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The war in the northwest is not yet clear, the raid of Zhongjing Road is in full swing, under the mottled bloodstained city wall, groups of people and horses go in and out to pacify the people, the broken Jurchen flag on the wall is set on fire and thrown down, and it is replaced with the dragon flag of the Wu Dynasty, a large number of Jurchen people and nobles in the city are driven together, and some people reprimand loudly in Jurchen language on the earthen platform that has been built, and the indignant figure points to the direction of Beijing in the north to incite emotions among them.

Twenty miles around Zezhou, the soldiers of the Wurui Army moved around, capturing the defeated soldiers who fled after the war, and confining them one by one, in addition to the local gentry who were not too friendly to the Wu Dynasty army, they were knocked open the door of the compound and received special treatment. The granaries of the government were carried in and out by soldiers carrying carts in and out of the barracks, and those who stood in the way were warned or killed on the ground.

Birds swept across the sky, the clouds were hazy as if it was going to rain, a team of Wurui army cavalry galloped over from the official road, not far from the direction is the military camp with the flag high, at noon, Wang Gui came back from outside the camp, let the soldiers wipe the blood stains on the armor, and soon someone outside came in to find him, it was Zhang Xian, who was second only to Yue Fei in the army.

"Sit down. Wang Gui lowered his arms, waved his hand to let the soldiers go down, took the rag and wiped it on his hand armor, and sat down as he spoke.

Zhang Xian, who was sitting on the stool, looked at the blood stains on his body that had not yet been wiped off, squinted his eyes, and said, "Naturally, something is wrong." ”

Hearing the other party's unkind tone, Wang Gui was stunned for a moment, and then he thought of something, threw the rag on the table, pressed his elbows to his knees, and smiled on his face: "It's all old brothers, just say it if you have anything to say, you are not the kind of person who can hide your words." ”

"I'll just ask you, where are the Jurchen soldiers who came to take refuge a few days ago?" and ......" Zhang Xian said this, took a deep breath, and lowered his voice: "And Pengju doesn't seem to know about this, you have always been in charge of the affairs of the camp, but don't do anything bad about the Northern Expedition." ”

In the small side tent, there was silence for a moment, Wang Gui seemed to shake his head funny, took the rag again and continued to wipe the blood stains on his body, and the voice of the voice also came: "You, it's rare that you didn't pour out all the words in your rectum this time, Pengju really didn't know about it, I killed all the Jurchen soldiers who surrendered the day before yesterday and even yesterday, and the corpses are all in the forest of that sacred mountain, you can go over and take a look when you have time." ”

Looking at the slaughter of thousands of Jurchens and maintaining a calm and breezy expression, Zhang Xian rubbed his eyes in disbelief, this was not the cautious and subtle Wang Gui he knew.

"Really killed?"

"It's a real kill!"

Wang Gui stopped his movements, was slightly silent, and raised his head: "I have to kill, although those Jurchens have taken refuge, they have to meet Yan Zongwang in person, this is where the trouble lies." If he defects on the battlefield, he can take a look from afar, and find someone who looks similar, but if he has to meet him, he will be able to help him? Moreover, with Pengju's temperament, he will not be able to attack the defenseless people, but those people cannot but deal with them, otherwise there will be a mutiny, and the only way to do so is to kill. ”

The words paused, he stood up and walked to the tent, a ray of light in the gloomy sky clouds slanted down, "Lao Zhang, don't forget, who gave the right to Pengju, that Admiral can let him go from a small colonel to his current position, and others can also let us fight back to our original form with a word, you... Would you like to go back?

Without waiting for the latter to reply, he turned to look over, and his voice grew louder.

"But I don't want to, Pengju, you let him go into battle to kill the enemy, and he doesn't frown, but let him cling to others is more uncomfortable than killing him, so this kind of thing is only for me to do, kill some people to reassure the people of Dongchang, don't say it, let Pengju be a pure general with peace of mind." ”

After Wang Gui said these words, Zhang Xian pursed his lips and his eyes were a little complicated, he knew Yue Fei in a little way, and he almost didn't say anything, but at this moment he also became a little hesitant.

“... Well, I won't tell him, I just hope you're really good for him. After a long time, he finally said the words that he had held back in his heart, and walked out of the tent with his hands in hand.

