Devil’s Advent

"Young officer Liang Youda, please see Shuai Zhong!"

The new prefect of Mianzhou City tremblingly knelt outside to beg to see him, beside him were the officials of Mianzhou City.

This scene seems a little unbelievable. Civil officials in the Qian Kingdom often automatically upgrade to three levels 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 the Qian Kingdom, and the Zhong family has guarded the southwest for nearly a hundred years.

Zhong Wendao's influence can no longer be described simply as "general".

Faced with the prefect of Mianzhou's request for an audience, 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 move the brazier in front of him.

The winter in the north is bitter and cold, unlike the humidity in the southwest, but Mr. Zhong is old and doesn't like the hot and dry charcoal basin.

"Bring it on."

The ones brought up were not the Mianzhou city officials who were asking for 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..."

Zhong Xianggong started to cough again, he really hated the climate in the Northland.

But there was nothing he could do about it. He used to know 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 considered as a relief for the Western Army.

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? Why are you guilty?"

"this……"

Meng Gong didn't know what to say.

"Mianzhou City has been defended, and you have made meritorious service."

Meng Gong kowtowed again and said:

"Thank you, Shuai Zhong, for protecting you."

At this season, Zhong Wendao is qualified to give a qualitative definition of this matter.

Of course, although when the Western Army arrived, there were actually people fighting with their own people in the city of Mianzhou, but the city failed to let the Yan people in after all.

"It's hard for you." Zhong Wendao said with emotion.

"The final 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 personal soldier came in and whispered beside Zhong Wendao.

Zhong Wendao's gaze narrowed slightly,

road:

"Block 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."

"This, how is this possible?"

"It should have been done by spies from the Yan people sneaking into the city."

"Fu Wang, Fu Wang is a good prince."

"Oh." Zhong Wendao didn't take it seriously, and said: "What I am worried about is that if the Yan people really did it, then even if the Yan people failed to attack Mianzhou City this time, having King Fu's head is even better than attacking Mianzhou again. The influence of the state city is even greater."

Meng Gong bowed his head and remained silent.

"Forget it, forget it, since King Fu is dead, you, Meng Gong, should die too."

"The last general, follow orders."

With that said, Meng Gong stood up, ready to take the sword from the soldiers and kill himself.

This scene all fell into Zhong Wendao's eyes, and he said again:

"From now on, let's call him Zhong Gong."

Meng Gong was stunned.

"Take advantage of your father first, and when this war is over, you can erase this paragraph based on your achievements, and you can call Meng Gong back again."

This is the easiest way and saves a lot of hassle.

"Thank you, Shuai Zhong!"

Meng Gong bowed down again.

"Do you know who led the troops to attack the city this time?"

"The end will not be known."

"It says on the pillar outside the door, Zheng Fan, Cui Liu Castle is on guard."

"Is it Zheng Fan again?"

"This is an addiction to playing Mianzhou City."

What Zheng Shoubei didn't know was that the last time he broke into Mianzhou City and left the heads of all the officials and lords, this was not only a scapegoat for "Chahe Village", but also This time, the decree was secretly issued by the imperial court and passed on to the desks of various military chiefs.

It can be regarded as... becoming famous in the enemy country.

"My son, the method is very strange." Meng Gong could only reply in this way, "And he used troops very powerfully."

"Talk about it to me in detail."

"As ordered."

Meng Gong talked about everything from being attacked by the Yan people rushing to the door to the sudden madness of Mrs. Daxi, which caused internal strife among the local soldiers and dry soldiers in the city.

Zhong Wendao had been listening with his eyes squinted, sitting there motionless, as if he was about to fall asleep.

After Meng Gong finished speaking, Zhong Wendao opened his eyes and said:

"Cuiliu Fort is the fortress of the Yan people?"

"should be."

"From what you said, Zheng Fan from Yan is quite a character. He fought against Mianzhou City twice. He succeeded the first time and almost succeeded the second time. match."

