novelThe Overbearing General's Pretty Warlord (20)
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A bald, thin horse runs across the wilderness, surmounted by a thin man clad in pieces of sackcloth, his corset swaying back and forth, staggering against the dried, shrivelled belly of the horse.
To anyone who looks at it, it looks like a traveller eager to return home.
He walked around into a wood and quickly showed his token to a hidden sentry in a tree, then rolled off his horse and ran into the woods.
Only the outer ring of trees remained in the forest, the inner part had been cut down to create a clearing for the army to rest.
The paper-thin man turned into the middle of the main camp and bowed down, "General, I am back."
Wu Yichun, in the upper seat, eagerly closes the map of Fusui in his hand, "How?"
"General, the letter is true, there are indeed Han Chinese troops guarding the river. Not only have they thrown sacks to break the flow, they have also dug two ditches to divert the water into the depression."
Wu Yichun laughed and cursed: "Damn it, he's really determined to kill Juchen's thirst in Fusui."
His two lieutenants both laughed, but only one frowned and said, "General, are we really not going to send help at once?"
Wu Yichun took a sip of tea and said slowly, "What are you afraid of? A day or two of thirst won't kill anyone."
Another adjutant said, "No? That Juchen has been putting up a stink in front of our general for a while now, because of his relationship with the king's favourite concubine, and this time, he's been a great favour to us."
The man still had some objections: "General, this time we are delivering grain to Weiling City, but now it has been postponed. Huen Wang of Weiling is not an easy man to deal with, if he complains to the king ......"
"A complaint? What's he suing for, suing a meritorious minister who just saved Fusui from a crisis?"
When Wu Yichun spoke, the deputy general who had spoken for Wu Yichun was busy patting himself on the back: "The General is a minister of the Southern Border, and not one of Xuan Wang's servants, so he can call him what he likes? Is the safety of a city less important than the food and provisions that arrive a few days late?"
The cadet was not condescending: "General, my subordinates still think that the troops should be divided into two ways, one to send food, the other to relieve the danger, each without delay ......"
The adjutant general frowned: "Why do you have to talk so much for a senator? Do you want to make a decision for the General? What if the troops are split up, what if the provisions are plundered? What if there are not enough men to support Fusui and they lose a lot of money? Can you be held responsible?"
He went out to check on the state of the soldiers' camp and told them to eat only dry food and not to build a fire, so as not to alert the snakes. f𝗿𝘦e𝒘e𝚋𝘯o𝘃𝙚l - 🅽🅽novel
Wu Yichun continues to drink his tea, but with a look of uncontrollable joy in his eyes.
The main tent was a little lighter with one less person singing the opposite tune.
The deputy general, who loved to pat his horse, said eagerly, "General Wu, when are we going to leave? Yecheng is just 200 miles away from Fusui, and when we arrive in five days, if Fusui does not set off a letter bomb announcing safety, won't we let Yecheng take advantage of us for nothing?"
"Didn't I tell you, a 'couple' of days of thirst won't kill anyone." Wu Yichun smiled and said, "Let's say the night after tomorrow."
The day after, for Wu Yichun, is just around the corner.
He didn't bother to think about what it would be like for Juchen's army, which had been cut off from water and was languishing in Fusui waiting for help.
As soon as night fell on the day after, he reorganised his army and took only a few horses with him for encirclement and pursuit, so as not to make too much noise and fail to be a competent yellow bird.
Wu Yichun had his own reasons for taking 5, 000 people with him.
He had no intention whatsoever of letting his soldiers die fighting.
To put it bluntly, bringing 5, 000 men was put on display, both for Juchen and for the northern army to see.
He wanted to give Juchen a chance to fight his way out of the city and break up the northern army line, which would also make it easier for him to bring his own troops into the line and capture Yan Yuanheng.
If Yan Yuanheng is captured, he will be assured of glory and wealth for the rest of his life.
The object of his ambition is indeed at this moment in a forward position three miles outside Fusui City.
Yan Yuanheng swallows his nest of noodles, the crumbs falling from his mouth without a frown, only staring in the direction of Fusui.
Shi Tingyun at his side handed him water and he took a sip, only to blush as an afterthought when Shi Tingyun wiped the spout and drank from the same jug.
An inexplicable emotion rose in him as he remembered the jug of wine that he had hidden away, "Do you often share a jug of water with others like that."
Shi Tingyun swallowed his water, "Yeah."
