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- "My subordinate, Liang Youda, please see Zhong Shuai!"
The new magistrate of Mianzhou City knelt outside tremblingly and begged to see him, beside him were the officials of Mianzhou City.
This scene seems a little unbelievable. The civil servants of the Qian Kingdom often automatically upgrade to the third level when they face warriors, and they often dismiss them even when they face military commanders with higher ranks than themselves.
It's just that the old Zhong Xianggong who is in the government office at this time is a special case. Zhong Wendao, who has passed Ershun's age, can be said to be a living fossil in the military circle of Qian State, and the Zhong family has guarded the southwest for nearly a hundred years.
Zhong Wendao's influence can no longer be described by just "general".
Facing the prefect of Mianzhou's request to see him, Zhong Wendao just took a towel from the soldiers inside the door and wiped his face, ignoring it.
He didn't bother to pay attention to it, and he didn't bother to pay attention to it.
"Ahem"
After a while, Zhong Wendao sat down on the chair, waved his hand, and signaled the soldiers to remove the brazier in front of him.
The winter in the north is bitter and cold, not like the humidity in the southwest, but Mr. Zhong is old and doesn't like the heat and dryness of the charcoal basin.
"Bring it up."
The ones brought up were not the Mianzhou city officials who were seeking an audience outside, but Meng Gong who walked in from the side hall.
Meng Gong's hair was a little disheveled, and his eyes were a little dazed. However, after seeing Zhong Wendao sitting in the first seat, he immediately knelt down:
"Criminal Meng Gong, see Zhong Shuai!"
"Get up, ahem"
Mr. Zhong started coughing again, he really hated the climate in the Northland.
But there was nothing he could do. In the past, he only knew that the armaments of the three sides were very slack, but at least half of the military expenditure of the imperial court was consumed every year. Mr. Zhong thought, no matter how slack, he could still look good, right?
?Who would have thought that Zhong Wendao was a little surprised by Yang Taiwei's letter and the reactions of all the ministers in the court. The three sides, which eat up more than half of the military expenditure every year, have turned out to be so absurd?
If you can't stop the Yan people from moving the Northern Army from the desert, that's okay. Now that the Yan People's Northern Army hasn't gone south, the Jingnan Army has only dispatched once, but it has already sent Mrs. Yang to the south. Wei was terrified.
Tsk tsk
It is impossible to say that Zhong Wendao has no anger in his heart. If those military expenses can be given to his own Xijun, the sons and daughters can live a more comfortable life, and the attack on those restless chieftains will naturally be more rapid. Some, even after a few years of operation, it is not impossible to completely wipe out the Southwest Chieftain.
Of course, Zhong Wendao can only think about these thoughts a little bit in his own heart. Since a few years ago, the imperial court has begun to disintegrate and suppress the Western Army, a military group. However, although the Western Army is not his Zhong family, However, all the warlords of the Western Army were actually closely surrounding the Zhong family, and only the Zhong family followed suit. This made the imperial court's methods fail to achieve much effect.
The fact that the Yan people are about to go south this time can be regarded as helping the Western Army out of the siege.
As a general, Zhong Wendao really would rather face the enemy's swords and soldiers than waste his brains with the princes in the court.
"Criminal general? Why are you guilty?"
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Meng Gong didn't know what to say.
"You have made meritorious service if Mianzhou City has been defended."
Meng Gong kowtowed again, saying:
"Thank you Zhong Shuai for protecting you."
At this season, Zhong Wendao is qualified to characterize this matter.
Of course, although when the Western Army arrived, the Mianzhou city was actually fighting with its own people, but the city failed to let the Yan people in after all.
"It's hard for you." Zhong Wendao said with emotion.
"The last general dare not."
Meng Gong lowered his head.
Looking at Meng Gong, Zhong Wendao couldn't help but think of Meng Gong's father, and then he thought of the year when he and Meng Gong's father stood beside the assassin.
It's a pity, it's all over.
At this time, a soldier came in and whispered beside Zhong Wendao.
Zhong Wendao's eyes narrowed slightly,
road:
"Lockdown the whole city and search for me."
"As ordered."
The soldiers went out.
Zhong Wendao sighed and said:
"Fu Wang, dead."
"" Meng Gong.
"The body was found in the stable, but the head was gone."
&?? is an easy thing, fear of such things is not a problem, the key is the identification and distribution of the leader, because some sentries sacrificed a lot for the group, so they also have to allocate a part of the leader level to compensate.
"Thanks for your hard work."
