Chapter 201: Ketching the enemy, charging, explicitly rising and falling.

Two days later.

A skinny horse with bald hair ran in the wilderness, and on the horse rode a thin man clad in a piece of burlap, with his pouch swinging back and forth, interlacing and slapping the dried out belly of the horse.

To anyone who looks at it, it looks like a traveler eager to return home.

He circled into a grove of trees, quickly showed his token to a sentry hidden in one of the trees, and immediately dismounted his horse and ran into the forest.

Only the outer ring of trees remained in the forest, and the inner part had been felled to make a clearing for the army to rest and reorganize.

The paper-thin man turned into the center of the main camp and bowed down, "General, I'm back."

The superior Wu Yichun eagerly closed the map of Fusui in his hand, "How?"

"General, what the letter said is true, there is indeed a Han army guarding the river. Not only have they thrown in sacks to break the flow, but they have also dug two ditches to divert the river into the depressions."

Wu Yichun laughed and scolded, "Damn, really determined to put that Ju Chen thirst death in Fusui ah."

His two lieutenants both laughed, and only one of them stared, "General, are we really not going to rush to help immediately?"

Wu Yichun took a sip of tea and slowly said, "What are you afraid of? Thirsty for a day or two, no one will die."

Another deputy general chimed in, "That's right! That Ju Chen, relying on his aunt-nephew relationship with the king's favorite concubine, has been putting up a stink in front of our generals for more than a day or two, and this time, he'll be able to take advantage of our great kindness."

The man still has some objections, "General, we are delivering food this time, we were supposed to deliver food to Weiling City, but now it has been postponed. Wei Ling's Xuan Wang is not a good match, if he complains to the king ......."

"Sue? What is he suing for, against a meritorious official who just saved Fusui from danger?"

Not waiting for Wu Yichun to say something, Fang Cai's deputy general who spoke for Wu Yichun was busy to show up and patted his horse: "General is a minister of the Southern Border, and he is not Xuanwang's servant, letting him shout at him? If the Southern Border is in trouble, you should save it. Is the safety of a city worse than the grain and grass delivered a few days late?"

That senator is not humble: "General, my subordinates still believe that the troops should be divided into two roads, all the way to send food, all the way to solve the crisis, each without delay ......"

The vice general frowned, ''You're a senator, how can you talk so much? Are you going to decide for the general? If the army is split into two, what if the food and herbs are robbed? What if we don't have enough men to support Fusui and suffer heavy losses? Can you bear the responsibility?"

That senator did not speak any more, bowed his hand to leave, and went out to check how the soldiers' camping condition was, and instructed everyone to eat only dry food, and not to make any fire, so as not to frighten the snakes.

Wu Yichun continued to drink his tea, yet his eyes were filled with uncontrollable joy.

With one less person singing the opposite, everyone in the main tent was a little more relaxed.

The vice general who loves to flatter his horse said eagerly, "General Wu, when should we leave? The Ye City is just 200 miles away from Fusui, once the five days are up, if Fusui doesn't set off the letter bombs announcing safety, won't it let Ye City take advantage of us for nothing?"

"Didn't I say, thirsty for a 'couple' days, can't die." Wu Yichun smiled and said, "Just the night after tomorrow."

The day after tomorrow, for Wu Yichun is just around the corner.

He would not bother to think about what it was like to be cut off from water and wait for rescue in Fusui city.

As soon as night fell on the day after tomorrow, he reorganized his army and brought only a few horses for encirclement and pursuit, so as not to make too much noise and fail to be a qualified yellow bird.

The reason why he wants to bring 5,000 people is naturally Wu Yichun's own considerations.

He didn't even try to get his soldiers to die fighting.

To put it bluntly, bringing 5,000 men is just putting it out there to look at, both for Juchen and for the Northern Household Army.

He wanted to give Ju Chen a chance to fight his way out of the city and break up the Northern Household Army's battle line, and in the meantime, it would also be easier for him to lead his own army into the battlefield and capture Yan Yuanheng.

