Wang is very cunning and knows how to forbear, but after all, he is only a priest, he has never commanded thousands of troops, and he is really inexperienced in the face of chaos. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Thousands of congregants, surrounded by chaotic people, belong to dozens of halls, and in normal times, for the sake of secrecy, only a few people know each other, and suddenly they are mobilized, and communication has become the most fatal problem.

Many people can only follow the crowd, and when people beat them, they will also fight when they retreat, and when they encounter changes, they will be very chaotic.

The king, surrounded by his cronies, ran everywhere, and he wanted everyone to see him and let them continue to attack.

Wang Ning'an had already prepared four identical human heads, which were hung up on all four sides of the Shuaifu at the same time, the roar of the soldiers shook the heavens and the earth, and the Manichaeans were finally afraid, they hesitated, looking at the human head in surprise, they didn't believe that the great dragon head with great magical powers would die, but the human head was placed in front of them, how to explain it?

When he hesitated, Yang Huaiyu led the tribe to finally kill in, after a night of fighting, Yang Huaiyu's eyes were red like rabbits, and his world was only blood-red.

I don't know how much the knife in my hand has changed, and my whole body is full of condensed and blackened blood, layer after layer, which makes everyone fat.

They stormed, and the Manichaeans began to rout, fleeing in all directions.

How fierce you are when you come, how embarrassed you are when you run.

Yang Huaiyu was rushing forward, and happened to meet Wang Ze and his party head-on.

"Kill!"

He rushed forward first, and the two protectors rushed out, Yang Huaiyu's body just shook slightly, dodging the opponent's spear, the knife in his hand slashed left and right, and the necks of the two protectors spurted blood, and they were dragged out by the horses for more than a dozen steps before they pounced and fell.

The Yang family's subordinates followed, screaming and pounced.

……

"The reinforcements have arrived, and the old man is finally alive."

Jia Changchao took off his helmet tremblingly, shook his almost broken neck a few times, and let out a long sigh of relief. The cold sweat just now soaked his hair, and Jia Xianggong didn't have the slightest chic, but he was in a good mood.

"Boy, what's the matter with that head? Did you really kill Wang Ze? ”

Wang Ningan grinned, and he asked people to bring another head, "Boss, please take a look." ”

Jia Changchao was a little scared, but he still took it, and when he saw it clearly, he laughed directly.

Where is the human head, it is clearly a white-flour steamed bun!

The size of a human head is made of flour, the head is messed with hair, the neck is smeared with chicken blood, the facial features on the face, and the eyeballs that protrude beyond the eye sockets look exactly like the real thing.

Hanging on the flagpole, from a distance, it really looks like a head.

It was Zhang Wenyuan who helped Wang Ningan make it, the master and apprentice who had been with him for many years, Zhang Wenyuan was very familiar with the master's appearance, and he supervised the work, which was seamless.

After figuring it out, Jia Changchao smiled like a chrysanthemum.

"Yours is the case! If there are any other bad ideas, let's talk about them together. ”

It's also a college question, this is called a magic calculation!

Wang Ningan said with a calm face: "Zhang Wenyuan used to write documents for Wang Ze, he knew the secret communication of the Manichaean Ming Sect, but now the Manichaeism is in chaos, and he is just fishing in troubled waters!" ”

Jia Changchao tapped his thighs, squinted his eyes, and kept bowing his head.

It's really a good way, the Manichi Ming Sect is in turmoil, it is a blow, and now that they are in chaos, they should also taste the power of the imperial court!

Jia Changchao immediately ordered his subordinates to take the documents forged by Zhang Wenyuan and go around contacting the Manichaeans, luring them out and catching them all......

Yang Huaiyu rushed inside, Wang Ningan almost didn't recognize it, this kid just snorted at Wang Ningan, and then arched his hand and said: "The last general will still put down the rebellion, please take care of the marshal." ”

Yang Huaiyu hit his horse and rushed towards the retreating thieves, and he really had a heroic taste.

"Stinky fart, it's not like I haven't seen your unlucky virtue!"

Wang Ning'an sneered, he hurriedly called Liang Dagang, how could he let it go when he made meritorious service and picked up a bargain. He wants to get on the horse and kill it and get some military merit.

"Stop me."

Jia Changchao's face suddenly darkened, "Wang Erlang, you come with Ben Shuai." ”

Repelled the thieves, Jia Xianggong regained his majesty, there really was a taste of Zaifu, which made Wang Ning'an feel furious, just now it was not polite, in case the old man held a grudge and wanted to trouble himself, it would be difficult to do!

