The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

With shoulders bare and waist only for a small soldier of animal skin, he rushed into the bamboo building with a smile: "Report to the king!"

"What's the matter? Tell me quickly, don't disturb our happiness!" Regardless of the sweltering weather, the leader of the barbarian slave who was still hugging the beauty, eating meat and drinking, yelled in displeasure.

It was all because of the momentary impatience that disturbed the king's interest, the little soldier lowered his head regretfully: "Here comes the polite man!"

The leader of the barbarian slaves looked surprised. Since defeating the Beijing army, he has given gifts to please his tribe for several days: "What? The gift... Good! They are coming again? Hahaha! Good! Good! You tell them , we are the same clan, why do we listen to those Yan people! I am not ignorant, my lord! Let them rest assured that their lives will be safe as long as they obey!"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "What tribute did the ceremonies bring this time?"

The little soldier immediately burst into smiles: "They are indeed very sincere this time! They brought more than ten bags of rice, ten grains of wine, roasted birds, dried fish and other food, and a few ponies!"

The barbarian leader was surprised: "What? There are ponies?! Which tribe is this from? Are they so rich?"

"No!" Xiao Bing said with a serious expression on his face, "This is entirely a congratulatory gift for our Daxingpo battle. Their leaders have been waiting for us to defeat the Yan people, and they have been waiting for a long time for the day when they don't have to listen to the boss' orders!"

"Oh! That's how it is!..."

The leader Man Nu laughed happily again: "That's as good as the king is happy! It's already time for lunch, you go down and take the pony to the stable, and share the rest of the wine and meat with the brothers!"

The little soldier nodded again and again: "Yes! Now I will go over and inform them immediately, those starving ghosts are waiting until their eyes are green!"

The barbarian leader laughed loudly: "Okay! Let's have a drink and celebrate this victory together!"

Wan Zixiao wiped his sweat while shaking his fan, anxiously waiting for the news from the front, when a dark-skinned indigenous boy ran into the dilapidated hut with his upper body naked, and lay down next to Wan Zixiao's ear He said in a jerky voice: "They are in Jinshui Bay, and our village master has already dedicated wine and meat to them!"

Wan Zixiao frowned and asked, "What about them? What's the reaction?"

The boy was panting heavily, and his speech was not very fluent, but the joy on his face was obvious: "They started eating... and drank wine!"

Wan Zixiao closed her fan with a "snap", her expression was serious but not as anxious as before, she turned her head and said to Xue Qingmu: "Quickly inform the prince, everything is ready, ready to close the net!"

At noon, the sweltering heat began to intensify, and the surrounding air became more and more humid. Suddenly, a thunderstorm exploded in the air, and the bean-sized raindrops crackled on the ground, and the wind gradually increased.

When he heard from the front that the barbarian slaves were all gathered in Jinshuiwan's lair to drink and have fun, Han Jing led a thousand soldiers in disguise to rush towards Wuliang Mountain in the heavy rain.

The barbarian slaves focused their attention on the offerings and completely ignored the refugees and remnants of troops who seemed to have escaped from nearby cities. They would never have thought that these were the elite forces of the Yan Dynasty who were heading south to the mountain road.In addition, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, making the surrounding area dark, and there were strong winds, heavy rain, and lightning flashes from time to time, all of which seemed to be covering the army of King Jin.

At this time, Han Jing became more and more excited...

Purge the army.

Contact the local toast.

Use gifts.

The step-by-step precise plan has succeeded here, and there is only one step away from a complete victory, but it must not be taken lightly. In any case, the opponents are really a group of difficult barbarians!

When they finally arrived at the foot of Wuliang Mountain in the south of Jinshui Bay, it was past noon.After arriving, Han Jing immediately ordered all the soldiers to hide in the dense woods, and then ordered people to scout on the hills, and then looked up to observe the changes in the weather.

This battle is a fate-determining battle. If you win, you will establish your authority. If you lose, you will never stand up. Therefore, there must be no mistakes!

At this moment, "time of day" is the key to deciding this war.

For a while, the rain became lighter, but the wind became more violent.His eyes were filled with fuzzy dark gray, and purple lightning flashed down from the top of his head, as if to tear the chaotic sky apart.At this time, I could faintly hear the singing and snare drums caught in the storm.

Han Jing led his horse and stood on the hill, listening intently without moving. He tried to identify where the sound of the snare drum came from.The direction of the sound of the small drum was in the main building of the barbarian slaves. It was the drumbeat of the local celebration. There should be no mistake, but it was really difficult to confirm it amidst the noise of thunder and rain.

The time finally came to Shen Shizheng.

At this time, a strong wind suddenly blew, accompanied by real thunder, and at this moment a bolt of lightning directly hit the sky above the barbarian slave formation.

Han Jing straightened his body, sat on his horse and shouted to everyone: "Everyone! It's now! Rush towards these stupid barbarians without making any noise, let our horseshoes step over their heads, let them remember forever The taste of blood!"

The soldiers did not answer, but everyone picked up their swords and guns, and followed the vanguard's high-arching horses to the barbarian slave camp stationed in Jinshuiwan.

The sound of "Ah" did not come from the invading King Jin's army, but the distressed sound of the barbarian slaves who were overwhelmed by the sudden incident.

In the confusion, someone suddenly shouted: "It's the Han people! It's the Han people who attacked!"

However, this voice was mixed with other voices and was not accepted by people.Because from the battle against the army of the Yan Dynasty to the present, as long as the war is fought, the barbarian slaves will win.And now they have received offerings from the local tribe's cottage. They have just had enough food and wine, and are enjoying the rare cool afternoon in the rainstorm in southern Xinjiang, planning for the next big dinner.But the god of death came so suddenly!Before they could react, the heads on their shoulders had no chance to figure it out.

In less than an hour, the barbarian slaves who had suffered enough for King Jin's army shut their mouths forever. The corpses and stumps were intertwined in the mud, and the pouring rain could not wash away the bright blood. They are all oozing red, the river water of Jinshuiwan has long lost its original appearance, the bewitching blood light reveals an indescribable strangeness in the gloomy and dark sky, a flock of birds flew out from nowhere, and they wailed long and loudly.

With blood on his hands and clothes already soaked in rain, sweat, and blood, Han Jing didn't feel the ecstasy he expected, but instead burst into sadness: "This is a fiasco! This is the end of a fiasco! This is hell on earth!"

Hands clenched into fists unconsciously, Han Jing stared at everything in front of him with wide eyes, as if he wanted to engrave this bloody Jinshuiwan on his heart, when an uncontrollable voice roared in his chest: "Don't fail! Can't fail!"

The summer far away in Jiangdong is also very annoying, and the noisy cicadas can't stop screaming.

"He has some skills." After hearing the news that King Jin defeated the barbarians, Zhao Wang Han Qi slightly frowned his slender eyebrows, and a strand of black hair hanging down could barely block his left eye so that people could not see his expression clearly. Rubbing his chin repeatedly, he said in a cold voice for a long time: "I never thought he could turn over... I really underestimate this fourth brother!"

After finishing speaking, he fiddled with the leaves of the snake-eyed heather a few more times, turned around and went back to the study, and wrote with a pen:

The severe cold is hard to get through and the hard work,

Hidden permafrost during spring break.

Since ancient times, flowers have bloomed and fallen in an instant,

Pines and cypresses have always been the longest green.

Enclosed the finished poem in the letter, Han Qi handed it to the valet and said: "Send it to the capital quickly, and give it to Daoist Guo, saying that the king gave him a poem about chanting pine."