"That's it, it's none of us. We are just messengers, it is enough to fulfill our mission, and at worst, we will only eat it and be thrown alive into the big ding to cook! Zhao Pu smiled, and his tone was a little free.

"The prince is too worried. The official Shengming, how could he attack easily? You may be overthinking! Zhang Bangchang persuaded, seemingly comforting Zhao Pu and himself.

Zhao Pu said secretly in his heart: Shengming is a fart. If it were Shengming, he would not have made a big blood change under the Jin army and soldiers in the city, which would make people panic.

Following the army, the carriage continued to move forward, and Zhao Pu subconsciously shook a bag of poison in his clothes, preparing for the worst in his heart. Death is not terrible, the most terrible thing is that the body is not as good as death, and he can't die if he wants to, he is not a martyr, he is abused by the Jin army, he is as stable as a mountain, once it is the worst, he would rather commit suicide.

A few hours later, the Jin army began to set up a new camp.

After getting out of the carriage, Zhao Pu suddenly had nothing to do. Camping, naturally he doesn't need to do it, his own soldiers will make arrangements, just wait quietly is enough, who made him the prince? With nothing to do, Zhao Pu began to observe the camping situation of the Jin army, as well as the layout of the camp.

It's just a simple camp, there is a university question, camping should be convenient for military attack and defense, as well as scruples about feng shui, fire prevention, easy to drink, easy to cook, and so on.

These are very unfamiliar to Zhao Pu, and they are also very novel.

At this time, Zhang Changbang began to exert his knowledge and tell some of the truths of camping, he did not lead soldiers, did not fight, most of this knowledge is seen from books, or from the notes of some military generals. It's very rough, it's messy, it's far from reality, and it's a bit of a taste of paper, but it still gives Zhao Pu a preliminary dabbling.

At this time, a soldier of the Jin Army came over, "Han people, the marshal wants to see you!" There was naked contempt in his eyes, it seemed that Zhao Pu was a piece of stinky shit on the ground, and if he looked at it a few more times, he would insult his eyes.

Zhao Pu's heart was extremely unhappy, but he could only endure it. The envoy of a weak country must be mentally prepared to be insulted.

"What about me?" Zhang Bangchang asked.

"Nothing to do with you! It's cool there, get there! Jin Bing said disdainfully.

"Master Zhang, don't worry about me!" Zhao Pu said, following Jin Bing towards the marshal's tent.

When I arrived at the door of the big tent, I didn't meet the welcoming crowd, but I saw two rows of armor soldiers lined up on both sides, and the bright swords were out of the body, flashing with cold light, as if they were about to be assassinated at any time.

"Your Highness, please come in!" The Jin soldiers looked at Zhao Pu with mockery.

In the sword mountain and sword forest, walk through.

It's a dismount! Zhao Pu looked at the armor soldiers on both sides, and sneered in his heart, but it was a pity that dismounting could scare the live horse, but it could not scare the dead horse. When he arrived at the Jin military camp, he didn't plan to get out alive, anyway, he was a person who had died once, and it wouldn't be a big deal to die again!

Zhao Pu strode forward and walked towards the gate of the camp.

As soon as the Jin soldier looked at him, the armor soldiers on both sides immediately understood, and his sword stretched out.

Originally, there were armor soldiers standing on both sides, and there was a one-meter-five aisle in the middle, but as the armor swords on both sides stretched forward, the aisle became narrower and narrower, and the swords seemed to continue to stretch forward, and the swords were getting closer and closer to Zhao Pu's body, and finally they were wiping their clothes, as long as they stretched forward slightly, it was a blood hole.

The cold light of the blade flickered in front of him, and the icy air brushed against his clothes, and there was a faint sound of clothes rubbing against his sword.

"Whew!" It was the sound of clothes being cut, and the blade of the knife pressed against the skin, making a bloody streak.

But Zhao Pu was still not afraid and strode forward. At this moment, Zhao Pu thought of Dong Cunrui, Sister Jiang, and Liu Hulan, and countless figures flashed in front of him, as if they were watching flowers.

"Look at the door and stop thinking about Zhang Jian, endure death and wait for Dugan. I smiled at the sky with my horizontal knife, and went to leave the liver and gallbladder two Kunlun! Zhao Pu chanted the verse, walked between the swords, and stepped into the tent.

"Good poetry, good poetry!" A man exclaimed.

Zhao Pu looked intently, only to see a big man clapping his hands and nodding appreciatively. His figure is extremely burly, but he is not rude, but he is elegant from top to bottom, like a gentleman, giving people a sense of convincing.

This big Han Jurchen was dressed in a jade pendant around his waist, and said with a smile: "Good poetry, like poetry." I smiled at the sky with my horizontal knife, and went to leave the liver and gallbladder two Kunlun! What a backbone! ”

Fang Yu asked, "Your Excellency, who is it?" ”

"Pharmacist Guo!"

"There was Pharmacist Li in the Tang Dynasty and Pharmacist Guo in the Song Dynasty, I know!" Zhao Pu nodded, and looked at the center of the handsome tent, where the person sitting there must be the marshal of the Jin Army, and he couldn't leave.

Looking at this marshal, Zhao Pu couldn't help but have a question in his heart, this is the Marshal of the Jin Army, the second son of Wanyan Aguta, the second prince who captured Emperor Liao in the legend?

Different countries have different aesthetics, in the aesthetics of the Song Dynasty, the beautiful man should be the kind of hand shaking folding fan, lupine scarf, gentle and elegant, poetry and songs, all of which are fine, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are omnipotent, talking and laughing to govern the country and the country, waving his hand to win thousands of miles away; In the aesthetics of the grassland people, the beautiful man is able to tear the tiger, the arrow is not missing, he kills the enemy on the horse, and he has the courage of ten thousand people, breaking the army and cutting the general, and seizing the head of the general among the ten thousand horses.

