"I wonder who this is?" The Jin Jun envoy asked.

"This is the thirteenth brother of my emperor, His Royal Highness the current King Yi!" Zhang Bangchang said.

"King Yi, it's another wine bag and rice bag!" The envoy of the Jin army was full of disdain.

Zhao Pu suddenly burned with anger, paralyzed, the bastard dared to look down on Lao Tzu, his eyes flashed with fierceness, and he shouted: "I am a wine bag and rice bag, what are you?" As he spoke, he touched the short musket on his waist, ready to give him a shot at any time.

"Bold, you little prince, dare to be so presumptuous, don't you want to live?" The envoy of the Jin army was furious, his eyes were bloodshot, and he pulled out half of the short knife as he spoke, as if he was about to pull out the short knife at any time, and chopped Zhao Pu with one sword.

"People are afraid of being forced, horses are afraid of riding, don't force Lao Tzu to be anxious. I'm in a hurry, Lao Tzu pulled you into the palace of Hades! Zhao Pu's eyes remained unchanged, the short musket in his hand was held in his hand, and his mood was unprecedentedly calm.

Originally, he thought that his little butterfly could change the situation, but he didn't expect that the general trend had not changed, but Zhao Gou, who had originally joined the Jin Army as a hostage, became him. This pit does not pit people, and vainly tries to change history, but it is eaten up by history and falls into a place of no return.

As soon as he joined the Jin Army, he was already prepared for the worst. At worst, it's just a death, nothing remarkable. Maybe you can leave a name in history and be immortal. It would be even better if you could meet Yan Yan and leave.

The flintlock pistol was prepared for him.

In Xiangyang City, Yang Guo killed the Mongolian Khan Meng Ge in one fell swoop, and the Mongolian army retreated without a fight, preserving the Great Song Dynasty for 50 years. And if he encounters Yan Yan and can't leave, he will be chopped into meat in the end, although he will inevitably be chopped into meat puree, but it is worth it.

"The thorn of the husband is also the king, and the comet strikes the moon; Nie Zhengzhi's assassination Han puppet also, white rainbow through the sun; To leave the thorn Qingji, the eagle struck the palace. These three sons, all of whom are clothed in cloth, have no anger, and Hugh descends to the sky, and the ministers will be four. If the soldier will be angry, the corpse will be ambushed, and the blood will be shed for five steps, and the world will be vegetarian ......"

As for how the cheap brother reacted after the assassination, and how Jin Jun reacted, this is not only his business.

After I die, I will let you flood the sky!

Even if Da Song is dead, what does it matter to me.

As the atmosphere became tense, the guards around Zhao Pu immediately pulled out their knives to protect the left and right; At the same time, the guards near the envoy of the Jin army also drew their swords. The two sides seem to be on the verge of a fire fight at any moment. The atmosphere was more tense than ever.

At this time, Zhang Bangchang's mind suddenly panicked, and he hurriedly dissuaded: "Lord Wang, be calm!" ”

"Lord Zhang should say that I am willing to live and die with His Highness. Born as a hero, death is also a ghost, so far thinking of Xiang Yu, refusing to cross Jiangdong. This king wants to die or live, even if he is chopped, chopped, steamed, and boiled, it is the right of the second prince of the Jin Kingdom. He is just a small deflated three, the second surname is a house slave, eating the grain and grass of my Great Song Dynasty, collecting my Great Song money, and even admits a thief as his father, paralyzed, there are many shameless people, there are very few such shameless people! Zhao Pu scolded unconsciously.

"It's a shame that he can still read the way of Confucius and Mencius, and the book is all read to the shit!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Pu couldn't bear it anymore, paralyzed, the worst result was just being hacked to death with a knife, nothing remarkable, after he died, he was also a martyr, maybe in the future he might even make a TV series "The Righteous Song King Scolds the Golden Dog".

"Haha, born as a hero, dead as a ghost, so far thinking about Xiang Yu, unwilling to cross Jiangdong! What heroic verses, I thought that the Southern Dynasty was full of people who were greedy for life and afraid of death, but I didn't expect that there would be a prince, such a person who is not afraid of death! Then a hearty voice came.

The Jin army guards consciously got out of the way, and a man wearing a mink coat with a rough face walked out, and his body unconsciously revealed an aura, which was frightening domineering, making people unconsciously, in awe.

The man's eyes were bright, with a huge murderous aura between his eyebrows, and he walked over with an iron knife on his waist.

"Death, of course I'm afraid. However, life is precious, love is more valuable, if it is for dignity, both can be thrown. It is not shameful for a country to cede land and pay compensation, it is shameful for a country to lose its army, it is shameful for a country's emperor to be mediocre and incompetent, it is shameful for a country to be corrupt and happy, and the most shameful thing is that the people of the country are insensitive! Zhao Pu said neither arrogantly nor humbly.

The subtext is saying that although my Great Song Dynasty ceded land and paid compensation, although the army was defeated and lost its division, although the emperor was mediocre, although the etiquette collapsed, my Great Song still has dignity. For the sake of dignity, you can give up your life, give up your love, and even give up everything.

"I don't know your surname?" The gruff man asked.

Isn't this knowingly asked? But Zhao Pu still bowed and said: "A medium, Zhao Pu!" ”

"Zhao Pu, that half-step Xiangguo who rules the world!" The gruff man asked.

