"Gather the team, don't panic!" Pi Jinghe waved the steel knife still covered in blood and shouted loudly.

You're the one who panics the most.

The soldiers thought so, but they never dared to say it, so they could only seriously carry out the order, contain the formation, and tidy up the chaotic camp.

Pi Jinghe angrily ran back to the big tent of the Chinese army, and scolded and said: "Who is the person who came, who was shocked, and the army was alarmed in the middle of the night?" ”

Pi Jinghe quickly removed the single clothes on his body, there was no way, the sticky crotch was really uncomfortable. When he thought that his good dream was interrupted just now, he was barefoot and frozen, and he made a big ugly appearance, he was furious and furious.

"General Yu, it's General Wang Lin, the king of Baling." The adjutant stood respectfully at Pi Jinghe, bowing his head and not looking at his trembling fat flesh.

"Wang Lin?" Pi Jinghe paused for a moment to get dressed, repeated a strange sentence, and then shouted with some annoyance: "What is he doing here, don't you know that there are 50,000 Chen* troops besieging Shouyang at this time?" Or is it that Shouyang has been taken by Wu Mingche, and Wang Lin has escaped with the remnants of the defeated army? ”

The lieutenant did not answer, but stood quietly, his eyes staring straight at the ground under his feet, not knowing what he was thinking.

A quarter of an hour later, Pi Jinghe finally cleaned up the filth from his body, changed his clothes, and put on a beautiful armor, which shone in the light. It's just that his fat body and fat face don't have a trace of heroism that a soldier should have, let alone say that he is not angry and arrogant.

Wang Lin wanted to scold his mother, of course he was not his own mother. Shouyang is in trouble, you said that Pi Jing and Chen Bing are 200,000, the distance is only thirty miles, and it is okay to stand by and watch, and now his army came to the camp in a disorderly manner, and after waiting for nearly half an hour, he didn't even see Pi Jinghe's face, and the determination that was still a little shaken in his heart instantly became firm.

After a long time, he came out, wearing a steel helmet and half-covering his face.

In Wang Lin's anxiety about Shouyang's safety, and the constant greetings to Pi Jinghe's family members, most of the hours passed, Pi Jinghe finally rode his red high-headed horse with full arms, surrounded by a group of generals, and walked leisurely to the gate of the Yuanmen, looking at Wang Lin who was thirty meters away from him condescendingly.

"Who's coming?"

Wang Lin saw Pi Jinghe's mouth move, but he didn't hear the sound, and then he heard a deputy general ask in a loud voice.

I have already passed on my name and surname, and this skin Jinghe actually treats the enemy with the same questioning, which is really annoying!

"I am the king of Baling, the king of Yangzhou assassin Wang Lin, I have come to meet the right servant of Xingtai Shangshu!" Wang Lin sat on the horse, and at this time he had already changed into a standard armor. It's just that the armor looks heavy, unpretty, and dull in color. Wang Lin's hair was a little scattered at this time, and there were faint traces of blood on his body, compared with Pi Jinghe, it was like the comparison between a beggar and a rich child.

"Wang Lin, you are not defending in Shouyang, what are you doing here here for General Ben? Could it be that Shouyang is lost? Pi Jinghe finally spoke, but his voice was soft and sharp, lacking strength, and he took on a hint of gloom when he said it.

Damn, you have 200,000 soldiers like you, but I can only recruit 30,000 villagers on the spot, and it is okay to defend the city, but I can't make progress. I worked hard, regardless of life and death to fight for the country, not only did I not get the trust of the emperor, I was constrained by Lu Qian, but I also had to endure the reproach of you like a straw bag, God is really unfair!

Wang Lin forcibly endured the anger in his heart, his face was calm, and he said with a respectful smile: "Returning to the general, if the general has a discussion, that's why he came to pay his respects late at night, and I hope the general will forgive me if I disturb you." ”

"Oh? What is the important thing that made you come to see General Ben regardless of Shouyang's safety? Seeing Wang Lin talking to himself so respectfully, Pi Jinghe was very useful in his heart, although his attitude was still arrogant, but his tone of voice was warmer.