One is the image of a gentle scholar, which is the aesthetics of the Song people;

A tall and burly warrior image, this is the aesthetic of the golden man.

It's a pity that this marshal of the Jin Army has neither the gentle elegance nor the sturdy and burly temperament, but is just plain, ordinary, too ordinary, and it is very easy to drown in the crowd.

This Marshal of the Jin Army looks too ordinary, and there is nothing to pity if it is in an ordinary person. But it fell on the marshal of the Jin army, which was too disappointing.

"Meet the marshal!" Zhao Pu arched his hand and greeted him. I can't help but think that people can't look good, the sea can't fight cars, and seemingly ordinary people often have unexpected differences. It's like a dog that bites doesn't bark, and a dog that barks doesn't bite.

"When you see the marshal, why don't you kneel!" A Jin army general shouted, his voice like thunder. Zhao Pu couldn't help but shiver and was taken aback.

"Bold, get on your knees!"

"Bold, get on your knees!"

The generals in the tent shouted in unison, and the sound was amazing, forming a powerful deterrent.

Zhao Pu was very aggrieved in his heart, and suddenly thought of the situation when he was a child, when he was in kindergarten, he was surrounded and beaten by a group of garden tyrants. It's a pity that he didn't hold the explosives bag, otherwise Lao Tzu would have blown everyone in the tent into the sky and turned into ashes.

"Hahaha!" Zhao Pu raised his head and laughed, looking arrogant, as if he was a madman. Don't pretend to be forced, pretend to be forced to be struck by lightning; It is better to be struck by lightning than to pretend to be forced.

It's very embarrassing, it's embarrassing, and it seems that nothing can be done except pretending.

"Hangou, what are you laughing at?" A Jin army general shouted.

"Life is precious, fame and fortune are more valuable, if it is for dignity, both can be thrown away. We Han people attach the most importance to integrity, heaven and earth have integrity, integrity exists, and society survives; The integrity is dead, and the society is dead. There are only headless princes, no kneeling messengers! ”

Zhao Pu shouted loudly, his voice was very loud, as if he was afraid that the people in the tent would not hear it.

When the generals of the Jin army heard this, they were stunned at first, they didn't expect this prince to be so bold, but then they laughed in unison, and the laughter came one after another: This prince is too funny, and he is also a mouth cannon, and he talks it well, but when it comes to reality, he is stunned.

Zhao Pu's expression was still the same, observing the surroundings, all the generals smiled, only sitting in the center of the handsome tent, the marshal of the Jin Army did not smile, and looked at each other coldly.

It's not simple, this Marshal of the Golden Army.

"Han dog, kneel!"

"Han dog, if you can't beat us on the battlefield, kneel down!"

The two generals of the Jin Army on the left and right stepped forward, one left and one right, grabbed Zhao Pu's arm, lifted his foot and kicked it on his knee.

Zhao Pu wanted to struggle, but his limbs were not diligent, and his strength was very small, and there were opponents of the two Jin army generals, and he inevitably fell to the ground with a kick of his left and right feet. At this moment, Zhao Pu was like a slaughtered chicken, wanting to struggle, wanting to maintain his dignity, but he couldn't do anything.

"Bang!" His knees fell to the ground, his dignity was trampled on, Zhao Pu's heart was aggrieved to the extreme, his eyes wanted to cry, but his grief and anger were to the extreme, and he wanted to cry but he couldn't.

I silently read in my heart that dignity does not come from charity, but from self-improvement. What is this humiliation, Han Xin endured the humiliation of his crotch back then, and Gou Jian ate stool. What is this shame, knowing shame and moving forward, almost brave. As long as the Jin Kingdom is destroyed in the future, this humiliation is nothing.

Zhao Pu was extremely aggrieved in his heart, and shouted: "Don't kneel to the sky, don't kneel to the ground, kneel and whoever dies, the child born has no asshole, the whole family is dead, and the children and grandchildren are cut off!" ”

"Bastard!" At this time, a Jin army general was angry and waved his hand to slap Zhao Pu.

Zhao Pu closed his eyes, he was ready to turn into a pig's head, and he was even more mentally prepared for the teeth in his mouth to be bare.

But after waiting for a long time, this slap did not fall, Zhao Pu opened his eyes, and saw that Wan Yan, who had been speechless for a long time, had already stood up and held the arm of the general of the Jin Army, and the slap did not fall.

"Don't back down yet!" Wan Yan couldn't leave.

Many generals immediately retreated, separated on both sides according to their ranks, and there was no longer that noisy scene.

"Sit down, messenger!" Wan Yan waved his hand very respectfully, and said that the attendant took out a chair and placed it in front of Zhao Pu.

Zhao Pu didn't sit down, but arched his hand and said: "Thank you marshal for saving your life, otherwise your face will definitely become a pig's head today, and maybe all the teeth on your mouth will be smashed!" ”

"The envoy is frightened!" Wan Yan didn't leave the road, "We men are all foreigners, don't understand etiquette, and are rude. Frightened! ”

"No need!"

"Ben Shuai has seen many Song envoys, but most of them are humble and grovel, and a few seem to be upright and would rather die than give in, but most of them are fierce and inward-looking, and they are extremely scared in their hearts. I don't know what type of envoy they belong to? Wan Yan asked.

"Morality cannot make people fearful, but power can make people submit." Zhao Pu's face was very calm, there was no madness of being insulted at all, some were just calm, "It doesn't matter which type I belong to, since I am defeated, I can afford to lose, and it is reasonable to be insulted!" ”