As long as Yan Yuanheng is captured, the rest of his life will be secure.

And the object of his ambition was indeed at this moment in a forward position three miles outside Fusui City.

Yan Yuanheng gulped down the dumplings made of mixed noodles, the crumbs falling from the edge of his mouth, he did not frown even for a moment, only staring at the direction of Fusui.

Shi Tingyun at his side handed him water and he took a sip until Shi Tingyun wiped the spout of the jug and drank from the same jug, then he blushed as an afterthought.

An inexplicable emotion rose in him as he remembered the jug of wine he had hidden away, "Do you often share a jug of water with others like this."

Shi Tingyun gulps down water, "Yeah."

Yan Yuanheng said seriously, "This is not good. Don't allow it in the future."

Shi Tingyun joked, "Yes, my thirteenth prince."

Yan Yuanheng twisted his face, a little pleased.

When he refocused his gaze on Fusui City, his expression returned to a stony expression.

He said, "Shouldn't have fought this battle. I have come to the border city, indeed, to patrol on behalf of the king, but it is not necessary to have to fight a battle that is won for me ......"

Shi Tingyun laughed, propping one elbow on his knee, "Not for you."

Yan Yuanheng wasn't embarrassed, and said, "Well, that's ......."

Shi Tingyun lifted his water pouch and smiled frankly at Yan Yuanheng, "For my kingdom. And, my king."

Understanding the meaning of his words, Yan Yuanheng was taken aback and quickly lowered his voice, "Insolence! Can you get drunk on water? How can you say this nonsense!"

Shi Tingyun narrowed his eyes at him, "Will you tell?"

Yan Yuanheng choked, "I ......"

Shi Tingyun looked at him with his eyes wide open, "Thank you, Thirteenth Prince."

Yan Yuanheng turned his face and stiffly changed the topic, "...... It is too risky. What if someone comes to help, what if the people in the city intend to fish to death? I see that the art of war says, don't force the poor enemy, if they are pushed, they can do anything."

Shi Tingyun said, "Thirteenth Prince is right. It's just a sentence that says three things wrong."

Yan Yuanheng : "......" He was all ears.

"First of all, they are not poor bandits." Shi Tingyun said, "We cut off the flow of water, they still have wells and canals in the city, and by relying on the underground water, they can survive for more than five days even though they are in a tight spot."

Yan Yuanheng: "Five days?"

Shi Tingyun : "For our cities, we release letters once every three days to inform each other of our safety. On the southern border, it is five days. Fusui doesn't have a beacon tower, so once the letter bombs don't work, they can only wait for the neighboring cities to realize something is wrong and come to rescue them after the five days have passed. They know that in six days at most, reinforcements will arrive. The army that still has hope, how can we talk about the word 'poor enemy'?"

Yan Yuanheng thought, no wonder that for a few days, Fusui had only tried to use carrier pigeons to send letters out, and after being shot a few times, he simply stopped even releasing the pigeons.

"Secondly, they won't break the net with a dead fish. Because if they rush out, the fish will die and the net will not be broken."

"Just like the multi-legged centipede, if each section of the centipede has its own mind, then whether to go east or west, they can also argue endlessly. As I, Fang Cai, have said, they have both reasons for going to war and reasons for avoiding war, so there must be two factions in the city, those who are for war and those who are for peace, and they are arguing endlessly. Such disputes alone are enough to give their generals a headache, and the lack of water in the city will cause the people's grievances to boil over. If more water is given to the army, the people will be dissatisfied; if the army can't drink the water, they will also be restless, once the army and the people are against each other, there will be endless internal trouble. In such a situation of mutual constraints and minor chaos, as long as their chief officials are not pigs, they will all choose to retreat within the city to appease the people."

Yan Yuanheng listened intently, "Uh-huh."

Shi Tingyun, who talks about military affairs, never quotes difficult-to-pronounce famous writers to support his views. Those military books were his primer, just as no scholar would show off his erudition by memorizing the Three Character Classic.

He spoke shallow metaphors that even a book-loving little old man could understand, just as he always did.

