Chapter Eighty-Nine Begins

Zheng Youliang frowned after hearing this, snorted, turned to look at Liang Jian, and sneered:

"General Liang, you are so capable, didn't you hear clearly just now? The prince said, I am fully responsible for the affairs here, you Liang Jian only need to obey the order, you immediately prepare all the people, according to my orders, first grab Xianjing Village. ”

Speaking of this, he paused, his eyes flashed with a fierce light in an instant, and he continued coldly, saying:

"Now that there is a shortage of grain and grass, the matter is urgent, Xianjing Village is a rich land in Yunzhou, and there must be a lot of grain in stock, so start from there first, but Xianjing Village will be extremely difficult to overcome for a while and a half, so"

He glanced around, walked in front of Liang Jian, and said in a low voice:

"This time, I will not be a bandit, I will use the identity of officers and soldiers to directly enter the village in the name of conscription, and kill all the villagers, leaving no one behind! After the grain is emptied, after this time, the other villages will be explored. ”

After speaking, he stood up straight, looked at Liang Jian with a cold gaze, and said:

"What does General Liang think?"

Liang Jian was covered in a cold sweat after hearing this, and was stunned for a long time before he reacted, fell to his knees suddenly, and said in a low voice:

"Lord Zheng, the last general thinks that this matter is absolutely impossible!"

Zheng Youliang glanced at him and said lightly:

"Oh? General Liang said to hear it. ”

Liang Jian gritted his teeth and kowtowed:

"Great grace, most of the hidden army is obtained from the 'Fengcheng conscription', all of them are forcibly conscripted, and the last general will do his best to let them train with peace of mind and be loyal to the king of Wei, but they have always hated the plunder, and they hate it, let them rob the people at this moment, they will definitely force them to rebel, and it will be unfavorable to the country, my lord! Can't you just get food nearby? ”

After speaking, he kowtowed several times and "made a sound".

Zheng Youliang shook his head after hearing this, suddenly smiled bitterly, and said:

"You get up, I couldn't have imagined this, but now the hidden army is in short supply of food and grass, and Liu Xiu is pressing step by step, the prince is too busy to take care of himself in Dongping, and he can't afford to requisition grain and grass, so you can only rely on yourself to tide over the difficulties."

He sighed, walked to the front of the camp, looked at the high mountains outside the camp, the blue sky in the distance, and turned back for a long time:

"There are still some elite 'Weifu soldiers' in the hidden army, so let them divide their soldiers into two routes, one part is responsible for slaughtering the village, and the other part is responsible for guarding to prevent people from escaping, as for the 'Fengcheng recruits', let them garrison the second layer of the periphery, just say that the army is suppressing bandits, once someone comes out of it, kill them."

Liang Jian's heart sank, he took a deep breath, bowed his head and said:

"Yes!"

Zheng Youliang looked up outside the sky, only to see the mountains in the distance, covered by green trees, and the Tianshan Mountains connected, and the scenery was very beautiful.

He closed his eyes, intoxicated, and there was something stirring in his heart, it was the desire to kill!

When he opened his eyes, a trace of greed and madness flashed in them, and his own character was the reason why King Wei asked him to do this.

Zheng Youliang suddenly sighed with emotion, the past, vividly, every night will be full of warm expectations for blood, when he killed 30,000 soldiers of Yan State, so that his future was ruined, just when he was panicked and thought that he would die, he was secretly summoned by King Wei and was reused.

Since then, King Wei's lynching has been almost entirely in his hands.

He smiled bitterly, turned back from the past, suppressed the desire for bloodthirsty killing in his heart, turned around, and said to Liang Jian:

"First pull the 'hidden army' into this matter thoroughly, let them get blood on their bodies, and they can no longer wash away their sins, and if they want to rebel in the future, they can't do it."

Liang Jian nodded and agreed, for some reason, he, who had always been unruly, felt an inexplicable chill in his heart at this moment under Zheng Youliang's cold gaze.

This is a feeling he has never felt in the army for more than ten years, and he subconsciously lowered his head and stopped talking.

In the camp, it was quiet, and the atmosphere was dull and depressing.

Liang Jian suddenly felt that the person standing in front of the door, the shadow of the sunlight, covered himself in its entirety, and then expanded infinitely, extending to this military camp.

It's just that things are really as smooth as he says?

Deep in his heart, in his heart, he silently said-

Xianjing Village.

The atmosphere in the village suddenly became tense, just yesterday suddenly a column of dozens of people, wearing the armor of the Patriotic Soldiers, stationed at the entrance of the village, at first there was no movement, but soon after a group of the same soldiers came, the situation changed.

The soldiers did not encounter obstacles, directly entered the village, set up camp in the square of the village's festival and sacrifice, and after completing it, directly called Zhao Yuanwai, who was extremely heavy and respected in the village.

For a time, people were panicked, rumors gradually arose, and in this large village, fear spread like a plague.

Zhao Yuanwai went for a long time, and when everyone was worried and uneasy, Zhao Yuanwai walked out with the soldiers.

Then order everyone to assemble in the square.

In the evening, there was a wind, blowing the depression throughout the village.

The weather is cooler, the leaves are yellow, and the yellow leaves drifting from the mountains are all over the streets.

As far as the eye can see, there is a withered image.

Zhao Yong is the only carpenter in the village, he does a good job, has a little ink in his stomach, is good at the art of war, and has repeatedly commanded the warriors in the village to resist the invasion of the strong bandits, and this person is extremely humble and polite to people, so he is very respected by the villagers, and he is the one who speaks the heaviest except for Zhao Yuan.

