Ming Dynasty: Starting from Liaodong Jiangmen

Chapter 62

"Wu Weiying, don't think that you have a title, that's too presumptuous!"

"In this attack on Luanzhou, only the Shenshu Battalion from the capital camp participated. You guys have just arrived outside the city. What effort did you make? We haven't entered the city yet. How can you have the nerve to go first?"

More and more Liao soldiers gathered around, first pointing out the scene, and after listening to others tell what happened, they turned around and joined in.

They have been resentful for a long time against the arrogance of some noble men in the capital.

Wu Weiying, the respectful waiter, looked confident and sneered: "Okay, we won't be allowed to enter the city. No one will enter Luanzhou today. We will eat and drink just as much as outside the city!"

"Let's go, brothers, let's have a celebration banquet!"

The nobles from the Beijing camp followed Wu Weiying, showing provocative smiles to the glaring Liao army, and walked past them one after another, showing no fear of the latter Jin army before the war.

Today is not only the Ming Dynasty's victory in regaining Luanzhou, but also a rare good day for Wu Weiying and this group of nobles in the capital, because they eliminated a competitor.

Except for the Shenshu Camp, which was reorganized by Li Shunzu himself, the soldiers in the Beijing Camp, the other five armies and three thousand battalions were mostly descendants of the capital's hereditary nobles. They did nothing but had ready-made official positions waiting for them and had royal rations to eat.

They have always been very contemptuous and hostile to the Liao troops who came from the barbaric land of Liaodong.

Although the two sides were at war with each other, most of the generals of the Liao army did not dare to clash too much. After all, the two sides were not in the same system. If there was a quarrel, it would be they, the Liao army from outside the country, who would suffer.

The Beijing camp quickly set up camp opposite the Liao army's camp. Soon after the camp was set up, a steady stream of carriages came out of Luanzhou City and began to deliver various supplies to them.

"His!" A Liao army commander drank the porridge from his bowl. The more he drank, the more unhappy he felt. He immediately threw his rice bowl, stood up and raised his arms and shouted:

"We men worked hard to regain the lost territory. How many brothers died?"

"Now that we have achieved military exploits, we can only drink gruel. These Jingye guys have done nothing but sit across from us, drinking wine and eating meat!"

His actions also caused more Liao soldiers to rise up and respond.

Around the camp, the sound of bowls being thrown was heard one after another. More and more Liao soldiers felt that the bowl of gruel in their hands could only fill their stomachs and was really difficult to swallow.

"go!"

"Go find them!"

"I am coming too!"

Soon, the Liao army camp was filled with anger.

Even the generals at all levels in the central military tent walked out of the tent, looked at the wooden bowls filled with gruel in their hands, and then smelled the aroma of meat wafting in the air, their faces very ugly.

None of the generals of the Liao army took action to stop them. They watched groups of Liao soldiers walking out of the camp, making noisy noises outside the camp in Beijing, with sneers on their faces.

"Bullshit!"

As a horse galloped back from the Luanhe River, a powerful voice resounded throughout the Liao army camp.

When everyone saw it, their faces immediately became solemn.

"See you, Lord Zhongjun!"

The one who came back was the general in charge of the main attack on Luanzhou, He Kegang of the Ningyuan Guard Army.

He stood on horseback in front of the Liao army camp, and smelled the aroma of meat in the air, but he quickly got off his horse and picked up half a bowl of gruel thrown by the soldiers on the ground.

Standing in front of everyone, He Kegang drank half the bowl of gruel in his hand, then raised the wooden bowl, looked around the silent camp, and said loudly:

"You all want justice, don't you?"

Everyone in the Liao army holding wooden bowls also stopped throwing the bowls, imitated He Kegang, drank the gruel, and raised the wooden bowls.

"We want to eat meat!"

"Eat meat!"

He Kegang hesitated slightly and felt the trembling of the sand under his feet. He thought it was time and raised his voice: "Well, I will take you to seek justice."

