Zheng Rong said

fourteen

"I don't know the lord, what an offense..."

Zhang Zhixiao hurriedly bowed again, with his head buried in his chest, like a frightened little animal.

"Those who don't know don't blame it. Besides, where did the offensive words come from?" Han Tang squinted his eyes and gave him a hand with great interest. "If you don't mind, can you tell me where you are going?"

Zhang Zhixiao was sweating unknowingly, his face was as pale as paper, "My father...is in prison...I'm going to the Yan Mansion for help..."

"Master Zhang committed a crime?" Han Tang couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"Hmm... No, no, the government arrested someone by mistake, my father is innocent..."

"Why did the government arrest him for no reason? I think the reason is unknown."

Zhang Zhixiao hastily argued, raised his face and looked straight up, "Absolutely not. Although my father treats people meanly and regards money as his life, he will never dare to do anything illegal."

Han Tang rubbed his chin, pondered for a while, then brushed his finger over Zhang Zhixiao's wet forehead intentionally or unintentionally, and smiled lightly, "Then let me ask for you?"

Zhang Zhixiao blushed so much that he lowered his head, he couldn't believe it and was overjoyed, "If the lord helps me, I will be very grateful, and I will definitely... definitely thank you..."

Han Tang glanced over and said casually, "What are you thanking for?"

Zhang Zhixiao was stunned, then heard the other side laughing and said, "It's a pity you are not a woman, otherwise I would say how about a promise with your body?"

Seeing the color of his complexion changing again and again, Han Tang let out a series of hearty laughter.

The aroma of wine could be faintly heard, Zhang Zhixiao took a deep breath, and a big stone fell from his heart.

This encounter was not dangerous, and Zhang's father was released from prison innocently, but he suffered a lot and aged several years in half a month.

Most of the servants in the prosperous Zhang family ran away, and Zhang's father and the thunderous anger he was born with were probably wiped out by the prison disaster, and he didn't say a word about it.

Temperament has also changed since then.After recuperating, he specially called Zhang Zhixiao and agreed to fund the construction of the school.

Of course, the completion of the school cannot do without the credit of the great benefactor Han Tang.

The kindness that dragged the Zhang family back to the brink of destruction was enough for Han Tang to increase Zhang's father's strength with a single sentence, and he himself became a frequent visitor.

Falling leaves know autumn, and long-term companionship.

It was a cold night with no moon or stars.

Yun Jie woke up startled from his dream, with the faint sound of fighting in his ears.

He got up quickly and put on his armor.

Outside the tent, Tong Huai reported urgently, "General, the Yan Army brigade attacked the West Camp and is about to break through the camp defense!"

Yun Jie suddenly pushed open the tent door, walked quickly to the commander's tent, and asked, "Does the commander have any orders?"

Tong Huai who followed closely behind replied, "The incident happened suddenly, and all the generals are rushing to the commander's account at this moment."

The yellow sand spread, gradually covering the barracks, and the bloody smell penetrated Ning Ye like a menacing ghost.

All the generals gathered in the tent, the commander-in-chief Yang Zhan frowned.The scouts went back and forth to report the battle situation, and the situation was not optimistic.

Facing the Yan army, the eastern camp was the most heavily fortified and had the largest number of garrisons. On the contrary, the strength of the western camp was less than [-]% of the entire army.

Yang Zhan ordered the whole army to return to the West Camp to resist the enemy.

Yun Jie, who had been silent all this time, spoke at this moment, "Marshal, I'm afraid there may be fraud."

The general who had retreated to the door had to turn back.

"General Ling, the commander-in-chief has already issued an order, and the military situation is on fire. If you delay for a moment, the crisis will increase!"

"Let's talk." Yang Zhan held his breath at the critical moment, and raised his hand to dispel the dissatisfaction of the generals.

Yun Jie scanned for a week, and all the generals present were above him, but the safety of the whole army was at stake, so it was fair to say, "The final general thinks that once the Eastern Camp is withdrawn, it may fall sooner than the Western Camp. Our army will be in a dilemma."

"You mean that the Yan army actually wants to capture Dongying?" Yang Zhan asked everyone's doubts.

"Why did the Yan army take such pains to evade our army's sentry and attack the west camp instead of directly attacking the east camp? The Yan army must have planned for a long time. It was just a sneak attack, so what if they captured the west camp? Now the west camp is lost, and there are no soldiers on the north and south sides." , the last general guessed that the real main force of the Yan army must lie in ambush in the east, and as long as the Dongying garrison withdraws, even if only half of it is withdrawn, the enemy's east-west attack is bound to be a foregone conclusion, and its purpose is to completely wipe out our army."