"The merit of the total annihilation of Wu Mingche's department, I don't know if the general wants it?" A smile appeared on Wang Lin's face, and she stared closely at Pi Jinghe's face, not letting go of a trace of the change in his expression.

As soon as Wang Lin's words fell, Pi Jinghe's breathing suddenly tightened, and his eyes, which were originally a little narrow because of obesity, suddenly doubled, revealing a bright and fiery light. If Wu Mingche can be completely annihilated, this credit is definitely big enough. Although he was the king of Wencheng County at this time, and the right servant of Xingtai Shangshu, he was still very inferior to Han Changluan and other three nobles who were re-elected by Gao Wei.

The Book of Northern Qi records: Pi Jinghe was very smart when he was a child, and he was very good at riding horses and shooting. Pi Jinghe served as a military officer, and he also had a long history, and his surname was fair, and he was often praised by others. When the relations between the Northern Qi and Northern Zhou were harmonious, the envoys of the two countries exchanged and exchanged, and the imperial court often sent him to receive him. He shot with the envoy, and often hit every shot, and was very respected by the people.

Pi Jinghe was in charge of reviewing and verifying the case, and he enforced the law fairly, so there was no misinterpretation of the law and indiscriminate punishment. After the destruction of Shouyang City, Pi Jinghe was praised by the imperial court because he did not have the slightest loss in his department, and he also repelled the pursuing Chen general Xiao Maha, and he was promoted to a wealthy position with countless honors, which was not known how many times stronger than the empty things on the dead Wang Lin.

Happy has always felt that history is sometimes ridiculous, making people feel contradictory and hypocritical. Pi Jinghe in the history books is brilliant in his life, whether it is his character or merits, it is all a positive record.

But just because he led hundreds of thousands of troops and stopped at Huaikou and did not dare to attack a single step, he had to be skeptical of the historians who recorded the history of the Northern Qi Dynasty. A general who has been fighting all his life, commanding hundreds of thousands of troops, is he so scared that he pees his pants before he even fights? Could it be that he is old and has no guts?

This is obviously untenable, because Pi Jinghe did not have the slightest mercy or fear when punishing the peasant bandit rebellion in the territory. He can mercilessly kill the people who have no choice but to rise up because of their hardship, and he can brutally kill their leaders, can such a person be a coward? Could it be the work of a general with great merit and fairness?

"How sure are you?" Pi Jinghe quickly suppressed the excitement in his heart, and his face returned to calm, but in addition to a trace of fire in his eyes, there was also a trace of hesitation and worry.

"Eighty percent!" Wang Lin's answer was very crisp and decisive, and it can undoubtedly strengthen Pi Jinghe's confidence.

"Tell me about it." Pi Jinghe's eyes moved.

Wang Lin kept silent, but turned his gaze to the densely packed sergeants standing quietly around him.

"It's windy outside, General Wang should go to the big tent in the army with General Ben, let's carefully discuss how to repel the southern thieves!" Pi Jinghe didn't understand what Wang Lin meant, so he invited a sentence, and he should hit the horse back to the camp first.

Wang Lin dismounted and walked quickly into the warm marching tent with Pi Jinghe, who sat down on the handsome seat with a golden knife and handed the helmet to the soldiers beside him.

"Xiao Qin, guard the camp tent, no one is allowed to disturb without the permission of the general!" Pi Jinghe solemnly commanded the soldier standing on the side.

"Yes!" The soldier replied loudly, straightened up, and strode out of the tent.

This soldier is a teenager, about fourteen or fifteen years old, but his body is 1.70 meters, and he is very fierce. His face is slightly dark, but with his square face, he is very resolute and resolute. His eyebrows are thick and black, and his inky eyes are as bright as paint, and inadvertently there is a flash of light that makes people dare not look directly. From the steady and powerful footsteps of his walking, there was a faint aura of killing and bravery, which made Wang Lin look sideways and feel a little worried in his heart.