"Of course." Pan Zhuqing expressed satisfaction with everyone's expressions and reactions.
When Fang Zhiwen ran away from the tent with a pale face, Xue Jiu whispered to Pan Zhuqing in his ear: "Could it be that he ran away?"
Pan Zhuqing didn't answer. He picked up the tea bowl and took a sip. There seemed to be a smile on his lips. It would be more to his liking if he ran away.
After this brief interlude, everyone suddenly exploded again and fell into a war of words. Yang Jinyi had a bad temper, and Ge Xiaoqing was not a fuel-efficient lamp either. The two of them were going back and forth, red-faced and red-faced, and they wanted to fight in the tent.
Let’s talk about it one more time.
"What the hell do you know? How many years have you been fighting? When I was leading the army, you were still wearing crotchless pants!" This was Yang Jinyi's unbridled roar.
Ge Xiaoqing, the newborn calf on the opposite side, responded unceremoniously: "How do you speak? Can you speak? Are you the oldest here? Don't you think you are General Cao? Don't be arrogant!"
Everyone present either tried to persuade or helped to scold them. Zhao Xiong and Cao Rui had long been accustomed to the temperament of their gang of brats and ignored them. Instead, they gathered together to discuss in a low voice.
But Pan Er Shao and He Yong no longer had the intention to participate in this noisy debate. They all beat the drum in their hearts in unison, fearing that Fang Zhiwen would be scared away.
"What's going on with your elder brother? If it wasn't for your sake, I would really beat him up..." He Yong finally couldn't help but complained softly to Pan Ershao.
The evil young man also frowned and glanced at Pan Zhuqing, who didn't pay attention to him. He sighed softly and said to He Yong: "Don't talk nonsense, I'll go out and take a look."
"That's fine."
But when the evil young man got up and walked to the center of the big tent, the escapee came back obediently.
The bewildered expression and hesitant twinkling eyes seemed to tell everyone that he had not found any inspiration in the hut.
Bad Shao, He Yong and others didn't expect Fang Zhiwen to come up with any useful tricks. As long as they saw him having the courage to come back, they were already relieved.
He walked cautiously in the direction of the general platform with messy steps among the noisy and angry generals. Pan Zhuqing and Xue Jiu looked at him with satisfaction, as if they were witnessing a frightened camel struggling to find its place in the danger.
place.
However……
When he walked to the middle of the general stage, this man who looked a little hunched due to nervousness suddenly straightened his back, spread his shoulders, and turned to face the noisy crowd. For a moment, hesitation and surprise appeared in his eyes.
The fear and anxiety completely dissipated, and what was replaced was a compelling majesty and hostility.
"Bang Bang!" A golden gong sounded, and everyone shut their mouths and looked at the man in the center of the stage with a gong and hammer in surprise. More than ten minutes ago, the little fart who was still obedient and had no presence in front of his father.
Boy, is he trying to rebel against his father at this moment?
"If I hear someone talking nonsense again, I will pull him out and beat him with twenty army sticks." His voice echoed powerfully in the big tent, shocking everyone's ears and courage. "Now, you have to listen to me.
Say it, or continue to argue?"
Pan Zhuqing immediately felt that the reversal of things seemed to be beyond his imagination. The person on the stage... was no longer Fang Zhiwen at all. "Zhao Changyuan..." He murmured to himself with a pale face, and the tea cup in his hand was about to be destroyed.
He crushed it himself.
Zhao Changyuan's cold face suddenly turned to him, his eyes were as deep as cold pools. The innocence and clarity in his eyes before seemed to have been permanently sealed. "Master Pan, although you are not a member of my command, the country has national laws and the military has military regulations.
As long as you are under my account, you must obey my orders. Otherwise, you will be dealt with according to military regulations. Come on!"
"exist!"
At this time, except for the two executioners who came after hearing the order, no one made any sound, and everyone even became cautious when breathing. Even Zhao Xiong and Cao Rui could only watch in silence.
It is the magic power gives people.
"Pull Pan Zhuqing outside the tent... and beat him with twenty army sticks." Zhao Changyuan's faint words were like a bolt from the blue, which stunned everyone. He wanted to beat Pan Zhuqing? The one who killed several officials, six in a row.
Pan Zhuqing, the Living King of Hell, whose prince always took a detour when meeting him?
"Yes!" The executioner couldn't control so much. After receiving the order, he had to go over and take the person.
Xue Jiu immediately walked out and stopped in front of Pan Zhuqing: "How dare you?!"
Zhao Changyuan's expression did not change and he said calmly: "Take the person next to him also and beat him twenty each."
"Wait a minute!" Master Jiu now realized that they were not bluffing, but were going to take serious action against their master and servant.
Pan Zhuqing whispered behind Xue Jiu: "Stop talking." He was not afraid of being beaten, but at this moment, he could not recover from the shock. His original vicious plan was enough to kill Zhao Changyuan.
