"You bird officer still have a little meaning, let's say, how much are you going to give us." Scar Han asked with a glint in his eyes, his voice was not loud, just enough for Ning Zhiyuan to hear.

Ning Zhiyuan smiled secretly, no wonder he was fooled so easily, it turned out that he came with the idea of making his own money, since this is the case

"Come with your ears, and I'll tell you." Ning Zhiyuan also pretended to whisper, "However, you have to promise me one more thing, otherwise, why should I give you more money?" ”

Scar Man smiled, which made his originally hideous face even more hideous, and his heart was completely relieved, since he had something to ask for himself, it would be even more fine, he had to take the opportunity to ask for more, so he happily stretched his head over.

"I can give you 20,000 taels, but I want it"

Scarface was even more excited, 20,000 taels, it seems that he can consider taking the money and then killing this group of officers and soldiers later.

Ning Zhiyuan tightened the machete in his hand, all the knives were brought by Li Julin for himself, thinking that there were too many people eating empty salaries, and the weapons were about to rust.

There was a trace of sweat in his palms, and he looked nervously at the ugly head at hand, but there was something he had to do, and this was his first big step in this world.

"I want your head." The last two words were said along with Ning Zhiyuan's knife, so Dahan may or may not hear it, but it doesn't matter, the important thing is that Ning Zhiyuan himself is stunned, and Scarface is already dead.

"Brothers, rush." Almost at the same time, Chen Biao shouted, "Their leader has been killed by Gongzi, rush." ”

The anti-people froze, their own leader died, and they died like that?

"Run," facing the raging officers and soldiers who came, this was the thought in the hearts of all the anti-people.

For a time, the enemy army was crushed.

"Childe, the anti-people have been beaten away." Li Jun rode a horse and stood beside Ning Zhiyuan, it was the ninth time he said this, but his son-in-law still didn't say a word, which made him very worried.

In fact, when Ning Zhiyuan cut down Scarface, Li Jun was still very surprised, because his son didn't look like he had killed someone, and the first time he killed someone was in this situation, he did have some advantages, but immediately after, he found that something was wrong.

He didn't step forward to kill the enemy, because he wanted to guard Gongzi, and besides, as an elite of the Guanning Iron Cavalry who was used to killing Tartars, he didn't have much interest in these little rebels.

"Li Jun." Ning Zhiyuan shouted a little hollowly.

"Childe, you're okay." Li Jun said overjoyed.

Shaking his head, Ning Zhiyuan's voice was a little hoarse, and he said, "I'm fine, but it's a little strange, why can't I cut off his head." ”

Li Jun looked at the knife that was still trapped in Scarface's neck, and hesitated, "Childe's strength is not enough. ”

"I see." Ning Zhiyuan still said a little hoarsely, "I'm thinking, if I cut off his head, I won't be so scared, right, or, death will be more terrifying, I will be even more afraid?" ”

"Childe" Li Jun hasn't read much, he is just in a hurry, and he doesn't know how to comfort people, but he knows that his son's condition is not good.

"Childe won't be afraid of anything." Chen Biao's voice sounded in front of the two of them at this time, "Childe will not be afraid of anything, because Childe is Childe, the most capable reader." ”

"I'm not afraid of anything." Ning Zhiyuan raised his head, his eyes gradually brightened, and said, "I really won't be afraid of anything, because I am Ning Zhiyuan." I added another sentence in my heart, Ning Zhiyuan from later generations.

"Thank you, Li Jun, Chen Biao." Ning Zhiyuan showed a smile and said.

"Childe is fine." Li Jun said a little embarrassedly, without the coldness he had at the beginning, "Childe can't be fine." ”

Ning Zhiyuan nodded solemnly.

Li Jun has cleaned up the battlefield according to his habits for many years, and he has won a battle anyway, whether it is a little mouse or a little mouse killed, he has to have a harvest.

"Chen Biao, you" Ning Zhiyuan opened his mouth, seeing Chen Biao riding a horse and a pestle looking at himself in place, feeling that his mind that had just recovered his mind was a little hairy.

"Childe." Chen Biao lowered his head and said solemnly, "I am willing to die for my son." ”

Ning Zhiyuan looked at this rough face with a beard, and felt that it was not much better than the scar face that was killed by himself, but it seemed to look much more pleasing to the eye, but he didn't know what it was like to cut it down.

Smiling again, Ning Zhiyuan said, "We are brothers first, then comrades-in-arms, and then, I am your son." ”

Chen Biao nodded and rode away.

