When he marched forward again,

I had to deal with such a thorny incident first, because I heard from my subordinates that a captured general of the Northern Army was planning to surrender to me, or the Southern Army's camp.

Although I had soldiers who continued to be retained and supplemented from the background of Runzhou, Jiangning and other local feudal towns, they were all from the Jiangnan and Huainan generations that were relatively peaceful and submissive, and their origins and interests with the Northern Dynasties were not particularly close to the old feudal towns.

Moreover, the generals and officers resolutely refused to retain them, but only accepted their soldiers, and tried to avoid the township party and kinship relations and broke up and reorganized them into the system.

But the ones from the Northern Army camp are different, even if they dare to serve, I really don't dare to store them casually, and I don't feel at ease to use them.

After all, this is not a business strategy game, captured generals and soldiers, as long as they are closed for a period of time, their loyalty will naturally decline, and then as long as they are repeatedly recorded and read, they will be used successfully, and they will use money, treasures and equipment to refresh their loyalty.

They are living people, with their own thinking ability and position background, and in the Northern Dynasties camp, they also have inextricable origins and complex social relations foundations, so they are not so simple to give up, but quickly change their camp positions and start over from scratch.

"Humble Liu Jiye, I have seen the general ......"

The captives of the Northern Army captured in each battle were kept in the rear, and after accumulating a certain amount, a part of them would be handed over to the commander in batches as proof of corresponding merit, or they would be escorted to the rear and then resold to friendly troops in exchange for the necessary supplies.

But this Liu Jiye is an exception, it is said that he is a military disciple who has guarded Datong in Yunzhong for generations, and is known as "old in border affairs".

He was also one of the very few high-ranking generals of the Northern Army who was captured by our army, and he also gave an important military account, so he was left in the army with a very strange commodity, but I didn't expect him to suddenly take the initiative to ask to see me.

"Give me a reason to waste time seeing you"

With this kind of thought, I looked coldly at the person standing under the hall, he was past middle age and his sideburns were gray, and the group was standing there, very vicissitudes.

"Otherwise, I wouldn't mind digging an extra hole outside"

"I just want to send a chance to give you a detailed ......"

"If you don't send it early, you don't send it late, and you suddenly came out at this time and said that you want to send the opportunity,"

I was unmoved.

"You understand that you have ulterior motives, or treat others as nothing......"

"I should have something to do with it......"

His face remained unchanged

"It's just that I've been focusing on the Lord......"

I was a little disappointed and disapproving, although this guy has the same name as the Yang Wushu who died in the golden beach in history, but obviously there is not much discipline and lower limit.

"Because,"

He paused, took a closer look at my face and continued

"What I want to vote for is not the big beam, but your nobleman......"

"Clever words."

I sneered.

"You can go to death, go and don't send ......"

This is obviously a speculator of Chiguoguo, followed by a full careerist, who actually knows how to provoke people's hearts, but unfortunately he found the wrong person, and the timing was not right.

"Pull it out and cut ......"

I said without hesitation to the guards who walked in.

"It is clearly a normal way and means, a goal that can be achieved and achieved...... Why should you listen to the false words of this captive of you, and risk going through these side doors?"

"I also know the deployment and defense points of the states along the river in Hebei Province, as well as the basic strategy of the eastern platform."

Before he was dragged out, he hurriedly shouted out.

"I said it earlier, wouldn't this be a ......?"

I shook my head

"Why bother around so many bends......"

After a few moments, I sat back down in front of him and took ten steps back to the right or left.

"The commander knows that in order to cross the river, the eastern platform has been exhausted by the elite......"

He didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, and replied honestly.

"Several handovers have come down...... Lost troops from all walks of life"

He flashed a look of remembrance and remembrance.

"Now along the Hebei line, it is extremely empty......"

"As long as the ministry is close to the area of Togi Province, at most there are only some Tutuan and Xiangyong ......"

"Don't the commander want to take this opportunity to do something......

I narrowed my eyes slightly, although he was a prisoner, he was obviously not ignorant. But then again, our army has no news that can completely block and isolate all kinds of victories against these prisoners, as long as he is extra attentive to collecting, he can still know something.