Some will scoff,

"Hmph, what General Ling said is all guesswork. Besides, our army recaptured the West Camp with lightning speed, and then returned to the defense. Even if the Yan army wants to attack for a while, it will be difficult to break through the East Camp."

Yun Jie cast a glance and asked, "Old General Li, please listen, has the sound of killing in the west weakened?"

You don't need to listen carefully, it's more intense than before, and the enemy's strength in Xiying's fall has not decreased but increased.

General Li snorted coldly and turned his head away.

Compared with the general at the side, he was much more kind, and he said, "If you dare to ask General Yi Ling what he wants?"

Yun Jie faced Yang Zhan, and the words fell to the ground, "Drain the fire from the bottom of the pot, no way out, and return the way."

Yang Zhan knew that even if Yun Jie's guess was wrong, the Yan army's goal was only in the west camp, and his own losses would at most rebuild a few camps.

The drums were loud, the defenders stayed, and the main force marched westward. When they reached the middle, the soldiers were divided into three groups.

The Yan army fell into the trap, and the ambush rose to attack Dongying.

The flames of war scorched the sky.

Besieged or besieged, who wins and who loses?

The sound of one's own drum is to inform the troops trapped in the enemy's line to retreat.

Surrounded by enemy troops, General Li, who is over sixty years old, is still fighting bloody battles. The barrel of the gun in his hand is tougher than his proud body.

"Old general, I will cover your retreat at the end..." Yun Jie shouted at General Li, and the heads of the enemy soldiers tumbled and splashed all over the iron armor.

"you go first!"

This General Li didn't believe it, but wanted to lure the enemy to go deep by committing a personal risk.Now the next battle is true.

But if this battle is won, the death-death team will be the greatest achievement if they survive.

Howling and mourning, the ground is full of bright red, and the residual sound of war persists for a long time.

After the drum beat, the Yan army was defeated, neither advancing nor retreating, but still sticking to Suohongling.

Regardless of the outcome of the battlefield, the ultimate winner is probably none other than the seductress of the underworld.

Yun Jie, dragging his injured leg, wandered around the camps to count the soldiers, and when the names were reported, he made a mark on the roster.

Not long after, a guard came to deliver a message.

The commander of an army, even if there is only one soldier left in the battle, his momentum cannot be weakened.

But there was a trace of tiredness lingering in that smile.

"General Ling, how wise a young man is, what a pillar of talent!"

Words of appreciation were mentioned at the celebration banquet.

"Thank you, Marshal." Yun Jie paused for a moment, then said, "Thanks for the cultivation."

Yang Zhan was stunned for a while, then he laughed loudly, "You have learned to flatter people, what kind of favor do I have for you, in terms of cultivation, Ji'er is quite knowledgeable."

Mentioning Han Ji, Yun Jie's heart moved, and he changed his mind and said, "Marshal, do you remember that you met a woman on the long street five years ago when you went to war?"

Yang Zhan stared at him up and down, uncertain, "You...are the child next to that woman?"

Yun Jie nodded.

"It turned out to be you, it seems that the military nourishes people!" Yang Zhan patted him on the shoulder in relief, remembering that Yun Jie was so thin that he could carry two in one hand, but now he can't look at him at the same level.

Yun Jie scratched his head and smiled shyly. In his eyes, Yang Zhan was more admired by him than his biological father who had never been masked.

"Let's get down to business, I've called you here for an errand." Yang Zhan turned back to Shuai's desk and picked up a thick book, "Escort General Li back to Beijing to recuperate. The old general has lived in battle all his life, thanks to his narrow escape this time." I missed you, now the injury is not serious, and the old disease has relapsed, and the medicine in the army is rudimentary, so I can’t do it if I don’t return to Beijing. Also, the king knows that you have made the most contribution to this battle, and he wants to reward you personally. This book of merit records For all the soldiers who died in battle, you hand it over to the imperial court, and your majesty will reward you according to your merits."

Yun Jie was silent.

"Why, are you not happy?"

"The last general is in command, when will we leave?"

"Tomorrow. You can rest when you return to the capital. Yan's army suffered a heavier defeat than ours. I don't dare to do it again in the short term."

The autumn wind is rustling, and a piece of paper seems to weigh a thousand catties.