September 17th, the sky is cloudy. .

The war in the northwest was not clear yet, and the attack on Zhongjing Road was in full swing. Under the mottled bloody city wall, teams of people came in and out to comfort the people. The broken Jurchen flag on the wall was ignited and threw it down, and replaced it with the dragon flag of the Wu Dynasty. A large number of Jurchen people in the city were driven together. Some people shouted in Jurchen language on the built earth platform. The indignant figure pointed to the direction of Shangjing to the north and incited emotions among them.

Twenty miles around Zezhou, the soldiers of the Wu Rui army moved everywhere, arresting the fugitives who fled after the war and banning them one by one. In addition, the local gentry, who was not very friendly to the Wu Dynasty army, was knocked open the door of the courtyard and received special treatment. The official granary had soldiers carrying large chariots in and out, and the military camps outside the outer city were warned or killed on the ground if there were any obstacles.

Birds flew across the sky, and the clouds seemed to be raining. A team of Wu Rui army cavalry rushed over from the official road. Not far away was the military camp with high flags. At noon, Wang Gui came back from outside the camp and asked his personal soldiers to wipe the blood stains on his armor. Soon someone came in to look for him, and Zhang Xian, who was second only to Yue Fei in the army.

"If you have something to do? Sit down first." Wang Gui put down his arms, waved his personal soldiers to go down, took the rag and wiped it on his hand armor, and sat down as he said.

Zhang Xian, who was sitting on the stool, looked at the blood that had not been wiped off on his body, squinted his eyes, and said, "Of course there is something wrong."

When Wang Gui heard the other party’s bad tone, he was stunned for a moment, and then he thought of something. He threw the rag on the table, pressed his elbows on his knees, and smiled on his face: "It's all old brothers, just say whatever you have. You are not the kind of person who can hide your words."

"I'll ask you where the Jurchen soldiers who came to surrender a few days ago went?" Zhang Xian said this, took a deep breath and lowered his voice: "And Pengju doesn't seem to know about this. You have always been responsible for the affairs of the camp, so don't do anything to ruin the Northern Expedition."

In the small tent, after a moment of quietness, Wang Gui shook his head as if he was amused, took the rag again and continued to wipe the blood stains on his body, and his voice also came over: "You, it's rare that you didn't have a straight mind this time and poured out all the words. Pengju really didn't know about this. I killed all the Jurchen soldiers who were cast by him the day before yesterday and even yesterday. The bodies were all in the forest of that sacred mountain. You can go over and take a look if you have time."

Seeing the thousands of Jurchens killing all the expressions of calmness and lightness, Zhang Xian rubbed his eyes unbelievably. This was not the cautious and subtle Wang Gui in his knowing.

"Really killed?"

"It's really killed!"

Wang Gui stopped, remained silent for a moment, and raised his head: "I have to kill. Although those Jurchens surrendered, they had to meet Wanyan Zongwang. This is the trouble. If you turn against the battlefield, you can look at it from a distance and find someone who looks similar, but if you want to meet, you will be in trouble. Moreover, with Pengju's nature, he cannot do anything against unarmed people, but those people cannot ignore them, otherwise there will be mutiny and there will be no one to kill."

After a pause, he stood up and walked to the tent. A ray of light tilted down from the gloomy sky clouds, "Old Zhang, don't forget, who gave Pengju's rights? Can the admiral let him go from a small school to his current position, and others can also let us return to our original form in one sentence. Are you still willing to go back? Be a big soldier?"

Without waiting for the latter to reply, he turned around and looked over, and his voice gradually grew higher.

"But I don't want it. Pengju, you asked him to go into battle to kill the enemy, and you didn't frown. But letting him cling to others is more uncomfortable than killing him. So I can only do this. Kill some people to let the people of the Dongchang feel at ease. Don't say it out, just let Pengju be a pure general with peace of mind."

After Wang Gui said these words, Zhang Xian pursed his lips and looked a little complicated. He met Yue Fei and almost said anything, but at this moment he became a little hesitant.

"Okay, I won't tell him, I just hope you are really doing it for his own good." After a long time, he finally said what he kept in his heart and bowed his hands and walked out of the camp.