Yan Yuanheng said seriously, "This is not good. Not in the future."
Shi Tingyun joked, "Yes, my thirteenth prince."
Yan Yuanheng turns his face away, a little pleased.
When he refocused his gaze on the city of Fusui, his expression returned to gloom.
He said, "This battle should not have been fought. I came to the border city, indeed, to make a tour on behalf of the king, but I don't have to fight a battle that has to be won for me ......"
Shi Tingyun laughed, propping one elbow on his knee: "Not for you."
Yan Yuanheng was not embarrassed and gave a "Well", "That's ......"
Shi Tingyun lifted his water bladder and smiled frankly at Yan Yuanheng, "For my country. And, my king."
Yan Yuanheng understood the meaning of his words and was startled, quickly lowering his voice: "Insolence! Can you drink water and get drunk? How can you say that?"
Shi Tingyun narrowed his eyes at him, "Will you tell?"
Yan Yuanheng chokes: "I ......"
Shi Tingyun looked at him with unblinking eyes, "Thank you, Thirteenth Prince."
Yan Yuanheng turned his face away and changed the subject stiffly: "...... is too risky. What if someone comes to our aid, what if the people in the city plan to kill them with a fish? I read that the art of war says, "Don't force the poor enemy, they will do anything if they are pushed."
Shi Tingyun said, "The Thirteenth Prince is right. It's just one sentence that's wrong on three points."
Yan Yuanheng: "......" He was all ears.
"First of all, they are not poor invaders." Shi Tingyun said, "We have cut off the water flow, but they still have wells and drains in the city, and with the underground water, they can survive for five days, although they are tight."
Yan Yuanheng: "Five days?"
Shi Tingyun: "In our city, letters are released every three days to inform each other of the peace. On the southern side, it was five days. Fusui had no beacon, so once the letter bombs were out of action, they had to wait for the neighbouring cities to notice something was wrong and come to their aid after five days. They knew that reinforcements would arrive in six days at the most. How can an army that still has hope talk about being a 'poor enemy'?"
Yan Yuanheng thought, "No wonder Fusui had only tried to send letters out by pigeon for a few days, and after being shot a few times, he simply stopped releasing pigeons.
"Secondly, they won't kill the fish and break the net. For if they rush out in haste, the fish will die, but the net will not break."
"Like a many-legged centipede, if each section of the centipede has its own mind, they can quarrel over whether to go east or west. As I have said, they have both reasons for going to war and reasons for avoiding it, so there must be two factions in the city, one for war and one for peace, and they are fighting to the death. Such disputes alone are a headache for their generals, and the lack of water in the city will cause public discontent. If more water is given to the army, the people will be discontented; if the army does not have access to water, they will also be restless. In such a situation, where they are at each other's throats and in constant turmoil, as long as their chief officers are not pigs, they will choose to hunker down inside the city to appease the people."
Yan Yuanheng listened intently: "Yes."
Shi Tingyun, when he talks about the military, never quotes difficult-to-read famous writers to support his opinions. The military books were his initiation books, just as no scholar would show off his erudition by reciting the Three Character Classic.
He spoke plain metaphors that even the little people who love to listen to books could understand, just as before.
In Wangcheng, he always felt that Shi Tingyun was not in keeping with his manners.
It is only now that Yan Yuanheng realises that such a Shi Tingyun is a perfect match for the starry skies, strong winds and fast horses of the frontier.
But he waited for half a day, but not for Shi Tingyun's next Wen.
Yan Yuanheng couldn't resist asking, "And then what?"
Shi Tingyun: "What then?"
Yan Yuanheng: "You said just now that I was wrong in three places."
Shi Tingyun: "Ah, I'll just round it up. Thought three sounded more imposing."
Yan Yuanheng: "......"
Shi Tingyun smiled, his high ponytail caught in the night breeze and brushed along his cheeks, a few strands flying against his lips, which had only just been moistened with water, and his hair stained the edges of his lips.
Without thinking, Yan Yuanheng lifted his hand and helped him pin his hair behind his ear.
Shi Tingyun paused and looked at his hands in mild surprise.
Yan Yuanheng's hand still rests behind his ear, his fingertips on fire from the strands of hair.
...... is not correct.
This is not right.
Yan Yuanheng quickly restrained herself, but could not restrain her heart, which was beating faster and faster.
He withdrew his hand and grabbed the water bottle Shi Tingyun had placed on the ground.
