Swan Mouth, the Central Army’s tent, this tent is far from comparable to the general’s tent, but at this moment, many people from the Northwest Army gathered in the tent.

The battle at Qiaotan shocked the entire northwest. The generals, side generals and guerrilla generals of the northwest battalions all rushed towards the swan mouth. General Song Naifeng came here in person. What should we do about this matter? The right and wrong must be decided by the general!

Of course, the push behind the two brothers Song Wenjie and Song Wenhua cannot be ignored, and it is no exaggeration to say that the posture of Swan Mouth is a trial, a trial of Song Wensong.

It was just early in the morning. The general had just come to the tent to discuss matters, and many military generals came to the tent to pay their respects. The atmosphere was lively and lively. In the secret, the two brothers Song Wenjie and Song Wenhua were also making arrangements. The army in the northwest was secretly mobilizing with the swan mouth as the center.

In such an atmosphere, Song Wenhua's face looked better than yesterday, and the eldest brother Song Wenjie who was rushing to the dust seemed more proud and confident.

"Here, come! The third general is here!"

Outside the tent, the shouts of sentries suddenly came, and the central military tent immediately became noisy, and many people walked out of the tent and looked into the distance.

"How many people have come? Have you seen it clearly?" Song Wenhua shouted at the sentry with a blue face.

"There are only more than twenty riders in total, and the leader is the third young master. Hey, there is also a carriage following behind!"

Without the sentry's reply, everyone had already seen clearly that in the snow in the distance, a small team of cavalry rode their horses towards this side. In front of the central army's tent, the refusal was arranged and the guards were on high alert. Everyone's eyes were turned to this team of cavalry.

The cavalry was getting closer and closer, and the cavalry in front was tall and fat, with a powerful force, especially the long and thick iron spear, which was the most eye-catching. Who was this person not the third son Song Wensong?

Under the attention of everyone, time seemed to be fast moving forward. The cavalry who was still far away had arrived in front of him. At this time, everyone saw clearly that Song Wensong led his personal guards to only more than twenty cavalry in total.

Although there were not many of these twenty riders, they rushed from afar, as fast as lightning and as fierce as a tiger. This momentum seemed to be galloping in thousands of horses, especially the third son Song Wensong.

He rode on a tall horse, wearing a golden chain mail, a red tassel helmet, and a long spear in his hand. He was majestic and imposing, just like a god of war descending. No one could help but praise him: "A powerful general!"

"Neal..." He rushed to the central army tent, Song Wensong pulled his horse, and the crimson horse raised its four hooves. Song Wensong's eyes widened and shouted, "Why are you rejecting my horse?"

A team of guards in front of the military tent was frightened by Song Wensong's momentum, and their faces changed drastically. The leader's most calm voice was trembling. He said, "I dare to ask where the general came from? Why did he come? You should not take a knife and jump into the horse in front of the general's tent!"

Song Wensong rolled his eyes and laughed, saying, "Are you blinded your dog's eyes? Even your third grandfather doesn't know you? Damn it! I really need to beat you. Today I will give you some memory!"

After Song Wensong finished speaking, he suddenly grabbed the horse's belly. The red war horse under his crotch rushed forward like an arrow. The Joe in front could not stop it. The horse actually soared into the air, crossed the Joe directly, rushed past the Joe gate in an instant, and rushed straight to the front of the Central Army's tent.

"Ah..." Everyone's expressions changed drastically. The guards at the gate turned pale. The people waiting in front of the central army tent also hurriedly dodged. The second young master Song Weihua was so scared that he hid behind the guard and shouted:

"Quick, hurry, where are the guards?"

"Haha!" Song Wensong laughed loudly. He strangled the horse again. The man jumped off the horse and looked around and said, "Why are you doing such a big show? I don't have that much face, so I don't have to greet you, haha..."

Song Wensong laughed, and Song Wenhua couldn't hold back his face, and stood up and said, "Third brother, you are too presumptuous! Do you know that your father is in the tent, and you are so reckless, can you not even take your father seriously?"

Song Wensong grinned, clasped his fists and said, "Hello, second brother! I just heard that my father had come to the swan mouth, so I rushed over to pay my respects!

Seeing that my second brother and all the adults are here, I was just joking with you. Why are you so panicked?"

Song Wensong looked around while talking. At this time, the guards on both sides came. Looking at the inside and outside of the central military tent, there were hundreds of guards arranged. These guards were all elite soldiers, all of whom were cold-hearted, holding swords and axes in their hands. They were obviously prepared. Song Wensong sneered, as if he hadn't heard of these arrangements, but turned around and said:

"Hurry, help my second brother out of the car and go to see the general with me!"

At this time, everyone saw a carriage parked outside the gate. Several personal guards helped a weak young man get out of the car. Seeing the young man wearing an official robe, his face was pale, and he was shaking when he walked, and his face was very strange.

Song Wensong laughed and said, "Everyone, this is my Yumu County Magistrate Lu Zhenglu, and he is also a sworn brother whom he has given again. He is a man from Jiangnan. He is known as the number one talented man in Jiangnan. Although he is weak in literature, he is extremely strong in character. He is an enemy of Dai Gao in the capital and has a great reputation!"

