The devil is coming

Chapter 149 Coming and not being indecent
"Your Majesty, Liang Youda, would like to see Commander Zhong!"
The new magistrate of Mianzhou City tremblingly knelt outside to beg for an audience. Beside him were officials from Mianzhou City.
This scene seems a bit unbelievable. The civil servants of Qian Kingdom often automatically upgrade to three levels when facing military commanders. Even when facing military commanders with a higher level than themselves, they often look down upon them.
However, the old Xianggong Zhong who was in the government office at this time was a special case. Zhong Wendao, who had passed his age, could be said to be a living fossil in the military circles of Qian State. The Zhong family had been guarding the southwest for Da Qian for nearly a hundred years.
Zhong Wendao's influence can no longer be described simply as "military general".
Facing the Mianzhou magistrate's request for an audience, Zhong Wendao just took the towel from the soldier inside the door and wiped his face without paying attention.
He didn't bother to pay attention to it, and he didn't bother to pay attention to it.
"Cough cough..."
After a while, Zhong Wendao sat down on the chair, waved his hand, and motioned to the soldiers to move the brazier in front of him.
Winter in the north is bitter and cold, unlike the heat and humidity in the southwest, but Mr. Zhong is old and doesn't like the heat of the charcoal basin.
"Bring it up."
The person he brought up was 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 messy and his eyes were a little dazed. However, after seeing Zhong Wendao sitting at the front seat, he immediately knelt down:
"The guilty general Meng Gong, please see Commander Zhong!"
"Get up, cough..."
Mr. Zhong started coughing again. He really hated the climate in the North.
But there was nothing I could do about it. In the past, I only knew that the armaments on the three sides were very weak, but at least half of the military expenditure of the imperial court was consumed every year. Zhong Xianggong thought, even if they were weak, they could still make some progress, right?
Who could have imagined that Lieutenant Yang's letter and the reactions of the princes in the court made Zhong Wendao a little surprised. The three sides that consume more than half of the military expenditure every year have become so ridiculous?
It's easy to say that you can't stop the Yan people from moving the Zhenbei army from the desert. The Yan people's Zhenbei army hasn't gone south yet, and the Jingnan army has only been dispatched once, but it has already defeated Yang Tai. Wei was frightened.
Gee...
It is impossible to say that Zhong Wendao is not angry at all. If those military expenditures can be used for his own Western Army, the lives of his sons can be more comfortable, and the attack on the restless chieftains can naturally be more swift. It is not impossible for some, even if they operate for a few years, to completely wipe out Southwest Tusi.
Of course, Zhong Wendao could only keep these thoughts in his mind. A few years ago, the imperial court had begun to disintegrate and suppress the Western Army as a military group. However, although the Western Army was not from his Zhong family, However, the various warlords of the Western Army were actually closely surrounding the Zhong family and only the Zhong family followed suit. This made the court's methods unable to achieve much real results.
This time the Yan people are about to go south, which can be regarded as helping the Western Army to relieve the siege.
As a general, Zhong Wendao would really rather face the enemy's swords, guns, and soldiers than waste his brains with the princes in the court.
"Guilty general? What crime are you guilty of?"
"This……"
Meng Gong didn't know what to say.
"If Mianzhou City is defended, you have done meritorious service."
Meng Gong kowtowed again and said:
"Thank you, Commander Zhong, for protecting me."
At this time of year, Zhong Wendao is qualified to characterize this matter.
Of course, although when the Western Army arrived, there were actually people fighting among themselves in Mianzhou City, the city failed to let the Yan people in after all.
"It's hard for you." Zhong Wendao said with emotion.
"The end will not dare."
Meng Gong lowered his head.
Looking at Meng Gong, Zhong Wendao couldn't help but think of Meng Gong's father, and then thought of the time when he and Meng Gong's father stood together beside the assassin-faced husband.
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:
"Seal the whole city and search it for me."
"As ordered."
The soldiers went out.
Zhong Wendao sighed and said:
"Prince Fu, he's dead."
"..." Meng Gong.
"The body was found in the stable, but the head was missing."
"How, how is this possible?"
"It should have been done by a Yan spy who sneaked into the city."
