Chapter 6 Preparation (Nine)

Ning Ziming did not join his robes to kill the remaining enemies, but chose to stand on the horse and watch the brothers under his command go away. There was a severe pain that tortured his brain, the large tendons of temples and forehead, making him so weak that his eyes turned black. He supported him with one breath, so he could barely faint in public.

It was not a new injury. Although the war horse under his crotch had been dyed dark red by plasma, and the shield was fixed on the saddle, and it was covered with broken pieces of meat. However, those were all enemies and he was not injured. In the previous battle, the enemy troops were unable to organize effective resistance. The personal soldiers given by Chang Wanshu and Han Chongyun also protected him very diligently and did not allow any weapons to approach his body.

All the pain originated from the scar on the back of his head that had been covered by his hair. It was the wound that had already existed when he was excavated from the pile of dead people by the heroes of the White Horse Temple in Wagang Mountain. According to the second in command, Ning Caichen and the doctor in the mountain village, the wound came from the heavy blow of iron mace or mace. The one who liked to use this rough weapon the most was the Khitan Hulu who came from outside the frontier!

He originally thought that hair growing again on the scar would mean healing. But he never expected that the moment the Khitans appeared in his vision, all the pain suddenly returned. While he kept knocking on the stirrups with his feet, he even clearly felt the bones on the back of his head explode inch by inch. He clearly felt how desperate the body was in his heart when he discovered an iron mace was smashing from behind.

Others have iron maces and maces, but they only have the back of their heads. They are both flesh on the board. When they close their eyes and wait for death, there is actually no difference between the prince and the common people.

"General Ning, the hatred of his parents is irreconcilable. You should order all the captives to be killed..." A general called Han Baozi approached him and comforted him carefully.

Just now, Ning Ziming suddenly rode his horse and accelerated, scaring everyone's souls half. If such a dense military formation suddenly fell off his mount, or suddenly blocked his cavalry because of excessive concentration on killing, the ending would definitely be torn to pieces. If that were the case, no matter whether it was the guards from the Han family or the confidants from the Chang family, they would have no face to gain a foothold in the world!

"Yes, General Ning, if you want to kill these miscellaneous items, why do you have to do it yourself? Let the brothers do it for you. Good jade will not smash the tiles!" Another personal soldier surnamed Chang who stayed to protect him also said in a cold sweat.

The scene of Ning Ziming suddenly getting angry just now makes him still feel scared. As an old brother who has followed Chang Si for many years, he knows very well what the young man in front of him means to the Chang family. With this person, if Liu Zhiyuan and his son want to think about Chang Si, they will consider the consequences of the latter taking risks when they are forced into desperate situations and "supporting" the second prince. If this person is dead in battle or plundered by other princes, the current scale of the Wusheng Army may be crushed into pieces by the imperial army at any time.

It is said that the drums do not need to be heavy hammered. Ning Ziming quickly heard the complaint from the words of the two family generals. He smiled awkwardly and responded with a breath of breath. "Thank you, thank you, Leopard, Uncle Le. Only once, I will never leave the formation innocently again in the future! I and them are not just family enemies!"

The two generals were stunned for a moment, and the remaining advice was stuck in their throats. Indeed, the General Ning in front of him was not only a family feud with the Khitans. The Later Jin Dynasty was destroyed by the Khitans, and General Ning's other identity was the second prince of the Later Jin Dynasty.

The hatred of killing his father and the hatred of the country. It may be difficult for anyone to change his position with General Xiaoning just now. However, the two generals had no courage to express their understanding of Ning Ziming's behavior. When the Khitans attacked Bianliang, all the soldiers of the Han kingdom took the attitude of watching the fire from the other side of the river. They watched the Khitans cross the Yellow River under the leadership of the rebels, and watched the Later Jin Emperor Shi Chonggui's family become the subject of the country. As the nominal ministers of the Great Jin State at that time, they all committed the double crime of selling the owner and deceiving the emperor. At this moment, Shi Yanbao, whose pseudonym was Ning Ziming, was the creditor of all of them!

Ning Ziming never expected that a casual explanation could cause such a big misunderstanding. The pain from the head was so strong that he could not think like a normal person. The wound on the back of the head had actually healed a long time ago, without any hidden wounds, and could be hidden in the human brain for seven or eight months before suddenly recurring. He believed in the medical skills of Master Fu Yaozi, and also believed in the judgment he made when he looked at the wound in the mirror. The real pain should come from the depths of his soul. The despair and pain caused by the instant of the mace or a stick hit the back of the head had long been engraved on his soul, becoming a nightmare that he would never get rid of in his life.

