Fuzhou City at night, the lights are colorful, and the songs and laughter can be heard everywhere, which is a peaceful and joyful scene.

It is not so much a celebration of the victory, but a vent of the panic and depression accumulated in these days, so there is this festival-like hustle and bustle.

In the barracks of the Left Wing Army in the southwest of the city, the soldiers were scattered in the barracks, and they looked very tired.

The bustle wafting outside the camp sounded to them very noisy and irritating.

"What's there to celebrate, isn't it just a few thieves, if we want to go, we will take it a long time ago......

"Good things can't be done in our turn, but we practice every day, and we have to be tired and tired to patrol the city and guard the gate, when did our left-wing army suffer this kind of crime."

"Now that military discipline is so strict, where is the life of a person, since King Yan came to Fuzhou, Lao Tzu has never smelled of wine......

"Youxiu, locked up in the camp all day, I haven't vented the fire for many days, and Lao Tzu's big gun is going to rust."

"What if you leave the camp, do you have that spare money now?"

As the most effective left-wing army in Fujian, in fact, it has long been decayed and reduced to a group of ruffians, and its military discipline is lax and negligent in training.

Because they are the main force in maintaining local law and order, there are many ways to get money, and the small life is a happy life.

Even after the chaos broke out, they did not change much, until Zhao Mengqi arrived in Fuzhou and began to rectify military discipline, and also required to maintain an hour of practice every day, so that they could complain.

Now that the army is on the march, the forbidden army stationed in the city has also been transferred to be a logistics force, and the matter of city defense naturally falls on their heads.

These days of bitterness and tiredness and lack of freedom are worlds different from before, and they are naturally full of resentment and complaints.

But normally, they can only complain, after all, the will from the top is not something they can resist, unless someone deliberately instigates the organization......

The Zhongjun Festival Hall should have been solemn, but at this time, a banquet was set up, and more than 30 officers and assistants of the whole army were all present, including the commander Nie Zhengsheng, and Chen Long, the commander of the army.

The reason for the banquet was because the commander made Yang Ji celebrate his 40th birthday today, and he was at the beginning of a great victory.

If it was in the past, it would naturally be done in a big way, but now everyone is not allowed to leave their posts without permission, so a group of officials proposed to celebrate a little in the camp.

Yang Ji is a super veteran of the Left Wing Army, starting from his great-grandfather, four generations have been mixed in this army, and he himself has been in the army for almost 20 years, and he has been a commander for ten years.

Originally, he should have been promoted to commander, but after Chen Wei retired and returned to Fuzhou six years ago, he brought his close confidant Nie Zhengsheng as commander.

And if Yang Ji wants to be promoted, he can only choose to be transferred elsewhere, but his family has been settled in Fuzhou for fifty or sixty years, and of course he doesn't want to go anywhere else, so he has to be one of the two battalion commanders all the time.

On the surface, Yang Ji didn't seem to care, but in fact, he hated Nie Zhengsheng who had robbed him of his position, and even the Chen family.

The left-wing army has been passed down from generation to generation, and the internal relations have long been intertwined, and it is actually difficult for Nie Zhengsheng to really control it as an outsider, but he just uses Chen Wei's momentum to suppress it, and the most influential person is Yang Ji.

Since it is difficult to disobey the will of the people, Yang Ji's face must also be given, so Nie Zhengsheng also agreed.

It's just that when Nie Zhengsheng saw that there were many wine jars on the table, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

"In these extraordinary times, wine should not be drunk, but since it is a birthday banquet, let's make an exception today, and a certain proposal is limited to three cups per person, what does Commander Yang think?"

Yang Ji was noncommittal, but just raised the wine cup, "The last general is grateful for the grace of the commander, so that everyone can have the joy of gathering together today, this first cup, the last general will respect the commander first......

"No, no, no, today Commander Yang is the birthday star, according to folk tradition, the birthday star is the largest, it should be a certain respect to you, come, everyone congratulate Commander Yang on his birthday, I wish Commander Yang every year today, every year has today, the years have today, the blessing is full of longevity, and the drink wins!"

Nie Zhengsheng smiled and led the generals to finish a cup before putting down the wine cup, and Yang Ji poured it for him

Full.

"Then this second cup, it is time for the last general to return to the commander, the commander has a good character, and has always been admired by the brothers, we are all coarse, and I can't express it, the words are in the wine, please drink it full."

"You don't have to drink it so fast." Nie Zhengsheng was stunned, and saw that all the generals had raised their wines, so they had no choice but to hold it up, "Then thank you for everyone's love and victory."

After drinking, Yang Ji raised the wine to Chen Long again, "This third cup, naturally it is time to respect Chen Tuiguan, you are a well-educated scribe, but you have to mess with vulgar people like me all day long, what is it, the pearl is covered with dust......

Chen Long faintly felt that something was wrong, but he still picked up the wine cup, "Commander Yang said with a smile, Chen Mouwen is not a martial artist, and he should not be a pearl, since we are all colleagues now, we should work together in the future, and we should share the blessings when there are difficulties."

With polite words, everyone drank the third cup, and the atmosphere suddenly fell silent, and the officers below all focused their eyes on Yang Ji.

"Hehe, it seems that the brothers are not having fun." The smile on Yang Ji's face seemed to be nothing, and he spread his hands and said, "Actually, I haven't had a good time, but the commander has an order, and we don't seem to be able to disobey it."

Nie Zhengsheng smiled and raised his hand, "The coming day is long, after this period of time, I will invite the brothers to have a good drink, and now I will eat more vegetables."

At this time, Yang Jizheng slowly filled himself with another glass of wine and slowly stood up.

Nie Zhengsheng's face was slightly gloomy, "Commander Yang is this?"