He had to grab something to detain his hand.
Yan Yuanheng whispered:" Su Chang."
Shi Tingyun raised an eyebrow, "Hmm?"
Yan Yuanheng: "...... Stop the clouds."
Shi Tingyun nods his head.
Yan Yuanheng:" Shi Tingyun."
Shi Tingyun was about to laugh: "Thirteenth prince, you called me three names, what do you want to say?"
Yan Yuanheng whispered, "...... you say something."
Shi Tingyun: "Say what?"
Yan Yuanheng was not sure what he wanted Shi Tingyun to say. He just felt that if Shi Tingyun didn't say something, he would be unable to resist saying something.
Shi Tingyun saw Yan Yuanheng's face was not right and said, "You-"
Yan Yuanheng spoke at the same time, "You-"
As the two "yous" merged into one, Chu Ziling and Li Yeshu arrived in a hurry, interrupting them straight away: "Young General!"
"The Thirteenth Prince!"
Yan Yuanheng: "......"
His clenched fists unclenched and he breathed a slight sigh of relief, but a sense of loss followed, and for a moment he could not say what he felt in his heart.
After a few moments, however, he had no more thoughts whatsoever.
Li Yeshu, who had never seen such a huge battle, turned pale: "The scouts ...... reported that a large number of Southern Border troops suddenly appeared around Fusui-"
Seemingly in response to him, shouts of murder rose up in a circular pattern, silently forming a ring around the outskirts of Fusui City, like the howling of a pack of wolves waiting in the wings, ready to attack, making one's skin tingle.
...... A good 3D surround sound.
Yan Yuanheng rose to his feet with a sudden change of expression, "...... Southern Border troops?"
"We have Fusui surrounded like a barrel, how did this news get out?" Chu Ziling said urgently, "Young General, listening to this sound there are at least three to four thousand men! Plus the two thousand troops inside Fusui ...... Young General, take the Thirteenth Prince and go, Ziling will be there to protect you from the siege!"
Shi Tingyun took two steps forward, listened sideways for a moment and said, "How did you hear that?"
Chu Ziling and Li Yeshu were both stunned, "Huh?"
Shi Tingyun said, "What 3, 000 or 4, 000? There are at least 5, 000 people surrounding us."
And the gates of Fusui City, which had been closed tightly for days, gradually fell with a muffled creaking sound.
The 2, 000 soldiers inside the city, who had been waiting for their turn to fight, heard the trumpets of the battle, and showed their armour and silver spears, which they had been polishing for days, ready to sweep away the anger they had been holding for days, and to join forces from within and without to kill the 3, 000 northern troops surrounding the city.
In the midst of the sound of the killing, Yan Yuanheng looks at Shi Tingyun's back, and a light gradually dawns in his eyes.
Is ......
Shi Tingyun turned his head around and smiled, "...... its three. Yuan Heng, I'm waiting for 'someone to come to my aid'."
He drew a letter bullet from his belt, ignited it, and let it go into the sky.
The pungent scent of pine filled the sky with the scattering of white stars, illuminating Li Yeshu's slightly dazed eyes and Chu Ziling's momentarily pale face.
In the next instant, the deafening shouts of the Southern Border Army rose to the sky, hanging in the sky and resounding in the clouds, silencing the shouts of the 5, 000 troops who were bluffing about transporting grain with only the echo of the layers.
From the sound of their voices, the number was as large as 8, 000!
Li Yeshu came back to his senses, surprised and delighted: "Why are there so many Northern troops around Wangcheng?"
Shi Tingyun laughs, "They waited four days, we waited four days too."
"This time the sample failed." Shi Tingyun turned around and stroked Li Yeshu's hair, "Am I the one who is so pleased with myself? If you don't know your master well, you get a ten point deduction; if you don't detect my intention to besiege the city, you get a twenty point deduction; if you've been worrying for days, even the taste of your tea is wrong, so that I don't have the pleasure of my mouth, you get another twenty point deduction."
Li Yeshu, blushing with shame and delight, turned to fetch Shi Tingyun's silver spear and bow and arrows.
Seeing Chu Ziling still dazed, Shi Tingyun ignored him and, with a whistle, his white horse came galloping up.
Shi Tingyun leapt onto his horse and adjusted the reins. Li Yeshu came galloping up and threw his silver spear and arrow box in the air: "My lord!"