In Wangcheng, he always felt that Shi Tingyun was so inconsistent with etiquette.

It is only now that Yan Yuanheng realizes that such a Shi Tingyun is most compatible with the starry sky, the gale and the fast horses of the frontier.

But he waited for half a day, but did not wait for Shi Tingyun's reply.

Yan Yuanheng couldn't help but ask, "And then what?"

Shi Tingyun: "What then?"

Yan Yuanheng: "You Fang Cai said I was wrong in three places."

Shi Tingyun : "Ah, I'll just round it up. Thought three sounded more imposing."

Yan Yuanheng: "......"

Shi Tingyun smiled, his high ponytail blown up by the night wind and brushed along his cheeks, a few strands flew against his lips as his lips had only just been moisturized with water and the strands of hair stained the sides of his lips.

Without thinking, Yan Yuanheng raised his hand and helped him pin his hair behind his ear.

Shi Tingyun paused, looking at his hand in mild surprise.

Yan Yuanheng's hand still rested behind his ear, his fingertips burned by the strand of hair.

...... is not correct.

This is not right.

Yan Yuanheng quickly restrained his movements, but he couldn't restrain his heart, which was beating faster and faster.

He pulled his hand back and grabbed the water bottle Shi Tingyun had placed on the ground.

He had to grab something to detain his hand.

Yan Yuanheng whispered, "Su Chang."

Shi Tingyun raises an eyebrow, "Huh?"

Yan Yuanheng: "...... Tingyun."

Shi Tingyun nodded his head.

Yan Yuanheng: "Shi Tingyun."

Shi Tingyun was about to laugh, "Thirteenth Prince, you called me three names, what do you want to say?"

Yan Yuanheng whispered, "...... you say something."

Shi Tingyun: "Say what?"

Yan Yuanheng did not know what he wanted Shi Tingyun to say. He just felt that if Shi Tingyun didn't say something, he would be unable to resist saying something.

Shi Tingyun saw that Yan Yuanheng's face did not look right and said, "You--"

Yan Yuanheng spoke at the same time, "You--"

As the two words "you" merged into one, Chu Ziling and Li Yeshu came hurriedly and interrupted them: "Young General!"

"Thirteenth Prince!"

Yan Yuanheng: "......"

His clenched fists loosened, and he breathed a small sigh of relief, but a sense of loss followed, and for a moment he couldn't tell what was in his heart.

After a few moments, however, he had no thoughts whatsoever.

Li Yeshu Where have you seen such a big battle, his face was white: "The scouts ...... scouts report that a large number of Southern Frontier troops suddenly appeared around Fusui--"

Seems to echo in him, shouting and killing sound in a ring shape to shake the sky, is silent in the Fusui city periphery set up an encirclement, like a group of wolves peeping back, ready to attack when the sound of a group of severe howling, piercing people's scalp numbness.

...... good a 3D surround sound.

Yan Yuanheng stood up, his face suddenly changed: "...... South Border soldiers and horses?"

"We've surrounded Fusui like an iron bucket, how did this news leak out?" Chu Ziling hurriedly said, "Young General, listening to this voice there are at least three to four thousand people! Together with the two thousand troops and horses inside Fusui City ...... Young General, you take the 13th Prince to go, Ziling is on the side of the wing to protect, will definitely be able to protect you to stand out from the siege!"

Shi Tingyun took two steps forward and, after a moment of sidelong listening, said, "How did you hear that?"

Chu Ziling and Li Yeshu were stunned, "Huh?"

Shi Tingyun said, "What 3,000 or 4,000, there are at least 5,000 people surrounding us."

And the Fusui city gates, which had been closed tightly for several days, gradually fell down, emitting a muffled sound of rattling.

The two thousand soldiers in the city who are waiting to start, after hearing the horn of shouting to kill, also light up the battle armor and silver spears that have long been polished for many days, ready to sweep away the breath that has been held back for a few days, and to kill all the three thousand Beifu troops that surrounded the city from the inside and from the outside.

