Da Bong fights more people

Some soldiers are building houses and serving as temporary barracks, providing temporary accommodation for more than 2 soldiers.

Some soldiers are repairing the city wall.

Some soldiers were burying the corpses, some were in the same robes, some were from the people in the city, and some were from barbarians and demon clans.

These works have been carried out in an orderly manner for three days.

"History books will definitely record this incident to alert future generations. At the same time, they will also record the crimes of King Zhenbei, so that he will be stigmatized forever."

Liu Yushi appeared beside him, and the mission had already learned from Li Miaozhen that Zheng Xinghuai escaped from death, and knew that the Zheng Xinghuai they saw in the city was a fake.

Most likely it was written by the third-rank wizard, otherwise it would be impossible to hide the truth from the fourth-rank Yang Yan.

"Is the imperial court really going to punish the Northern King?" Zheng Buzheng said in a low voice.

"Victory is achieved by fighting for it." Liu Yushi said word by word.

At this time, Xu Qi'an, Yang Yan, Chen Tuotou and others climbed up the city wall, and the host Xu Yinluo said in a deep voice: "Next, we will return to Beijing to settle the crime of the Northern King and build a coffin for this case." conclusion.

"But before that, Zheng Buzheng should want to toast a few glasses of thin wine to the souls of the dead in the city."

Centurion Chen Xiao stepped forward with a flagon in his hand.

Zheng Buzheng took the jug and looked at the city below again. Before worshiping, he wanted to take some time to recall his first half of his life.

Zheng Xinghuai was born in Zhangzhou, known as one of the two major granaries of Dafeng, but his family was very poor when he was a child. He relied on his mother to wash clothes and do embroidery for a wealthy family, making a difficult living.

What the young Zheng Xinghuai looks forward to most is the autumn harvest, when he can go to other people's fields to pick wheat ears.

Picking up a basket of wheat ears, he and his widowed mother can drink porridge for three days.Don't pick up too much, or you will be beaten severely.

After the autumn harvest, the hardest thing to endure is winter, and his hands and feet are cracked every winter.And her mother, even in winter, has to wash clothes for people by the frozen river for a few copper coins.

Little by little, the widowed mother saved enough money for him to enter the Imperial College.

Zheng Xinghuai entered the Guozijian at the age of 16, and studied hard for ten years. In the 19th year of Yuanjing, he was named on the gold list and a second-class Jinshi.

He rushed back to his hometown non-stop, wanting to give joy to his mother, wanting to pick up his mother to settle down in the capital, wanting to glorify the lintel, and impress all those who had said sarcastic words with admiration.

But what he saw was the short tomb of his mother.

The widowed mother passed away for many years, and she never told him that the family letter was written with the help of the clan, because the ordinary woman who had worked hard all her life did not want to affect her son's studies.

Zheng Xinghuai knelt in front of his mother's grave for a day and a night.

Zheng Xinghuai's official career was not smooth, because he was too rigid and unwilling to join forces, he offended the chief assistant at the time, and was demoted to Chuzhou in the northern part of the country, where he became the eighth-rank county magistrate.

At first he didn't like Chuzhou, because of the bitter cold in the north of Saibei and the tough folk customs.The rigid man finally came to his senses, and exhausted his savings to find acquaintances to establish relationships, hoping to be transferred back to the capital.

Until one year, the barbarian cavalry came to raid the Grass Valley and plundered dozens of miles.

Afterwards, Zheng Xinghuai was sent to comfort the people and inspect the situation. He walked on the ridge of the field and looked at the young crops trampled by the cavalry; he walked on the official road and looked at the corpses devoured by the barbarians; I saw the people who were lucky enough to escape, and looked at their faces of poverty and vicissitudes.

Zheng Xinghuai thought of his mother who had been dead for many years.

Later, the chief assistant became an official, and his classmates and friends worked in the court, planning to transfer him back to the capital.