"My lord, please eat slowly. I'm going to rest. When you plan to go to Nanwang City, call me again."
"good."
A Ming went to his room to find a coffin with a bulging water bladder around his waist. Some people like the feeling of drinking coffee in Starbucks, and A Ming likes to lie in a coffin "anemic".
"My lord, San'er hasn't come back yet." Siniang said.
"He should be fine." Zheng Fan said.
Zheng Fan believed in Xue San's ability to save his life.
"Even if something happened, it must have happened long ago, and we have to mourn."
"Too."
Zheng Fan nodded.
Scraping the last bit of porridge from the bottom of the bowl into his mouth, Zheng Fan clapped his hands and said:
"Going out this time, the harvest is still very big, and it's time to try to trick Xu Wenzu again."
It is really easy to use the powerful prisoner soldiers. With the real head, Xu Wenzu can be more calm and tough when opening the back door for himself. Zheng Fan is also looking forward to expanding the army.
Furthermore, the attraction of his Green Willow Fort to those powerful prisoners will also be greatly enhanced.
There is no need to worry about the morale of the army.
"What is Cheng doing now?"
"Go back to the Lord, you are busy appeasing the Huo family."
"Oh, yes."
Zheng Fan nodded.
Huo Guang died in battle, and the Huo family suddenly had no leader. It is also reasonable for Liang Cheng to go to appease him now.
The biggest problem with the elite soldiers is that they have a strong concept of clan, and Zheng Fan doesn't like too many hills under his hands.
When the sun came out, around nine o'clock, Zheng Fan called A Ming, and Xiao Yibo led his men to drive the trucks ready.
Zheng Fan rode on his horse and took a deep breath. Although the sun had come out, the temperature in the air still carried a distance that was thousands of miles away.
Looking back at the carts of heads behind him, Zheng Fan suddenly had a feeling in his heart when he was playing farm language in his previous life, as if the carts were not pulling heads, but corn and flowers.
I seem to be farming. This time, I am taking my crops to Nanwang City for sale.
? What the barbarians under their command want is the residence of the Yan people, what the elite soldiers want is the freedom of relatives, and what they can reap are probably official positions and more resources.
Zheng Fan really hasn't thought about whether he is the ruler of the world, whether he wants to walk on the road of being a master, and what he will do after he walks on it.
But he really likes this feeling of struggle and gain, and this process can already bring great satisfaction to people.
"Master, shall we go?" A Ming asked.
Zheng Fan nodded, the morning sun shone on his face, he raised his hand holding the whip,
ordered:
"Set off!"
Outside the city of Mianzhou, several Western Army soldiers and horses have gathered. They started to build a big camp centered on Mianzhou City. Everything seems to be in order. military weather.
In the magistrate's yamen in Mianzhou City, Zhong Wendao was already awake, and the sleep time of elderly people was naturally shorter.
When eating breakfast, some soldiers came to report.
Zhong Wendao nodded and said:
"Reply to Yang Taiwei, I will wait for him in Mianzhou City tomorrow."
With the arrival of various armies, the speakers of each army naturally need to meet for a meeting.
Taiwei Yang chose Mianzhou City as the venue for the meeting. In fact, he took the initiative to let go of his airs and acknowledged Zhong Wendao's leading role among the many main forces.
On the issue of right and wrong, this eunuch has always been able to see clearly.
Putting down his chopsticks, Zhong Wendao asked the soldiers around him, saying:
"Where's Tianlang?"
"Back to the commander-in-chief, the major general is probably still resting, and it was quite late when he came back last night."
"Rest, can he rest?"
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"This boy, now he can't ask his uncles for cavalry, hehe.
Forget it, transfer a thousand riders to him from the battalion directly under me. Since you are going to make trouble, you can't be too petty.
Come and don't go indecently! "
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Thank you for the cloudy inspiration.
The upstairs neighbor was renovating, and the electric drill rang all day, which made Long, a "person" whose work schedule was upside down, miserable. This chapter was not very satisfactory, so I posted it first.
The next chapter may be late, try to write more, probably at two o'clock in the morning.Give him Qianqi, since he wants to make a fuss, he can't be too petty, he can come, but I can't go if I'm a man?
Come and don't go indecently! "
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Thank you for the cloudy inspiration.
The upstairs neighbor was renovating, and the electric drill rang all day, which made Long, a "person" whose work schedule was upside down, miserable. This chapter was not very satisfactory, so I posted it first.
The next chapter may be late, try to write more, probably at two o'clock in the morning. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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