"The last general, Wang Ping, has met the king."

In the past few years, Wang Ping's official career has changed and he has become much more confident. At least when he first met Feng Yong, he no longer felt as hasty as when he was a rich man from the countryside entering the city.

At the same time, he was also much more tactful, which can be seen from the way he said "junhou". He only mentioned Feng Yong's title and not his position, thus avoiding embarrassment.

"General Wang is here!"

When Feng Yong saw Wang Ping, his eyes lit up. Whether the Northern Expedition could gain credit would be an important help.

So Feng Junhou came down enthusiastically, personally led Wang Ping to his seat, and then took out a letter from his arms, "This is a letter from Zushi to General Wang. He is far away in Yuexi and cannot come in person this time, so he entrusted me to

I brought a letter to General Wang."

Wang Ping quickly stretched out his hands to take it, with a surprised smile on his face, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Wang Ping and Wang Xun are a very interesting father and son pair.

Wang Ping was illiterate. In order to let Wang Xun become literate and study with Feng Yong, he almost emptied his family's wealth.

Later, Wang Xun followed Feng Yongdong around, and he never failed to read and write. Whenever there was news to be sent to Wang Ping, in addition to having someone deliver a verbal message, he also had to write a letter.

Since Wang Ping became the prefect of Zhu Ti, he learned from others and built an ancestral hall. I heard from Wang Xun that all the letters he wrote to adults were placed on the altar table in the ancestral hall. I don't know whether they are true or false.

Now seeing Wang Ping hiding something so precious and precious in his arms, Feng Yong felt that this was most likely true.

After returning to his seat and sitting down, Feng Yong explained to Wang Ping, "Yue Xun is busy with things, and I need Zizhi to be there to help keep an eye on it, so I can't let General Wang and his son meet this time. I hope General Wang won't be surprised.

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"The Lord is doing this for the sake of the dog. How can I be a person who doesn't know good and evil? Speaking of which, I would like to thank the Lord."

Wang Ping said quickly.

Now that the Wang family is no better than before, there is no need for father and son to fight on the battlefield at the same time. What Feng Yong did was for the Wang family. How could Wang Ping not know?

"Zi Shi is my brother. Our two families have grown apart just by saying thank you. Speaking of which, I should call you uncle in private."

Feng Yong waved his hand.

If Zhao Guang was the first person to be bound to Feng Yong, then the Wang family was the first to be bound to the Feng family.

Before Wang Ping became the leader of the army, Feng Yong was the Wang family's greatest support.

Even after Wang Ping became the leader of the army, as long as he did not reach Feng Yong's height, the Wang family would still be Feng Yong's loyal allies.

"How dare you do this to Ping An?"

Wang Ping was so frightened that he stood up quickly.

"Uncle, please sit down."

Feng Yong clicked his tongue, "It's not a military meeting at this time, so why should we be so formal? When Wenxuan was in Nanzhong, he called you uncle. Didn't Governor Li agree?"

After Wang Ping sat down, he looked a little anxious and uneasy. The rich man who came to the city for the first time appeared again.

"Can the three thousand people my uncle brings this time be able to serve as soldiers?"

As soon as Wang Ping heard Feng Yong mentioning business, he immediately replied, "I got the order from the prime minister to draw the best from the five captains to form a flying army. I also got the help of my nephew, so I don't lack the money and food needed to train the army."

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"These three thousand people are elites carefully selected by someone. Everyone can be a soldier."

A smile appeared on Feng Yong's face and he gave an excited high-five, "Great!"

There was some hesitation on Wang Ping's face, "It's just that when the five captains first established the flying army, the prime minister only gave them two thousand soldiers, and the remaining one thousand were considered auxiliary soldiers. The weapons they held were all short-bladed.

There are long soldiers and strong crossbows."

From this we can see how much power Zhuge Liang really delegated to Feng Yong.

Both were the chief officials of the same county, so Wang Ping could only have two thousand soldiers in his hands, but Feng Yong had several times as many soldiers as Wang Ping.

"It doesn't matter. When you get here, you won't be afraid of not having weapons, but you will be afraid that there will be too few elite soldiers."

Feng Yong said eagerly.

After Nanzhong was pacified, Zhuge Laoyao established five captains, coerced the wealthy families of Nanzhong to pay, and tried to recruit barbarians to form an army, but now most of them can only be regarded as local armies.

The Feijun in Wang Ping's hands was the first recognized professional mercenary army of the Yi people. They could receive monthly rations and pensions if they died in battle. Because they were good at walking on mountain roads and walked as fast as flying, they were called the Feijun.

Wang Ping was born as a Taoist, and the barbarians did not reject him much. Moreover, he could share the joys and sorrows with the soldiers. He was cautious by nature and rigorously trained. It can be said that he was the best general candidate for this army.

But Wang Ping is not Feng Yong. He does not have that much face in front of the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty. Moreover, this army can only be regarded as an experiment in the eyes of Zhuge Lao Yao, so there are only three thousand people, and only two thousand people are allocated to the military standard.