"Prince Fu, Prince Fu is a good prince."
"Ha." Zhong Wendao didn't take it seriously and said: "What I'm worried about is that if the Yan people are really responsible for it, then even if the Yan people fail to attack Mianzhou City this time, King Fu's head will be even more valuable than if they attacked Mianzhou City again. The impact brought by the state city is even greater."
Meng Gong lowered his head and said nothing.
"That's all, that's all. Since King Fu is dead, you, Meng Gong, should also be dead."
"The last general, follow orders."
With that said, Meng Gong stood up and prepared to take the sword from the soldiers and kill himself.
This scene all fell into Zhong Wendao's eyes, and he said again:
"Let's call him Zhong Gong from now on."
Meng Gong was stunned.
"First take advantage of your father. When this war is over, based on your merits, this section will be erased, and you can be called Meng Gong again."
This is the simplest method and saves a lot of hassle.
"Thank you Zhongshuai!"
Meng Gong knelt down again.
"Do you know who is leading the troops to attack the city this time?"
"The end will not know."
"The pillar outside the door says, Zheng Fan, guarding Cuiliu Fort."
"Is it Zheng Fan again?"
"I'm addicted to Mianzhou City."
What Zheng Shoubei didn't know was that the last time he broke into Mianzhou City, he chopped off the heads of many officials and left a message. This not only made him take the blame for the "Chahe Village" incident, but he also This time's whereabouts were secretly circulated by the imperial court to the desks of various military bosses.
It can be regarded as... becoming famous in the enemy country.
"This son's methods are very strange." Meng Gong could only reply, "And he is very powerful in using troops."
"Please tell me in detail."
"As ordered."
Meng Gong told everything from the attack on the Yan people to the storming of the door to the last moment when Mrs. Da Xi suddenly went crazy and caused internal strife between the local soldiers and the soldiers in the city.
Zhong Wendao kept 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 Yan people's fortress?"
"should be."
"Listening to what you said, that Yan native Zheng Fan is quite a figure. He attacked Mianzhou City twice. He succeeded the first time and almost succeeded the second time. He also knew how to judge the situation and know how to make the right decisions. Compatible."
With that said, Zhong Wendao looked at his own soldiers and said:
"Go and inform the Silver Armored Guards tomorrow that I want the details of Zheng Fan. By the way, send another cavalry team to meet Tianlang."
said,
Zhong Wendao rubbed his eyebrows again,
Road:
"I'm tired, let's rest."
"Commander, the bedroom has been decorated."
"Yeah, Meng Gong."
"The end is here."
"You are tired too. Change your clothes. From now on, you will be my personal soldier and help me plan. Later, someone will take you to show you the defense map. I want to see what you are doing." Inherit your father's legacy."
"In the end, I will definitely live up to the commander's expectations."
"Ah."
Zhong Wendao walked into the back bedroom with the support of his own soldiers.
"Commander, the words on the pillar will be erased later."
"Why are you wiping it? Didn't the person who wiped it come the same way last time? Keep it for all the civil and military personnel coming in and out to see, and know your shame and then be brave."
"I understand, my subordinates. Also, Marshal, do you want the Silver Armored Guard to hand over a note to the superiors first?"
"how?"
Those who can serve as soldiers around Zhong Wendao are just like the servants of the Li family. They are basically the children of the family or the children of the Western Army, so they can speak more freely to Zhong Wendao in private. After all, Zhong Wendao is their elder.
"Commander, it's easy for him to commit taboos."
"Breaking taboos? Is this commander here to fight or just talk nonsense? He, Emperor Yan, can hand over all the secret agents of Yinlang County to Tian Wujing, why can't I, Zhong Wendao, use this silver-armored guard?"
"The Silver Armored Guard may not reply."
"Haha, then tell them that I always like to sacrifice the flag before a battle. This time I came in a hurry and didn't bring the death row prisoners."
"Subordinates obey."
"The boundary of Mianzhou is pretty good. Let the Western Army units behind them set up camp and defend themselves near Mianzhou City."
"I obey, Commander. The prefect of Mianzhou is still kneeling outside."
"From now on, Mianzhou City will no longer need a prefect."