In the midst of the killing sound, Yan Yuanheng looked at Shi Tingyun's back, and his eyes gradually lit up.

Did ......

Shi Tingyun twisted his head around and smiled, "...... Its three. Yuanheng, what I'm waiting for is 'someone to come to my aid'."

He drew a letter bomb from his belt, ignited it, and let it go loose into the sky.

The gunpowder snorted and propelled the bullet into the sky, and the pungent pine scent filled the air along with the white stars spreading out in the sky, reflecting Li Yeshu's slightly dazed eyes and Chu Ziling's face, which went pale for a moment.

In the next instant, more deafening shouts than those of the Southern Border Army rose up to the sky, hanging in the nine heavens, resounding through the clouds, and with only layers of echoes, they suppressed the shouts of the 5,000 bluffing grain carriers.

The number was as large as eight thousand, as could be discerned from the sound of the voices!

Li Yeshu came back to his senses and was both surprised and delighted, "Why are there so many Beifu troops around Wangcheng?"

Shi Tingyun laughed, "They waited four days, we waited four days too."

"This sampling fails." Shi Tingyun turned back and stroked Li Yeshu's hair, "Am I the type of person who rejoices in his accomplishments? Knowing your master is unclear, deduct ten points; not noticing my intention to besiege the city, deduct twenty points; worrying for days, even the taste of the tea is wrong, causing me to have no mouthful of happiness, deduct another twenty points."

Li Yeshu, red-faced, bashful and delighted, turned to fetch Shi Tingyun's silver spear and bow and arrows.

Seeing that Chu Ziling was still in a daze, Shi Tingyun did not care about him, and with a whistle, his white horse came galloping.

Shi Tingyun jumped onto his horse and adjusted the reins. Li Yeshu darted in and threw his silver spear and arrow case in the air, "Gong Zi!"

Shi Tingyun caught it with both hands, arrow case on his back, silver spear in his right hand, and said, "Chu Ziling, split up 500 soldiers, go help my father break up the outer encirclement, and work together inside and outside, make sure to capture the opposing general alive! Li Yeshu, stay in the camp and watch over the Thirteenth Prince!"

With those words, he lowered his head and fixed his gaze like a star on Yan Yuanheng.

"A small city in Fusui is not a good match for the Thirteenth Prince." In the midst of the majestic killing sounds, Shi Tingyun said in a loud voice, "Five thousand people to send, barely enough. Thirteenth Prince, I will go and return, and bring Fusui to meet you later."

Chu Ziling was ashen.

How can ......?

He thought that Shi Jinghong and Shi Tingyun's sudden offer to fight Fusui was just to show Yan Yuanheng a sure victory.

Who would have thought that Gong Zi was going after the army that came to rescue him?

Chu Ziling had already envisioned that the only southern frontier army that could be quickly mobilized near Fusui would be the Wu Yichun troops delivering food, and they could unknowingly play the role of the yellow sparrow at the back, and even kill Yan Yuanheng, thereby greatly frustrating the northern government troops ......

However, who would have thought that they, who had intended to cooperate inside and outside, would in turn be wrapped up by the Northern Household Army?

With the strength of Wu Yichun's grain transportation army, not to mention the 8,000 people coming to surround him, even if only 3,000 people came, it would be enough to break him down.

Worst of all, it was Wu Yichun who came.

The words "must be captured alive" were still ringing in his ears, and although Wu Yichun might die in the chaos of the battle, or he might succeed in escaping, Chu Ziling could not afford to gamble on this "might".

If Wu Yichun is taken back to the camp alive, he is finished!

For a moment, Chu Ziling even wondered whether Gong Zi had already found out that the Southern Border had planted spies within the Northern Household Army, and thus intentionally released false information to set himself up, but after a change of heart, he felt that it was not possible.

How could he have anticipated so many steps? How could he expect Wu Yichun to come to his aid?

Gong Zi said he was testing A Shu, that's why he didn't say so ......

Chu Ziling pulled back all the distractions, turned and ran in silence, counted five hundred soldiers, and pounced straight into the chaotic formation of five thousand people who were already in a state of confusion.

