"Xiaguan Liang Youda, ask to see Zhong Shuai!"

The new prefect of Mianzhou City knelt outside tremblingly and begged to see him, and beside him, there were also officials of Mianzhou City.

This scene seems a little unbelievable, the civil officials of the Qianguo are often automatically promoted to three levels when facing martial artists, even if they are facing military generals with a higher grade than themselves, they are often disdainful.

It's just that the old Zhong Xianggong who is in the government at this time is a special case, Zhong Wendao, who has passed the age of Ershun, can be said to be a living fossil in the military circle of the Qianguo, and the Zhong family has been guarding the southwest for nearly a hundred years.

Zhong Wendao's influence is no longer just a "general" that can be described.

Faced with the Mianzhou prefect's request to see, Zhong Wendao just took a towel from his own soldiers inside the door and wiped his face, ignoring it.

He didn't bother to bother with it, and he didn't bother to bother with it.

"Ahem........."

After a while, Zhong Wendao sat down on the chair, waved his hand, and motioned for his soldiers to move the brazier in front of him.

The winter in the north is bitter and cold, not as hot and humid as the southwest, but Zhong Xianggong is old and does not like the heat of the charcoal basin.

"Bring it with you."

What they brought up was not the Mianzhou city officials who asked to see outside, but Meng Heng who walked in from the side hall.

Meng Hui's hair was a little scattered, and his eyes were a little dazed, but after seeing Zhong Wendao, who was sitting in the first seat, he immediately knelt down:

"Sin General Meng Hui, see Zhong Shuai!"

"Get up, ahem............"

Zhong Xianggong began to cough again, he really hated the climate of the Northland.

But there is nothing to be done, I only knew that the armaments on the three sides of the Great Cadre were very wasted, but I had to eat half of the military expenditure of the imperial court every year, Zhong Xianggong thought, even if it was abolished, it would be able to raise something after all, right?

Who would have thought that Captain Yang's letter and the reactions of all the ministers in the court made Zhong Wendao a little surprised, this three sides that eat half of Thailand's military spending every year have become absurd like this?

If you want to say that the Yan people moved the Zhenbei Army from the desert and you can't stop it, it's good to say, now the Yan people's Zhenbei Army has not gone south, and the Jingnan Army has only been dispatched once, but it has already scared Captain Yang out of fear.

Gee......

If Zhong Wendao doesn't have a fire in his heart, it is impossible, if those military expenses can be given to his own Western Army, the life of the sons and daughters can be more comfortable, and the blow to those restless toasts will naturally be more rapid, and even after a few years, it is not impossible to completely wipe out the southwest toast.

A few years ago, the imperial court had already begun to disintegrate and suppress the Western Army, but although the Western Army was not his Zhong family, the various warlords of the Western Army were actually tightly around the Zhong family, and only the Zhong family was the leader, which made the imperial court's methods not really achieve much results.

The situation that the Yan people are going south this time can be regarded as helping the Western Army to break the siege.

Zhong Wendao, as a general, really would rather face the enemy's swords, guns, and horses than go to the court to spend that brain.

"Sinner? What sin are you? ”

"This ......"

Meng Heng didn't know what to say.

"Mianzhou City has been defended, you are meritorious."

Meng Hui kowtowed again and said:

"Thank you Zhong Shuai for your protection."

At this time, Zhong Wendao is qualified to characterize this matter.

Of course, although when the Western Army arrived, their own people and their own people were fighting in Mianzhou City, but this city failed to let the Yan people in after all.

"It's hard for you." Zhong Wendao said with emotion.

"The last general will not dare."

Meng Heng lowered his head.

Looking at Meng Hui, Zhong Wendao couldn't help but think of Meng Hui's father, and then thought of back then, when he and Meng Hui's father stood beside the thorny face together.

It's a pity that it's all over the place.

At this time, a personal soldier walked in and whispered beside Zhong Wendao.

Zhong Wendao's gaze froze slightly,

Road:

"Lock down the whole city and search for me."

"Yes."

The pro-soldiers went out.

Zhong Wendao sighed and said:

"King Fu, dead."

"............" Meng Heng.

"The body was found in the stable, but the head was gone."

"This, how is this possible?"

"It should be done by a Yan spy sneaking into the city."

"King Fu, King Fu is a good prince."

