Zhang Junbao was too fierce, swinging his sword on the battleship of the Yuan army at a speed like chopping melons and vegetables, and that efficiency frightened the sailors of the Yuan army. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

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Zhang Junbao's eyes widened, the imposing, bluffing Yuan army soldiers didn't say a word, and immediately jumped off the ship, this lord's combat effectiveness has been day by day, and the earthlings can't resist it.

Now Li Xingze uses Zhang Junbao completely as a TANK, roars Demacia, and rushes into the crowd, no one can take you.

After the battle, when he learned the results, Li Junshi was a little unhappy.

It's not because of the manpower, dozens of warships of the Yuan army came, and the Red Turban soldiers did not have enough manpower to leave all the Yuan army, but let more than a dozen ships escape, and did not get the regimental annihilation, which did not conform to the personality of Li Junshi.

Zhao Pusheng's navy fought independently this time and achieved such brilliant results, and his heart was happy, so he immediately recovered his nature and sent the navy out to hang out, but this time, it was the warships of the Yuan army that hid far away.

The power to control the river was returned to the Red Turbans.

These successive victories could no longer stop the sullen heart of the Red Turban Army, and a group of people hooked up with each other and returned to the camp outside Gucheng.

This time, a few people learned wisely, and drove the soldiers around them far away, sat together, and drank again.

Bian Yuanheng was still relatively reserved, sitting upright, holding up the wine bowl, and admiring: "The military advisor is clever, I admire it!" ”

When a few people saw it, they hurriedly served the wine and admired it.

This stalk was shot well, and Li Xingze immediately waved his hand with a smile.

Yu Siqi and Lu Faxing are envious, look at the cultural people are different, this posture of serving wine, this sycophant has a lot of connotation.

Zhao Pusheng belongs to the internal high-level personnel, since he doesn't need to do that, after drinking a few bowls, he began to brag about how good he is this time, wise and martial, and strategizing, that's not a thing.

Nima, the uncle is not dead yet, you are blowing.

Li Xingze is not satisfied, you old boy has the ability at the beginning, don't ask me to help, it's all your credit, let's eat dry rice?

However, he and Zhang Junbao didn't bother to bother with him, as soon as Zhao Pusheng drank this product, he didn't have a score, and the wine was not good.

A few people didn't drink long before they dispersed, just after the battle, and they were tired.

In the evening, after Li Xingze got up, he was strolling around the barracks to eat, when suddenly, the spies sent a letter, saying that it was sent by the Yuan army.

The Yuan army sent a letter at this time, which was nothing more than two things, one was to sue for peace, and the other was to capture prisoners.

Sure enough, after Li Xingze unfolded the letter, it turned out that it was written by the old turtle who had lost Badulu, to the following effect, "Dear, I want to get Yaozhu back, you can make a price, if you are not satisfied, you can discuss, just don't give a bad review." ”

I don't want to be so embarrassed when I lose Badulu, but the lack of Yaozhu in this battle of Xiangyang is like the lack of a rook in chess, without mobile troops, his encirclement and suppression strategy is unsustainable.

Answer: Badulu also figured it out later, so he simply was generous, anyway, this kind of offline transaction, it's not the first time that the enemy and me have done this, except for the emperor in the capital, who doesn't know who.

Besides, the Yaozhu you raised was not to cultivate Yuan Jian, but to negotiate conditions.

Li Xingze was more of a chicken thief, pondered it, and asked Bian Yuanheng, who was full of literary talent, to reply with a letter.

Yaozhu can only be regarded as a promotional giveaway, and the 10,000 people are the main object of the transaction, so you can look at the offer.

This is not according to common sense, the 10,000 people you take as slaves or something, not better than anything, the result is now to be peddled, the key is Yaozhu, just an addition, not a trading item.

Although Badulu was angry, he was helpless, after all, they were now a vulnerable group, so he found a few people to discuss it together, and decided to send someone to negotiate with him.

The person sent by the Yuan army to negotiate this time was named Song Tingjie, and many things in the battle of Xiangyang were planned by him.

After all, it is a big deal of more than 10,000 people, Li Xingze plans to go into battle in person, let Zhang Junbao and Bian Yuanheng stand on both sides, and match one article and one martial arts, as for the dynasty Mahan, they are replaced by Lu Faxing and Yu Siqi, two of them holding big wooden sticks and standing in the military tent.

Li Junshi slapped the wood in his hand and shouted: "Bring human traffickers!" ”

Human trafficking, it's a felony.

After his soldiers brought the human trafficker Song Tingjie in, he threw him to the ground and left.

In this formation, the second monk who made Song Tingjie confused, and said that the negotiation was good, how did it feel a bit like an interrogation.

Li Junshi saw that Song Tingjie was confused, and he couldn't help but blame the soldier who threw him just now, he was a weak scholar, you threw people into a mess, what if you sue you for violent law enforcement again.

Although Song Tingjie is a weak chicken, he has lived for more than 40 years, but his experience is not low.

This group of red turban soldiers just wants to give a dismount, just respond.

Song Tingjie was aggrieved like a little daughter-in-law, crying and crying to tell the story that had to be told between Yaozhu and Badulu, anyway, the brothers grew up wearing a pair of pants since childhood, and Badulu missed Yaozhu, we don't want this more than 10,000 yuan army, you stay as slaves.

Song Tingjie thought that after finishing speaking, the Red Turban Army would begin to embarrass him, but who knows, Li Xingze, who was in the main seat, couldn't help it, and suddenly interrupted: "Does your marshal have a son?" ”

When asked, Song Tingjie nodded subconsciously.

At this time, Li Xingze put his mind at ease and exchanged glances with a few people in the tent, it seems that they are still reliable, and they are more reliable than Lao Meng if they do not delay the inheritance of the lineage.

Li Xingze suddenly asked again: "Is it biological?" ”

Song Tingjie was completely confused, what kind of rhythm is this, what does other people's sons have to do with you.

Isn't this nonsense, of course the marshal's son is his own, and in order to prove this, Song Tingjie also swore that he saw it with his own eyes.

You swear by this kind of thing...

A few people in the tent looked at each other with understanding, and lamented in their hearts, it was the story of the old king next door, I used to listen to the military advisor, everyone still didn't believe it, but now I have to believe it.

Song Tingjie suddenly felt a chill, how could he think that Li Xingze and the others were a little dirty, the words asked, and their expressions, he didn't understand what they were thinking at all.

Speaking of this, Li Xingze and the others didn't care about the transaction, so they left the goods first and inquired about it.

Li Xingze looked at him, and the people in the tent were no longer stupid, and beckoned the soldiers outside to quickly clean up and set up a banquet.

They didn't have any good intentions, according to what Li Junshi once said, in the far east, there was a subordinate surnamed Song, and the master's mother-in-law......

This product happens to be surnamed Song, and it is also trusted by the boss, and he is very similar to the hero of the story, so it is only right to dig out some gossip from the mouth of this goods.