But after thinking about it, the surname Jia is in big trouble, how can he have time to take care of himself!

When the two worried people arrived in the study, Jia Changchao sat majestically and kept looking at Wang Ning'an, Wang Ning'an was also not to be outdone, staring at Lao Jia with a smile, more relaxed.

Jia Changchao nodded secretly, sure enough, he is a demon, this kid knows, he doesn't need to ask the old man, it is the old man who asks him!

"Alas, Wang Erlang, he is really a young hero, if the command is determined, the old man must recommend it to the imperial court and ask His Majesty to reuse it." Seeing that Wang Ningan was still smiling, Jia Changchao gritted his teeth, he really didn't see a rabbit or an eagle!

"That's it, you're still too young to come out too early, and the old man will promote your father as Bao Yilang."

Wang Ningan pursed his lips, full of disdain.

"If I remember well, Bao Yilang is the military attache of the ninth grade, and His Majesty directly rewarded me with a nine-grade Ru Lin Lang, I didn't ask for it, you are too picky."

"Phew!"

Jia Chang spat angrily, "Stinky boy, your Ru Linlang eats rice, can he be the same as the old man?" ”

"What's different?" Wang Ningan said curiously.

Jia Changchao chuckled, "Your father becomes Bao Yilang, and the old man can promote him to take over as the commander of Cangzhou, as long as half a year, I will transfer him to the Daimyo Mansion and take over the command of the Tianxiong Army, in charge of 2,500 people." From now on, even if he is an old man's man, can he still make you suffer? Within five years, the old man could make Ling Zun a seven-rank official. ”

"It's only seven grades, it's just a big official with sesame mung beans!"

"Who did you listen to?" Jia Changchao was simply crazy, "Qipin is still a sesame official? How big is this sesame seed? Do you know that military attachés who exceed the seventh rank must be promoted by His Majesty's special order! ”

Wang Ningan was said to be blushing, the grade of the Song Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty are not the same thing, at the beginning of the country, the prime minister was only three grades, and the governor was the deputy prime minister, but in fact, there were only four grades.

Military generals do not have a respected bachelor to add, and the promotion is even slower, how many people have boiled their hair white, and they are still petty officials who are not in the stream, Jia Changchao promised a seven-grade, which is generous enough.

It's just that if you are courteous to others, you will ask for something.

Wang Ning'an's brain turned a few times, and he was no longer flattered, but sat opposite Jia Changchao, grabbed a cup of tea mixed with strange things, and tasted it slowly.

"Stinky boy, aren't you satisfied?" Jia Xianggong has to be hairy!

"Hahaha, I don't have such great ambitions in my later life, the court can give anything, as long as I don't give a blank check, I don't have to dream of marrying a daughter-in-law, and I'm happy in vain."

Jia Xianggong had never seen a blank check, but he understood the latter sentence, and suddenly his old face was covered with a layer of frost, and his arrogant posture was gone, replaced by infinite loneliness. The Sichuan character pattern on the door of the brain became clearer and clearer...... Can he not worry? The Mani Ming Sect made a mess under his nose, pulled up thousands of people and horses, attacked the Shuaifu, and disturbed the Daimyo's Mansion, what a great sin, as a pacification envoy of the Scripture, he did not have the slightest notice in advance, once the court held him responsible, he would definitely not be able to eat and walk around.

Leaving the Daimyo's Mansion, Jia Changchao seemed to see his future, like Fan Zhongyan, wandering around, running all over the world, as long as he didn't die, he could drive him to Hainan......

"Jia Xianggong, in fact, don't worry, you just commanded Ruoding, playing in front of the army, with outstanding demeanor, talking and laughing, the canopy is in ashes, strategizing, and winning thousands of miles, even Wu Qi and Sun Bin are not as good as Xianggong. As long as you tell Your Majesty this, not only will you not be dismissed, but you will be able to rise one step higher, and even return to the capital and rule the world again. ”

Jia Changchao sighed, "It's not easy to talk about, there are too many immortals in Hebei right now, not only will the old man not be rewarded, but some people will make a big fuss, saying that the old man is shameless and covers up his mistakes." If you want Your Majesty to believe in the old man, there must be a loyal person who writes for the old man, such as ......" Jia Changchao smiled meaningfully.

Wang Ningan pointed to his nose and exclaimed, "Jia Xianggong, are you asking me to write a book to praise you?" ”