But Zheng Xinghuai did not want to leave Chuzhou at that time, because he devoted all his energy and heart to this land.

He is so desperate, and often stays up all night dealing with government affairs, it seems that this can make up for his debt to his mother.

Time flies, 18 years have passed, most of his life has been handed over to Chuzhou, but now he has ended up alone.

"Fame and wealth are a piece of paper, but ashes are scattered in the dust." Zheng Buzheng felt sad and burst into tears.

The wine poured down, splashing dust.

No one spoke for a long time, until Zheng Xinghuai's mood stabilized, Dali Si Cheng cleared his throat and said:

"Que Yongxiu has absconded in fear of the crime, and the King of Zhenbei is punished, but their crimes have not been announced to the world. Zheng Buzheng is the main witness, and he must return to Beijing with us. But the scene of Yunzhou City, today's northern border, Someone needs to stay and run the show.”

Liu Yushi frowned, and analyzed: "The 38 people in Chuzhou City died tragically, and the aftermath is simple, just arrange these 2 soldiers.

"As for other states and counties, they can just keep them as they are and don't need special care. The barbarians and monsters, who have just experienced this war, have already been scared out of their wits. They are afraid of the mysterious master and will not invade the border again in the short term. Not even for many years.”

Zheng Xinghuai pondered for a moment, then looked at Yang Yan: "Scholars don't command soldiers. I'm good at handling government affairs, but I'm a layman in managing the army. Yang Jinluo, you have the highest level of cultivation and experience in commanding soldiers. You can both manage and intimidate soldiers. .”

Yang Yan nodded, and said lightly: "OK."

The boss is actually an upgraded version of Zhu Guangxiao, taciturn, but down-to-earth and hard-working, very reliable. Xu Qi'an never interrupted from beginning to end.

Because what he wanted to say was finished by these officials.

"By the way," he suddenly remembered something: "Bring the body of King Zhenbei back to Beijing. He is the protagonist in this case. If he dies, he must be brought back to Beijing."

"Naturally." Envoy Zheng Buzheng nodded.

King Zhenbei's body must be brought back to the capital no matter what.

In this case, the killing of Zhenbei King is only the initial conclusion, and the finalization of the case is a perfect ending.

Seeing that the matter was finished, Yang Yan looked at Xu Qi'an and said in a deep voice, "Come with me."

Boss, your serious look and arrogant tone are just like Xu Qi'an, my class teacher in middle school, who obediently followed him away.

After the two walked along the city wall for a certain distance, Yang Yan stopped, turned around and said:

"When King Zhenbei offered sacrifices to the people in the city, I saw the souls of the people in the city flow into the ground, and there seemed to be a formation in the ground. But when I went to dig afterwards, I dug three feet into the ground, but found nothing."

Soul into the ground?What kind of operation is this? Wasn't King Zhenbei slaughtering the city to refine blood pills? After hearing this, Xu Qi'an's first reaction was:

Miaozhen, I need you!

If you have blind spots in knowledge about souls, you can find Li Miaozhen. If Li Miaozhen is not good at learning, it doesn't matter. There is also the old silver coin of Daoist Jinlian.

Yang Yan stared at him and asked, "Do you have any clues?"

The benefits of having a wide network of contacts are very obvious. I will continue to develop the fish pond in the future. By the way, the little sword carved with butter jade has not been given to the army lady.

"Boss, wait a moment, I'm going to the toilet."

Yang Yan knew that he was holding the shards of the book from the ground, and Yang Yan single-handedly killed the Taoist Zilian back then.

Xu Qi'an went down to the top of the city, found a secluded corner, took out the fragments of the book from the ground, and passed the letter as No. [-]: Daoist Jinlian, I have something to discuss with you alone.

At night, the members of the Tiandihui who read this letter were very upset.

I don't know what happened recently, Li Miaozhen, the female crown, asked to block everyone every three days, and now No. [-] is also doing the same.