Chapter 201: gram enemy, charge, explicit rise and fall.

Two days later.

A bald, thin horse running in the wilderness, riding a thin man draped in pieces of linen, the pouch swinging back and forth, staggering and slapping the dry, shriveled belly of the horse.

Whoever looks at it, it looks like a traveler who is eager to return home.

He went around into the woods, quickly showed his token to a sentry hiding in a tree, then rolled off his horse and ran into the woods.

Only the outer ring of trees remained in the forest, while the inner part had been cut out to create a clearing for the army to rest and recuperate.

The paper thin man turned into the middle of the main camp, bowed down and said, "General, I'm back."

Yichun Wu, in the upper seat, eagerly closed the Fusui map in his hand, "How is it?"

"General, the letter is true, there are indeed Han Chinese troops guarding the river. They not only cast sacks to break the flow, but also dug two ditches to divert the river to the depression."

Yichun Wu laughed and cursed, "Damn, they really want 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 right away?"

Yichun Wu took a sip of tea and said slowly, "What are you afraid of? Thirst for a day or two, no one will die."

Another adjutant said: "No? That Juchen relies on his uncle-nephew relationship with the king's favorite concubine, in front of our general is not a day or two to put up a stink, this time, he can be a big favor to us."

The man still has some objections: "General, we are sending food this time was to send food to Weiling City, now has been postponed. Wei Ling's Xuan Wang is not a good match, if he complained to the king ......"

"A complaint? What is he suing, a man who has just saved Fusui from danger?"

The deputy general who spoke for Yichun Wu was busy patting himself on the back: "The general is a minister of Nan Southern, not a servant of his Xuan Wang, so he can call him what he wants? Nan Southern is in trouble, the general must rescue, is the safety of a city, compared to a few days late delivery of food and grass is worse?"

That counsellor is not humble: "General, my subordinates still think that the troops should be divided into two ways, one way to send food, one way to solve the crisis, each without delay ......"

The adjutant general frowned: "How can you be so talkative as a senator? Do you want to make a decision for the general? If the troops are divided into two routes, 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 bear the responsibility?"

The senator did not speak, arching his hand to say goodbye, went out to check how the soldiers camping condition, and urged everyone to eat only dry food, do not make a fire, so as not to alert the snake.

Yichun Wu continued to drink his tea, but his eyes were filled with uncontrollable joy.

With one less person singing the opposite tune, everyone in the main tent is a little more relaxed.

The deputy general, who loved to patronize the horse, said eagerly, "General Wu, when are we going to leave? The city of Ye is 200 miles away from Fusui. If Fusui doesn't set off a bomb announcing safety in five days, won't Ye take advantage of it for nothing?"

"Didn't I say, thirsty for a 'couple' days, no one can die." Yichun Wu said with a smile, "Just the night after tomorrow."

The day after, for Yichun Wu is just around the corner.

He didn't bother to think about what it would be like for Juchen's army, which had suddenly lost its water supply and was languishing in Fusui City waiting for help.

The day after, as soon as night, he reorganized the army, only a few horses, to do encirclement and pursuit, so as not to make too much noise, can not do a qualified yellow bird.

The reason why he wants to bring 5,000 people is naturally Yichun Wu's own consideration.

He wasn't even trying to get his soldiers to fight to the death.

To put it bluntly, bring 5,000 people, just to show, both for Juchen, but also for the Beifu Army to see.

He wanted to give Juchen a chance to fight his way out of the city and disperse the Beifu Army's lines, which would also make it easier for him to bring his own troops into the line and capture Yuanheng Yan.

As long as Yuanheng Yan is captured, the rest of his life is safe and secure.

The object of his ambition is now in a forward position three miles outside of Fusui.

Yuanheng Yan swallowed the nest made of mixed noodles, the crumbs fell from his mouth, and he didn't even frown, just stared at the direction of Fusui.

Tingyun Shi at his side handed him water and he took a sip until Tingyun Shi wiped the spout and drank from the same jug, then he blushed as an afterthought.

He remembered the jug of wine that he had hidden away, and an inexplicable emotion rose up in his heart: "Do you often share a jug of water with others like this."

Tingyun Shi swallows water: "Yeah."

Yuanheng Yan said seriously, "This is not good. Not in the future."

Tingyun Shi joked, "Yes, my thirteenth prince."

Yuanheng Yan twisted his face, a little happy.