In any case, Wu Yichun must not live.

After Chu Ziling left on his horse, Yan Yuanheng sank his breath and turned to Li Yeshu, "Prepare the horses."

Li Yeshu was still immersed in the thrill of the reversal of the situation, his hot blood inevitably surged, and it was difficult to calm down for a while, "...... Thirteenth Prince?"

Yan Yuanheng pressed the sword at his waist and said in a deep voice, "I am one of the three thousand soldiers who surrounded the city, I should also enter the battlefield."

Meanwhile, Wu Yichun has panicked inside the formation.

In order to make it easier to sneak around, they didn't carry many horses at all, while the Northern Household Army, which had been guarding the periphery, brought an army of a thousand mounted cavalry.

The battle started, a thousand times the soldiers and horses drove straight into the Wu deployment of the formation of the straight scattered, and left and right encirclement, the entire encirclement of the formation of the people straight into a tumble.

Wu Yichun gave the order clearly is to sit on the mountain to watch the tigers, as well as reap the benefits, the soldiers simply did not expect to be used as a fisherman to sit and collect, the formation of a chaotic, and immediately routed, abandoned armor and soldiers, looking at the wind and fled.

Wu Yichun in hearing the mountains of killing sound, has been panicked, hastily ordered the retreat, but found that the mountains are the northern government army, he was immediately horrified by the guts, busy peeling off his own body's eye-catching armor, pulled a soldier, forced him to take off his clothes, his own hastily put on, and blended into the soldiers among the fleeing scattered.

If five thousand people become five thousand sheep who don't know where to run, against eight thousand elite generals who are waiting for them, the rout will only be a matter of a split second.

In less than three moments, more than 1,000 of the 5,000 were killed, a few hundred hid into the nearby mountains and forests to resist, and the rest surrendered their weapons.

Wu Yichun, dressed in the armor of a common soldier, squatted among the captured soldiers, his two strands warring, his legs tightly together, afraid of letting the soldiers of the Northern Household Army see his pair of jade-encrusted boots that he did not have time to change off.

He clutched his head tightly, covered in a gross, cold sweat, desperately trying to think of what he had done wrong, yet his mind was roaring and white, and he couldn't think of anything clearly.

Until he caught a voice, "Vice General Chu? Did the Major General send you?"

...... "Chu"?

Immediately afterward, he heard a young man's voice, "Yes. All the prisoners captured, are they here?"

"Yes."

Wu Yichun raised his head and collided with a pair of inquiring eyes.

Although he was surprised by the youth of the man in front of him, Wu Yichun had no time to care.

He gave a look of help, quietly stepping aside and pointing to his boots, hinting at his identity.

Sure enough, that Chu Ziling was as smart as Ai Sha described him.

After talking to the soldiers guarding the captives, he called out Wu Yichun, saying that he wanted him to go to another camp and identify who the master was.

Wu Yichun stepped hopefully out of the line, and, following Chu Ziling with lowered eyebrows, walked to the fence that bound them, where no patrols of soldiers happened to be passing by.

Chu Ziling looked around and flicked his chin toward the infinite darkness beyond the fence.

Wu Yichun, like an amnesty, arched his hand and ran away.

Chu Ziling looks on with a smile.

Ten paces. Twenty paces. Thirty paces. Fifty paces.

...... is enough.

He drew his bow and drew it, narrowing his eyes and aiming at Wu Yichun's back heart.

As Wu Yichun stumbled two steps forward, looked incredulously at the iron arrowhead that had pierced his chest, and flung himself forward, the youth's cry rang in his ears again, "Come on! A captive is trying to escape the camp!!!"

Soon, all he could hear was the whistling wind.

And then, Wu Yichun's world went completely quiet.

......

The battle on the Fusui side ended well.

Outside the sound of rushing and killing into a piece, the people in the city thought that came a thousand troops, full of joy rushed out, until with the northern government army short army when they realized that something is not right.

Some were hardened to fight, while others, seeing that they were outnumbered by the enemy, directly developed a desire to retreat, with predictable results.

