Three days later, under the city of Xifu, the imperial military camp. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, the morning sun rises, and it is the most sobering time of the day.

Now, all the generals of the Imperial Army are gathered in the big tent and listen to Shen Mufeng's instructions.

In that night's battle, the imperial army assassinated Luo Qiucian and secretly united with Luo Feng, causing great casualties to the righteous army, and today, they are coming to draw an end to the rebellion in the Western Wilderness that has lasted for eight years, what a glory!

Turning the tide and saving the empire, the names of these people will eventually be accompanied by the corpses of the rebels and spread through the ages.

Although most of the generals had not yet arrived, almost all the generals had a look of joy on their faces that could not be concealed, and many people even got together to discuss how to have fun after the victory.

Alien to the eager atmosphere was Zhou Jinkang, who was silent in the corner, who had just arrived from the Qin capital a day earlier, preparing to participate in the final offensive against the rebels, but he obviously did not have any joy in his eyes.

Some generals turned their heads to glance at Zhou Jinkang, shrugged their shoulders slightly and then continued to talk with their companions, this Zhou Jinkang's personality has always been a little gloomy, and he betrayed the Jiangxi Army at the beginning, and I don't know what most of the capitals think, so they still want to reuse him?

"Whoa!"

The curtain of the military tent was rudely lifted, and Shen Mufeng, who was thin, strode in.

Strangely enough, he came to the tent alone, and when he came in, there was not the slightest joy on his face, his face was calm, and at the same time he had a letter in his hand.

The generals, who were still noisy, suddenly quieted down, as if something was wrong.

atmosphere, somewhat awkward.

"Smack!"

Shen Mufeng came to the front of everyone, his eyes swept over the faces of everyone in front of him, and he said lightly: "We, withdraw our troops." ”

When he said this, Shen Mufeng's voice was extremely peaceful, as if it was as simple as saying that we were hunting.

However, as soon as the words came out, it set off a huge wave among the generals of the Jiangxi Army.

"Dadutong, why did you withdraw your troops?"

"Right now, Lei Xiaotian is seriously injured, Luo Qiucian is dead, the original two heartless powerhouses of the righteous army are gone, and Luo Feng is in the rear to contain them, at this time, it is the time for us to build a meritorious service."

"Don't shout, listen to what most of them say?"

……

The crowd was furious, but they gradually quieted down, panting and looking at Shen Mufeng one by one.

It's no wonder that the boiled duck, seeing that he was promoted and made a fortune, flew like this.

Shen Mufeng, who was thin and small, stood in front of the generals, and compared with the tall and big people, five big and three thick, he was like a monkey standing in front of a tiger.

It's kind of funny.

It's a little pitiful.

Shen Mufeng stared at everyone, shook the letter in his hand, and the paper made a crisp sound in the air, which also sounded in everyone's hearts.

"I just wrote a letter, three days ago, Zhuge Ting of the 'Western Prison' was killed in Andu."

What the?

This news obviously surprised everyone even more than the news of the withdrawal of troops.

West Prison.

Returning to the One Realm Strong.

Lang Yu Ouyang's genius.

Zhuge Ting, who has these titles, died like this?

He's a big man who has been guarding Anjun for decades.

Who has such an ability?

Which force is it?

After Zhuge Ting's death, there was no strong man in Anjun, and with the original 10,000 Jiangxi troops alone, plus 30,000 local troops, it was impossible to hold it at all.

To the north of Anjun is Murong.

The underworld, too close.

A general immediately spoke, "Dadutong, after the 'Heavenly Khan' Dugu Hong of the grassland sent troops, the Murong clan has not moved, in fact, thirty years ago, after the entire grassland blamed the defeat of the war on the 'green ghost' Murong Chui, the Murong clan reined in its edge, even if Zhuge Ting died, the Murong clan would not necessarily send troops. ”

The other generals looked at the colleague and nodded approvingly.