When he refocused his gaze on Fusui City, his expression returned to one of concentration.

He said, "One should not fight this battle. I came to the border city, indeed, on behalf of the king's patrol, but it is not necessary to fight a battle to show me victory ......"

Tingyun Shi laughed, propping one elbow on his knee: "Not for you."

Yuanheng Yan is not embarrassed, "Well", "that is ......"

Tingyun Shi raised his water bladder and smiled frankly at Yuanheng Yan, "For the sake of my country. And, my king."

Yuanheng Yan understood the meaning of his words and was shocked, quickly lowering his voice: "Rude! Can you get drunk even if you drink water? How can you say that?"

Tingyun Shi narrowed his eyes at him, "Will you tell?"

Yuanheng Yan a choke: "I ......"

Tingyun Shi looked at him with unblinking eyes, "Thank you, Thirteenth Prince."

Yuanheng Yan turned his face away and changed the subject stiffly: "...... is too risky. What if someone comes to their aid, what if the people in the city intend to die by fish? I read the Art of War that says, "Don't force the poor enemy, they can do anything if they are driven to desperation."

Tingyun Shi said, "The Thirteenth Prince is right. It's just one sentence with three wrong points."

Yuanheng Yan : "......" He was all ears.

"First of all, they are not poor invaders." Tingyun Shi said, "When we cut off the water flow, they still have wells and drains in the city, and with the underground water, they can survive for five days, although they are tight."

Yuanheng Yan : "Five days?"

Tingyun Shi: "In our city, letters are released every three days to inform each other of the peace. On the Nan Southern side, it was five days. Fusui has no beacon, so once the letter bomb is not available, they can only wait for the neighboring cities to detect the problem and come to their rescue 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 'poor invaders'?"

Yuanheng Yan thought, "No wonder Fusui had only tried to send letters out by pigeon for a few days, and after being shot several times, he simply stopped releasing pigeons.

"Secondly, they won't kill the fish and break the net. Because if they rush out in a hurry, the fish will die and the net will not break."

"Just like a centipede with many legs, if each section of the centipede has its own mind, then whether to go east or west, they can also argue to the point of no return. As I said earlier, they have both reasons to go to war and reasons to avoid war, so there must be two factions in the city, the main war and the main peace, are fighting to the death. Such arguments alone are enough to give their generals a headache, and the lack of water in the city will also lead to public discontent. If more water is given to the army, the people will be dissatisfied; if the army can not drink water, will also be restless, once the military and the people are confrontational, there will be endless internal problems. In this situation of mutual restraint, small chaos, as long as their chief officers are not pigs, will choose to shrink in the city, to appease the people."

Yuanheng Yan listened intently: "Yes."

Tingyun Shi, who talks about the military, never quotes difficult-to-read words from famous writers to support his opinions. Those military books were his enlightenment 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 Wang City, he always felt that Tingyun Shi was not in accordance with the etiquette.

It is only now that Yuanheng Yan realizes that such a Tingyun Shi is most compatible with the starry sky, strong wind and fast horses of the frontier.

But he waited for half a day, but didn't hear from Tingyun Shi.

Yuanheng Yan couldn't help but ask, "And then what?"

Tingyun Shi : "What then?"

Yuanheng Yan : "You said just now that I was wrong in three places."

Tingyun Shi: "Ah, I'll just round it up. I thought three sounded more imposing."

Yuanheng Yan : "......"

Tingyun Shi smiled, his high ponytail was blown up by the night breeze and brushed along his cheeks, a few strands flew against his lips, which had only just been moistened with water, and his hair was stained on the edges of his lips.

Yuanheng Yan, without thinking, raised his hand and helped him pin his hair behind his ear.

Tingyun Shi paused and looked at his hand in slight surprise.

Yuanheng Yan's hand still rested behind his ear, his fingertips on fire from the strands of hair.

...... is not correct.

This is not right.

Yuanheng Yan quickly restrained his movements, but could not restrain the heart that was beating faster and faster.

He withdrew his hand and grabbed the water bottle Tingyun Shi had placed on the ground.

He had to grab something to detain his hand.

Yuanheng Yan whispered softly, "Suchang."

Tingyun Shi raised his eyebrows: "Hmm?"

Yuanheng Yan : "...... Yun Ting ."

Tingyun Shi nods.

Yuanheng Yan : " Tingyun Shi ."

