"The humble duty understands, the prince went to the court to ask for more military pay for the brothers is sympathetic to our old brothers, this fold of the humble duty must be written properly, .00ks" The man who looked like the master replied with a smile, don't look at this person is inconspicuous, but he is one of Wu Sangui's henchmen and literati, a real four-grade Yunnan patrolman, named Wang Cheng'an.

Wang Cheng'an's words made all the generals in the tent laugh, these people are all generals of the Guanning department, Wu Sangui's hardcore henchmen, and they only have the king of Pingxi in their eyes but there is no lord of the Manchu emperor.

Wu Sangui smiled and said: "Since we old brothers entered the customs with this Wang Shanhaiguan, now they are either all or guerrillas, in the final analysis, at least half of the credit for the sour show written by Wang Cheng'an, and a piece of the fold has been in the hands of Lao Wang. ”

Wu Sangui is not wrong, the generals are not only fighting outside the war is the key, this is also indispensable, the imperial court is thousands of miles away, where do you know how great your merit can be, and where can you know how vast the enemy's situation is, if you don't boast in the merit excerpt, this merit will be discounted, if the merit excerpt is well written, even if there is no merit, you can get a piece of the pie.

Wu Sangui's words changed: "Lao Wang, this time the excerpt that this king asked you to write is not just for you to ask for merit for your brothers, but to ask for sin, do you understand this?" ”

Wu Sangui saw that the generals under the tent looked puzzled, so he said eloquently: "In the end, we are dogs full of people, if the hunting dog bites a rabbit to death, it will only be rewarded by the hunter with a bone at most, but if a tiger appears in the mountain, this king wants to ask, does this hunting dog have bones to eat?" ”

This reason is very simple, it is nothing for a hound to bite a rabbit to death, but if a tiger appears in the mountain, if the hunter wants the hound to fight the tiger, he must feed the hound every day, and nourish his spirit and strength. Until the hounds are raised to be as strong as tigers, let the hounds come forward to pounce on them.

It's just that Wu Sangui didn't understand one thing, that is, when the hunting dog became a tiger and bit the tiger in the mountain to death, the original hunting dog became a tiger next to the hunter, which is not good. The hound, which is stronger than a tiger, is about to bite off the hunter's neck.

Wu Sangui's expedition to Burma this time is not to seek victory, but to seek defeat, only after losing the battle, can the Manchurian masters in Beijing understand that now the pseudo-Ming is powerful, and Wu Moubing's major general is really powerless, or you will personally go out of the horse? Of course, the master will not go out in person, not to mention that the current Eight Banners have long since lost the prestige that swept thousands of miles when they entered the customs, but to say that the eight-year-old little emperor in the court was enthroned. The banner lords and ministers are afraid of forming gangs and fighting for power and profit, where will they be willing to take care of the bad things in the wild land in the southwest, not to mention that the masters raised you Wu Sangui, an old dog in Yunnan. Of course, you want to share the worries of the masters, Wu Sangui wants to be the end of the land, not only to share the worries of the masters, but also to expand the army and ask for a reason, when my Pingxi King raises 100,000 elites, the world's taxes are asked by my Pingxi King for most of the time, and no one dares to move Lao Tzu's position, you are now Lao Tzu's master, maybe you will become Lao Tzu's slave in the future.

"Your Highness is wise!" The leaders and guerrillas suddenly came to their senses and clasped their fists to flatter.

June 18 of the second year of the new year. Zhu Jun joined forces with Li Dingguo's troops stationed outside Xunyang City, and the morale of the Ming army was greatly boosted.

June 20 of the second year of the new beginning.

Xunyang City is in the wilderness. The 40,000 Wu troops set up a position. The armies on the left, center, and right were scattered. The trumpets were buzzing. From time to time, there is an earth-shattering drum sound, which is shocking. Across from them. The Ming army in northern Burma and the Ming army in southern Burma were divided into two routes: left and right. Nearly 10,000 people lined up.

With Wu Sangui's army, the silver flag was raised. The local formation of the Chinese army cracked a hole for horses to pass through. Shaking his spirits, Wu Sangui was wearing silver armor. With a few of his own soldiers, he came out of the rift and beat his horse. Gallop forward. Reined in the horse not far in front of the Wu army. Eyes looked at the Ming army in the distance. He raised his right hand at the herald behind him. The herald gets the order. There was a loud chirp. Then he galloped towards the front of the Ming army.

The heralds did not restrain their horses until they were in front of the southern Burmese army. He shouted: "King Wu of Pingxi of the Great Qing Dynasty invites the puppet emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Youlang, to talk in front of the array. ”

The herald said that when the Ming puppet emperor was in front of the battle, the Ming army couldn't help but change color. Only before the battle did not slash to make this golden rule make them desperately hold back. The herald spoke with a puff of heart. Pull the horse away. Coldly, he heard a loud sound behind him. Sitting down, the war horse was suddenly frightened. Spread his legs and ran out dozens of feet away. The heralds are not in a hurry. was thrown away by the startled horse, fell and gnawed on the mud. Then a burst of laughter erupted in front of the Ming army. The herald stood up in great embarrassment, and saw that the horses were galloping away not far away. The horse's rump was hit by a fire hammer and the flesh was blurred. I had to quench it hatefully. Gu scolded himself and attacked Lao Tzu behind a thousand knives. He did not dare to linger any longer. I'm afraid I'll be beaten. Ran away in embarrassment.

There was another laugh behind him......

