A hundred miles away from the song city, a new square has been opened, which covers an area of hundreds of acres and is extremely open.

A high platform was erected in the center of the square, and a big flag was waved in the wind on the high platform, and a huge drum stood on the east side of the big flag. Under the high platform, standing with their backs to the high platform, there are rows of soldiers with neat armor and bright swords, who are watching with fiery eyes dozens of vigorous soldiers in the center of the square to catch and tear each other up, and from time to time let out a loud cheer.

The soldiers fighting in the center of the field were not as neatly dressed as on the periphery, but all wore their upper bodies with naked fruits, and only wore trousers on their lower bodies, and they were barefoot, and they did not use any weapons and clubs.

Therefore, although the fists and feet on the field, the fight was very fierce, but no one was injured, but this hand-to-hand combat was obviously not easy, after lasting half a pillar of incense kung fu, the soldiers were all tired and sweaty, and from time to time someone was thrown to the ground, and when they got up from the ground, the sweat stuck the dust on the ground into a cloud of black and gray mud, and the appearance looked very embarrassed.

There was also a large group of people fighting in the arena, some of them were half-armored and some were naked. This group of people looked even hotter than the soldiers, and from time to time there were bursts of screams and whistles, and the crowd was covered in sweat and a little gray-faced, and they had just come down from the center of the field, and they were still looking at their comrades who were still fighting in the center of the field, while the rest of the people who did not play looked eager to try, and they couldn't wait to put on the field.

After going on for a while, the soldiers in the center of the sound were finally knocked to the ground, and at this time, a soldier on the high platform immediately beat a huge drum.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

The drums shook the sky, and the soldiers who had won their opponents raised their hands and shouted loudly with the crowd watching from the periphery, while those who lost had depressed expressions and got up silently and returned to the periphery.

"It's still Jiang Er who is amazing, he knocked down three more in this moment's kung fu!" , one of the people in the outer crowd exclaimed.

"How can there be, I think Zhang San is still powerful, he has knocked down more than three, at least six!" , the other replied disapprovingly.

"Neither of you have long eyes, obviously Si Dongkou is the most powerful, you see that he has not been defeated since he came on the field, I don't know how many people have been defeated", another person next to him heard these two people speak, retorted very unconvinced, and then said triumphantly: "Dongkou is one of the best masters in my Sima family, I guess no one in this military camp can beat him, haha"

As soon as he heard this, the person in front turned around and said with a blue face: "Bullshit! My Taishi's Putian is the most powerful, and he hasn't come down since he came on the field! ”

The person who spoke before was not happy, "Putu, what do you mean, there is a kind of bet between the two of us to see who is better in the end!" ”

Putu naturally disagreed: "Bet on it, bet on it, am I still afraid of you in Putu, in my opinion, Putian must be the most powerful in this military camp"

When the two were arguing, the first to speak said loudly: "Don't quarrel with each other, according to me, neither of them is the most powerful in this barracks."

Putu and Dongjiao turned their faces angrily: "How can there be?" Looking at this, there is a big fight if there is a disagreement.

Seeing this, the previous man struck a spirit, but his face did not show any timidity, but instead said loudly and proudly with a chest in his chest: "Of course it is the king!" ”

As soon as these words came out, Putu and Dongjiao didn't dare to say anything, and after looking at each other hostilely, they invariably turned their eyes to the big tent behind the high platform, and their eyes showed deep admiration and awe.

……

Compared with the hustle and bustle in the square, the inside of the big tent was unusually quiet.

Prime Minister Shang Rong stared at Di Xin, who was sitting in front of the seat, with an angry face, and suddenly said loudly after a while:

"Great King, it was good to say that as long as those princes and nobles sent their sub-clans and multi-sub-clans to their private armies, why didn't the king send Huang Feihu, the king of Zhenguo Wucheng, to lead the troops, but instead wanted to personally command the team?"

Di Xin closed his eyes slightly, not caring about Shang Rong's angry appearance at all, and only after a while did he smile coldly and said: "There are candidates in Beihai who rebelled, Wen Taishi led the troops there, Huang Feihu is still young, and he has never led so many troops. Now who else in the DPRK and China can command these fierce soldiers besides me? ”

Shang Rong was speechless for a while by Di Xin's words, and took a few heavy breaths.

After a while, Shang Rong calmed down his excitement and said to Di Xin: "But now the affairs of the court and China are complicated, if the king leaves like this, it is inevitable that something will happen."

Di Xin's eyes suddenly opened when he heard this, and he said loudly and angrily: "Who dares! ”

Shang Rong didn't have any psychological preparation, and his heart was shocked by Di Xin's loud roar, and when he saw Di Xin's cold appearance, he didn't dare to say anything for a while.

Di Xin half-closed his eyes again, no longer paying attention to Shang Rong, who had been standing in front of him, and Shang Rong had no choice but to find an excuse to leave.

When the big account was released, Shang Rong's face was flushed with a trace of worry, and the subordinates who received the account saw that the prime minister's face was not good, and asked carefully: "My lord, where are we going now?" ”

Shang Rong was silent for a moment and then waved his hand and said, "Taishi Mansion"

……

Taishi Bigan sat on the wide Taishi chair in the mansion, and after listening to Shang Rong's report, his eyes narrowed slightly, his brows wrinkled together into a Sichuan character, and he was silent for a long time.

The young master who was still sitting on the other side of the table with his hair scattered and disheveled, after listening to the words, his feet drooped with two clogs, one hand was lying on the table, the other hand was on his chin, and his eyes were empty looking at the teacup on the table in a daze, and several people did not speak again.

A few people next to him stood silently like pillars, and only a slight sound of breathing could be heard in the hall.

After a long time, Bigan sighed and said:

"Your Excellency, I am afraid that the king's actions have a deep meaning, and I always feel a little uneasy in my heart, but I can't think of why the king did this for a while. But you don't have to worry about the king's ability to lead troops to fight, but what I'm worried about now is another thing."

"What are you worried about, please make it clear", Shang Rong's expression moved slightly, and he said to Bigan, and at this time, Jizi also came back to his senses from the hollow and looked at Bigan.

"The king has led soldiers before, although the strength is not as good as now, but the performance is really remarkable, not only on the battlefield in the first place, brave and outstanding, but also looking at its marching scheduling, between advance and retreat are quite orderly, large and small battles have never been defeated. But that's what I'm worried about, the king's bravery is not a good thing for the Shang Dynasty," Bi Gan said worriedly.