"Huh." Zhong Wendao didn't care, and said: "What Ben Shuai is worried about is that if it is really done by the Yan people, then even if the Yan people fail to attack Mianzhou City this time, the head of the blessed king will have a greater impact than attacking Mianzhou City again." ”

Meng Heng bowed his head and was silent.

"That's it, that's it, since King Fu is dead, you Meng Hui will also die."

"The last general, obey."

As he spoke, Meng Heng stood up and prepared to take the sword from his own soldiers.

This scene all fell into Zhong Wendao's eyes, and he spoke again:

"In the future, let's call Zhong Jue."

Meng Hui was stunned.

"Take advantage of your father first, and when this war is over, erase this paragraph with your merits, and you can call Meng Hui back again."

This is the easiest way to do it, and it can save a lot of fuss.

"Thank you Zhong Shuai!"

Meng Hui knelt down again.

"Do you know who is leading the troops to attack the city this time?"

"I don't know."

"The pillar outside the door reads, Zheng Fan, Cuiliu Fort is guarded."

"Zheng Fan again?"

"This is an addiction to Mianzhou City."

What Zheng Shoubei didn't know was that the last time he entered Mianzhou City, he cut off the heads of a number of officials and left a letter, which not only made him bear a black pot because of the "Chahe Village", but also his deeds this time were secretly circulated on the desks of various military bigwigs by the imperial court.

It's also considered ...... Make a name for yourself in an enemy country.

"This son, the method is very weird." Meng Hui could only reply like this, "And the use of soldiers is very powerful." ”

"You can talk to Ben Shuai in detail."

"Yes."

Meng Hui told all the things from the attack on the Yan people to the fact that Mrs. Da Xi suddenly became nervous and caused infighting among the local soldiers and cadres in the city.

Zhong Wendao had been squinting and listening, sitting there motionless, as if he was about to fall asleep.

After Meng Heng finished speaking, Zhong Wendao opened his eyes and said:

"Cuiliu Castle, is it a fortress of the Yan people?"

"It should be."

"Listen to what you said, that Yan Zheng Fan is also a character, he fought Mianzhou City twice, the first time he fought it, and the second time he almost fought again, and he will judge the situation and know the soldiers, and he will be in harmony."

As he spoke, Zhong Wendao looked at his own soldiers and said:

"I'm going to inform the Silver Armor Guard tomorrow, I want this Zheng Fan's details. By the way, send another cavalry to meet the sky. ”

Saying,

Zhong Wendao rubbed his eyebrows again,

Road:

"I'm tired, rest."

"Dashuai, the bedroom has been arranged."

"Well, Meng Heng."

"The end will be."

"You're also tired, change your clothes, and in the future, you will be my own soldier, help plan next to me, and let someone take you to show you the defense map later, I want to see how much you inherit your father's mantle."

"The final general will definitely live up to the expectations of the commander."

"Hmm."

Zhong Wendao walked into the back bedroom with the support of his own soldiers.

"Dashuai, the words on the pillar will be erased later."

"What did you wipe it for? Didn't you come the same last time you wiped people? Keep it, let the civil and military people who come in and out watch, shame and courage. ”

"The subordinates understand, and, the boss, do you want to hand a fold to the top of the silver armor guard first?"

"How?"

Those who can be a pro-soldier by Zhong Wendao's side are just like the Li family's family members, they are basically the children of the family or the meritorious children of the Western Army, so they can be more free when talking to Zhong Wendao in private, after all, Zhong Wendao is their elder.

"Handsome, easy to make taboos."

"Taboo? Is Ben Shuai here to fight or here to talk nonsense? He, Emperor Yan, can give Tian Wujing all the secret spy divisions of Yinlang County, why can't I, Zhong Wendao, summon this silver-armored guard? ”

"The Silverguards probably won't reply."

"Hehe, then tell them that Ben Shuai has always liked to sacrifice flags before the war, but this time he came in a hurry and didn't bring death row prisoners."

"Subordinates obey."

"The boundaries of Mianzhou are good, so that all the Western Army units behind will camp and defend according to Mianzhou City."

"The subordinates obey the order, the marshal, the prefect of Mianzhou is still kneeling outside."

"In the future, Mianzhou City will not need a prefect."

………

When the cavalry of Cuiliu Fort returned to the fortress, it was already dark, and they had been attacking all night, and the results were abundant, and of course they were tired, but when they unloaded their armor and ate lunch, the soldiers were still very excited one by one.

