Murong Fu patted the table and said: "This king will give you 50,000 fine horses, of which 30,000 will be led by you Yao Xiong, and the other 20,000 will be led by Yao Gu and Wei Liangcheng respectively!" ”

"Where are Yao Gu and Wei Liangcheng?"

Murong Fu shouted.

"The last general!"

"The last general!"

Yao Gu and Wei Liangcheng walked out of the Yao family's army.

"Although the two of you each lead 10,000 elite horsemen, you need to obey the orders of Commander Yao with full authority to act, and you must not act without permission!"

Hearing Murong Fu's words, Yao Gushang was a little confused, but Wei Liangcheng had already responded.

Helpless, Yao Gu could only take his life first.

Yao Xiong was dissatisfied with Murong Fu's approach, and obviously assigned him 50,000 elite cavalry, but why did he have to divide the military power to restrain himself? 𝙢.𝙑𝙤🄳𝕋𝕎.🄲𝕆🄼

Isn't that a paradox?

Or is it that the other party intends to suppress it?

But if there is a calculating, then why let his younger brother lead 10,000 elite soldiers?

Do you have to deliberately drive a wedge between their brothers?

Thinking of this, Yao Xiong couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, feeling that Murong Fu's move was also a little vicious!

However, this time Yao Xiong misunderstood Murong Fu!

The reason why he wanted to distribute the 20,000 elite cavalry to Yao Gu and Wei Liangcheng was just to let Wei Liangcheng show his ability on the battlefield so that he could gain a firm foothold in the army as soon as possible.

As for Yao Gu's 10,000 elite horsemen, it was to divert Yao Xiong's attention, lest the two brothers join forces to target Wei Liangcheng, and even do something to kill his own general.

Don't look at the age of these two brothers, they are so good that they can't wear the same pants, but as long as they are separated, even if the relationship is good, with the intervention of outsiders, it will not be as stable as before.

Murong Fu's move was only to protect Wei Liangcheng, not to really divide them.

Such a trick can only scare these two veterans of the army for a while, and there is no way to last long.

After discussing with everyone about the changes in the military situation, everyone went their own way and left.

Yao Xiong rushed to the front line with Yao's army, and the Pingrong army rushed to various passes to defend the town in order to prevent the Liao army from infiltrating the position.

Murong Fu and Zhe Keshi stayed in the main camp and coordinated the response at any time.

"Lord Wang, the child has been literate and martial arts since he was a child, and he can reinvigorate the voice of the seventh family, can I ask the prince to give the child a chance to make meritorious contributions?"

After the Yao family left, Zhi Keshi came to recommend his son Zhi Yan to Murong Fu without any scruples.

Murong Fu remembered that in history, the name of the Zhe family general was not much weaker than that of the Yang general, and he saw that Zheyan had an extraordinary temperament, not only the fortitude of a martial artist, but also the restraint of a literary celebrity, both civil and military, and indeed a material that could be created.

"It's a pity to be so good in the army, so be it! Let him go to Liaodong to join the rebels, and bring me a letter with him, and someone will make proper arrangements at that time. ”

What the righteous army lacks most now is the generals who lead the troops to fight, such as Yue Laosan and Feng Bo Evil are both reckless men, strictly speaking, they can't reach the level of generals at all, and the only one who can be called a general is Han Baizhan.

Even if it is Zong Ze, he can only be a handsome talent, not a good general.

If he wants to lead the army to fight, he is not weaker than Han Baizhan, who is familiar with military books, but if he is allowed to go into battle to kill the enemy, it will inevitably be a little difficult!

Therefore, after seeing that Zheyan could be a good general, Murong Fu planned to pull him into his camp.

Zhi Keshi knew that joining the rebel army would mean that his son could become Murong Fu's confidant, so he was immediately excited, and hurriedly pulled him to kowtow to Murong Fu and bow down.

Murong Fu accepted a salute from the two, and then wrote a letter, asking Zhi Yan to wait for the righteous army to be handed over to Zong Ze, the commander of the righteous army.

For the sake of safety, Murong Fu also sent someone from the Shadow Building to escort him to Juxian Village.

In the step of transporting talents to Liaodong, Juxianzhuang can already be 100% safe, far more reassuring than him going alone!

Seeing that Murong Fu arranged it so thoughtfully, Zhi Keshi felt indescribable gratitude in his heart.

If the Murong family can really win the world in the future, it will definitely be a glorious event of their party and clan, and even with him, the family will rise and prosper for a hundred years.

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed, and a carriage had driven far away towards the barracks.

"Whoever is coming, stop and dismount quickly!"

The Song soldiers who were guarding the barracks couldn't help but be vigilant when they saw the carriage suddenly approaching.

The coachman who drove the horse did not seem panicked in the face of Song Bing's reprimand, but said to the people in the carriage behind him: "Girl, Song Ying has arrived!" ”

"There is labor!"

The delicate and innocent words spit out softly from the carriage, like fairy music, and the sound of the wind came, making people forget all their worries.

As a white and tender jade hand slowly lifted the curtain, I saw a beautiful woman in Tsing Yi with a gentle face walking down slowly.

A delicate melon seed face, the skin is brighter than snow, bright and beautiful, the face like a flower and jade has a joy from the bottom of the heart, and the corners of the mouth are full of smiles, which makes people feel happy and moved at first sight.

Those soldiers of the Song army guarding the barracks had never seen such a gentle Jiangnan man to the extreme, and twenty or thirty people were all stunned, staring at the fairy-like woman in Tsing Yi in front of them, for fear that in the blink of an eye, the other party would disappear.

Ah Bi took in everyone's demeanor, her pretty face couldn't help but blush slightly, her lips and teeth opened lightly, and her voice was extremely clear and sweet: "Dare to ask King Yan if he is in the army?" The little woman's name is Ah Bi, and she is a subordinate of the Yan Wangfu, but how many military brothers can report it? ”

As soon as they heard that it was the people from the Yan Palace, those Song army soldiers immediately lost their minds and didn't dare to look at it again.

One of them said, "The girl is here for a while, and I'll go and report it!" ”

If you want to come to such a military place, no one dares to pretend to be the person of King Yan, so the Song soldiers are not worried that they will make trouble.

Ah Bi waited patiently outside, the coachman was from the Murong family, and when he saw that the sun was in the sky, he hurriedly took out an umbrella and put it on her.

Seeing this, Abi also smiled back at him with some embarrassment.

The coachman was only in his twenties, and he was in the prime of his blood, and when he saw Ah Bi pursing his lips and smiling at himself, his face was blushing and his heart was beating, and his chest couldn't help but feel infinite satisfaction, as if even if he died for the other party at this moment, he was willing.

Fortunately, after a short time, Murong Fu, who learned of Abi's arrival, directly put down the important military affairs at hand and personally came to greet the other party outside the barracks.

When he saw the beautiful shadow bathed in the sun, Murong Fu's turbid heart seemed to be purified in an instant, and his eyes vaguely appeared when Abi accompanied him to row on Taihu Lake.

At that time, she was still an ignorant and young girl, but she didn't want to grow up in a blink of an eye.

After so many years, I have been running around for the revival of Dayan, why have I never thought of stopping and nostalgic for the warmth and beauty of the past?

It's just that "the present is not as good as the past, and the future is not the present", looking at the beauty in front of him, it seems that it is not too late now.