Tingyun Shi was about to laugh: "Thirteenth prince, you called me three names, what do you want to say?"

Yuanheng Yan whispered, "...... you say something."

Tingyun Shi : "Say what?"

Yuanheng Yan also did not know what he wanted Tingyun Shi to say. He just felt that if Tingyun Shi did not say something, he would not be able to resist saying something.

Tingyun Shi saw Yuanheng Yan's face was not right and said, "You--"

Yuanheng Yan spoke at the same time, "You--"

As the two "yous" merged into one, Ziling Chu and Yeshu Li arrived in a hurry, interrupting them straight away: "Young General!"

"The Thirteenth Prince!"

Yuanheng Yan : "......"

His clenched fist loosened, his heart slightly relieved, but a sense of loss followed, and for a moment could not say what it was like in his heart.

After a moment, however, he had no more thoughts whatsoever.

Yeshu Li where have seen such a big battle, face white: "scouts ...... scouts report, Fusui suddenly appeared around a large number of Nan Southern army - "

Seemingly in response to him, shouts of murder rose in a circular pattern, silently forming a circle around the outskirts of Fusui City, like the howling of a pack of wolves waiting in the back, ready to attack, making people's skin tingle.

...... good a 3D surround sound.

Yuanheng Yan rose to his feet, his face suddenly changed: "...... Nan Southern soldiers and horses?"

"We have Fusui surrounded like a barrel, how did this information leak out?" Ziling Chu said urgently, "Young General, from the sound of this voice, there are at least three to four thousand people! Plus the 2,000 troops in Fusui ...... Young General, take the Thirteenth Prince with you and Ziling will be there to protect you from the siege!"

Tingyun Shi took two steps forward, listened sideways for a moment, and said, "How did you hear this?"

Ziling Chu and Yeshu Li were both stunned: "Huh?"

Tingyun Shi said, "What three or four thousand? There are at least five thousand people surrounding us."

And the Fusui gates, which had been closed for several days, gradually fell with a muffled creaking sound.

The two thousand soldiers inside the city, who had been waiting for the attack, also showed their battle armor and silver guns, which had been polished for many days, after hearing the trumpet, ready to sweep away the breath of the past few days, and to kill the three thousand Beifu Army who surrounded the city.

In the midst of the sound of killing, Yuanheng Yan looked at the back of Tingyun Shi, and his eyes gradually lit up with light.

Is ......

Tingyun Shi turned his head around and laughed, "...... its three. Heng Yuan , I'm waiting for 'someone to come to my aid'."

He drew a letter bullet from his waist, ignited it, and then let it go into the sky.

The pungent scent of pine filled the sky with the white stars that scattered across the sky, lighting up Yeshu Li's slightly confused eyes and Ziling Chu's face that went white in a flash.

The next instant, more deafening than the Nan Southern army shouting and killing sound rose to the sky, hanging in the ninth heaven, resounding in the clouds, only by layers of echoes, it suppressed the 5,000 bluff grain army shouting and killing sound.

From the sound of the voice, the number is as large as 8,000!

Yeshu Li looked back with surprise and joy: "Why are there so many Beifu Army around Wang City?"

Tingyun Shi laughed, "They waited for four days, and we waited for four days."

"This time, the sample test failed." Tingyun Shi turned around and stroked Yeshu Li's hair, "I'm the one who's so happy about it? Know your master unclear, deduct ten points; did not detect my intention to siege the city, deduct twenty points; a taste of worry for many days, even the taste of tea is not right, so that I do not have the blessing of the mouth, deduct another twenty points."

Yeshu Li blushed, bashful and delighted, and turned to fetch Tingyun Shi's silver-gun and bow and arrows.

Seeing Ziling Chu still dumbfounded, Tingyun Shi ignored him and, with a whistle, his white horse came running.

Tingyun Shi leaped onto his horse and adjusted the reins. Yeshu Li came flying and threw the silver gun and arrow box in the air: "Zi Gong!

Tingyun Shi caught it with both hands, with the arrow box on his back and the silver spear in his right hand, and said, " Ziling Chu, divide 500 soldiers to help my father break up the outer circle! Yeshu Li, stay in the camp and take care of the Thirteenth Prince!"

With these words, he lowered his head and fixed his gaze like a star on Yuanheng Yan.