"The first level will register and count first, and then load the car, and I will personally send it to Nanwangcheng tomorrow."

Zheng Fan simply ordered and went back to the room by himself, according to his habit, when the troops came back, there was already a little lady who boiled hot water and prepared to let the master take a bath.

Sitting in the bathtub, Zheng Fan squinted his eyes comfortably, the kind of body that was tired for a day, and the comfort after soaking in hot water was difficult to describe in words.

At this time, Yun Yatou pushed open the door and walked in, saying:

"Master, the fourth grandmother said that she would stitch up some wounded soldiers to treat their wounds, and let me wait for you to take a bath first."

Zheng Fan nodded.

Yun Yatou began to help Zheng Fan rub his back.

Zheng Fan remembered that after he woke up from this world, the first thing he saw was this cloud girl, it had been almost a year, the eighteenth female college had changed, and the cloud girl looked not as immature as before.

During this period of time, Zheng Fan's daily life has been taken care of by Siniang many times, and he doesn't need outsiders to serve him much, so it is indeed difficult to contact Yun Yatou on weekdays.

Now, she is in charge of taking those little ladies.

After taking a bath, Zheng Fan put on the leopard skin pajamas he got from the hyena gang and lay down under the service of Yun Yatou.

Yun Yatou knelt on the edge of the bed, helped Zheng Fan pour water, and then, looking at Zheng Fan, said:

"Master, do you need someone to accompany you?"

"I'm tired."

"Yes, master."

The cloud girl exited the room very interestingly.

A smile appeared at the corner of Zheng Fan's mouth, although he didn't plan to eat it, but there was a little girl who planned to recommend a pillow mat, which was actually quite good.

There are actually a lot of men who can control the lower half of their bodies, but there are very few who can even purify their hearts, in fact, even if they are women, when they see handsome guys or high-quality uncles, they will also have the urge to lick the screen.

Zheng Fan closed his eyes, he was really a little tired, and he would go to Nanwang City tomorrow to settle this military exploits, and it was estimated that he would think about it again, let's sleep.

When he was sleeping in a daze, Zheng Fan seemed to hear the door of the house being pushed open, and soon, a plump body burrowed into his bed.

Familiar body scent, familiar curvature, familiar feeling.

Zheng Fan never thought of himself as a royal sister before, but when he was with Siniang, he really enjoyed this feeling.

I didn't do anything, I just hugged it, not very simple, but very beautiful.

This night, I slept very comfortably.

When she woke up, Siniang had already gotten up before herself, and was sitting on the edge of the bed knitting clothes.

Zheng Fan opened his eyes and looked at Siniang, the marriage of his parents broke down early in his previous life, but there is no such memory picture in his memory, when you woke up, your mother was sitting next to you, knitting a sweater.

Although it is a bit strange to substitute Siniang into the perspective of her "mother".

But in this fortress, there are scarce animals that are mentally normal.

Siniang saw Zheng Fan wake up, and when she saw that Zheng Fan didn't speak, she didn't speak, and silently did her own thing at hand.

This silent atmosphere seemed to last for almost an hour, and Zheng Fan stretched his waist and asked:

"What time is it?"

"I guess it's almost dawn."

"Well, then I'll get up and wash up."

After getting out of bed, dressing, washing, and washing, Siniang had already brought in the food.

White porridge with pickles, simple but exquisite.

Zheng Fan picked up a salted duck egg and asked while peeling it:

"The blind man hasn't woken up yet?"

"I guess I'll be in a coma for a few days." Siniang said.

"Hmm."

The blind man's manipulation of Mrs. Daxi has actually succeeded, but the timely appearance of that cadre army prevented Zheng Fan from taking advantage of the situation to enter the city.

At this time, Ah Ming walked over, although Ah Ming received a lot of arrows yesterday, but it may be because he drank more "water", so his face looked good.

"Lord, the first level has been counted, and the car has been loaded."

Counting the head is not an easy task, and it is not a problem to be afraid of this kind of thing, the key is the identification and profit sharing of the head, because some sentry riders have sacrificed a lot for the group, so they must also pay out a part of the head to compensate.

"Good work."

"Lord, you eat slowly, I'll go to rest, and when you plan to go to Nanwang City, call me again."