When he got the assembly order, he was busy making a set of furniture, there were many auspicious days in the zodiac this month, and there were many marriages, and he had to make the furniture before the other party got married, so when he was busy with the work at hand, he went a little late.

When he arrived there at the urging of the soldiers, he found that in the open space of the square, the whole village was gathered there, old and young, men and women, and there were many of them.

It was neatly surrounded by officers and soldiers armed with swords.

The autumn breeze is bleak, the officers and soldiers stand solemnly, the people are silent in panic, and an inexplicable and strange atmosphere flows quietly between heaven and earth, making people feel depressed from the bottom of their hearts.

And among them, Zhao Yuanwai was dressed in a splendid robe worn by the heavens, bowing his head and not saying a word, behind him, the general rode horses, the soldiers sanitized, and the weapons in their hands went straight to the crowd.

The sun shone through the mountains and shone on the sword, shining with a dazzling white light, and the people were flustered.

There is no one who speaks up.

"Everyone!"

Seeing that no more villagers were "escorted" by the soldiers, some soldiers even counted the number of people with a roster, and after confirming it, they nodded to Zhao Yuanwai.

Seeing this, Zhao Yuanwai sighed in his heart, frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and pressed down heavily, signaling everyone to be quiet, and seemed to vent the resentment in his heart.

Seeing everyone look up, he took a deep breath, stepped forward, raised his hand and pointed to the horse. General, said in a loud voice:

"This is the general Li Ciliang of the city guard of Yunzhou, although Xianjing is closed, outsiders rarely enter, but you have also heard some news sporadically from the merchant, Fang is in chaos today, Beiyan is waiting for the opportunity to move, the soldiers are fierce, now the defense of the country is in trouble, the soldiers are insufficient, my Xianjing Village is the king's grace, there is no way to repay, only the king of Qin's way, can thank God's grace, so I hope you can actively join the army and serve the country!"

He paused, turned his head to look at Li Ciliang behind him, Li Ciliang nodded, and Zhao Yuanwai turned around expressionlessly and continued:

"For specific matters, please ask General Li to tell you personally."

After speaking, he waved his hand, walked to the side, gave Li Ciliang a place, and looked at his lonely back, and the people suddenly had a bad premonition in their hearts.

It was an instinctive fear from within.

Li Ciliang didn't seem to have the intention of getting off the horse at all, he stepped forward, but it seemed that unfortunately, his nose was a little itchy, and the oily bald general sniffed hard, and as a result, he sneezed fiercely.

The people, who were originally a little nervous, couldn't help but laugh out loud when they saw this scene, and seemed to think that this general was not so terrible.

A few frightened children, seeing that the adults were smiling, their hearts were relieved, and they no longer felt nervous, so they shook off the hand holding the adult and slipped away to find the wood.

The atmosphere was instantly relaxed and enjoyable.

It's just that at the back of the crowd, Zhao Yong faintly saw Li Ciliang's triangular eyes squinting fiercely, exuding a terrifying fierce light.

Li Ciliang turned around, coughed lightly, and continued to move forward carelessly.

It seemed that the fat general was not terrible, and the wood pouted and whistled, and several children were ordered, and they rushed forward with a shout, curiously trying to grab the horse's legs and grab the saddle.

The people looked at it with a grin.

Li Ciliang frowned when he saw this, snorted coldly, leaned back, and avoided the children's "capture", and at the same time, the eyes of the yin owl swept back, and the soldiers understood, and walked forward, lifting a few children in the air, making a gesture of falling, and several children were so frightened that they couldn't even shout.

The surrounding people were in an uproar when they saw this, and the adults were even more pale, and a few young people stepped forward a few steps, as if they had made enough trouble, and then the soldiers lifted the children's feet, laughed fiercely, and threw them viciously, and then drew their sabers and gestured at them a few times, and laughed out loud.

Only then did a few adults come to their senses, rushed out and hugged the children in their arms, comforting them softly, and a few children with pale faces didn't even dare to cry.

Seeing that the people were so frightened, Li Ciliang waved his hand with satisfaction and raised his head.

He shrugged his nose triumphantly, coughed twice, and spat out thick phlegm, which made his face tremble.

After a while, Li Ciliang took out the conscription order from his bosom and read it.

Read it in a moment.

Everyone fell silent after hearing this, but they didn't know whose mouth it was, and let out a soft sigh.

The conscription in Li Ciliang's mouth is no different from sending them to death, and what awaits them is the first line of defense against the Yan State.

Outside the city of Pingyan, build the Great Wall of flesh and blood.

Looking at the villagers who didn't say a word in front of him, Zhao Yuanwai had mixed feelings in his heart and sighed infinitely.

Although he is the richest man in the whole Xianjing Village, he does not stay in the house all day to enjoy the purity, and his favorite thing to do every day is to go around the village and go to the villagers' houses to sit.

Zhao Yuanwai knows everyone in the village, and every night before going to bed, every face in the village will appear like a marquee.

Every time there is a newborn baby in the village, Zhao Yuanwai will go to Daoxi, and every villager dies, Zhao Yuanwai will help take care of the funeral, it seems that the entire Xianjing Village is his home, and everyone here is his family.

The autumn winds blew away all the leaves on the trees, scattered them all over the ground, and crushed them into mud