" Fusui a small city, not very compatible with the thirteenth prince." Amidst the majestic sound of killing, Tingyun Shi said in a loud voice, "Five thousand people will be sent, which is barely enough. Thirteenth Prince, I will go and return, and bring Fusui to you later."

Ziling Chu's face was ashen.

How can ......?

He thought that Shi and Tingyun Shi suddenly proposed to fight Fusui, just want to fight a sure win battle to Yuanheng Yan to see.

Who would have thought that Zi Gong would go after the army that came to rescue him?

Ziling Chu had envisioned that the only Nan Southern troops that could be quickly mobilized around Fusui were the Yichun Wu troops who delivered the food, and that they could play the role of the yellow bird behind the scenes, and even kill Yuanheng Yan, thereby greatly frustrating the Beifu Army... ...

But who would have thought that the Beifu Army would be the one to take advantage of them?

In terms of Yichun Wu's army of grain carriers, not to mention the 8,000 people who came to surround him, even if only 3,000 came, it was enough to rout him.

The worst part is that it was Yichun Wu who came.

The words "make sure you get him alive" were still ringing in my ears, and while Yichun Wu might have died in the chaos, or he might have made it out, Ziling Chu couldn't afford to gamble on that "maybe".

If Yichun Wu is taken back to camp alive, he's done for!

For a moment, Ziling Chu even wondered if Zi Gong had found out that Nan Southern had planted a spy in the Beifu Army, and therefore intended to set himself up with a false message, but on second thought, he thought it was impossible.

How could he have anticipated so many steps? How could he have predicted that Yichun Wu would come to his aid?

Zi Gong said, he is testing Ah Shu only, that's why not explicitly ......

Ziling Chu gathered up all his distractions, turned and ran in silence, counted 500 soldiers and went straight to the chaotic formation of 5,000 men that was already in disarray.

In any case, Yichun Wu must not live.

And after Ziling Chu steered his horse away, Yuanheng Yan sank his breath and turned his head to Yeshu Li and said, "Prepare the horses."

Yeshu Li still immersed in the situation reversal of the fast - feeling, the hot blood inevitably surging, a time is difficult to calm: "...... thirteen princes?"

Yuanheng Yan pressed his sword at his waist and said in a deep voice: "I am one of the three thousand soldiers who surrounded the city, I should also enter the battlefield."

Meanwhile, the Yichun Wu lineup has panicked.

In order to facilitate sneaking, they did not carry many horses at all, while the Beifu Army, which had been guarding the outer perimeter, brought a thousand-by-one cavalry army.

When the battle started, a thousand soldiers and horses drove straight in and broke up the formation of Wu's deployment, and encircled the whole encircling formation.

Yichun Wu gave the order is clearly sitting on the mountain to watch the tiger fight, as well as to sit and collect the profit, the soldiers simply did not expect to be taken as a fishing profit to sit and collect, a disorderly formation, immediately collapsed, abandoned the armor and soldiers, looking to the wind and flee.

When Yichun Wu heard the sound of killing, he panicked and hastily ordered a retreat, but when he found the Beifu Army all over the mountain, he was so scared that he hastily stripped off his own eye-catching armor, pulled a soldier and forced him to take off his clothes and put them on himself, blending in with the fleeing soldiers.

If 5,000 people become 5,000 sheep who do not know where to flee, against the 8,000 elite generals standing by, defeat is just a matter of moments.

In less than three moments, 5,000 people were killed more than a thousand, a few hundred people hid in the nearby mountains and forests to resist, the rest have surrendered their weapons.

Wearing the armor of a common soldier, Yichun Wu crouched among the captured soldiers, his legs tightly together, afraid to let the Beifu Army soldiers see his jade-encrusted boots, which he had not had time to replace.

He held his head tightly, covered in a hairy cold sweat, desperately trying to think of what he had done wrong, yet his brain 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 captured, are they here?"

"Yes."

Yichun Wu looked up and met a pair of inquiring eyes.

Although surprised by the youth of the man in front of him, Yichun Wu 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, Ziling Chu was as smart as Aisha described.

After talking to the soldiers guarding the prisoners, he ordered Yichun Wu to come out and said that he would go to another prison camp to identify who the chief officer was.

Yichun Wu stepped hopefully out of the line, followed obediently behind Ziling Chu, and walked to the fence that bound them, where no patrolling soldiers were passing by.

Ziling Chu looked around and lifted his chin toward the infinite darkness beyond the fence.