Shi Tingyun caught it with both hands, the arrow box on his back and the silver spear in his right hand, and said, " Chu Ziling, divide 500 soldiers to help my father break the outer circle. Li Yeshu, stay in the camp and take care of the Thirteenth Prince!"
At these words, he lowered his head and fixed his gaze like a star on Yan Yuanheng.
"A small city in Fusui is not a good match for the Thirteenth Prince." Shi Tingyun said in a loud voice, amidst the majestic sounds of killing, "Five thousand people will be sent, which is barely enough. The thirteenth prince, I will return and bring Fusui to you later."
Chu Ziling's face was ashen.
How can ......?
He thought that Shi Jinghong and Shi Tingyun's sudden offer to fight in Fusui was just to show Yan Yuanheng that they would win a battle.
Who would have thought that the Duke would be heading for the army coming to his rescue?
Chu Ziling had envisioned that the only southern border army that could be quickly mobilized near Fusui was the Wu Yichun unit that delivered the grain, and that they could play the role of the yellow bird in the back unnoticed, and even kill Yan Yuanheng, thus thwarting the northern army ......
But who would have thought that they, who had planned to join forces from within and without, would instead be encircled by the northern army?
With the strength of Wu Yichun's army of grain carriers, even if only 3, 000 came, not to mention 8, 000, it would have been enough to break his army.
Worst of all, it was Wu Yichun who came.
The words "must be captured alive" were still ringing in my ears, and while Wu Yichun might die in the chaos, or he might make it out, Chu Ziling could not afford to gamble on that "maybe".
If Wu Yichun had been taken back to camp alive, he would have been finished!
For a moment, Chu Ziling even wondered if his son had found out that the Southern Border had planted spies in the Northern Army and had deliberately put out false news to set himself up, but on second thought, he thought it was not possible.
How could he have anticipated so many steps? How could he have predicted that Wu Yichun would come to his aid?
The Prince said that he was just testing Ah Shu, that's why he didn't say it explicitly ......
Chu Ziling collected all his thoughts, turned and ran in silence, counted five hundred soldiers and went straight into the chaotic formation of five thousand men that was already in disarray.
In any case, Wu Yichun must not live.
And after Chu Ziling had steered his horse away, Yan Yuanheng sank his breath and turned to Li Yeshu and said, "Prepare the horses."
Li Yeshu is still immersed in the thrill of the situation reversal, and his blood is inevitably surging, and it is difficult to calm down for a while: "...... the thirteenth prince?"
Yan Yuanheng pressed his sword at his waist and said in a deep voice, "I am one of the three thousand soldiers at the siege, and I should also enter the battlefield."
Meanwhile, panic had set in within the Wu Yichun formation.
To make it easier to sneak around, they didn't carry many horses at all, while the northern army, which had been guarding the perimeter, brought a thousand-rider cavalry army with them.
As the battle raged, a thousand soldiers drove straight in, scattering Wu's formation and flanking it left and right, sending the whole encircling formation tumbling into the ground.
Wu Yichun's orders were clearly to sit back and watch the tiger fight, and to reap the benefits.
When Wu Yichun heard the sounds of killing, he panicked and ordered a retreat, but when he realised that the mountains were full of Northern troops, he was frightened.
If 5, 000 men had become 5, 000 sheep who didn't know where to flee, against 8, 000 elite soldiers standing at attention, defeat would have been a matter of moments.
In less than three moments, more than a thousand of the 5, 000 men had been killed, a few hundred had hidden in the nearby hills and forests to resist, and the rest had surrendered their weapons.
Wu Yichun, dressed in the armour of a common soldier, crouches among his captors, his legs tightly together, afraid that the Northern soldiers will see his jade-encrusted boots, which he has not had time to replace.
He clutched his head tightly, covered in a furtive cold sweat, desperately trying to think of what he had done wrong, yet his mind was roaring and white and he couldn't think of anything clearly.
Until he caught a voice: "Vice-Admiral Chu? Did the young general send you?"
...... "Chu"?
Immediately afterwards, he heard a young man's voice: "Yes. All the captives that were captured, are they here?"
"Yes."
Wu Yichun looks up and meets a pair of inquiring eyes.
Although surprised by the youth of the man in front of him, Wu Yichun had no time to worry about it.
He gave a look of help, quietly stepping aside and pointing to his boots, hinting at his identity.
Sure enough, Chu Ziling was as clever as Ai Sha had described.
