In the ten days since Ling Husheng left, with the gradual recovery of the wounded soldiers, the food was consumed faster.

Even if he wanted to take the wild road, when he saw the sturdy dock fort nearby and the well-equipped private soldiers, Yang Zheng could only smile bitterly.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, and it is not so simple to collect henchmen.

People's hearts are separated from their bellies, and they are often subject to all kinds of fetters and pulls.

Even if it is a life-saving grace, sometimes it is vulnerable in the face of interests.

Yang Zheng secretly observed, after most of the wounded soldiers recovered, the first thing they thought of was their families and hometowns.

Although I didn't say it directly, there was too much revealed in my words and deeds on weekdays.

At night, there are still people who blow the Qiang flute one by one, and their voices are whimpering, like crying, which makes people sad and sad.

It's human nature.

And if you go against human nature, you will fail.

Besides, Yang Zheng is just a general, according to the imperial court establishment, a maximum of 500 people.

If you get a few thousand subordinates, what will the above think?

It's good to be ambitious, but it's stupid to expose ambition at will.

Henchmen are not in numbers, but in loyalty.

The twisted melon is not sweet, and Yang Zhengning is not indiscriminate.

No matter what you have to do or what you have to fight, the road ahead must be full of dangers.

The unfaithful are themselves a fatal weakness.

With the aggravation of the food crisis, Linghu Sheng did not return for a long time, and Yang Zheng had to make a choice.

Then he gathered the people, and simply made it clear that those who were willing to go would not be hindered, and they were given dry food for three days.

The wounded soldiers were stunned for a moment, and then suddenly shouted long live, kneeling on their knees and kowtowing in front of Yang Zheng with joyful eyes.

"The parents of the one who gave birth to me, and General Yang who lived me!"

"General Yang's kindness will never be forgotten!"

……

The crowd suddenly went to more than half of the crowd, leaving only more than 300 people standing quietly in the field, glaring angrily at the people around them.

Of the four or five thousand wounded soldiers, only about three hundred were willing to go with him.

That's a bit low.

Although I have been mentally prepared, it is inevitable that I will not feel good when I think of the meticulous care I have taken care of them these days.

If it weren't for themselves, how many of them would have survived?

But that's fine, at least the food problem isn't so serious.

And those who stayed were considered to have passed the first round of tests.

After inquiry, I learned that these people were all orphans of this era, alone, either their families were separated, or they died from the imperial court's successive levies on Ding Zhuang......

The male in the family died in battle, and the female dependents and young sons had no way to live, and eventually disappeared.

Yang Zheng saw a hint of hatred in their eyes.

Where there is hatred, there is blood.

Two days later, the city became empty, Yang Zheng didn't care, and ate and lived with the soldiers every day, practicing martial arts and formations together.

The people of this era live in the shadow of war all year round, and even if they do not fight, they are facing a severe existential crisis.

There is nothing to say about physical fitness, and physical strength is strong.

And Yang Zheng's body seems to have a lot of potential.

There was no food crisis, and Yang Zheng's mind was immersed in martial arts.

Swordsmanship, swordsmanship, bows and arrows, horsemanship, spears.

Yang Zheng practiced with Zhang Te and Zhou Yu every day.

The two of them are also masters, and they teach each other, and all three of them have made progress.

Others are busy in the tuntian in the morning, training at noon, and resting at night.

Yang Zheng trains in the morning, fights at noon, and ponders by himself at night.

Almost every day, it's the first to wake up and the last to go to bed.

If you roll out of the battlefield knife mountain, you will naturally have more comprehension.

If you are completely immersed in something, you will not feel hard.

And feeling that he is strong day by day from the inside out, Yang Zheng feels full.

Soon Zhang Te and Zhou Yu will not be opponents.

There are even times when the two join forces to be able to resist Yang Zheng.

Occasionally, Chunniang will come to the barracks to visit Yang Zheng, even if it is a jingchai cloth skirt, it can't hide her appearance, but it has the gentleness of a small jasper.

Yang Zheng hinted at Chunniang several times that she could leave on her own.

But she was indifferent and waited silently.

