When Li Chuyun's army successfully joined forces with Murong Yanzhao, it was already more than a month later.

After nearly two years, seeing Murong Yanzhao again, Sun Yue found that he was thinner than when he was in Kaifeng before, as thin as a hemp stick, with two dark circles under his eyes almost reaching his nostrils, and a particularly thick sable fur on his body, his body shook straight when he walked, as if he was about to fall down when the wind blew.

In contrast, Li Chuyun was wearing a bright light heavy armor, with a hard beard, a face like a heavy jujube, eyes like camel bells, holding a long machete, and a three-stone strong bow with black and gold silk on his back.

"Li Jianjun, the journey is hard, there is nothing good in the barbarian land of Xiangyang, everyone in the Privy Council quickly enter the tent and drink a cup of hot tea to warm up your body."

Li Chuyun said: "No need, although we are civil officials, we are not as squeamish as Commander Murong thought, the war is urgent, the military situation is like fire, let's discuss the strategy of breaking the enemy first, please Commander Murong convene the generals, this supervision army will hold a meeting in the White Tiger Account, and by the way, I will know the generals on the Shannan side." ”

As he spoke, Li Chuyun casually raised his hand, regarded it as a salute, and walked straight away.

Murong Yanzhao was really embarrassed, his face turned a little blue, what is this? Dismounted?

In this battle, Zhao Kuangyin can be said to have made up his mind, only succeeded, not allowed to fail, and was enough to transfer Murong Yanzhao to the ten states in the south, and gathered 60,000 or 70,000 people, known as 100,000 troops, to be honest, if it wasn't for Li Chuyun, the supervising army, Murong Yanzhao might have been drinking and having fun in Jiangling City at this time.

Therefore, in front of so many people, the less than 30,000 forbidden troops brought by Li Chuyun are actually the icing on the cake, and the Great Song Dynasty at this time is not the same as the Shannan soldiers trained by Murong Yanzhao a hundred years later, and they are really not necessarily weaker than the forbidden army, plus he was the first person in the forbidden army two years ago, and the generals of the forbidden army did not dare to take a big deal with him, so in the eyes of normal people, Li Chuyun came to be his staff.

Of course, that is for a normal person, but the problem is that this Li Chuyun is not a normal person at all, or in other words, the excitement of leading the troops to fight makes him a bit like a psychopath.

In his heart, the current Murong Yanzhao is just a Shannan Jiedu envoy, in terms of official position, what does he, the privy deputy envoy, count as a little face for a local Jiedu envoy? In terms of relationship, he is a cronie of Zhao Kuangyin's cronies, the executor of the Chenqiao Mutiny, and Murong Yanzhao is just a remnant of the Later Zhou.

Li Chuyun has long regarded this war as a stage for himself to call Zhao Pu, so he does not allow anyone to steal his limelight, and neither can Murong Yanzhao, on the contrary, it is precisely because Murong Yanzhao's prestige is too great that he has to suppress his limelight even more, so that he can snatch the command power.

Murong Yanzhao blushed and took a hard breath, and because the air was too cold, his body was too weak, and he couldn't help but have a heart-rending cough, and the Privy Council officials who followed Li Chuyun saw that their boss was so hard, so they naturally hurriedly trotted and followed Li Chuyun to the big tent.

In their opinion, this is a silent contest between the Privy Council and the first person in the military, and they are from the Privy Council, can they still stand on Murong Yanzhao's side? So much so that Murong Yanzhao was about to vomit blood when he coughed here, but none of them dared to take a second look.

Of course, Sun Yue is an exception.

"Uncle Murong, are you okay?"

Murong Yanzhao coughed for a long time, his face was pale, but he was very useful for Sun Yue's concern, Sun Yue was a member of the Privy Council, which was a step for him, so he smiled and said: "It's okay, get used to it, people are dying, any cat or dog dares to jump out and be angry with me, I haven't seen you for two years, you have grown a lot taller, and you have become a prisoner in the army, it's really good, go quickly, after all, it's your Shangguan, Uncle doesn't blame you." ”

"Uncle Murong should take good care of his health, by the way, my father received a three-hundred-year-old ginseng a few days ago, and he asked me to bring it to you, it's in my marching backpack, you wait and I'll find it."

Murong Yanzhao smiled even more happily and said, "Your father has a heart, then I'm welcome, take me to thank him." ”

"Yes, Uncle Murong is the pillar of the country, you must take care of your health, then I will go to Uncle first."

"Hmm."

After all, Sun Yue is an official of the Privy Council, so it is impossible to go too far, and it would be too different to accompany Murong Yanzhao all the time, so he also followed the Privy Council's troops.

Before Sun Yue could go far, he clearly heard a voice like an artillery battle behind him: "Handsome! That surnamed Li actually dares to give you a face! He thought he was something! If you're not handsome, I'll find a few brothers tonight and beat him up, or I'll kill him altogether. ”

This voice was like a small steel cannon, and it was clearly deliberately said to Li Chuyun, although it was just a meaningless mouth cannon, but it was not a threat.

Although Zhao Kuangyin's meaning of emphasizing literature and light military force is already obvious, it is said that the Privy Council should indeed suppress the generals, but the inertia of people's thinking is not something that Zhao Kuangyin can immediately change with a paper system, Han Qi can press Di Qing like a grandson, that is because the Great Song Dynasty has become a habit of emphasizing literature and light military force for a hundred years, and at this time, after all, it has just passed five dynasties and ten countries, in people's minds, scholars are useless, and in the ten years of the Hou Zhou, there are double digits of the prison army that was cut because the boss looked unpleasant, Chai Rong didn't endure it?

Could it be that Zhao Kuangyin, who has just ascended the throne for just over three years, has surpassed that Chai Rong, who bullied the world and even the Khitans had to retreat when they saw it? It doesn't seem to be.

Therefore, the soldiers believe that even if they really kill this so-called prison lord, Zhao Kuangyin will at most be the next holy decree, scolding Murong Yanzhao bitterly, and the reward will not be less, what is this?

This is the inertia of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms. Soldiers, generals!

Civil service? How could an official family turn against a general who led the troops because of a scholar.

Murong Yanzhao waved his hand and stopped the nonsense of the soldiers, because he knew very well that Zhao Kuangyin was not Chai Rong, Chai Rong had been brave and diligent all his life, so he dared to drive a carriage without reins to gallop, and Zhao Kuangyin, believe it or not, if there was even a little bump in these two carriages, he would stop first, repair the car and then go to battle.

Li Chuyun is really nothing in his eyes, but this prison army, after all, represents Zhao Kuangyin, and now he is terminally ill and is about to die, he neither wants to divide one side to listen to the tune and not listen to the announcement, nor does he intend to let his son inherit his festival envoy, why should he add to the block for his little brother who has become an official before he dies?

I can bear it. After all, after his death, he still wants to make a better posthumous seal.