.........
When the cavalry of Cuiliu Fort returned to the fort, it was already daylight. After a night of raiding, they had achieved rich results. Of course they were tired, but when they took off their armor and had lunch, the soldiers were still very excited.
"The first level will be registered and inventoried, and then loaded into the truck. I will personally send it to Nanwang City tomorrow."
Zheng Fan gave simple instructions and then went back to his room. According to his habit, when the troops came back, there would already be a young lady who had boiled hot water for the master to take a bath.
Sitting in the bathtub, Zheng Fan squinted his eyes comfortably. The feeling of relief after being soaked in hot water for a tired body after a day's work is simply indescribable in words.
At this time, Girl Yun opened the door and walked in, saying:
"Master, Fourth Grandma said that she would stitch up the wounds of some injured soldiers. Please let me take care of your bath first."
Zheng Fan nodded.
Girl Yun started to rub Zheng Fan's back.
Zheng Fan remembered that the first thing he saw after he woke up from this world was this girl Yun. It had been almost a year since the girl changed her age, and girl Yun didn't look as childish as before.
During this period of time, Zheng Fan's daily life has been mostly taken care of by Siniang, and there is no need for outsiders to take care of him, so it is indeed difficult to contact Yun Yatou 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 and lay down on the bed with Girl Yun taking care of him.
Girl Yun knelt down beside the bed and helped Zheng Fan pour water. Then, she looked at Zheng Fan and said:
"Master, do you need someone to accompany you?"
"I'm tired."
"Yes, Master."
Yun Yatou exited the room knowingly.
A smile appeared on Zheng Fan's lips. Although he didn't plan to eat, it was actually quite a good feeling that a young girl was planning to recommend herself a pillow mat.
There are actually quite a few men who can control their lower body, but there are very few who can purify their inner desires. In fact, even women will have the urge to lick the screen when they see a handsome guy or a high-quality uncle.
Zheng Fan closed his eyes. He was really tired. He had to go to Nanwang City tomorrow to settle his military achievements. He was probably thinking a lot, so he should go to sleep first.
While he was drowsily asleep, Zheng Fan seemed to hear the door of the room being pushed open, and soon, a plump body got into his bed.
Familiar body scent, familiar curvature, familiar feeling.
Zheng Fan had never considered himself a sister-controller before, but when he was with Siniang, he really enjoyed this feeling.
You didn't do anything, just holding her like this. It wasn't very innocent, but it was very beautiful.
This sleep was very comfortable.
When he woke up, Siniang had already gotten up before him and was sitting by the bed knitting clothes.
Zheng Fan opened his eyes and looked at Siniang. In his previous life, his parents' marriage broke up early, but there was no such memory image in his memory. When you woke up, your mother was sitting next to you, knitting a sweater.
Although it is a bit weird to put Si Niang into the perspective of her "mother".
But in this fortress, those with normal spirits are rare animals.
Siniang saw that Zheng Fan was awake, and when Zheng Fan didn't speak, she didn't speak either and silently did what she was doing.
This silent atmosphere seemed to last for almost an hour before Zheng Fan stretched out and asked:
"What time is it, Si Niang?"
"I guess it's almost dawn."
"Well, let me get up and wash up."
Get out of bed, get dressed, and wash up. After washing up, Siniang has already brought in the food.
White porridge with pickles, simple yet exquisite.
Zheng Fan picked up a salted duck egg and asked while peeling it:
"The blind man hasn't woken up yet?"
"I'll probably be in a coma for a few days," Siniang said.
"Ah."
The blind man's control of Mrs. Da Xi was actually successful, but the timely appearance of the army prevented Zheng Fan from entering the city.
At this time, A Ming came over. Although A Ming received a lot of arrows yesterday, it might be because he drank a lot of "water", so his complexion looked pretty good.
"My Lord, the heads have been counted and loaded into the vehicle."
Counting heads is not an easy task. Being afraid of such things is not a problem. The key is to identify the heads and share the profit. Because some sentry riders have sacrificed a lot for the group, they must also share some of it. The head is used as compensation.
"Thanks for your hard work."