The Ming generals were disdainful of Wu Sangui's request for a pre-battle conversation, and they all advised Zhu Jun not to take risks easily, and even the Ming army in northern Burma on the left side got the news, and Li Dingguo specially sent a partial general to persuade him. Zhu Jun is another idea, after a year of operation, the current Ming army has regarded themselves as gods, if they dare not go out, not only will they weaken the momentum of the Ming army, but also will shake the thinking of the Ming army, so this trip must go, he also expected that although Wu Sangui is a capricious villain, but in front of so many people to his own disadvantage may not be able to do, he hesitated for a moment, his eyes swept across the generals and said: "I give orders to the sky, how can Wu Sangui, a clown jumping beam, be damaged, Now in front of the two armies, if I don't go, it will weaken the prestige of my Ming Dynasty, you don't have to persuade me anymore, Mu Aiqing, you go and prepare the horses, choose a good guard, I want to see what this rebel has to see me. ”

The generals persuaded to no avail, so they had to select a few brave guards, picked a white horse for Zhu Jun, and gave Zhu Jun three layers of armor and three layers of armor, and finally pinned a three-eyed short gun on Zhu Jun's waist, and then the Chinese army opened up and let Zhu Jun go out of battle.

Zhu Jun wore bright golden armor, sat on a snow-white horse and walked out with dozens of knights, until five hundred steps in front of the battle, Wu Sangui had been waiting in the distance for a long time, what was unexpected was that he did not bring any entourage except for a herald behind him.

The noon sun swayed on Zhu Jun's golden armor, reflecting a colorful halo, making Zhu Jun look heroic and majestic. Zhu Jun took a few steps forward slowly, getting closer to Wu Sangui, and only then did he see the true face of this big traitor, with a thin face, sunken cheeks, and a wisp of white sheep's whiskers under his chin, if it weren't for the unstoppable sharpness in his eyes, Zhu Jun really didn't believe that this inconspicuous old man was the famous Wu Sangui.

"How is Pinciber doing?" Zhu Jun smiled lightly, with an indifferent look like a friend, and grabbed the horse's reins with both hands in greeting.

It's just that there is a sarcasm in this greeting, Ping Xibo is the title of Wu Sangui who was awarded by Chongzhen, since he took refuge in the Manchurians, Wu Sangui has already become the famous king of Pingxi, and the reason why Zhu Jun called him Ping Xibo is just to satirize him for accepting the gift of Emperor Chongzhen but betraying his virtue and defecting to the Manchu Dynasty.

Wu Sangui didn't care, and said with a smile: "With His Royal Highness King Lao Gui worried, everything is fine with this king." ”

Before Yongli ascended the throne, he attacked the title of King Gui, and Wu Sangui called Zhu Jun King Gui, naturally not recognizing his identity as Emperor Ming.

Zhu Jun removed this topic, looked at the mighty Wu army behind Wu Sangui, and praised: "The good soldiers trained by Ping Xibo, such a majestic army, even if they take the world by themselves, I am afraid that it is like taking things from their bags, so why should they take refuge in the Manchu Qing Dynasty and be scolded by the people of the world?" ”

"How can King Gui make such a rebellious statement? The Manchu Qing Dynasty is the emperor Zhengshuo, Wu is just for the Shunzhi Emperor to correct and depose the evil, where there will be the heart of stealing the world, but His Royal Highness King Gui does not know the general trend of the world, the mighty, those who follow it prosper, and those who go against it die. Changing one's life against the sky will only laugh at the world and leave it to future generations to talk and laugh. Wu advised King Gui that he should take refuge in Lord Ming early, and maybe he could save his life. ”

Zhu Jun said with a smile: "What a general trend in the world, mighty and mighty, I Guan Ping Xibo is not old and dizzy, but I never thought that he was an unreasonable person, the Manchu Qing Dynasty was just after the construction of slaves, and I was lucky to steal the Central Plains, and sooner or later I will raise troops to drive them away, and I will worship these barbarians as Zhengshuo, and sooner or later I will regret it." ”

Wu Sangui said: "The winner is the king, the loser is the king, has King Gui forgotten the battles of Guangdong, Hunan, Guangxi, and Yunnan?" The merits of the matter, you and I are here today, and we can tell tonight, and this king also asks King Gui to be careful with his feet, don't mix his feet when he escapes. ”

This is Wu Sangui's satire that Yongli was once pursued by the Qing army, and he fled to Guangdong, Hunan, Guangxi, Yunnan and other places like a lost dog, although Zhu Jun has nothing to do with the previous Yongli, and he doesn't feel a little blushing, after all, others don't know the difference between him and the former Yongli, so he naturally counts this matter on his head, after all, his cultivation skills are not as good as the treacherous and cunning Wu Sangui, he had to say: "Words are not speculative, only the battlefield can be seen, that is the case, you and I each go back to their own formation, drive the troops to fight." ”

After speaking, Zhu Jun ignored Wu Sangui, turned his horse's head, and galloped away with his entourage towards the main formation.

Wu Sangui stood on his horse and looked at Zhu Jun's vigorous figure, and his eyes couldn't help but reveal a doubt, this person is the eternal calendar that is like panic? It seems to be very different from the previous Yongli. Look, this cultivation and courage are really a thousand miles apart! Thinking of this, Wu Sangui couldn't help but be vigilant, he didn't take Yongli in his eyes, but at this moment, he faintly felt that this person was no worse than Li Dingguo, and sooner or later, this person would be a tough opponent for himself.

"Should this battle be won or lost?" Wu Sangui muttered, according to his original arrangement, this battle must be defeated, only in this way can the strength of Nanming be rendered, and he will be able to expand the army to the imperial court in a grand manner, but at this moment, he can't make up his mind, and faintly feels that if Zhu Youlang is not cut down in this battle, sooner or later he will have to face this powerful enemy.