"These gruels were requested by Li Xunwei from Shenshu Camp in front of His Majesty. 1.1 rice was hard-earned. Shenshu Camp was about to return to the camp after the bloody battle in Luanhe!"

"If you do this and Li Xunwei sees it, will it chill his heart?"

At this time, He Kegang's servants, who had been arranged early, also began to loudly publicize the battle that took place near the Luanhe River in the afternoon in the Liao army camp, as well as the news that the Liao army had been betrayed.For a time, the people in the camp were even more furious.

But what is different from before is that the current public anger is within the control of He Kegang. This is also the situation he wants to see. Only by uniting with one voice can it be possible to take the initiative before what is about to happen.

Everyone heard it and looked at each other.

Some Liao soldiers looked at the gruel in their hands and were at a loss.

"Lord Zhongjun, Shenshu Camp is back!"

A horse rushed back and directly detonated the entire Liao army camp.

Under the attention of everyone, an army of about 2000 people, almost crawling out of the blood river, was slowly marching in from the direction of Luanhe River.

Their leader was none other than Li Shunzu, who was carrying a bloody sword.

"Li Xunwei will provide us with justice!"

"There is a traitor in the capital camp who betrays our army!"

The Liao troops in each battalion could no longer suppress their excitement and rushed out of the camp one after another, gathering together with the returning Shenshu camp, like a rushing river, rolling flatly towards the Jingying camp opposite.

In the open space of the Jingying camp, a whole roasted lamb was placed.

The soldiers in the Beijing camp were sitting around the bonfire, seemingly still complaining about not being able to enter the city.

"If it weren't for these local leopards, I would already be living in the city."

"I haven't slept in a military camp in years. The bed is so uncomfortable that my back hurts!"

"Hahaha, you are the girl who was robbed last night, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I am the most disciplined person in the military!"

"If I don't abide by military discipline, then the new Li Xunwei won't kick me out?"

Several noble disciples sat around the bonfire, each using a knife to scrape the mutton and put it in their mouths to taste. Their words were full of dissatisfaction with not being able to enter the city, as well as various discomforts with the sudden life in the military camp.

Wu Weiying used a knife to scrape a mouthful of mutton, chewed it for a few times, then spat it out on the ground with a look of boredom: "Where did these wealthy people from Luanzhou find the sheep? It's so fat and greasy that it makes you feel sick to your stomach!"

"And this cushion, can't you find a softer one? My butt is starting to hurt!"

Wu Weiying said, moving her butt.

An honorable disciple beside him laughed and said: "Master Hou, get over it. At least we have soft cushions to sleep on. I heard that the Liao soldiers opposite can only sleep on straw mats."

Another noble disciple also sneered: "Hahaha, I think after this night, the grass grows on the buttocks of those Liaodong bumpkins?"

Another noble disciple stood up, scraped a piece of mutton, sat down and said, "What are you talking about? Their buttocks are meant to grow grass, and they are destined to sleep on straw mats!"

Wu Weiying sneered and spit out another mouthful of mutton.

"Who are they and are they qualified to be compared with me?"

Several people were complaining, but suddenly they felt the sand beneath their feet trembling.

Wu Weiying raised her head and frowned to check, and happened to see a member of the Beijing camp running towards him in panic.

"Master Hou, it's not good, Li Shunzu is back with the Shenshu Camp!",

"Then Li Shunzu is holding a sword, and a large number of Liao soldiers have gathered behind him. Those who come are not evil!"

Wu Weiying and several close friends were shocked when they heard this and stood up one after another.

"what!?"

"Shouldn't Li Shunzu die on the banks of the Luan River?"

"He shouldn't come back, he can't come back!"

The smiles on the faces of Yu's noble disciples all disappeared. They looked at each other and touched the sabers at their waists. Naturally, they knew best what they had done.

(End of this chapter)