"Maybe I am really the second prince Shi Yanbao." In a daze, he made an inference in his heart. If it weren't for Shi Yanbao, he wouldn't understand why the pain, hatred, fear and despair in his mind came. But at the same moment, he instinctively denied this inference. He was not Shi Yanbao, and he had ten thousand evidences that he was not Shi Yanbao! Shi Yanbao would have been no longer in this world. He could not afford anything that Shi Yanbao had to bear!

If he was not Shi Yanbao, who was he? In a daze, he found that he had actually flew into the air, looking down at the countless beings on the ground like a god.

He saw two young men, one holding a jade seal and the other holding a thick letter of nationality, and under the guidance of an old white-bearded man and more than twenty unarmed men, they walked towards the dark camp opposite.

The knees had been worn out, and the forehead was bleeding from the stones on the road. The naked back was sweating in the middle of the noon sun, and three thorns tied to their naked backs weighed almost a thousand pounds. However, the two of them dared not stop and let people take off the humiliating thorns. They did not dare to stop bowing and walked into the gate of the military camp with their heads raised. The white-bearded old man named Feng had instructed that the destiny of the Great Jin State was now on them. If they performed a little wrong, not only the two brothers, the emperor, the queen, and all the people in the world would be doomed.

The Khitans came out of the camp, watching them like watching monkeys. The Khitans left a long passage, leading from the gate of the military camp to the central army's tent. Countless people with shaved heads and braids on the back of their heads ran out to watch the fun and pointed at them. The white-bearded old man was greeted by another group of Han people in brocade robes and regarded as a guest of honor. However, the two of them had to continue to bow step by step, and worship from the gate of the military camp to the enemy general's case.

There is no general outside and no minister inside. The only hope for the great Jin Dynasty is the sincerity shown by the two young men. The white-bearded old Feng said it well, and the sincerity is the opening of wood and stone. The Khitans are also humans, and the Khitan king Yelu Deguang also had the same heart as the people of the Central Plains. They were just angry with the short-sightedness of the Great Jin Dynasty and wanted to teach the Great Jin a lesson. As long as the two princes endured humiliation, they would definitely get the understanding of the Khitans and would definitely return to Bianliang with a contract.

He is the most famous and most profound scholar in the world. His words should be true.

The letter of the country was accepted by the Khitans, and the jade seal was adopted by the Khitans. The Khitans admired the piety of the two boys step by step, but did not stop the attack. When the figures of the two boys appeared in the wilderness again, half a month later, they were escorted north together with a large number of men and women. They had no strength to resist and could only be escorted to the north to become shepherd slaves of the Khitan nobles. However, suddenly one day, the Khitan cavalry who escorted them raised their maces and iron maces behind them...

"Bang!" Ning Ziming saw a civil servant kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy. He was beaten to pieces by the Khitans with maces. He saw an old man standing and cursing, who was trampled into meat paste by the Khitans with horse hooves. He saw a woman fleeing in panic, tied by the Khitans with ropes, dragged behind the horse and running wildly in the wild.

Pieces of flesh and blood fell off the woman's body as the war horse galloped, dyeing the stones on the ground red. Soon, the woman's torso completely disappeared, leaving only two sleeves tied to the rope, floating around the horse's tail, like a pair of butterfly's wings.

The next moment, he found himself suddenly falling from the sky to the ground and falling into the body of one of the boys. He moved his legs desperately and ran away in the wilderness, while the sound of horse hooves coming from behind him became clearer and clearer...

"General Ning, General Ning, what's wrong with you?!"

"General Ning, General Ning, come here, General Ning is lost in his heart again!"

Two personal soldiers who were protecting him closely finally found that the general's expression was wrong. They rushed forward one by one, one by one, and one by one, and firmly held his shoulders with their arms.

"Ah—! Ah, uh!" Ning Ziming screamed, and was pulled back to the real world from the nightmare. He was sweating profusely at the forehead, temples, spine, etc. The pain disappeared, and a feeling of fatigue quickly replaced the pain and enveloped his whole body.

Maybe he is Shi Yanbao, otherwise the scene he saw in the air just now would not be so detailed or so clear. Maybe what Master Fu Yaozi said was correct. His past memories were not completely gone, but were too painful and terrifying, making him instinctively want to forget, and instinctively want to become another person to live, just as if none of the painful past happened!

But even if I am really Shi Yanbao, what can I do?