As he spoke, Zhong Wendao looked at his own soldiers and said:

"Tomorrow, I will inform the Yinjiawei that I want Zheng Fan's details. By the way, send another cavalry to meet Tianlang."

talking,

Zhong Wendao rubbed his eyebrows again,

road:

"I'm tired, let's rest."

"Marshal, the bedroom has been furnished."

"Well, Meng Gong."

"The end will be here."

"You are tired too. Change your clothes. From now on, you will be my personal soldier and help me plan and plan. Later, someone will take you to show you the deployment map. I want to see it. What are you doing?" Inherit your father's mantle."

"The final general will live up to the commander's expectations."

"Um."

With the support of his own soldiers, Zhong Wendao walked into the back bedroom.

"Marshal, the words on that pillar, subordinate, will be erased later."

"Why did you wipe it? Last time you wiped people, didn't they still come? Keep it, let the civil and military people who come in and out watch it, and be brave after knowing the shame."

"The subordinate understands, and, Commander, should the Silver Armored Guard pass a note to the higher-ups first?"

"how?"

Those who can be soldiers by Zhong Wendao's side are just like Li's servants. They are basically the children of the family or the meritorious children of the Western Army, so they can speak freely to Zhong Wendao in private. After all, Zhong Wendao is their elder.

"Marshal, it's easy to make taboos."

"Breaking a taboo? Is this commander here to fight or talk? He Yanhuang can give Tian Wujing all the secret agents in Yinlang County. Why can't I, Zhong Wendao, use this silver armored guard?"

"The Silver Armor may not reply."

"Hehe, then tell them that the commander-in-chief always likes to sacrifice the flag before the war. This time he came in a hurry and did not bring any death row prisoners."

"The subordinate obeys."

"Mianzhou's territory is pretty good. Let all the Western Army units behind them camp and deploy their defenses in Mianzhou City."

"Your subordinates obey, commander, the prefect of Mianzhou is still kneeling outside."

"In the future, there will be no need for a prefect in Mianzhou City."

………

When the cavalry of Fort Green Willow came back to the fort, it was already broad daylight. After a night of raiding, the results were plentiful. Of course they were tired, but when they took off their armor and had lunch, the soldiers were still very excited.

"The first level is to register and take inventory first, then load the car, and tomorrow I will personally send it to Nanwang City."

After Zheng Fan simply ordered, he went back to the room by himself. According to his habit, when the troops came back, there was already a young lady who had already boiled hot water for the master to take a bath.

Sitting in the tub, Zheng Fan squinted his eyes comfortably, the feeling of being soaked in hot water after a tired body for a day is beyond words to describe.

At this time, Yun girl opened the door and walked in, saying:

"Master, the fourth grandma said that she will sew up and treat the wounds of some soldiers who have suffered trauma. Let me wait for you to take a bath first."

Zheng Fan nodded.

Yun girl began to rub Zheng Fan's back.

Zheng Fan remembered that after waking up from this world, the first thing he saw was this girl Yun. It was almost a year ago, and she had changed at the age of 18, and she didn't look as immature as before.

Since this period of time, Zheng Fan's daily life has been mostly taken care of by Si Niang, and he doesn't need outsiders to take care of him, so it is really difficult to get in touch with Yun girl on weekdays.

Now, she is responsible for taking care of those little ladies.

After taking a bath, Zheng Fan put on the leopard skin pajamas he got from the Hyena Gang under the service of Yun girl, and lay down under the blanket.

Yun girl knelt down beside the bed and poured water for Zheng Fan. Then, looking at Zheng Fan, she said:

"Master, do you need someone to accompany you?"

"I'm tired."

"Yes, master."

Yun girl exited the room knowingly.

There was a smile on the corner of Zheng Fan's mouth. Although he didn't plan to eat it, but a little girl wanted to recommend her own pillow mat. This feeling is actually quite good.

