Zeng Ying was in pain.

He sat in the arrow tower of Lingquan Mountain in Shunqing Mansion, his face was tired, and the mountain-patterned iron armor he was wearing had several damages, which seemed to be caused by being shot by arrows, and the eight-petal iron helmet on his head was dusty, almost unable to see the original color, and the big red cloak he was wearing had long since disappeared, holding a large porcelain bowl in his hand, and drinking water in a big gulp.

On the left and right sides of his hand, Yang Zhan and Wang Xiang, who still had whip marks on their faces, sat on a bench, and there were also some generals and guerrilla officers.

Outside the arrow tower, from time to time there were one or two sounds of birds shooting, and many people were noisy and shouting and scolding.

Zeng Ying put down the bowl, a little displeased, and narrowed his eyes.

Wang Xiang understood, immediately stood up, walked to the door and shouted outside: "What are you shouting nonsense? What is a rock-moving wood ghost called? ****** be quiet for Lao Tzu, and cut off your heads while the adults rest! ”

As soon as he roared out, the shouting outside immediately subdued.

Wang Xiang scolded and sat back in place, and said: "These turtle sons, they have no strength to kill the enemy, and they are very energetic to complain, and they will clean them up sooner or later!" ”

Yang Zhan sighed and said indifferently: "You don't have to blame the sons below, this war has dragged on for so long, and the iron man has to be boiled into scum, and it is not surprising that they complain." ”

Zeng Ying glanced at Yang Zhan with squinted eyes.

Yang Zhan's heart was upset, and he hurriedly said: "My lord, I'm not saying anything else, just to tell the truth, Zhang Xianzhong attacks every day, **** endlessly, it's been more than two months, and the soldiers below are working very hard." ”

He seemed to glance at Wang Xiang casually: "The guards on the city are all my strange battalion foot soldiers, in the past two months, 8,000 soldiers are scattered in the walled city, half of them are dead, and the rest are also injured. Those who squatted in the city to eat dry rice should also be beaten up. ”

Wang Xiang was furious when he heard this, and his body that had just sat down jumped up and said in a rough voice: "Cripple Yang, what ****** you say?" Your soldiers are all over the city, aren't Lao Tzu's soldiers fighting? Which time did you go out of the city to fight back that it wasn't my people who went? Lao Tzu's people also died a lot, who are you talking about in a weird way? ”

The corners of Yang Zhan's mouth twitched, and he piled up a smile on his face that was more ugly than crying: "Whoever agrees will say whom." ”

Wang Xiang's body moved, and the next second he pounced on Yang Zhan, both of them were five big and three thick, the scuffle together was simply earth-shattering, cups and bowls flew wildly, a group of generals, guerrillas, some originally took refuge under the door of the two and scolded each other, and those who watched coldly, except for Zeng Ying, all of them were in a mess.

The flag officer standing next to Zeng Ying was in charge of discipline in the army, and at this time he shouted twice with a white face, but no one listened to him at all, and he rolled around on his own.

"Enough!"

Zeng Ying slapped the low table next to him, and as far as his palm could reach, the solid wooden table was smashed and turned into a pile of wood scattered on the ground.

"Get the fuck up for me! What does this look like, is it a thug? ! ”

He was furious, Yang Zhan and Wang Xiangcai were separated stupidly, Yang Zhan's whiplash wound did not heal, obviously suffered a loss, the helmet fell off, his head spread out, and there was a black circle on his eyes, and he snorted on the ground for a long time before he got up. Wang Xiang also had a blue patch on his face, which was hit by Yang Zhan's headbutt.

Zeng Ying looked at a group of soldiers and ruffians, and suddenly felt a headache, outside Zhang Xianzhong's army surrounded Tucheng and attacked wildly, and his internal division began to divide again, what should I do?

Yang Zhan squeaked his teeth and stared at Wang Xiang fiercely, he looked as vicious as trying to eat people, he was afraid of Zeng Ying, but he was not afraid of Wang Xiang, Wang Xiang also stared back, and the eyes of the two were entangled like fighting in the air.

"Since everyone doesn't want to fight, what should we do? Let's talk about it. Zeng Ying squinted his eyes and asked.

