to take back his destiny."

The word "fate",

It still fell into Zeng Ziren's ears as Zhu Zongchen expected,

Zeng Ziren raised his head, and his eyes glanced towards Zhu Zongchen as if unintentionally, "My lord..... Does the adult's destiny have anything to do with me? ”

Zhu Zongchen turned his head to Zeng Ziren, who looked haggard, and nodded heavily: "Of course, I originally planned to show the virtuous nephew to the saint as the acting commander of Sichuan, and it is also reasonable for the son to inherit his father's business, I don't think the emperor will object, but since the virtuous nephew has no such intentions, let's stop there." ”

As he spoke, he stood up and beckoned his subordinates to take a pair of pen and ink, wanting to lift the pen and fold it.

"Slow down, adult!"

Zeng Ziren hurriedly stretched out his hand and stopped Zhu Zongchen's soft hair that had just been filled with ink in front of the paper........