In the midst of the chaos, it's really hard to find someone.

Yan Yuanheng killed several enemies with his sword, and went all the way to look for Shi Tingyun, but he could only see a flash of white in the midst of the chaotic battle, as well as a striking red color mixed in with it.

When he fixed his eyes on it, he couldn't see anything again.

After the victory had been decided, the Beifu army killed most of the soldiers defending the city, and rushed in through the gate which they had opened by themselves, and only then did Yan Yuanheng see Shi Tingyun sitting in front of the high ground of the city gate.

Yan Yuanheng took two steps forward and came closer, but was pulled back by a soldier.

Because Yan Yuanheng had changed into an unusual soldier's armor, the man did not recognize the Thirteenth Prince and had to mentally say, "Don't pay any attention to the Young General. There is something odd about the Young General today."

Yan Yuanheng was surprised, "How so?"

"Once he encountered a Southern Border soldier, he was like crazy." The soldier lowered his voice, "I've been near the young general, and saw him drag a Southern Border soldier on the tip of his spear for fifty feet, and made his horse trample a man's head. There were several times when that gun momentum almost landed on me ......"

Yan Yuanheng : "...... Thanks a lot."

With those words, he walked straight over and half-kneeled in front of Shi Tingyun.

He called softly, "Tingyun."

Shi Tingyun lifted his eyes, and under them snaked a line of ghastly bloodstains, tears of blood, which were horrifying to look at.

He glanced at Yan Yuanheng for a moment, then lowered his head and surveyed his blood-covered hands left and right once each, and gave a sudden laugh.

He said, "...... So it is."

Yan Yuanheng : "What 'so'?"

"I trouble the Thirteenth Prince to go to my father's center army on my behalf to proclaim the order to run at Wei Ling while the army is still in motion."

Yan Yuanheng intuited that Shi Tingyun was indeed different from the norm, but he was determined to concern himself with the military first, after all, he knew that was Shi Tingyun's main concern: "Wei Ling?"

Shi Tingyun smiled, ''Wu Yichun's grain transportation army did not go. I'm afraid Wei Ling is on the verge of running out of food. Before the news spreads, quickly strip those captives of their clothes and pretend to be a grain carrying army, then we can easily blend into the city."

Yan Yuanheng: "What about you?"

Shi Tingyun braced himself backward and stood up, "I'll go back, there's something I need to ask Mister."

He straddled the blood-stained warhorse with a somewhat weary expression, "Thirteenth Prince, labor."

Yan Yuanheng didn't know what he was thinking, but he gave him a two-word assurance, "Don't worry."

Giving a clear account to Yan Yuanheng, Chi Xiaochi harnessed his horse and headed for the town where they were currently camped, about ten miles away.

Slippery blood was dried by the wind in his palm, caking into a cracked blood pattern, and dried blood shavings continued to fall between the friction of the reins.

He didn't vomit or retch, he was calmly judging the situation at hand.

He killed someone, with his own hands.

No wonder Chi Xiaochi had previously wondered why the main god who had been targeting him had given him such a superior status when he was already in the eighth world.

Family Gong Zi, noble birth, the target of the mission, although he has the dignity of an imperial son, is currently just a small lackey who looks up to him.

So it's here waiting for him.

Shi Tingyun was a general, or a general known for his warlike valor.

And with blood on his own hands, he gets farther and farther away from his old world.

Even if that wasn't what he wanted, it was impossible to shrug it off cleanly.

It's not so easy to forget the feeling of cutting someone's throat with your own hands.

So he was eager to go back and see Lou Ying.

The town was bustling with activity, and several of the South Border Army's dignified officers had been escorted overnight to be held within the town.

Outside the town, Chi Xiaochi stopped his horse and paused for a while.

He squatted by the stream at the edge of the town, washed a little bit of blood off his hands and face, and took mint-flavored balm from the warehouse and applied it to his body to make sure he couldn't smell the blood, Fang Cai got up.