There are actually quite a lot of men who can control their lower body, but there are very few men who can even purify their hearts. In fact, even women, when they see handsome guys or high-quality uncles, they will also have the urge to lick the screen.

Zheng Fan closed his eyes, he was really tired, and he had to go to Nanwang City tomorrow to settle his military achievements, so he probably had a lot of thoughts, so let's go to bed first.

While sleeping in a daze, Zheng Fan seemed to hear the door being pushed open, and soon, a plump body slipped into his bed.

Familiar body fragrance, familiar curvature, familiar feeling.

Zheng Fan never thought of himself as Yu Jiekong before, but when he was with Siniang, he really enjoyed this feeling.

Not doing anything, just hugging like this, not very simple, but very beautiful.

This time, I slept very comfortably.

When she woke up, Siniang had already got up before her, and she was sitting beside the bed, knitting clothes.

Zheng Fan opened his eyes and looked at Si Niang. In his previous life, his parents' marriage broke up early, and there is no such memory in his memory. When you wake up, your mother is sitting next to you, knitting a sweater.

Although it's a bit weird to put Siniang into the perspective of my "mother".

But in this fortress, the ones who are mentally normal are rare animals.

Si Niang saw that Zheng Fan was awake, and seeing that Zheng Fan didn't speak, she didn't speak either, silently doing her own thing at hand.

This silent atmosphere seemed to last for almost an hour before Zheng Fan stretched his waist and asked:

"What time is it, Si Niang?"

"I guess it's almost dawn."

"Well, then I'll get up and take a shower."

Get out of bed, get dressed, wash, and after washing, Siniang has already brought in the food.

White porridge with pickles, simple but delicate.

Zheng Fan picked up a salted duck egg and asked while peeling it:

"The blind man is still awake?"

"It's estimated that she will be in a coma for a few days." Siniang said.

"Um."

The blind man had succeeded in manipulating Mrs. Daxi, but the timely appearance of the army prevented Zheng Fan from entering the city.

At this time, Ah Ming walked over. Although Ah Ming suffered a lot of arrows yesterday, it may be because he drank a lot of "water", so his complexion looked good.

"My lord, the heads are counted and loaded."

Counting heads is not an easy task. It is not a problem to be afraid of such things. The key is the identification and distribution of heads. Because some sentinels sacrificed a lot for the group, they must also allocate a part The first level to make compensation.

"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."

With a bulging water bag tied around his waist, Ah Ming went to his room to find a coffin. Some people like the feeling of drinking coffee in Starbucks, and Ah Ming likes to lie in a coffin "anemic".

"My lord, San'er hasn't come back yet." Si Niang 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."

The powerful prisoner soldiers are really easy to use. 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 own Green Willow Fort to those aristocratic criminal soldiers 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, I'm busy appeasing the Huo family."

"Oh, yes."

Zheng Fan nodded.

Huo Guang died in battle, and the Huo family suddenly had no leader. Liang Cheng now went to appease him as he should.

The biggest problem for the clan soldiers is that they have a strong sense of clan, and Zheng Fan doesn't really like having 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 kept people thousands of miles away.

Looking back at himself, the heads of the carts, 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 household registration of the Yan people, what the powerful soldiers want is the freedom of their relatives, and what they can gain is probably the official position and more resources.

Zheng Fan really didn't think carefully about whether he would rule the world, whether he wanted to walk on the road of being a master, and what he would do after he got there.

But he 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 Taiwei Yang, I will wait for him in Mianzhou City tomorrow."

With the arrival of each army, 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 big 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 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?"

"this………"

"This boy, now he can't ask his uncles for cavalry, hehe.

Forget it, transfer a thousand horses from my direct subordinate camp to him. Since you want to make trouble, you can't be too petty.

Come and not reciprocate! "

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Thanks for the overcast inspiration.

The upstairs neighbor was doing renovations, and the electric drill rang for a whole day, which made Long, a "person" with an upside-down routine, 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.