"It's next to the wooden word, Zhao Pu, not that Zhao Pu!" Zhao Pu replied.

"Since the distinguished guest is coming, please come in!" The gruff man asked.

"Thank you!" Zhao Pu thanked him.

"Remember, I am the generalissimo of Zhengnan, and the second son of Taizu will not be able to leave, and sit down in the river," the rugged man said.

"It turned out to be the second prince's favorite general!" Zhao Pudao.

He Li didn't respond, but said lightly: "Please enter the barracks!" ”

The river disappeared, and Zhao Pu and Zhang Bangchang were welcomed into the barracks and temporarily settled in a camp.

"Your Highness, how dare you not bow your head when you are under the eaves. Your Highness, you were too impulsive just now, if the gold thief gets angry, then the two of us will die in a different place! Zhang Bangchang said with a little panic.

"Haha!" Zhao Pu smiled. Most of the literati of the Song Dynasty stayed away from military affairs and could be said to be typical military illiterate. The literati of the Song Dynasty were extremely good at governing the country, for the unspoken rules of officialdom, for figuring out the king's intentions, etc., but they were too illiterate in military affairs.

As long as you are not ashamed to ask, study more, ask more advice, and pay more tuition, sooner or later you will mature. It's just a pity that I don't understand it, but I pretend to understand, and I'm too lazy to learn......

"Some people sing white faces, some people sing black faces, and this scene can be performed. Some people are capitulators, some people are anti-gold, and the power of the king can be balanced. Some people are soft in front of the golden envoy, and some people naturally have to be hard, so that we can live! Zhao Pu said with a smile.

"Your Highness, what does this mean?" Zhang Bangchang seemed to have something in mind.

"The Jurchens were originally just a small tribe in the wilderness, and when they were in Zhenzong, they also made offerings. Later, he rose between the white mountains and black waters, and relied on force to destroy the Liao State, and made the Great Song Dynasty tremble by force. Now it can be said that the king is in the world and rampant in the world. It can be said that the Jurchen made a fortune so fast that it shocked the world, just like a little tyrant who instantly became an upstart, which made Jin Jun extremely proud and extremely inferior in his bones! Jin Jun can say that he looks down on my Great Song Dynasty very much, thinking that my dynasty is all a bunch of wine bags and rice bags, and all of them are a bunch of waste; But in his bones, he admires my dynasty very much, and thinks that my dynasty is the kingdom of heaven! ”

The high-level leaders of the Jin State are all wandering back in the ambivalence of extreme inferiority and pride, on the one hand, they actively attack the Song Dynasty in an attempt to destroy this rice bucket country; On the other hand, he greatly admired the culture, system, etc. of the Song Dynasty, and actively studied it. On the one hand, it strengthened the rule of culture and quickly consolidated the rear, and on the other hand, the combat effectiveness declined rapidly. On the eve of Jingkang's disgrace, the fighting power of the Jin State was invincible, but it was almost blank in terms of cultural governance; However, a hundred years later, the Jin Dynasty's cultural rule was comparable to that of the Song Dynasty, but the army was repeatedly defeated by the Mongols.

"So what!" Zhang Bangchang seemed to understand a glimmer of information.

"This ambivalence of the Jin army makes the DPRK's foreign policy towards Kim both hard and weak, and grasp the best balance between soft and hard!" Zhao Pu drank the tea in the cup and smiled indifferently, "If you blindly resist the war, you will only be killed; And they will only surrender, they will not fight, and they will be beaten to death. Only the combination of soft and hard can grasp the glimmer of life! ”

"Lord Wang, you are playing with fire!"

"Playing with fire, the worst result is nothing more than being steamed!"

………

In the Jin army camp, the tall handsome flag sounded in the gale.

At this time, the weather has not completely warmed up, slightly cold, in the handsome tent Yan Yan is not right, and the pen is written on rice paper.

Although born in a wild land, the Jurchen high-level has an amazing obsession with Han culture. It can be said that riding and archery is the instinct of the Jurchen aristocracy, and it is an innate talent; The Han culture is the persistent pursuit of the Jurchens. The first generation, Wanyan Aguta, his younger brother Wu Maiqi, is an entrepreneur. The world knows their outstanding martial arts, but in fact, they also have a certain Han culture, which is not as good as those scholars, but they are not reckless men who do not know how to write and ink.

And the second generation, Wanyan Zhuan is inseparable (that is, Wanyan Zongwang), Sticky Han (Wanyan Zonghan), Jin Wushu (Han name Wanyan Zongbi), etc., in addition to the battle, he is also familiar with the art of war of pork belly, many historical books, for the classics of the past dynasties, compared with those Confucianism is very insufficient, but there is also the level of talent.

Wan Yan is not copying a Buddhist scripture on rice paper. The pen and ink brush is a little bit, there is no kind of atmosphere of the Ming family, but there is an indescribable fortitude. After copying for a long time, he couldn't stop writing.

"The prince of the Great Song Dynasty, Zhao Pu, the king of Yi, is really as he said, with a resolute personality and a young talent. Born as a hero, death is also a ghost, so far thinking of Xiang Yu, refusing to cross Jiangdong. The words are concise and concise, but in the simple words, there are iron bones, but it is a pity that such a man appeared in the weak Song family. But it's good that my plan is coming to fruition! ”

Unconsciously, Wan Yan didn't think of the prince, and a plan in his heart was slowly brewing.