At first, Yang Zheng just felt that she wanted to rely on herself, but after a long time, she gradually saw different emotions in her eyes.

It may not have been too much of a relationship between men and women, but it already has a bit of a sense of mutual affection.

Naturally, such days pass very quickly.

More than a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

The first autumn breeze swept across the land of Guanzhong, bringing the aroma of ripe ears of wheat.

Weinan is golden everywhere.

However, Ling Husheng did not return for a long time.

From martial arts to Chang'an, it is only a hundred miles, and half a month back and forth is enough.

Could it be that something happened on the road, or Cao Shuang couldn't stand his sycophancy?

With Ling Husheng's martial arts, there should be no accidents on the road.

But if something goes wrong in Chang'an, he won't come at him?

Although Cao Shuang is unkind, he is not a cruel person.

This world is really full of "surprises".

A few days later, it was harvest season in Guanzhong, and the envoy from Chang'an was late.

But there is still no shadow of Ling Husheng.

There is a letter from Cao Shuang, "...... Xingyun is loyal and brave, and he will not die in great trouble, and the general is deeply gratified, but martial arts is an important frontier, and non-wise and brave people are not enough to let it, and Xingyun should be worried about the country......"

A thousand words are sprinkled.

Yang Zheng looked at it over and over again, feeling that it was all nonsense, not to mention the reward, there was not even a grain of grain, only one hundred and seventy ring-headed knives.

What does that mean?

Send yourself a blade?

Let yourself die?

It's good to give yourself a name, you don't want to help the wind as a lieutenant, but a county lieutenant is fine......

As soon as I read this letter, I knew that it was Deng Yang's handwriting.

Yang Zheng held his evil breath in his heart, and he had to return the salute respectfully in front of the envoy, pretending to be grateful.

Finally, he gave the messenger three taels of silver, as is customary.

The envoy tossed the silver in his hand, his face was not satisfied, and his nostrils pointed to Yang Zheng and said: "General Yang, the general is still good to you, don't be ignorant!" ”

Yang Zheng almost sprayed a mouthful of old blood on his face.

Is this called good?

Both he and the original owner have sold their lives for him twice.

Yang Zheng took out two taels of silver in pain, and the envoy's scathing face improved slightly, "General Yang's intentions, the general knows." ”

"Please tell me where is the person who was sent to deliver the letter?"

"The messenger ......," the messenger shook his head, "I don't know." ”

Yang Zheng felt that the roots of his teeth were trembling, and the old blood rushed towards the Tianling cover one by one, eager to kill this guy on the spot.

may have felt Yang Zheng's murderous aura, or the anger in the eyes of the soldiers behind Yang Zheng, and waved his sleeves, "Since the letter has been delivered, so-and-so will leave." ”

As he walked, he muttered, "...... Thinking of this poor country, there is nothing to entertain. ”

Yang Zheng was angry at first, and then sighed, Cao Shuang was surrounded by such people, no wonder the boat capsized.

Of course, he can't be as knowledgeable as such a person.

If you want to get it, you should get Deng Yang's house.

Since the envoy didn't know, it means that nothing happened in Chang'an.

In other words, Ling Husheng delivered the letter, but the person disappeared.

If Deng Yang wanted to deal with him, wouldn't it be easier to use assassination or other means, just put him in prison according to a crime?

While thinking about it, someone came to report again, "General, Governor Xiahou has sent a thousand stone of grain!" ”

"Oh?" Yang Zheng couldn't help but be surprised.

Xiahou Xuan is really more reliable than Cao Shuang.

But in this way, it means that Ling Husheng must have visited Xiahou Xuan.

With Xiahou Xuan here, Deng Yang did not dare to move Linghu Sheng at will.

Yang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Maybe Linghu Sheng saw that he couldn't do it anymore and climbed another high branch?

Although they have not been together for a long time, only more than two months, they have long been a lifelong friendship with each other.

Ling Husheng wants to leave early, and he doesn't need to wait until now.

Yang Zheng was suddenly a little confused.

suddenly remembered that during the time they got along, Ling Husheng never mentioned his family background, and Yang Zheng didn't ask out of respect.

Everyone has secrets in them.

Maybe Ling Husheng has his own urgent things to do?