Someone knew about Song Wensong's introduction. After all, Lu Zheng is one of the few officials who came to the northwest from the capital. Lu Zheng was very famous in the capital. After arriving in the northwest, he even made a big splash in Shatian County.

Among the many people, a general stood up and laughed: "Lord Lu is getting more and more prosperous now. Lord Lu, do you still know me?"

Lu Zheng was so disgusted by the car that he felt extremely uncomfortable. When he looked up and saw the person who was talking, he frowned slightly and said, "General Feng, don't be fine! It's important to pay homage to the general now. I will talk to General Feng after the matter is over!"

After Lu Zheng finished speaking, the two of them followed Song Wensong into the central army tent. Song Wensong entered the tent and saw his father sitting upright on the central seat. His heart sank and immediately knelt down and said, "I will pay homage to the general to the end!"

Lu Zheng did not kneel down, but bowed according to the etiquette of the lower-ranking officials to pay homage to the upper-ranking officials and bowed: "The magistrate of Xiaguan Yumu County greeted the general!"

Song Naifeng's eyes swept across Lu Zheng and Song Wensong like a knife, snorted softly, and said, "Wen Song, are you aware of your crime today?"

When Song Wensong heard his father's words, his heart was cold and he subconsciously couldn't help but shake his hands. He was not afraid of heaven or earth, but he was afraid of Song Naifeng from the bottom of his heart. He dared to be in front of anyone, but he really couldn't stand it in front of Song Naifeng.

One thing is lowered by another. Seeing this, Lu Zheng couldn't help but narrow his eyes and coughed softly. Song Wensong lowered his head, took a deep breath, and said, "Father, I don't understand what crime he has committed! Please make it clear!"

Song Wensong did not call him the general, but changed to his father. The change in his title just reflected the subtle changes in his heart.

Song Wenhua and Song Wenjie were both here. Song Wenhua couldn't help it, and stood up and said angrily: "Third brother, do you still have to pretend to be confused? You are so brave. You dare to send troops to Qiaotan. You obviously don't take your father seriously. What's the difference between your behavior and rebellion?"

Song Wensong raised his head and looked at Song Wenhua and said, "Second brother, Cheng Juhu did not obey the order and planned to rebel. I sent troops to suppress it in time. I am about to report this to my father today!"

"You fart! You are so slandering. Cheng Juhu will rebel if he is tired of my Song family's grace? You are really talking lies with your eyes open! I'm afraid no one here can believe your statement!" Song Wenhua said.

Song Wensong grinned and said, "Second brother, you and I are brothers. In this battle between Cheng Juhu, you firmly believe that Cheng Juhu is loyal, but you insist that I want to rebel. What is the reason for this? I am a child of the Song family, and the general is my biological father. Do you think I rebel is also a slander?"

"You..." Song Wenhua didn't expect that Song Wensong was so smart, and he was speechless for a moment. He stared at Song Wensong for a while and said:

"You... you brought Cheng Juhu here, and we confronted each other in this tent. So many people are here, let everyone be a witness!"

"Haha!" Song Wensong laughed loudly, his laughter slowly faded, and a stern look appeared on his face, saying, "The second brother is telling a joke. People like Cheng Juhu who disrespects the orders and intends to rebel against the bold and reckless people. How can I be ruthless to him?

In the battle of Qiaotan, I not only took over Cheng Juhu's soldiers, but the thief also died under my iron spear! I came to bring his head today!"

After Song Wensong finished speaking, he changed a black cloth bag from his hand by magic. He threw the cloth bag on the ground, and a cold and sequential man rolled out of the cloth bag. Who would it be if it were Cheng Juhu?

The audience was in an uproar. Song Wenhua opened his eyes wide and his face was pale. He looked at Song Wensong, and his face showed horror. Suddenly his legs became soft and he knelt on the ground, howling and cried:

"General, you have to make the decision for General Cheng! Third brother... Third brother is going to disrupt the northwest and to cause chaos in the northwest army!"

Song Naifeng frowned slightly, expressionless. When Song Wenjie saw this, he immediately stepped forward to agree. For a moment, almost everyone in the entire camp pointed the finger at Song Wensong.

In their perception, what Song Wensong did was really incredible. He was shocked by the northwest when he sent troops to Qiaotan. He actually killed Cheng Juhu. Cheng Juhu is Song Naifeng's confidant general and is one of the eight great kings. This man has made great achievements in combat and died like this. This is really unacceptable.

The people who came today were all the confidant subordinates of the second and eldest sons. They could not stand on Song Wensong's side, so Song Wensong was destined to be the target of public criticism in the account.

Faced with the accusations of many people, Song Wensong clenched his fists, and he was angry and nervous inside. Subconsciously, he turned his eyes to Lu Zheng. To be honest, he was really scared.

He was afraid that Song Naifeng would take him down in anger. If he lost the military power in his hands, he would be finished in the northwest from now on and would never be released.
Chapter completed!