I owe Chang Si and his daughter to save their lives, and I have made an appointment with Chang Si first. I cannot leave on my own until the crisis faced by the Chang family is completely eliminated. I am nominally the commander of the three battalions of the Tiger Wings. In fact, even the personal soldiers were sent by the Chang family and the Han family, and there is no direct subordinate to rely on. I can order to kill all the Khitans on the battlefield tonight, and Li Shouzhen, the governor of Hezhong, Zhao Kuangzan, the governor of Yongxing, and the lords in other places around me, but there are thousands of Khitans in the north and south of Yanshan Mountain. There are hundreds of thousands of Khitans with shaved top gates and small braids. They are preparing for war day and night, and they may sweep the Central Plains again at any time...

"General Ning, what happened to you just now? You scared the villain to death!" The personal soldier Chang Le patted his chest and asked with a breath.

"I, I'm fine. I'm tired. I've been traveling all day and have gone around such a big circle again. I can't hold on anymore!" Ning Ziming grinned and responded tiredly.

Who can't even guarantee the present has the right to consider the future? He is not only a general in Wusheng's army, but also an important chess piece in Chang Si's hand. The fate of the chess piece has never been controlled by himself. The more important it is, the more difficult it is to get rid of the chess player's palms.

"Then, the general might as well drink some water and eat some dry food first!" Although he knew that Ning Ziming was perfunctory, Chang Le did not dare to expose it. He just followed the other party's words and made suggestions, "The outcome of this battle has been decided. You just need to watch the fun here. You don't have to do it yourself. Anyway, the enemy's strategy is the first to see through, and the night attack mission is mainly carried out by our three battalions. No matter how much credit others make, it is not as great as you go!"

"Yes, I'll take a break before talking!" Ning Ziming smiled again and replied casually.

On the same day, he discovered the flaws in the messenger asking for help, so he used the method of pretending to be sick to stop Han Chongyun from sending troops immediately. Then, he discussed a countermeasure with Han Chongyun, Yang Guangyi and others overnight, and used a plan to make a plan, deliberately marching slowly, and delaying time. Today, Cai Gongliang was dragged so hard that he found an excuse to take a step. Han Chongyun immediately ordered the remaining messengers who stayed to lead the way and tortured them severely.

After figuring out the true identities of the messenger and the bandits, everyone originally planned to withdraw their troops immediately. He had a sudden idea and formulated a crazy and bold strategy, taking a small path to the southeast of Qinyang City, pretending to be a hero in Taihang Mountain, and killing the bandit army off guard.

Since both sides were bandits, the battle became a black and black on the Green Forest Road. There was no charge of leading troops across the border without the imperial decree, nor would it reveal the true strength of Wu Sheng's army to the court. The real boss of the opponent, Li Shouzhen, the governor of Hezhong, finally figured out who killed the Leopard Cavalry, could only kill his teeth and swallow it in his stomach! He would never dare to admit that the first wave of bandits was a fake he sent, and he would not dare to tell Chang Si the black situation to Liu Zhiyuan!

Everything went very smoothly. So far, all the results and the performance of the opponent were almost as expected. The only thing beyond his expectations was that damn memory. He couldn't find it when he needed it, and when he didn't, it suddenly became so clear again.

"General, Li Shouzhen suffered a great loss this time!" Seeing that Ning Ziming was always unscrupulous, Han Baozi, a personal soldier from the Han family, deliberately said loudly. "In this battle, prisoners and killings can kill at least 20,000 of his people. Even if the rest can escape back, they will not be able to go to the battlefield without a year or two!"

"Yes, Li Shouzhen has always been ambitious and has always thought that the territory that the court has sealed him is too small and there are too few soldiers and horses under his command. Now, General, you cut half of his arm down with a knife. If there is any change in the world in the future, he can defend his current territory, and it will be burning a high incense!" Chang Le, who came from the Chang family, also deliberately spoke loudly in order to cheer up the spirit of his own protector.

"Look at what you two said, it's like a battle to destroy the country!" Ning Ziming knew that the two of them were kind-hearted, smiled and shook his head gently.

"It's almost the same if it's not the battle to destroy the country!" Seeing that he was willing to respond, Chang Le was overjoyed and immediately took over the conversation and said with a smile. "What's more interesting is that the guy who escaped by chance may not know who was sneak attacking them. Once Li Shouzhen put the account on Hu Yancong, haha, general, please wait and see the dog bite the dog. These two bastards are not a good-for-nothing light!"