Yichun Wu, like an amnesty, arched his hand and ran wildly with his feet.

Ziling Chu looks on with a smile from behind.

Ten steps. Twenty steps. Thirty steps. Fifty paces.

...... is enough.

He drew his bow, drew his arrow, narrowed his eyes, and aimed at Yichun Wu's rear end.

As Yichun Wu stumbled forward two steps, looked incredulously at the iron arrowhead that had pierced his chest, and lurched forward, the youth's shout rang in his ears again: "Come, men! A prisoner is trying to escape from the camp!"

Soon, all he could hear was the whistling wind.

And then, Yichun Wu's world went completely quiet.

......

The battle on Fusui's side ended well, too.

The people in the city rushed out with joy, thinking that a thousand troops were coming, until they met the Beifu Army in a short encounter.

Some hardened their heads to fight, some see the enemy, I was outnumbered, directly sprouted a retreat, the results can be imagined.

In the midst of the melee, it was too difficult to find a person.

Yuanheng Yan killed several enemies with his sword and searched for Tingyun Shi, but he could only see a flash of white in the chaos and a striking red mixed in with it.

When he fixed his eyes to see, but nothing could be seen again.

After the victory was decided, the Beifu Army strangled most of the defenders and rushed in through the gate they had opened on their own, before Yuanheng Yan saw Tingyun Shi sitting on the heights of the gate.

Yuanheng Yan took two steps forward and came close, but was pulled by a soldier.

Because Yuanheng Yan changed into an ordinary soldier's armor, the man did not recognize the thirteenth prince, so he could only say to himself, "Don't pay any attention to the young general. The young general is a bit odd today."

Yuanheng Yan was surprised: "How so?"

"When he met the Nan Southern soldiers, he seemed to be crazy." The soldier lowered his voice, "I have been near the young general and saw him drag a Nan Southern soldier on the tip of his spear. The soldier lowered his voice, "I have been close to the young general, I witnessed him drag a Nan Southern soldier on the tip of the gun, dragging it 50 feet, and also made the horse trample the head of one person. Several times, that gun momentum almost fell on me ......"

Yuanheng Yan : "...... Many thanks."

With these words, he walked straight over to Tingyun Shi and half-kneeled down in front of him.

He called softly, " Yun Ting ."

Tingyun Shi raised his eyes, a line of horrific blood trails snaking under his eyes, blood tears in general, look at the heart.

He looked at Yuanheng Yan a look, then lowered his head, left and right each measured his hands full of blood, and suddenly let out a laugh.

He said, "...... So that's it."

Yuanheng Yan : "What 'so it is'?"

"I trouble the Thirteenth Prince to go to my father's middle army on my behalf to declare the order to run to Wei Ling before the army rests."

Yuanheng Yan intuited that Tingyun Shi was indeed different from the usual, but he was determined to care about the military first, after all, he knew that Tingyun Shi was most concerned about this: "Weiling?"

Tingyun Shi a smile: " Yichun Wu's grain transport army did not go. I am afraid that Wei Ling is on the verge of running out of food. Before the news spreads, we should strip the captives and pretend to be the grain transporters, then we can easily blend into the city."

Yuanheng Yan : "What about you?"

Tingyun Shi propped himself up and stood up, "I'll go back, I have something to ask you, sir."

He straddled the blood-stained war horse, looking a bit weary: "Thirteenth prince, please take care."

Yuanheng Yan did not know what he was thinking, but gave him two words of assurance: "Don't worry."

After giving a clear explanation to Yuanheng Yan, Xiaochi Chi harnessed his horse and headed for the town where they were currently camped, about ten miles away.

The slippery blood was dried in his palm by the wind, knotted into a cracked blood pattern, dried blood flakes kept falling between the friction of the reins.

He did not vomit or retch, he judged the situation in front of him very calmly.

He killed someone, with his own hands.

No wonder Xiaochi Chi was wondering earlier why the Lord God, who had been targeting him since he was already in the eighth world, would give himself such a superior status.

The family Zi Gong, noble origin, the object of the task, although the dignity of the son of the emperor, is currently just a small servant who looks up to him.

So it was waiting for him here.

Tingyun Shi was a general, or a general known for his bravery in battle.

And their hands are stained with blood, will be further and further away from the original world.

Even if that was not what he wanted, it was impossible to shrug it off cleanly.