"My lord, please eat slowly. I'm going to rest. Call me again when you plan to go to Nanwang City."
"it is good."
With a bulging water bag tied around his waist, A Ming went to his room to look for a coffin. Some people like the feeling of drinking coffee in Starbucks, but A Ming likes to lie "anemic" in a coffin.
"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 protect his life.
"Even if something happens, it will probably happen already. We have to express our condolences."
"Too."
Zheng Fan nodded.
After scraping the last bit of porridge from the bottom of the bowl into his mouth, Zheng Fan clapped his hands and said:
"This time I went out and gained a lot. It's time to take advantage of Xu Wenzu again."
The Clan Punishment Soldier is really easy to use. With real heads captured, Xu Wenzu can be more calm and tough when opening a back door for himself. Zheng Fan is also looking forward to expanding his army.
Furthermore, the attraction of one's own Cuiliu Fort to those elite prisoners will also be greatly enhanced.
There is no need to worry about military morale or anything else.
"What is A Cheng busy with now?"
"Go back to the Lord, you are busy appeasing the Huo family."
"Oh, yes."
Zheng Fan nodded.
Huo Guang died in the battle, and the Huo family was suddenly leaderless. It was only right that Liang Cheng went to comfort him now.
The biggest problem with the clan soldiers is that they have a strong sense of clan, and Zheng Fan doesn't like having too many mountains under his control.
When the sun came out and it was almost nine o'clock, Zheng Fan called out to A Ming. Xiao Yibo led his men and drove the trucks to get ready.
Zheng Fan mounted his horse and took a deep breath. Although the sun had come out, the temperature in the air was still as warm as a person thousands of miles away.
Looking back at the cart of heads behind him, Zheng Fan suddenly had a feeling in his heart that he had when he was playing Farm Pastoral in his previous life, as if the cart was not pulling heads, but corns and flowers.
It seems that he is farming. This time, he is taking his crops to Nanwang City for sale.
What the barbarian soldiers under his command want is the Yan household registration, and what the clan soldiers want is the freedom of family members. What they can gain is probably official positions and more resources.
Zheng Fan really hasn't thought about whether he wants to rule the world, whether he wants to take the path of being superior to others, and what he will do after he takes it.
But he likes this feeling of struggle and gain very much. This process can already bring people a great sense of satisfaction.
"My lord, shall we set off?" A Ming asked.
Zheng Fan nodded, the morning sunlight shone on his face, he raised his hand holding the riding crop,
ordered:
"set off!"
.........
Outside Mianzhou City, several Western Army soldiers and horses have gathered. They started to build a camp with Mianzhou City as the center. Everything seemed orderly. This was a kind of strong force that had not been seen in the three sides of the Qian Kingdom for a long time. Military weather.
In the magistrate's office in Mianzhou City, Zhong Wendao was already awake. As an older person, his sleep time is naturally shorter.
While having breakfast, some soldiers came to report.
Zhong Wendao nodded and said:
"Reply to Lieutenant Yang, I will wait for him in Mianzhou City tomorrow."
With the arrival of various armies, naturally the talkers from each army need to meet for a meeting.
Taiwei Yang chose Mianzhou City as the place to meet. In fact, he took the initiative to put down his arrogance and recognized Zhong Wendao's leadership role among the many branches of the army.
On major issues of right and wrong, this eunuch has always been able to see clearly.
Putting down his chopsticks, Zhong Wendao asked the soldiers around him:
"Where's Tianlang?"
"Go back to the commander-in-chief. The young general is probably still resting. It was already quite late when he came back last night."
"Rest, can he rest?"
"This………"
"This boy can't ask for cavalry from his uncles now, haha.
Forget it, give him a thousand cavalry from my direct battalion. Since you are going to cause trouble, you can't be too petty. His Yan people can come, but my cadres can't go?
It is rude to come and not reciprocate! "
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Thanks for the cloudy day inspiration.
The neighbor upstairs was renovating, and the electric drill had been ringing all day long, which made Long, a person with a disrupted schedule, miserable. This chapter was not very satisfactory, so I published it first.
The next chapter may be a little late, so I’ll try to write more, maybe at two o’clock in the morning.
(End of this chapter)