Yang Ji took a step back, slowly poured the wine on the ground, and drew an arc, "This cup, I still have to pay tribute to Nie Commander You, but I have to trouble you to go down and drink."

Nie Zhengsheng was startled, and wanted to stand up, but found that his legs did not obey the call, and his hands began to go numb, and Chen Long also found that he couldn't exert his strength.

The two shouted in unison, "Yang Ji, what do you want to do!?"

Yang Jisen smiled, "What are you doing?"

Then he slammed the wine cup in his hand to the ground, "Congratulations to the two of you on your way!"

Then he reached out and pulled out a long knife from under the table, and quickly slashed at Nie Zhengsheng's neck.

The blood fountain splattered, and the head fell on the table, and the horror of death could be faintly seen in the tumbling.

At the same time, the other officers also drew their swords from under the table and pounced on Nie Chen's personal guards, while someone outside the hall also killed Nie Chen's cronies around them.

The sound of killing suddenly started, but it quickly stopped, and in the case of being prepared to attack and defenseless, the more than 30 cronies of Nie Chen and the others were all in different places.

Chen Long came back to his senses in a trance for a long time, and was filled with anger, "You guys! Are you going to rebel!?"

"Hehe, you guessed it." Yang Ji slowly raised his knife, his eyes aimed at Chen Long's throat.

He was about to swing down, but he heard a shout, "Wait."

Li Zhi stepped in from outside the door, "Don't kill him yet, maybe we have to make a deal with Chen Wei afterwards, and keeping him is also a bargaining chip."

Yang Ji thought about it and understood.

The influence of the Chen family in Fuzhou is too great, and if it is really completely offended, there will be endless troubles, and let Chen Wei clean up the mess afterwards, and the court can deal with it more easily.

"Someone, tie him up first, find a place to lock him up...... Okay, this wine, let's drink it again when it's done, and now go and gather your subordinates, and be careful not to make too much noise."

Not long after, nearly 600 soldiers in the battalion gathered on the school grounds, silently looking at Nie Zhengsheng's head hanging from the barrel of a gun.

Then, under the leadership of their respective commanders, they lined up and slashed Nie Zhengsheng's headless corpse with the blades in their hands, which meant to surrender.

Then after sending people to investigate the surroundings and confirm that no one had noticed anything unusual in the camp, Yang Ji waited on the school field with all the officers and soldiers.

And all the prepared wine and meat were sent down, so that the soldiers were full and slightly drunk.

Time slowly faded, the bustle of Fuzhou City gradually faded, more and more quiet, the lights gradually became scarce, and the starlight became brilliant.

When it was about to be ugly, Yang Ji, who had closed his eyes and recuperated, opened his eyes and said fiercely, "Action!"

Immediately, a hundred people came out

camp, go to Yingxian Gate and Heshamen.

Originally, at night, there were more than ten or twenty people on duty at each outer city gate, and they were going to strengthen them to prevent the soldiers and horses of the large battalion outside the city from rushing into the city.

Although after many deployments, King Yan has more than 1,000 soldiers and horses in the camp outside the city, but he still needs to be guarded.

At this time, in the darkness in front of the Tobu Gate, five hundred outlaws had quietly gathered, and the tyrannical murderous aura emitted made the toads in the moat dare not scream.

These people have been hiding in the farm at the foot of Jinji Mountain for half a month, and finally they are waiting for the time to use force.

The gates of the city opened as promised, and the tooth-sour sound pierced the night sky, startling the nearby residents to sleep, and when they thought it was dawn, the footsteps of the brigade frightened them back into their nests, panicked.

On the other side, the remaining 500 people in the barracks of the left wing also walked out of the camp gate in full gear at this time, and marched along the street towards the Hujie Gate of Zicheng.

At this time, the streets were very empty, but they were not completely empty, such as some drunks and the like, but if they met the Left Wing Army, they would have to be real ghosts.

The two teams rushed to the Tiger Festival Gate in unison, the closer they got and the faster they ran, not caring at all about alarming anyone.

They knew that King Yan was only surrounded by two hundred guards at this time, and even if they found out that danger was coming, it would be useless.

Basically, at the same time, the two teams of people gathered under the Tiger Festival Gate, and Zhou Lian, Zheng Taiqing and other officials with a group of henchmen, from the transfer department in the east of Zicheng, drove the ox cart to come, and the ox cart pulled a thick beam and pillar to act as a crash wood and knock open the city gate.

But what is surprising is that under such a big movement, the tower of the Tiger Festival Gate is still quiet, only the dozen or so dead wind lamps sway slightly in the wind.

A group of people looked at this strange scene and were stunned, "This ......"

"Are the people on duty scared away?"

"Ha, I knew that those people from Lin'an were all like goods."

Yang Ji frowned, and sent a team of men and horses to approach the city gate, but there was still no reaction from the city head.

The group rushed straight to the city gate and tried to push, "Loose! There is no lock! Let's push it away!"

Seeing this scene, all the officials and generals were dumbfounded, and looked around, as if there were countless evil ghosts hidden in the darkness around them.

Yang Ji also lost his square inch and looked at Zhou Lian, "Cao Jie, how should this be?"

"What else?" Zhou Lian clenched his fists hard and said fiercely, "How can there be a turning back arrow when you open the bow, how can you scare us with an empty city plan, and give this official an attack, the first meritorious person will be rewarded with ten thousand dollars!"

Immediately, Yang Ji immediately ordered to send two hundred people to patrol the city walls on both sides of the sub-city, although the only exit from the sub-city was the Tiger Festival Gate, but also to prevent the target from escaping over the wall.

Then the rest of the people swarmed into the Tiger Festival Gate.