"General Zhao's words are inappropriate, no matter what, we still have to defend, relying on the strength of Anjun alone, it is too dangerous, the young and strong men that the Murong clan can mobilize, there are about 90,000 people, we should retreat to Qin County to be more stable."

It was Zhou Jinkang who said this.

At this moment, he walked out of the generals and stood in front of everyone, as if he was not at all aware of his transgression.

The general surnamed Zhao glanced at Zhou Jinkang contemptuously, and said unceremoniously: "General Zhou, although you also used to belong to the Jiangxi Army, if I remember correctly, you don't have the experience of garrisoning in Anjun, right?" ”

Hearing this sarcasm, Zhou Jinkang's face did not change, "That's right." ”

General Zhao sneered, "After Murong Chui's death, the head of the entire Murong clan is Murong Chui's elder brother - Murong Ke, I used to be stationed in Anjun, and the businessmen who do business between Anjun and the grassland know that Murong Ke has a weak personality, if it weren't for the Dugu clan's sake, it is estimated that he would have secretly annexed the Murong clan a long time ago, that's right, the Murong clan has 90,000 men, all of them can ride horses, all of them can shoot arrows, but what's the use?" War, it's not just a matter of people, the allocation of troops, the cooperation of generals, weapons, medicine, arrows, horses, these are not a day's work, Zhu Yiwei has spies in the Murong clan, if there is any movement, we will definitely know in advance. ”

Murong Ke.

Hearing this name, most of the people had a relaxed and teasing expression, and it was obvious that the reputation of that cowardly old man was still quite loud.

Only Zhou Jinkang turned around and arched his hand: "Most of the capitals, the people of the grassland, the weak eat the strong, Murong Ke can stand up as 'cowardly', it is not simple." ”

All of a sudden, everyone looked at Shen Mufeng, and some people's eyes were still a little expectant, as if they hoped that most of them would change their minds.

"Smack!"

Shen Mufeng turned around, slapped the letter paper in his hand on the desk next to him, and roared: "Prepare today, withdraw tomorrow morning!" ”

Most of them said so, and the rest of the people kept their mouths shut, but most of them looked unwilling.

But there is no way, for now, I can only hope that Luo Feng can split the rebel army, and the next time the Jiangxi army comes, it will be a real thunder strike!

Zhou Jinkang glanced at Shen Mufeng's back and sighed, when he walked out, Shen Mufeng suddenly said, "Jinkang, you stay." ”

When there were only two people in the tent, Shen Mufeng turned around, he looked at Zhou Jinkang's eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Look at my eyes." ”

Zhou Jinkang's expression was calm, he stared at Shen Mufeng without the slightest avoidance.

Shen Mufeng stared at it for a while, and then said coldly: "Do you still have any contact with other bandits in Qin Mountain now?" ”

"Smack!"

Zhou Jinkang's left hand was placed on the scabbard at his waist.

Shen Mufeng's eyes narrowed without a trace.

"Huh!"

Zhou Jinkang drew his sword in his right hand, and the bright cold light was extremely bright in the somewhat dim camp tent, but Zhou Jinkang reversed his wrist again, and the blade of the sword was placed on the wrist of his left hand, he looked directly at Shen Mufeng, and slowly slid the sword.

Blood, dripping from the wrist.

Scarlet and glamorous.

Zhou Jinkang said indifferently: "If I, Zhou Jinkang, do something that violates the unification of the capital, let me bleed to death like this!" ”

Almost word for word.

Shen Mufeng's face seemed to be a little moved, and he nodded, "You go down." ”

"Huh!"

Zhou Jinkang put away his sword again, and just as he turned around and was about to leave the camp, Shen Mufeng stopped him.

A white handkerchief was handed over.

Zhou Jinkang glanced at Dadutong, nodded and put away the handkerchief, and carefully covered the wound.

Shen Mufeng didn't say anything, just patted Zhou Jinkang's shoulder.

The two were silent.

"Da Da Da-"

A series of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded, and someone shouted outside the camp tent: "Qiqi Dadu, Zuo Yin of the Cangnan Army came to visit with a coffin!" (To be continued.) )