Wang Gui looked at the tent without personnel and just chuckled, but soon after, the curtain was lifted and someone came in. He hurriedly stepped forward and bowed: "I have met Eunuch Feng."

The figure wearing a palace robe walked slowly into the tent with his hands on his back, poured a cup of tea and sat at the top, flipped the documents on the table, looked over at the squint, and said with a smile: "General Wang, our family listened to your words just now."

"This" figure bowed his hands and suddenly bowed: "Please rest assured, my father-in-law. Wang Gui said that just to relieve Zhang Xian's heart. The last one will naturally follow the leader of his father-in-law."

Feng Bao shook his fingers, his eyes became cold and harsh, and his fingertips immediately knocked on the table: "It's the governor."

"Yes, yes, yes, the last one will follow the leader of the governor."

Seeing his fearful and trepidated look, the eunuch with a rolling eyes laughed and nodded in praise: "The Lord of the Supervisor can promote Yue Fei to the lord of the army, so you, Wang Gui, can you. Let's congratulate you in advance. Get up, General Wang."

"yes."

Wang Gui replied in a low voice, slowly stood up, looking at the ground with his eyebrows down. In his drooping gaze, a pair of Dengbao raised boots approached, and a hoarse voice said in his ear: "Don't be too careful. There are people in every army in the East Factory, just to be in case, as long as the main general does not have the intention to rebel, they can be at peace, and Yue Fei is no exception. It's just inconvenient to say it clearly."

Immediately, after a staggering step, Feng Bao patted his shoulder and walked out of the tent with his hands on his back.

"I hope General Wang will work harder. After the Northern Expedition is over, you will be able to stand independent of the army."

Gong Li bowed his hand, and the footsteps had already gone away, but his arm had not been put down for a long time. Wang Gui closed his eyes and sighed slightly. He took a step and the brotherly heart of the past was no longer there.

The gloomy sky finally started to rustle with autumn rain, and misty water vapor was spreading on the foot of the mountain where the yellow leaves were floating. A group of soldiers from the Wu Dynasty walked into the forest with a group of Jurchens talking about noise, looking away, with the purpose of vaguely hanging a banner representing Wanyan Zongwang.

"The Southern people are just stingy, let me be here..."

"I heard that the second prince has lived a very happy life in the Wu Dynasty in recent years. I wonder if he still has the heroic spirit of the past."

"I'll know if I meet first."

...

In the team, the Jurchen language occasionally popped up and talked with the people next to him, and his eyes kept sweeping around. He could see figures walking in the forest, so he became a little alert, and his hand couldn't help but stretched to his waist until he saw the figure walking by with a load and the soil with the smell of mud fell to the ground. The vigilant hand just let go.

"Building fortifications?" Someone was puzzled.

As the sight stretched out and became wider, what caught the eye of these more than a hundred Jurchens was a huge pit of earth, inside which were the bodies of killed Jurchen soldiers were randomly discarded. Under the erosion of the fine autumn rain, the rotten smell came towards us with the wet and cold air.

"The Southerners are cheating!!"

Many Jurchen soldiers who came came felt their scalp numb. The moment they turned around and drew their swords, rows of Wu Chao soldiers holding large shields surrounded them in the forests behind them. The arc-shaped shield wall surrounded them and pushed them down four or five feet deep. These people struggled from the mud pit regardless of the rotten white bones beside them.

However, they were greeted by crossbows protruding from above, and the arrows fell with the raindrops.

…Puff puff puff puff…

Under the gloomy rainy day, figures fell into the pit, and some undead arrows pulled out and inserted into the body twisted in the mud, mixed with vulgar scolding and painful screams.

Our eyes rose from here to the sky, turned to the other end of the sacred mountain in Zezhou. The military commander camp had already stood up, and a large number of Dongchang men were busy setting up camp. Bai Ning, who was walking in this autumn rain, looked at the information in his hand and his expression became cold.

"I asked you to hold Lou Shi, but you... went crazy."

Bai Ning turned around and threw the information to the servant behind him, "Take it to Yue Fei, there is a stalemate there, let him do it according to the situation."

At this time, on the field north of Zezhou, the most elite army of the Jurchens also advanced, and the winding lines of soldiers and flags standing in the rain extended to the end without the sight of the eyes.

A truly upright war of aggression.

The horn blows.
Chapter completed!