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Dengzhou prison camp.

On this day, the weather was fine, and at noon, after a meal of seven or eight meat steamed buns, two plates of vegetarian dishes, and a pot of wine, the prison guards came to open the prison door, and let Lu Zhishen, who was full of food and drink, go to the open space in front of the prison camp to let off steam.

If you stay in it for a long time, you will inevitably get some pains and diseases, and even die because of it. Although the prison where Lu Zhishen lives can be regarded as a first-class good condition, it is just closer to the prison door, and there are two more small windows on the wall.

The upper and lower levels of the prison and the jailers have all benefited from the logistics office, and Le He has told him, plus a number of guards from Ximen Mansion are stationed, which shows that the envoy attaches great importance to Lu Zhishen. Therefore, these guys who ate people and didn't spit out bones in the past, where did they dare to snub the "flower monk", and they couldn't wait to offer him like a Buddha on weekdays.

After more than a week of careful diagnosis and treatment, and the best medicine was used, the injuries on Lu Zhishen's body were basically healed, only two shocking wounds remained on the two shoulder pipa bones, but his arms could not exert too much strength.

Lu Zhishen was originally open-minded, he was in prison, but he didn't have half a sad attitude, he still looked very grinning, but at this time, he was lying on a broken mat, leaning on all sides, letting the scorching sun above his head scorch his bald scoop shiny and shiny, and he was still snoring loudly, but he saw that the two jailers who were in charge of guarding him on the side shook their heads again and again.

This one is definitely a heartless one!

Just as the two jailers were muttering, outside the gate of the prison camp, a white-clothed scribe in fluttering clothes dismounted, followed by the joy and harmony that everyone in the Dengzhou prison camp knew.

In the eyes of the people in the prison city camp, the current Lehe is undoubtedly a fish leaping over the dragon gate, in terms of the rank of the official government, the same as the section level lord in the camp, not to mention the power of the logistics office, where can the small prison city camp be compared.

The scribe had a dashing demeanor and elegant manners, and at first glance he was not a mortal, not to mention that there was music and service on the side, he must be a big man, and the prison section who was originally opening a gambling game in the official room heard the news, and immediately dispersed the field, and led seven or eight small cells out to meet him.

These people have their own pleasure and care, but the scribe didn't pay attention to these people, and walked to Lu Zhishen's broken collar mat by himself, seeing that there were still some empty seats, and regardless of the pickled on the ground, he sat down, dressed in white clothes and hems, but it was dirty.

Le and the same group of prisoners stood on the side, in a corner of the courtyard, sitting and lying, quietly and peacefully, letting the sun above their heads set from the middle sky to the west.

It wasn't until the end of Shen Shi that the "flower monk" turned over half of his body, and he didn't open his eyes, and he only shouted for food.

When the scribe heard this, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and then he glanced at Chaole and here, and immediately a restaurant guy came in from outside the camp gate with a food box, and even if he was far away, he could smell the tempting fragrance.

"Don't think it's better than the patience of the Sprinkle family, go back and tell Ximen Qing that although the Sprinkle family is good at wine and meat, it won't dirty the heart and liver!"

"I'm here today to tell you a story, and I can't ask for anything else."

The scribe still looked like an old god, and his voice was soft and soft, like water without waves, so that people could not hear the slightest hint of joy and anger.

"These days the family is in a panic, today is a good day, you say!"

Lu Zhishen had already made up his mind in his heart that he would never "act for the tiger", and no matter what the scribe planned, he snatched the food box from the young man's hand, grabbed a roast chicken and stuffed it into his mouth, but he ate it with juice and his mouth was full of oil.

"In the land of Liaodong, between the white mountains and black waters, there is a clan that makes a living by fishing and hunting, and its name is Jurchen ......"

Xu Guanzhong was originally eloquent, and the rise of the Jurchen was already a miracle, and he told how not to attract the interest of a man like Lu Zhishen. At the beginning, the "flower monk" who was still eating and chewing a lot, from the beginning of Xu Guanzhong's talk about the battle of the river shop with less to win more, he stopped, and when he heard that the main force of the 700,000 Liao State was defeated by 20,000 Jurchens, the half of the lard fat steamed bun that was originally in his hand fell to the ground by mistake, and the whole person was stunned on the spot, unable to turn his eyes and unable to close his mouth.

"Jurchen, is this really the case?"

After a while, Lu Zhishen, who came back to his senses, jumped up from the broken seat with an unbelievable expression.

The main force of the 700,000 Liao Army is an unimaginable number even for Lu Zhishen, who once fought with the Western Xia Army on the northwest front. I estimated in my heart that even if the Western Army was gathered with the four army horses, under the same conditions and such a number of Liao army field battles, it would be fortunate to be able to maintain an invincible and undefeated situation.

The Jurchen combat power is as elite as this, if it goes south in the future, how can the border armies of the Great Song River and Hedong stop it!

"The founding king of the Liao State, what a hero, even he has the saying 'The Jurchen is less than 10,000, and 10,000 are invincible'. The strength of the Jurchen soldiers can be imagined! ”

Xu Guanzhong's words were said to Lu Zhishen, a strongman who had never felt afraid of anything, sweat soaked through his clothes, and his forehead and eyebrows were dripping with sweat and dripping down.

"Just a few days ago, the imperial court's mission to Liaodong has crossed the sea from Dengzhou to the north, and it wants to unite with the Jurchens to destroy Liao, in order to plot the land of Yanyun Sixteen Prefectures!"

"How can it be so, how can it be so!"

Hearing this, Lu Zhishen's eyes were cracked, and a violent aura emanated from his body, if it weren't for Xu Guanzhong and other characters in person, if Ximen Qing came here, even if he could still be calm on the surface, he couldn't help but play the drum in his heart.

"The Jurchen soldiers are brave and brave, and they are only afraid that they will be able to overthrow Liao within ten years, and the imperial court will unite with them at this time, but it is a good opportunity to restore the homeland of the Han family!"

"Fuck the stinking fart! What do you turbans know? It's all people who eat people and don't do anything! ”

Lu Zhishen felt anxious at this moment, but he couldn't think of a way to vent for a while, there were crossbowmen ambushing on the high walls around him, and if he was angry with the white-clothed scribe in front of him, he would have to suffer a few arrows.

If it was before, Lu Zhishen didn't have any scruples, but now that he heard about the imperial court's strategy of "uniting gold to destroy Liao", he didn't know how he was familiar with military affairs, with the military equipment of the Great Song Dynasty in Hebei and Hedong, facing the Liao State in the north, it was still not enough to defend it, so how could he talk about collecting Yanyun. Not to mention that after the destruction of Liao, with the cowardice of the Great Song Dynasty, how could he stop the Jurchen army of tigers and wolves.

"Good scolding!"

Xu Guanzhong smiled, and then said, "Lu Tizhi was born in the Western Army and is familiar with the military of the Great Song Dynasty, but do you have the courage to go to the land of Liaodong and get a glimpse of the reality of the Jurchen soldiers and horses?" ”