He mounted his horse, entered the city, went into the house, and skillfully felt his way to Lou Ying's room.

He was weak, so he really couldn't wait and went to sleep first.

Around the same time it was an expected win.

Chi Xiaochi removes his armor and gently pushes the door open and walks over to the side of the bed, sitting down gently.

The man, perhaps shallowly aware, opened his eyes as soon as he sat down.

Chi Xiaochi said, "Sir, we have won the battle."

Lou Ying nodded once, "Yes, I saw that."

Chi Xiaochi : "...... Mr. No Sleep?"

Lou Ying said, "Worried about you."

Chi Xiaochi's eyes curved, "It's because I was afraid that mister would be worried that I ran back all night."

"Just for this?"

Chi Xiaochi said cheerfully, "Uh-huh."

When he had said this, he and his clothes lay down beside the bed and said no more.

Lou Ying was slightly disappointed.

...... He stayed up all night waiting for Xiaochi to come back.

How can he not know how Xiaochi is feeling right now?

Whether Chi Xiaochi cried, scolded, or blamed the Lord God, Lou Ying only did not want to see him endure like this, hiding his true self from the world.

He doesn't want to be the sun and idol that Chi Xiaochi looks up to with all his heart, he just wants to ......

Before he could finish his thought, Chi Xiaochi took him in his arms through the covers.

His voice was so light it was like a gust of wind under a window, "Mr. ......, let me charge it for a while, will you."

Lou Ying lost her voice.

After a long time, he softened his voice and whispered, "Uh-huh."

The two just lay there until the clamor outside picked up.

A soldier saw Chi Xiaochi come in and also saw that the lights were out in the house, but the news was really not small, so he hesitated and decided to report the news.

The soldier tore his voice across the courtyard, shouting, "Young General! Young General! Are you asleep? Vice General Chu has taken credit! He shot Wu Yichun of the Southern Border!"

Chi Xiaochi snapped his head up, let go of Lou Ying, jumped up from the bed, and pulled the door open with a full charge, "Really?!"

"It is true!" The messenger joyfully said, "I heard that Vice General Chu saw a person in the captive camp, felt suspicious, and planned to bring him to the general to see, but unexpectedly he tried to escape halfway, and was killed by Vice General Chu on the spot! Later, we searched his body and found Wu Yichun's seal from him, and someone came to identify the body, it is indeed that Wu Yichun, there is no mistake!"

"Yes!!!"

Chi Xiaochi stroked his palm and said loudly, "This is a great merit! Notify the entire army and post a happy list! Chu Ziling has killed an enemy general and has been promoted to the Snapdragon Battalion! Afterwards, I will hold a banquet for three days, so as to encourage the soldiers from the lower ranks, as long as they are brave enough to kill the enemy, they will be rewarded with promotion!"

After the young general mentioned, the messenger realized that, although everyone Chu Vice General Chu Vice General Chu Ziling, but it is also to see him at the side of the young general to make plans, so he looked at him highly.

After all, it's still a lowly slaveholding.

Chu Ziling killed a general, but it is only a straw general who carries food, if the reward is too heavy, it is not beautiful.

Now, he got a small battalion senator position, it can be seen that the young general is not really biased, and the big banquet can also be said to be for the whole army to celebrate and open, in addition, everyone will inevitably think, a slave nationality has made a merit, can get a senator position, if it is a civilian origin of other people?　　The herald was not of high rank, and was encouraged by what he said, excitedly arching his hand, "Yes, young general, I will pass the order down!"

At the end, Chi Xiaochi also remembered to remind, "Spread the word as far as possible, it's best to let the Southlanders know that their general was killed by one of our boys named Chu Ziling, so as to dampen the Southlanders' spirits!"

Solar Lou Ying on the bed Without having to see it with your own eyes, you can think of the smug look of the people outside with their eyes glistening and their strength, and you can t help but hook the corners of your mouth.

Looks like the power is replenishing nicely.

And if he remembers correctly, the commander of the Primus Battalion nowadays happens to be the big man with the black tower who granted favors to Chu Ziling in the first place.