"Okay."

Ah Ming tied a bulging water bladder around his waist to find a coffin in his room, some people like the feeling of drinking coffee in Starbucks, and Ah Ming likes to lie in the coffin "anemic".

"Lord, San'er hasn't come back yet." Siniang said.

"He'll be fine." Zheng Fan said.

Zheng Fan believes in Xue San's ability to save his life.

"Even if there is something, it is estimated that there will be something for a long time, and we have to mourn."

"Yes."

Zheng Fan nodded.

Scraping the last bit of porridge at the bottom of the bowl into his mouth, Zheng Fan clapped his hands and said:

"This time I went out, the harvest is still very big, and it's time to knock Xu Wenzu's bamboo pole again."

The gate valve prisoner soldiers are really easy to use, with a real first-level capture, Xu Wenzu can be more calm and tough when he opens the back door for himself, and Zheng Fan is also looking forward to expanding the army a little more.

In addition, the attraction of his own Castle of Willow to those prisoners will be greatly strengthened.

The morale of the army or something, there is no need to worry about it anymore.

"What is Ah Cheng busy with now?"

"Back to the Lord, I'm busy appeasing the people of the Huo family."

"Oh, yes."

Zheng Fan nodded.

Huo Guangzhan died, and the Huo family was leaderless all of a sudden, and Liang Cheng should now go to appease and appease.

The biggest problem with the gate lords is that their own clan concept is relatively strong, and Zheng Fan doesn't like the fact that there are too many mountains under his hands.

When the sun came out, it was almost nine o'clock, Zheng Fan called Ah Ming, and Xiao Yibo led his subordinates to drive the trucks to be ready.

Zheng Fan got on his horse and took a deep breath, although the sun had come out, the temperature in the air was still a distance away from thousands of miles away.

Looking back at the head of the cart behind him, Zheng Fan suddenly had a feeling in his heart when he played farm pastoral language in his previous life, as if this cart was not pulling the head, but corn and flowers.

It was as if he was farming, and this time, he was pulling his crop harvest to Nanwang City to sell.

What the barbarians under their command want is the Yanren household registration, and what the gate lord soldiers want is the freedom of their relatives, and what they can gain is probably the official position and more resources.

Whether he is the king of the world, whether he wants to go to the road of being a human being, and what he will do after he walks up, Zheng Fan really hasn't thought about it carefully.

But he likes this feeling of struggle and reward, and this process can already bring people a great sense of satisfaction.

"Lord, shall we go?" Ah Ming asked.

Zheng Fan nodded, the morning sun shone on his face, and he raised his hand holding the horsewhip,

Ordered:

"Let's go!"

………

Outside the city of Mianzhou, several troops of the Western Army have gathered, and they began to build a large camp with Mianzhou City as the center, and everything seems to be in order, which is a kind of strong army atmosphere that has been lost for a long time on the three sides of the Qianguo.

In the prefect's yamen in Mianzhou City, Zhong Wendao has already woken up, and for older people, the sleep time is naturally short.

At the time of breakfast, some soldiers came to report.

Zhong Wendao nodded and said:

"Reply to Mrs. Yang, I'll wait for him in Mianzhou City tomorrow."

With the arrival of the various armies, the speakers of the various armies naturally need to meet and have a meeting.

When Captain Yang chose the ground for the meeting in Mianzhou City, he actually took the initiative to put down the shelf and recognized Zhong Wendao's leading role in many cadre armies.

On the major issues of right and wrong, this eunuch has always been able to see it very clearly.

Putting down the chopsticks, Zhong Wendao opened his mouth to ask the soldiers around him, and said:

"Where's the sky?"

"Back to the marshal, the major general is estimated to be still resting, and it was already quite late when he came back last night."

"Rest, can he rest?"

"This ........."

"This boy, now he can't ask for cavalry from his uncles, hehe.

That's it, transfer a thousand horses from my direct battalion to him, since he wants to make trouble, he can't be too petty, he Yan people can come, I can't go?

Come and don't be rude! ”

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Thanks for the cloudy inspiration of the red.

The upstairs neighbor was decorating, and the electric drill rang for a day, making the dragon a "person" who had his work and rest reversed, and he was not very satisfied with the writing of this chapter, but he still sent it first.

The next chapter may be late, try to write a little more, probably at two o'clock in the morning.