The feeling of slitting someone's throat with your own hands is not so simple to forget.

So he was anxious to get back and see Ying Lou.

The town was bustling with activity, and several prominent officers of the Nan Southern Army had been transported overnight to the town for internment.

Coming outside the town, Xiaochi Chi stopped his horse and stopped for a while.

He squatted at the edge of the town creek, a little washed away the blood on his hands and face, and from the warehouse to take the mint-scented balm, applied to the body, to confirm that the smell of blood, before getting up.

He mounted his horse, entered the city, entered the house, and skillfully felt his way to Ying Lou's room.

He was weak and really couldn't wait and went to sleep first.

It was also a predictable win around the same time.

Xiaochi Chi takes off his armor, gently pushes open the door, walks to the side of the bed, and gently sits down.

The man was perhaps shallow, and he opened his eyes as soon as he sat down.

Xiaochi Chi said, "Sir, we've won the battle."

Ying Lou nodded once: "Yes, I saw it."

Xiaochi Chi : "...... Mr. didn't sleep?"

Ying Lou said, "I'm worried about you."

Xiaochi Chi's eyes arched: "I was afraid that Mr. worried, so I ran back all night."

"Just for this?"

Xiaochi Chi said cheerfully, "Well."

When he said that, he lay down with his clothes on the edge of the bed and did not say another word.

Ying Lou's heart was slightly disappointed.

...... He stayed up all night just waiting for Chi Xiao to come back.

How can he not know how Chi Xiao feels right now?

Xiaochi Chi cried, scolded, and blamed the Lord God, but Ying Lou only did not want to see him holding back like this, hiding his true self from the world.

He does not want to be Xiaochi Chi full of admiration for the Sun and idol, only ......

Before he could finish his thought, Xiaochi Chi took him in his arms through the blanket.

His voice was as soft as a breeze under the window: "Mr. ......, let me recharge for a while, will you."

Ying Lou lost her voice.

After a long time, he softened his voice and whispered, "Hmm."

The two of them just lay there until the noise outside picked up.

A soldier saw Xiaochi Chi come in and also saw that the lights were out in the house, but the happy news was not small, so he hesitated and decided to report the news.

Soldiers in the courtyard yelled at the top of their lungs, "Young General! Young General! Have you fallen asleep? Vice General Chu has made a great achievement! He shot Yichun Wu of Nan Southern!"

Xiaochi Chi looked up sharply, let go of Ying Lou, jumped up from the bed, and pulled open the door with full power: "Seriously?"

"Absolutely true!" The messenger said, "I heard that Vice Admiral Chu saw a man in the prisoner camp and thought it was suspicious, so I planned to bring him to the General! Later we searched him and found Yichun Wu's seal on him, and someone came to identify his body, and it was indeed that Yichun Wu, no mistake!

"Yes!!!"

Xiaochi Chi applauded with great joy and said loudly: "This is a great achievement! Tell the whole army and post a joyful list! Ziling Chu has killed the enemy's most important general and has been promoted to the rank of sergeant in the Primus Battalion! Afterwards, I will give a banquet for three days to encourage the soldiers from the bottom to be rewarded for killing the enemy!"

By the young general mentioned, the messenger then realized that although everyone Chu vice general Chu vice general ground called Ziling Chu, but also look at him in the young general side of the advice, then high regard for him.

In the end, it's still a lowly slave status.

Ziling Chu killed a general, but it was just a straw general who transported grain, if the reward is too heavy, it is not beautiful.

Now, he got a small battalion staff position, so it can be seen that the young general is not biased, and the banquet can also be said to be for the entire army to celebrate and open, in addition, everyone will inevitably think, a slave to achieve merit, can get a staff position, if the civilian origin of other people?　　The messenger, who was not a high ranking soldier, was also encouraged by the words, and excitedly arched his hand: "Yes, young general, I will give the order!"

At the end, Xiaochi Chi reminded, "Spread the word as far as you can, and let the Nan Southerners know that their general was killed by one of our boys named Ziling Chu, so that the Nan Southerners can be defeated!

Sun can Ying Lou on the bed do not need to see with their own eyes, can think of the outside people's eyes glowing, strong and powerful smug look, can not help but hook the corners of the mouth.

It seems that the power is replenished well.

And if he is not mistaken, the current primus battalion commander is exactly the same big black tower man who gave grace to Ziling Chu in the first place.