"It's possible for a while, but over time, Li Shouzhen may not be able to find the truth!" Ning Ziming shook his head again, trying his best to throw the fatigue and confusion in his heart behind his head.

Even if I am really Shi Yanbao, I am still alive at the top of my head. Only by living well can I have a future. A reckless man who only has the back of his head can do nothing.

I want to live!

Looking at the brighter and brighter sky, Ning Ziming told himself silently.

"I want to live!" Under the same bright sky, Cai Gongliang swears gritted his teeth.

Only by living can we send the details of the attack last night back to Li Shuai’s desk in Hezhong. Only by living can we find Wu Shengjun and seek revenge on the damn little fox Shi Yanbao.

Although he did not see the face of the sneak attacker clearly, nor did he witness the entire demise of the Leopard Cavalry. However, based on his years of hard work on the battlefield and his usual experience of harming others, he could now clearly infer that the attacker was Wu Sheng's army, the Tiger-Wing Army that had just been formed in Wu Sheng's army. The mastermind could only be the first Ning Ziming who pretended to be caught in the chest and fainted in front of him, or the second prince Shi Yanbao!

Looking back now, the whole process becomes clear. Han Chongyun has not been fooled from the beginning. The so-called sending troops when Ning Ziming's injury is stable is just an excuse to delay time and take the opportunity to discuss countermeasures. However, Cai, a man, was played in his palm by three stinky and furry children. Until he heard the sound of horse hooves outside the tent, he was still dreaming of annihilation of the other party!

The Iron Cavalry of the Tiger Wing Army rushed into the camp from the south gate, and the outpost he advised Zhou Jianliang to go to the northeastern road from the mountainous area of ​​Zezhou to Qinyang. The damn Han Chongyun was clearly familiar with the terrain of Qinyang. He knew every large and small passage leading to Qinyang, but he pretended not to know anything and did not know anything, and entrusted Cai to lead the way. The Tiger Wing Army under his command was obviously mostly cavalry, and there was no problem of traveling a hundred miles every day, but he deliberately pretended to be exhausted and only walked forty miles a day, which made Cai completely lose patience and deceive Cai completely lose guard!

How could he be so bad at such a young age? How could he be so bad at Cai? If Cai did not revenge in this life, how would he have to meet the brothers who were cheated to death?

While he was ruthless, he encouraged himself with hatred. His legs kept walking west as quickly as possible. The clothes on his body were taken off a scholar half an hour ago. The gold and silver in his arms came from another seemingly rich man's house. Cai Gongliang really couldn't believe that the neighborhood of Qinyang City had been a mess, and some people thought that hiding at home could prevent disaster from coming to the door. Cai Gongliang couldn't believe that the rich man would order the servants to put down his knife obediently and let him search for all the gold and silver and weapons in his home.

Before leaving, Cai Gongliang killed all the people he met. This is a chaotic era, and only those who dare to kill can survive. Those who dare not hold a knife are just lambs with two legs. With clothes and gold and silver, the next road will be much easier. The local soldiers and horses who stayed in Huaizhou suffered great losses some time ago, and they hid in the city and dared not show their heads. The Zhuangding in the fortress along the way was also killed by him and Zhou Jianliang. If you continue walking along the path below, it is impossible for any government and local soldiers to come out to stop him. As long as you can walk more than twenty miles to the southwest before the sun rises completely, you can reach the bank of the Yellow River, and then grab a fishing boat and sail and escape completely.

Thinking of how to encourage Li Shouzhen to revenge after going back, Cai Gongliang's legs became stronger and stronger. He stepped on the weed path and trotted, "Squirting, Squirting, Squirting..."

In the early years, he was still the scout's foundation. Although he had indulged in his passion for the past, he did not delay his martial arts practice. In a blink of an eye, he ran for four or five miles and looked back and saw that there were no pursuers. He couldn't help but feel relaxed in his heart. He raised his sleeves and gently wiped the oily sweat from his face.

At this moment, several sword lights suddenly flashed from the shrub beside him. Cai Gongliang instinctively jumped up to avoid it, but was surprised to find that he was as light as a swallow, jumping into the air at once. The grass and trees around him instantly became extremely low.

"Brothers, this is a fat sheep! Hurry up, take off your clothes and take out all the softness of his body! Take advantage of the chaos of war and do a few more votes, and then we go to the south to find a wealthy place to eat and drink!" A meaningful voice rang out on the ground immediately...

"The master is mighty!"

"The master is mighty!"

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Chapter completed!