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Three days later, Zhang Ni arrived with his rear army. Feng Yong ordered him and Ju Fu to guard the camp, and he took Li Yi, Huang Chong, Wang Ping and others on horseback to Nanxiang.

Two months ago, Hanzhong cut off the Yishi market from outside, and also blocked all intersections in Hanzhong.

Nanxiang, on the other hand, entered a state of martial law a month ago. Rest breaks have been canceled in ranches, workshops, and mines in the mountains, and personnel must be guaranteed to be on duty at all times.

At the same time, outsiders are not allowed to enter the inner city of Nanxiang.

Without the consumption support in the inner city and the absence of caravans from outside, all the shops outside suddenly became depressed, and many shops even closed down.

The tense atmosphere in Hanzhong made everyone realize one thing: there was going to be a war.

One day, a deep and distant bell rang in the inner city of Nanxiang.

Many people in the outer city are a little strange. Over the past month, the bells in the inner city have been ringing from time to time, and they don't know what happened.

Li Mu, who was lowering his head to settle accounts, raised his head and sat there steadily, listening attentively.

Soon, there was a "dong" sound, and the second sound came after three breaths.

Then the third sound...

As the bells rang more and more often, Li Mu's heart beat faster and faster.

Nine blasts! Nine blasts!

The bells in Nanxiang have never rung so many times!

Li Mu dropped the pen in his hand, stood up suddenly, and shouted, "Here comes someone!"

The assistant hurried in and was about to salute, but Li Mu immediately gave the order, "Send the order to the workshop immediately, and all the managers will come and gather. No one will be left behind!"

As she said that, she pulled up her chair, rushed to the bookshelf next to her, pulled out a stack of paper, and hurried toward the door.

A shrill whistle soon sounded in the workshop, and Li Mu's assistants ran to each workshop, "Ms. Mu has an order, all the managers must assemble quickly!"

The stewards from each workshop rushed out and hurried to where Li Mu was sitting.

After a while, they all ran back to the workshop, each holding a piece of paper in their hands, and shouted to the female workers, "Everyone, gather outside!"

The female workers had rehearsed this situation countless times in the past few years. They silently stopped what they were doing, trotted out, and quickly formed a line.

"Those whose names are read out later must stay. Those whose names are not read out will be sent home immediately after being dismissed. They are not allowed to go out at will. They must be there when called. Anyone who does not obey orders will be removed from the membership!"

The steward shouted sternly, "Remember, you are deregistered and put into hard labor!"

When all the female workers heard this, their expressions were tense, and many of them felt a little relaxed: Is it finally here?

They couldn't help but keep their mouths shut, their faces solemn, they even tried to control their breathing, and stared at the steward closely, for fear of missing a word.

"This is a critical moment. You all must work together to overcome this crisis! In the past few years, Feng Langjun has given us a family, enough food and clothing, and our children can read and write. There is no other place in the world except Nanxiang!"

The steward waved his arms and said impassionedly, "Feng Langjun is our reborn parent. Without him, we would not be here today. Now he needs our help. Whatever he asks for, we will risk our lives to accomplish it!"

"promise!"

Although it was a woman's voice, the shouting out in unison was extremely sonorous and powerful, and the fighting spirit soared to the sky.

The state of emergency in the inner city soon spread to the outside. Police officers in black hats and black clothes blew whistles and ran on the streets, waving their arms rapidly to ask pedestrians on the street to return to their houses.

At the same time, teams after teams of paramedics rushed out from the inner city and cleared every corner of the street.

The rangers who have been warned long ago must rush back to Zhongyi Temple as quickly as possible, otherwise they will be regarded as miscreants and killed on the spot if they wait beyond the time limit.

The sound of horse hoofbeats came from far and near, and a group of knights came galloping, like a gust of wind, passing the Zhongyi Shrine at the intersection and rushing onto the deserted street without restraint.

The people peeking through the crack in the door exclaimed, "Who are those people? How could they make everyone in Nanxiang give way to them?"

"I heard that Prime Minister Zhuge is in Nanzheng. Could it be that he is here?"

"Definitely not. Looking at the leader, he is not very old. I guess he belongs to some powerful family. There are also those followers who look like rare elite soldiers. He should be a leader."

"Then it should be Zhao Erlang who is stationed in Ju County."

"When Erlang Zhao comes here, Nanxiang County needs to clean up the streets? I don't think so."

"That's true. Mrs. Zhang doesn't even get such treatment..."

Speaking of Miss Zhang, one person has to be mentioned.

So someone asked carefully, "Could it be him?"

"Nine times out of ten."

"What is it, nine out of ten? I think it must be!"

Someone slapped his thigh and said, "Ah! He is actually my close friend who wrote "Xia Ke Xing"! I have admired someone for a long time, but I didn't expect to miss him in person!"
To be continued...