Wang Gui looked at the tent without personnel, and just chuckled, but soon, the curtain was lifted, and someone walked in, and he hurriedly stepped forward and bowed: "The last general has seen Gonggong Feng." ”

The figure in the palace robe walked slowly through the tent with his hands behind his back, poured a cup of tea and sat in the first place, flipped through the documents on the table casually, squinted at it, and said with a smile: "General Wang, what you said just now, our family listened to it word for word." ”

"This..."The figure of the arched hand turned pale, and suddenly bowed down: "Please rest assured father-in-law, Wang Gui just said that for the sake of calming Zhang Xian's heart, and the last general will naturally look forward to the father-in-law." ”

Feng Bao shook his fingers, his gaze became cold and harsh, and his fingertips immediately tapped on the table: "It's the Overseer." ”

"Yes, yes, the last will be the head of the overseer. ”

Seeing his sincere and frightened look, the eunuch with one white eye laughed and nodded in approval: "The overseer can promote Yue Fei to the lord of the first army, and you Wang Gui can naturally do it, so will our family congratulate you in advance, get up, General Wang." ”

"Yes. ”

Wang Gui replied in a low voice, got up slowly, and looked at the ground with low eyebrows. In the lowered sight, a pair of Dengbao boots approached, and a hoarse voice said in his ear: "Don't be careful, Dongchang has people in every army, just in case, as long as the master does not have the heart of rebellion, he will be able to be safe, Yue Fei is no exception, it's just that it's inconvenient to say it clearly." ”

Immediately, taking a staggered step, Feng Bao patted him on the shoulder and walked out of the tent with his hands behind his back.

"General Wang's hard work, after the Northern Expedition is over, you can become an independent army. ”

The figure of Gongli arched his hand, the footsteps were far away, but his arm was not put down for a long time, Wang Gui closed his eyes and sighed slightly, took a step, and the heart of the brother in the past was no longer there.

The gloomy day finally began to rain, and the misty water vapor was diffusing in the foothills of the mountains with zero yellow leaves, and a group of warrior soldiers walked to the forest with a group of noisy Jurchens.

"The southerners are just stingy, let my marshal nest here..."

"I heard that the second prince has had a very good life in the Wu Dynasty in the past few years, but I don't know if there is still the heroism of the year. ”

"You'll know when you meet first. ”

......

In the team, the Jurchen language would occasionally come out to talk to the people next to him, and his eyes kept sweeping around, and he could faintly see the figure walking around in the forest, so he was a little vigilant, and his hand couldn't help but stretch out to his waist, until he saw the figure walking with a burden, and the dirt with the smell of mud fell to the ground, and the vigilant hand was released.

"Building fortifications?" someone wondered.

As the line of sight extended and became wider, the more than 100 Jurchens came into view of a huge earthen pit, in which were the corpses of the slain Jurchen soldiers discarded in a haphazard manner, washed by the thin autumn rain, and the smell of rancid air rushed up with the cold and humid air.

"The southerners are cheating!!"

Many of the Jurchen soldiers who came down only felt their scalps tingle, and the moment they turned to draw their swords, in the forest a few feet behind them, rows of Wu Dynasty soldiers with large shields surrounded them, and the curved shield wall surrounded them, pushing them into the dirt pit four or five zhang deep, and these people struggled to climb up from the muddy pit despite the rotten white bones beside them.

However, they were greeted by bows and crossbows that poked down from above, and arrows rained down.

.....Puff puff......

Under the gloomy and rainy day, one figure after another fell in the pit, and some of the arrows that were not dead pulled out and stuck in their bodies writhed in the muddy water, mixed with vulgar scolding and painful screams.

Our gaze rose from here to the sky, and turned to the other end of the sacred mountain in Zezhou, the overseer camp had been erected, and a large number of Dongchang fans were busy setting up camp, Bai Ning, who was walking in this autumn rain, looked at the information in his hand, and his expression became cold.

"Ben Governor asked you to drag Lou Mur, but you... Hit crazy. ”

Bai Ning turned around and threw the information to the attendants in the rear, "Take it to Yue Fei, it's stuck over there, let him see the situation." ”

At this time, on the field north of Zezhou, the most elite soldiers and horses belonging to the Jurchens also advanced over, and the winding army line and the banners standing in the rain extended to the end beyond their sight.

A truly dignified war of aggression.

The trumpet blows.

PS: Limited to avoid a little injury.