After talking to the soldiers guarding the prisoners, he ordered Wu Yichun to come out and said that he wanted him to go to another prisoner camp to identify who was in charge.
Wu Yichun stepped hopefully out of the group, followed by Chu Ziling with a low profile, and walked to the fence that bound them, where no soldiers were passing by.
Chu Ziling looks around and lifts his chin towards the infinite darkness beyond the fence.
Wu Yichun was pardoned and with an arch of his hand, he ran wildly.
Chu Ziling looks on with a smile from behind.
Ten paces. Twenty paces. Thirty paces. Fifty paces.
...... is enough.
He drew his bow, drew his arrow, narrowed his eyes and aimed at the back of Wu Yichun's mind.
As Wu Yichun stumbled two steps forward, looking incredulously at the iron arrowhead that had pierced his chest, and fell forward, the youth's cry rang out in his ears again: "Men! A prisoner is trying to escape from the camp!
Soon, all he could hear was the whistling wind.
And then Wu Yichun's world went completely silent.
......
The campaign on the Fusui side ended well, too.
The men in the city thought that a thousand troops had come and rushed out with joy, but it was only when they came into contact with the northern army that they realised something was wrong.
Some fought hard, while others, seeing that they were outnumbered, simply withdrew, with predictable results.
In the midst of the melee, it was too difficult to find a single person.
Yan Yuanheng killed several enemies with his sword and searched for Shi Tingyun, but all he could see in the chaos was a flash of white and a striking red in the mix.
When he fixed his eyes to look, he could see nothing again.
After the victory had been sealed, the northern troops had strangled most of the defenders and burst through the gates they had opened themselves, before Yan Yuanheng saw Shi Tingyun sitting on the heights of the city gate.
Yan Yuanheng took two steps forward and stepped closer, but was pulled by a soldier.
As Yan Yuanheng had changed into his normal soldier's armour, the man did not recognise the Thirteenth Prince, so he could only say to himself, "Don't pay any attention to the Young General. There is something odd about the young general today."
Yan Yuanheng was surprised: "How so?"
"As soon as he encountered a Southland soldier, he seemed to go crazy." The soldier lowered his voice. The soldier lowered his voice, "I have been near the young general and witnessed him drag a southern frontier soldier on the tip of his spear for fifty feet, and made his horse trample on one man's head. On several occasions, that spear almost landed on me ......"
Yan Yuanheng: "...... Many thanks."
With these words, he walked straight over to Shi Tingyun and knelt halfway down in front of him.
He called softly, "Stop Cloud."
Shi Tingyun raises his eyes, and under them snakes a line of ghastly blood, like tears of blood, which is frightening to look at.
He looked at Yan Yuanheng for a moment, then lowered his head and surveyed his blood-covered hands left and right, and suddenly let out a laugh.
He said, "...... So that's it."
Yan Yuanheng: "What 'so it is'?"
"I trouble the Thirteenth Prince to go to my father's middle army on my behalf and announce the order to run to Wei Ling while the army is still in force."
Yan Yuanheng intuited that Shi Tingyun was indeed different from the norm, but he was determined to care about the military first, after all, he knew Shi Tingyun was most concerned about this: "Wei Ling?"
Shi Tingyun smiled:" Wu Yichun's army of grain carriers did not go. I am afraid that Wei Ling is on the verge of running out of food. Before the news spreads, we should quickly strip the prisoners and pretend to be grain carriers, so that we can easily infiltrate the city."
Yan Yuanheng: "What about you?"
Shi Tingyun propped himself up and stood up, "I'll go back, I have something to ask you, sir."
He straddled his blood-stained war horse, looking a little weary: "Thirteenth prince, I beg your pardon."
Yan Yuanheng did not know what he was thinking, but gave him two words of assurance: "Don't worry."
After giving a clear explanation to Yan Yuanheng, Chi Xiaochi took his horse and headed for the town where they were currently camped, some ten miles away.
The slippery blood dried in his palm by the wind, knotted into a cracked blood streak, dried blood flakes falling between the rubbing of the reins.
He didn't vomit or retch, and he judged the situation before him calmly.
He killed someone, with his own hands.
No wonder Chi Xiaochi had wondered earlier why Lord GOD, who had been targeting him for the eighth world, had given him such a privileged status.
The son of a noble family, of noble birth, the subject of his mission, despite his imperial dignity, is currently a mere lackey who looks up to him.
So it was waiting for him here.
Shi Tingyun was a general, and a general known for his bravery in battle.
