The text was cut off abruptly, apparently with something the guards gagged him.

Yang Ling thought that he would die, so he poked Han Zhao's sore spot without any scruples.

Shi Congyi secretly raised his eyes, and saw that Han Zhao's face seemed to have a layer of cold ice.

He didn't defend himself, just turned around and sat down, picked up the cold tea on the table, and took a few sips.

The atmosphere in the courtyard was stagnant, and everyone was silent. Everyone can see that the determination of Zhenbei Hou to kill people has been made, and no one can waver.

After a long time, another veteran coughed lightly and said to Han Zhao: "Master Hou, Vice General Yang made a serious mistake, but it didn't cause a big disaster, you ......"

When the anger of Zhenbei Hou calmed down, he tried to intercede again. But before he could finish speaking, a guard strode in, holding a tray in both hands.

On the plate, there is a hat and helmet in the end.

Yang Ling's helmet.

The veteran stopped abruptly, his face changing dramatically.

After all, Yang Ling was the general of Wei Ting, and Han Zhao's subordinates couldn't make a move to offer their heads, so they only replaced them with hats.

Everyone saw Yang Ling being taken down, but no one expected that Han Zhao would kill him when he said that he would kill him, and he acted vigorously and resolutely, without even giving him any leeway. They were still thinking about how to plead, Yang Ling had already been executed.

There was silence all around, and everyone had surprise in their eyes. I once heard that the Zhenbei Hou Zhijun was fierce and ruthless, and it was not a lie, and he had been very polite to them in the past few days.

The veteran swallowed before walking back.

The atmosphere was solemn, and no one dared to speak out.

Han Zhao stroked his forehead with his hand for a long time before he said in a deep voice: "Take Vice General Yang ...... Good life harvest. After the rebel thief is repulsed, he will be buried thickly. Speaking of this, he looked around, "Today's shocking changes, I hope that the public will take it as a warning." Within three days, reinforcements would arrive. At that time, it will be the time for you to raise your eyebrows!"

"Until then—" he slowly stood up and waved to the generals, "and ask all the princes to work together, and remember that it is your duty to defend the land!"

The generals replied yes.

This turmoil has passed.

......

The generals had already left, and Shi Congyi, who was still in place, still subconsciously lowered his voice: "Master Hou, I thought you would keep people under the knife." ”

"Keeping people?" Han Zhao's eyebrows had not yet opened, "The situation is so serious, where is there room for mercy? These people have their own calculations in their hearts, if we don't kill the chickens and monkeys and dispel their luck, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold out the arrival of reinforcements." ”

He sighed softly: "They are not the Zhenbei Army after all. ”

This is not Northern Xinjiang, and the Ting Army fighting here is not his Zhenbei Army, the composition is complex, there are people behind it, and it is not easy to manage. He received the order to rush here from the southeast front, leaving the Zhenbei army behind, only with Shi Congyi and other henchmen, although nominally the supreme commander of the central battlefield, but these generals are by no means as strong as the Zhenbei army, and a few even stand in the opposing factions in the royal court.

There are many crises inside and outside the city, and he took Yang Ling to make an example. In view of this, no matter who comes to intercede, Han Zhao will not sell this face.

Sure enough, Yang Ling's head fell to the ground, and he saw an awe-inspiring look in the eyes of the generals.

Han Zhao doesn't love to kill, but he understands that killing the right person at the right time is a good means to deter Liwei.

"The external trouble is too serious, and there can be no more internal worries at this time. Han Zhao paced back and forth a few steps, "Do you know that the city wall of the East Second Gate is only barely maintained now, and if it is impacted twice at most, it will collapse." ”

Qingling City is not a serious military fortress after all, and the temporary addition of fortifications cannot change the essence of a civilian city.

Its strength is limited and it cannot withstand more intense fire.

Shi Congyi's face changed color: "This, how is it good?" He really hadn't heard of it. However, with this kind of confidentiality, Hou Ye will definitely strictly control the number of people who know.

"If the rebels attack the city again, they must try to lure them to attack the west gate, so as to relieve the pressure on the east gate. Han Zhao thought for a while and said, "By the way, how can the more than 400 people brought back by Yang Ling be settled at this moment?"

Shi Congyi was slightly stunned: "Ah, they have all returned to the camp, healing the wounds, resting and resting." ”

"This team is all Yang Ling's henchmen, and they must be broken up and incorporated into other battalions to avoid chaos. ”

"Yes. Shi Congyi responded, and couldn't help but ask again, "Master Hou, where has our army gone?" It's not my own family, it's really awkward to use, and it's useless!"

"Shhhh

Shi Congyi pouted. The combat strength of the central court army is indeed too poor, if this is guarded by the Zhenbei army, how can Qingling City not fall into the current situation, and they don't have to sit in the city.

"Our army is almost there. One sentence made Shi Congyi smile, but Han Zhao then said, "But the Brown Army has laid down heavy troops outside the city, and this time it is determined to win Qingling City." Mao Dingsheng also wants to kill me Liwei, he has a lot of talents, and he is not as withered as Wei Ting. Even if the Zhenbei army arrived, it would not be easy to defeat him. ”

The smile on Shi Congyi's face faded: "That's right, even if we can defeat him, it is estimated that it will be a miserable victory." "He is also the general who leads the army, and at a glance he can see that the Brown Army is much stronger than he had previously estimated. Qingling City is another stalemate, he regards his Zhenbei Army as a savior, but after the arrival of the army, can he really solve the current crisis?

He muttered in a low voice: "We and the Brown Army will be defeated and wounded, and we will definitely fulfill the king's wish!"

Han Zhao slapped him on the back of the head: "Hugh is talking nonsense!"

Shi Congyi was angry: "I just think that Master Hou is too difficult." There is a victory in the front, and there is a king in the back!"

The Brown Army was bent on defeating Han Zhao to boost morale, and the Monarch of the Kingdom of Wei transferred his Marquis to fight again, wasn't it just to weaken the Zhenbei Army?

In Han Zhao's position, what should he do?

Han Zhao shook his head: "In any case, let's get through the current difficulties in Qingling City first." To win this battle, we must try to kill as few people as possible. "The Zhenbei Army is his confidence and foundation, and of course he feels sorry for every bit of combat power. "Fortunately, I haven't lost contact with the Zhenbei Army. ”

After that, he whispered a few more words, and Shi Congyi left quickly.

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The next evening, Shichao Village.

This is the fourth village that Yan Saburo has found. He rented a small courtyard and jumped on the roof to blow the whistle for a long time, and then wrote a pair of Spring Festival couplets and pasted them on the door of the small courtyard.

Not far from here is the front line of the battle between the two armies, and the villagers are very nervous and extremely wary of outsiders. However, Yan Saburo opened the way with gold and silver, and it was easy to borrow a small courtyard to live for a few hours.

The old Spring Festival couplets on the door have long been missing, and only two pieces of red paper are sticking to them and swaying in the wind, just in time to replace them with this pen and ink heartily.

The slanting sun is quiet, and the heat of the day is no longer great. The white cat lay on the door wall and watched him change the Spring Festival couplets, which was just interesting.