"It only takes one partiality teacher to ......"

Speaking of this, he seemed to involuntarily show a certain fanatical and fierce expression.

"A partial division can disturb its huge situation to ......"

"Then what is your reason and position to do this......

I still didn't move lightly, and said coldly

"Or rather, what do you want......"

"Naturally, I want to borrow the hand of the military commander and avenge me by the way......"

He said unabashedly with a certain gnashing of teeth.

"With the ancestors of the Liu family who died in laying, and a little old grudge against the murder of people by their predecessors......"

I'm speechless, your sister, what kind of painting style is this?

is obviously a careerist who has no discipline and begs for his life, but in the blink of an eye, he has transformed into a bitter and hateful Wu Zixu, don't you have such a playful ......

The thousand-year-old city, the former capital of the Six Dynasties

Under the stormy Luodu City, since the Nanguan was broken, all kinds of bad news and rumors have been heard all over the world, and it can be said that a few days of shock, trampling on the pillow in the market, and thousands of people were killed and injured. ，

And Cheng Suzai, who had just finished meeting with the big shot, still had Fang Cai's words ringing in his ears again

"South of Luoshui, it's already three thousand dollars in Dougu......"

"So what."

"I'm afraid that if it goes on like this, we will have to eat each other......"

He said with some grief, because it was not his chasing after the wind, but the scrawny and fierce faces he saw as he passed through the streets.

"After all, it's the people of Toki...... The hearts of the people are gone."

He finally said it.

However, the big photographer who saw each other did not get angry because of this, or pulled out the golden gourd and hit the top outside the palace gate according to the custom.

"At this time, we should put national affairs first......

He just sighed a little and said kind words in commensurate

"If you can't stop the southern rebellion, everything will be over, and you will have no future to speak of"

"Take a step back, even if you are allowed to give it for a while......"

"There are hundreds of thousands of household registrations in the city, if you put it today and tomorrow, can it still survive the day after tomorrow......"

"There is not much left in the national reserve, and the accumulation of the left treasury in the past dynasties must also be used to ensure the material of the civil and military officials, and the daily life of the nobles,"

"And the unforeseen need of the frontier soldiers......"

"Now that the world is difficult, we can only choose between the important and the important, and sacrifice a little......"

"Come on, take half a cart of millet from the big Yingku and send it to Master Su's mansion......"

After he walked out slowly and dejectedly, he looked at the bags that had been carried onto the ox cart, but his body seemed to be pulling out his backbone, and his body became more and more rickety.

As a long-term decoration in the imperial history platform, the last representative of Qingliu and conscience, it can be said that the sadness is that the heart is dead.

After crossing the East Tianjin Bridge and coming to Nanhe Street, Su Zai, who was in a hurry, suddenly raised his head.

In front of the noisy sound, a group of high-headed horses, dressed in fragrant cars, roaming around the city of noble children, they carried female tricks in the horses, gambling and competing in the streets, and the soldiers and civilians did not dare to stop each other. Even Su Zai's ox cart had to be busy whipping to avoid the left and right.

And these elated, rushing through the streets, even the ordinary pack horses pulling carts, are also eaten with tendons, shiny and bright and colored, with galloping all the way, and splashing out of the food, are all the best fine millet, attracting a large number of people with yellow faces and thin muscles, competing and fighting in the dust and mud, and picking between the cracks of the road stones with red eyes.

Some people can't wait, stuffing the raw chestnuts mixed with gray and muddy dust straight into their mouths, and then showing some kind of miserable white smile with some satisfaction, and then how others kick and beat, they just refuse to spit it out anymore.

This is still the first good area at the feet of the Son of Heaven, and this is still the capital of a country, just like the murals of the Pure Land of Buddhism, the land of evil karma raging with the Hungry Ghost Dao and the Shura Dao.

Looking at the bags of chestnut rice stacked in the back of the car, and then thinking about the hungry faces of the neighbors, suddenly the huge contrast between people and animals made him feel all kinds of resentment and sorrow for a while, and a heat rushed to his throat, this Su Zhongcheng actually vomited a mouthful of blood, and slowly fell on the ox cart, and could no longer respond to the old slave's panicked and anxious calls......