Wang Xiang preemptively said: "My lord, Zhang Xianzhong's backyard is not stable now, during this time there are many wealthy clans in western Sichuan who have taken refuge in my camp, I heard that now the thief decree is not out of Chengdu Baili, many states and counties have been anyway, recruit the people to defend themselves, kill the thieves and officials, just wait for the imperial army to attack, it is better for us to retreat a little, so that Zhang Xianzhong breathed a sigh of relief." As soon as we retreat, the thief will definitely turn back and clean up the chaos in his territory, and then take advantage of his division of troops, and we will surely win a complete victory! ”

Zeng Ying listened to it and was noncommittal, but Yang Zhan sneered.

Wang Xiang said angrily: "Cripple Yang, what are you laughing at?" ”

Yang Zhan said: "Lao Tzu laughed at you and took care of your own territory, you probably heard that Qin Liangyu's righteous son Wang Huan occupied Kuizhou at this time and robbed your old nest, and I was panicked, and I wanted to rush back to get it back, don't think I don't know your little abacus." ”

He snorted coldly, "Have you ever considered an adult when you do this?" If we withdraw our troops, and the thief takes the opportunity to cover up and kill, he has many soldiers, and we leave the pass, where can we stop him? When the time comes, maybe Chongqing will be lost, you still have Kuizhou, where are you going? ”

Wang Xiang's face was blue and white, a pair of fists crackled, and his eyes were almost on fire: "Yang lame, you don't want to sow discord, we lost Kuizhou, which is equivalent to cutting off the channel with Huguang, I am thinking about it for adults, and I came up with this method in the long run, otherwise Wang Huan is so long-looking at Shu, and thinking about what to do with Chongqing Mansion?" ”

Yang Zhan snorted and said, "Rural people, how many soldiers does he have?" Dare to fight the idea of Chongqing government. ”

Wang Xiang was stunned, speechless, he was indeed as Yang Zhan said, he was thinking about returning to the army to recapture Kuizhou as soon as possible, where was his town, if he lost him, he would have nowhere to settle like a savage, and he couldn't collect taxes, and the days without money were very bitter. But Yang Zhan is right, if there were really many Shizhu soldiers, they would have sent troops to fight Zeng Ying a long time ago, where would they wait until Kuizhou was empty after destroying Tan Wen before they came out of the mountain, if they said that they would attack the important town of Chongqing, no one would believe it.

Zeng Ying listened to the quarrel between the two, and his heart was bright, Wang Xiang wanted to return to Kuizhou for his own interests, Yang Zhan wanted to keep Shunqing, of course, it was also for himself, the places west of Chongqing were all Yang Zhan's towns, if he retreated like this, his territory would of course fall into the hands of Zhang Xianzhong, so he didn't have a word when he let his people be responsible for guarding the pass.

The two quarreled back and forth, all for the sake of the territory, but this territory was given to them by Zeng Ying, and at worst, it was Zeng Ying's place, Zeng Ying couldn't just think about the immediate like the two of them, but calculated it all.

Zeng Ying closed his eyes, frowned and thought carefully, whether to hold on, wait for Zhang Xianzhong to insist on going back to fight the fire, or slowly retreat and retreat, rest and go back, it is really a dilemma.

What about peace?

Zeng Ying suddenly had such an idea in his mind, isn't the reason why Zhang Xianzhong called over is because the official army occupies several of his mansions, and now the backyards of both sides are not stable, and it is estimated that the thief is also in a hurry, if you send some gold and silver property, grain and grass beauties, let's talk about it, and then talk about it in the future, maybe it can succeed? Anyway, it has been so many years since the official army and the thieves talked about fighting, and there has been a precedent since the Wanli period, and they have experience with each other, and it is beneficial for both sides to negotiate peace.

The more Zeng Ying thought about it, the more reliable he became, he sat up straight, his eyes were shining, and he circled around his subordinates, thinking about who to send to discuss peace, and at this moment, there was a loud commotion outside the arrow tower, as if there were many people shouting.

This voice disturbed Zeng Ying's thinking, his face was cold, and he was about to do it, but he saw a bloodied soldier outside the door rushing in sweating, kneeling on the ground, pulling a bellows in his mouth and gasping for a few breaths, and then shouted hoarsely: "My lord, Chongqing City is lost!" ”

The generals present were all stunned, dumbfounded and speechless.

Zeng Ying's squinted eyes suddenly opened, his eyes widened, he jumped up and grabbed the soldier's neckline, ignoring the blood stains on his clothes, and asked in a trembling voice: "You, what did you say?" ”