Although there was an accident, it also caused the other party to lose his mind, disown his relatives, and become a puppet of the Ming Cult. It can be said that his life was ruined. But now, not only did he not die, he was able to come back from the hands of the Ming Cult with complete sanity.
…
How could Xue Jiu just watch and let Pan Zhuqing suffer such humiliation? He immediately took two steps, knelt in the middle of the tent and begged: "Marshal, let me bear these twenty army sticks for Mr. Pan! You can hit me with forty, eight
Ten doesn’t matter...as long as you calm down. Please, Marshal! For...for the sake of General Pan."
After hearing this, Zhao Changyuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Xue Jiu seemed not as stupid as he thought. "Since you are so loyal, I will help you, so you can do it for him." At this moment, he really felt like he was here.
Selling Pan Jingyuan's face. With a quick glance, Pan Jingyuan breathed a sigh of relief.
Xue Jiu clasped his fists and said loudly: "Thank you, Marshal!" After saying this, he was led out of the tent by the executioners.
For a moment, there was no sound except the sound of breathing. Zhao Changyuan's gaze was as thin as a razor blade, crossing the faces of everyone present. Most people were silently surprised in their hearts. This young man was completely different from what he was ten minutes ago.
People. And the few people who knew the inside story were even more shocked. Is this person in front of them the same Zhao Changyuan they have known for twenty years?
The place where he stood was a position he was very familiar with. The person in front of him was also an old friend he was very familiar with. But this situation and scene were so strange to him. Ever since Gong Yueyue suddenly fell into coma until now
Today, it has lasted for more than half a year. No one can imagine what kind of torture and suffering this young man, who still looks like a jade, has gone through. No one can imagine that it has been so long.
Since then, how his heart and will have been torn apart again and again, and how he has patched them back together alone.
"Let's talk about Jing Yuan's opinion. Hold your troops still and wait for the Liao people to fight. Then, by then, the Liao army will be able to rest and reorganize and cooperate with the Xixia soldiers, but our army will be in a hurry to fight. I am afraid that when we set up camp, we will be attacked by them.
Went out."
His tone was not harsh, but his words were not polite. This was exactly the same as before. When talking about the use of war, he was always straightforward and ruthless. Because he knew deeply that what they were discussing now
This matter is related to the lives of thousands of people and hundreds of families, and he must take it seriously.
This is also the biggest difference between him and Zhao Xiong. Although Zhao Xiong can be regarded as strict in military law, he is still a bit informal. For example, the generals were noisy together just now, which in his opinion was ordinary. He can ask the military masters to be as humble and courteous as civil servants.
, are they talking too much? That would be too difficult for them.
But Zhao Changyuan would never condone these seemingly inconspicuous problems of his generals. No matter which battle, the generals under his command must adapt to his monotony and perfectionism. At this point, he, a Capricorn,
Men win over Virgos.
Fortunately, the bad boy is not a conceited person like Yang Jinyi. Hearing him reject all his suggestions, he didn't feel that it was ugly, but he also admitted in his heart that he did not consider it well and did not treat the soldiers of both sides when the war started.
Your physical and mental state are taken into account.
Zhao Changyuan gave them a moment to digest, and then said loudly: "Since we have been discussing it for a whole day and there is no result, then I will make the decision, and you all just do it."
The people in the audience remained silent. He chuckled lightly, but his tone was still majestic: "Do you have any other opinions? You are allowed to speak now."
"No." "No objection." "The marshal has made up his mind."
The soldiers echoed each other's words loudly. Everyone wanted to know what decent ideas this pretty-faced marshal could come up with.
Zhao Changyuan sat down at the desk and took out two command arrows from the sword tube in front of him: "He Yong, Yang Jinyi comes forward to listen to the order!"
"The general is here!" "He is!"
"I order you to lead an attack on Yingzhou with 30,000 troops early tomorrow morning. However, you are only allowed to attack and not attack the city." As he said this, he handed the arrows to the hands of the two generals.
"Get the order!" "Yes!" He Yong was so happy that he was finally back. His mentor and friend, the friend of life and death. When he reached out to pick up the long-lost order arrow, his eyes were red with excitement.
When Zhao Changyuan's eyes came into contact with He Yong's red eyes, they suddenly softened a lot. They didn't need to say much, but they understood each other and supported each other silently. This is the tacit understanding that true friendship can create.
His gentleness flashed away, and then he returned to his majesty and coldness: "Zhao Liang, Ge Xiaoqing, come forward and obey the order!"
"In the!"
"Tomorrow afternoon, you will lead 20,000 troops into the west side of Mozhou City. Again, only harassment is allowed, but no destruction of the city is allowed."
"yes!"
"Others, go back to your place and wait for orders at any time."
"Yes!" "Yes!"
Although most people have long been accustomed to Zhao Changyuan's words when ordering troops on the general platform, there are still a few people who feel uncomfortable and difficult to understand. For example, at this moment, Cao Rui and Zhao Xiong, although they did not speak,
But there is inevitably a murmur in my heart. Is it really appropriate to act arbitrarily without consulting everyone? (To be continued)