And with blood on one's hands, one moves further and further away from the old world.
Even if that was not what he wanted, it was impossible to shrug it off cleanly.
It's not so easy to forget what it feels like to slit someone's throat with your own hands.
So he was anxious to get back and to see Lou Ying.
The town was buzzing with activity as several prominent officers of the Southland Army had been escorted to the town for overnight detention.
Arriving outside the town, Chi Xiaochi stops his horse and pauses for a moment.
He squatted by the stream at the edge of town and washed the blood off his hands and face a little, then took a mint-scented balm from the warehouse and applied it to his body to make sure he couldn't smell the blood before he got up.
He mounted his horse, entered the city, entered the house and skilfully felt his way to Lou Ying's room.
He was too weak to wait, so he really couldn't wait and went to sleep first.
It was also a predictable win around the same time.
Chi Xiaochi removes his armour and gently pushes the door open, walks to the side of the bed and gently sits down.
The man was perhaps shallow in his senses, and as soon as he sat down, his eyes opened.
Chi Xiaochi said, "Sir, we've won the battle."
Lou Ying nodded once: "Yes, I saw that."
Chi Xiaochi: "...... Mr. didn't sleep?"
Lou Ying said, "Worried about you."
Chi Xiaochi's eyes curled, "I was afraid that Mr. Xiaochi would be worried, so I ran back all night."
"Just for this?"
Chi Xiaochi said cheerfully, "Well."
When he had finished, he lay down with his clothes on the edge of the bed and did not say another word.
Lou Ying's heart is slightly distressed.
...... He stayed up all night just waiting for Xiaochi to return.
How could he not know what Xiaochi was feeling right now?
Chi Xiaochi cried, scolded and blamed Lord GOD, but Lou Ying didn't want to see him holding back, hiding his true self from the world.
He doesn't want to be the sun and idol that Chi Xiaochi worships with all his heart, he just wants to ......
Before he could finish his thought, Chi Xiaochi took him in his arms through the covers.
His voice was as soft as a breeze under a window, "...... Mr. , let me recharge for a while, will you."
Lou Ying lost her voice.
After a long moment, he softened his voice and whispered, "Mmm."
The two of them lay like this until the noise outside picked up.
A soldier saw Chi Xiaochi enter and saw that the lights were out in the house, but the good news was so great that he hesitated and decided to report it.
Soldiers were shouting in the courtyard at the top of their lungs, "Young General! Young General! Have you fallen asleep? Vice General Chu has made a great achievement! He shot Wu Yichun of the southern border!"
Chi Xiaochi snapped her head up, let go of Lou Ying, jumped up from the bed and pulled the door open with a full charge: "Seriously?"
"It's true!" The messenger said, "I heard that Vice General Chu saw a man in the prisoner camp and thought it was suspicious, so he wanted to bring him to the General. We later searched him and found Wu Yichun's seal on his body, and someone came to identify his body.
"Yes!!!"
Chi Xiaochi applauded and exclaimed, "This is a great achievement! Tell the whole army and put up a joyful post! Chu Ziling has killed the enemy's most important general and has been promoted to the rank of Staff Sergeant in the Primus Battalion! Afterwards, I will give a banquet for three days to encourage the soldiers from the lower ranks to kill the enemy and be rewarded with promotion!"
After the young general mentioned it, the messenger then realized that although everyone Chu Vice General Chu Ziling, as he was called, also looked up to him because he was at the young general's side and gave him advice.
At the end of the day, it's still a lowly slave status.
Chu Ziling killed a general, but it was only a straw general who carried grain, and it would have been unattractive to reward him too heavily.
Now that he had been given a small battalion post, it was clear that the young general was not being biased, and the banquet could be said to be a celebration for the entire army. The messenger, who was not a high ranking soldier, was also encouraged by the words and gave an excited hand: "Yes, Young General, I'll give the order now!
At the end, Chi Xiaochi reminded him, "Spread the word as far as you can, and let the Southlanders know that their general was killed by one of our boys named Chu Ziling, so that the Southlanders can be defeated!
Lou Ying, the solar energy on the bed, can think of the smug look in the eyes and energy of the people outside without having to see it with his own eyes, and he can't help but hook the corners of his mouth.
Looks like a good replenishment of power.
And, if he remembered correctly, the current commander of the primus battalion was the same big black towering man who had shown Chu Ziling his kindness in the first place.
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