Looking at the ugly scarred face again, Ning Zhiyuan stepped forward and pulled out his knife, this is the best of Li Julin's three thousand knives, it can't be lost, otherwise there will never be another one, Ning Zhiyuan thought.

The final result was that there were no casualties on their side, but there were only less than 2,000 enemies killed, and it was mainly killed by Chen Biao's cavalry, but there were a lot of tatters left behind when the militia fled, what iron rods, wooden forks, and hoes made Ning Zhiyuan a little speechless.

Ning Zhiyuan was very fortunate that his side was not killed, only a few minor injuries, and it was also expected, when he read the history of the Ming Dynasty in his previous life, he often found a phenomenon that thousands of elites chased tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of anti-people to run, and after all, one person fought a platoon, and he only counted one dozen ten, which is interesting enough, he should not die.

What's more, his side didn't chase too much, and the other party ran away, because in his opinion, it was completely meaningless.

At night, a group of people did not sleep in the open, but rested in Zezhou Mansion, if there is a place to live and sleep in the open, it is called masochism.

Zezhou Prefecture belongs to Shanxi and borders Henan, and encountering such an arrogant anti-people in this place only shows that the military city in this place is really a waste, and the militia is about to enter Henan and the capital. Of course, Ning Zhiyuan knows that almost all the military capitals are waste, and there will be no danger in this civil uprising, and then a few years later, a more violent civil uprising will be set off again to overthrow the Ming Dynasty.

In any case, Wang Zhilin, the prefect of Zezhou, warmly welcomed this army that helped them defeat the anti-people, with a regular establishment of 200 people, but as soon as he reported to the imperial court, he retreated tens of thousands of enemies and beheaded thousands of people.

"Governor Wang, thank you for your hospitality tonight." Ning Zhiyuan showed a signature smile on his face, and then sighed, "Hey, if I knew that there were so many anti-people here, it would be better to listen to Mr. Xu's words and go directly from Shaanxi, wouldn't that be faster?" ”

"Huh?" Wang Zhilin was taken aback, "Teacher Xu is Xu Cifu?" ”

Ning Zhiyuan nodded helplessly, "His old man is really like a god, I have to write to him to admit my mistakes, otherwise I don't know if he still recognizes me as a closed disciple." ”

Wang Zhilin's face was sweating, as a prefect, first of all, he was a literati, and as a literati, he knew the glorious deeds of this young prefect, didn't he say that there was no backer? How did you pull out such a big Buddha? His own merits have been reported to the court during the day, if this kid says so, then he can't be a gang?

Looking at Wang Zhilin's appearance, Ning Zhiyuan secretly resented in his heart, this little waste that the city government does not have can become the prefect, this Ming Dynasty

"That, Ning Zhifu," Wang Zhilin said with a slight stammer.

"Just call me Zhiyuan." Ning Zhiyuan said with a smile, "You are an elder." ”

"No, no, no, I'll call you the Ningxia Prefect," Wang Zhilin hurriedly said, "That, why does Lord Xu still want you to be the Ningxia Prefect, don't you know that it's a bit messy there?" ”

Ning Zhiyuan smiled secretly, this was inquiring about his own reality, so he sighed again and said, pointing to himself, "Lord Wang, am I very young?" ”

Wang Zhilin nodded again and again, thinking to himself, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old prefect has never had one.

"So, my teacher said that if I don't release it, I can't go up too quickly, and then"

Wang Zhilin is a little stupid, this seems to be reasonable, do you want to believe it?

"Childe," this is a man who ran in from outside in a hurry, Ning Zhiyuan pretended to be unhappy and said, "What's the matter, didn't you see that I was talking to the prefect of Wang?" ”

The man gasped and handed over a letter and said, "Childe, Lord Xu's letter, Lord Xu's letter." ”

On the letter, I know four vigorous and powerful characters, 'To distant relatives'.

"What?" Wang Zhilin and Ning Zhiyuan shouted at the same time, of course, Wang Zhilin was frightened, and Ning Zhiyuan was pretending.

Somewhat helplessly, he put the letter away, and Ning Zhiyuan said, "Lord Wang, today's banquet is here, why don't I go back first?" ”

Wang Zhilin nodded a little stunned, but quickly reacted again, shook his head quickly, and shouted loudly, "Lord Ning, wait a minute." ”

The letter is still a little familiar to me, and it really looks like Lord Xu's words, falsely reporting the credit may not necessarily have any big deals, because all the officials of the Ming Dynasty are doing it, but the credit is grabbed by Xu Guangqi's closed disciples, isn't this looking for death?