Zhang's Mansion is also within Luocheng, not far from Prince Yan's Mansion, just two streets apart, so that it is convenient for Prince Yan to summon him to discuss military affairs.
The Zhang Mansion under the setting sun is immersed in a sad atmosphere, with white flags, white paper and white lanterns, monks and Taoists gathered together, and sorrow and music filling the air. The surroundings are heavily guarded, with heads wrapped in white scarves and cold faces guarding the surroundings. Prince Yan's Mansion
The elite soldiers in Youzhou are now almost all soldiers. After a year of expansion, battle damage, reorganization, elimination of Zhuo and Yi, the Mabu army in the north alone, with Youzhou as the center of defense, has more than 20,000 soldiers.
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Among so many soldiers, there were more than thirty generals with a command of more than a thousand men. In addition to those assigned to garrison at the Wubao in surrounding counties and towns, they all came to the scene to express their condolences according to the ceremony.
"Your Majesty," Zhao Siwan found Zhao Kuangzan in the corner of the courtyard and called.
Zhao Siwan was dressed in chainmail and covered with a mourning cloth, her hand always pressed on her waist knife, looking murderous.
Zhao Siwan was originally rewarded by the imperial court and appointed governor of Yongzhou for his contribution to Jifeng Mountain. After following Zhao Kuangzan to the north, he became more important and was worshiped as the commander of the Yamen. He became the first general under Zhao Kuangzan, which was a great success.
"Have everything been arranged?" Zhao Kuangzan hid behind the gray wall and looked in the direction of the mourning hall. In addition to the constant mourning and music, there was already a lot of noise there.
"Please rest assured, Your Majesty, Ghost Face and Yajun have been arranged. They are absolute confidants. They will not miss important events. They will only wait for the order from the King and the Crown Prince!" Zhao Siwan looked eager to give it a try.
"How many people are still on the list who haven't arrived yet?"
"There are still two commanders. Do you want the general to send someone to invite them?" Zhao Siwan asked.
"No need!" Zhao Kuangzan expressed his objection without hesitation and ordered: "I will send someone else to deal with it. You have to control the Zhang Mansion. Those who pass the house tonight will not be allowed to enter or leave without orders. No one is allowed to escape!"
"yes!"
In the front yard of the mourning hall, seven or eight tables of funeral banquets have been set up, and all the Youzhou civil and military officials who are qualified to pass the palace have taken their seats. Civil and military officials are clearly distinguished, and there are factions among the military officials, each gathering together. The buzzing discussion has not subsided.
It disturbs the seriousness of the scene and shows no respect for the deceased.
"You are dead, and you still want me to suffer this living punishment." Several military generals gathered around a table, with mourning silk hanging casually on their bodies. One of them said impatiently.
"The King of Yan asked me to wait, but he arrived too late. What's the point? If I have this skill, I might as well lead the army!" Another person echoed.
People are divided into groups, and these people are basically the targets of Zhao Yanshou's "purge".
"Shut up!" A general with a stern face scolded him lightly, looking quite powerful. It seemed that he was the leader of this group of people, and indeed he was. This man Zhang Yan was Fan Yangji's most powerful man.
The powerful military leader is now the deputy commander of the capital in Yanei (the commander of the capital is also held by Zhao Kuangzan). He holds military power and was previously ranked among the top five in the Yan army.
With his display of power, the generals at the table shut their mouths, but only for a moment. Soon, the conversation resumed. They were all military leaders, and although they were of the same rank, who could really restrain whom?
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"Judge Zhang is dead. King Yan is ill. I don't know how long he can survive..." A fair-faced and beardless captain next to Zhang Yan lowered his voice and sounded unscrupulous in his words.
"Don't let others hear your words like this." Zhang Yan glanced at the man and looked cautious in a low voice, but he said: "I don't think it will last long."
"I heard that King Yan's condition is getting worse day by day. Look at how he has been fully supporting Zhao Kuangzan in taking power recently. This is obviously preparing for his funeral!" Colonel Bai Mian said coldly: "It's impossible to say when King Yan will die too.
How can Zhao Kuangzan, a young man, control the overall situation of Youyan? General Zhang, we must be prepared. We have a share in Youzhou and cannot be destroyed in his hands."
Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows, looked at the lantern in front of the mourning hall, and was fascinated by the word "Dian", and said lightly: "This is not the place to discuss this matter!"
"clear!"
Finally, people didn’t have to wait for too long. When the patience of the army leaders was almost exhausted, Yan Wang Zhao Yanshou finally showed up. He came solemnly in black clothes and white robes, and his steps were steady. From his appearance, nothing could be seen out of the ordinary.
It seems that the body is as healthy as ever.
The scene of Zhao Yanshou personally offering his condolences to the mourning hall was naturally much more solemn. The civil servants held this album and read aloud the Shinto inscription written by Zhao Yanshou personally for Zhang Li. Zhao Yanshou himself had a good literary talent.
, was a talented poet, and the memorial text he wrote was so sincere that it moved those who understood it, while the warriors present felt drowsy after listening to it.
Until the condolences were over, the civil servants dispersed one after another, and the generals followed the orders of King Yan and moved to other courtyards.
"General Zhang, something is wrong." After entering the other courtyard, the white-faced captain stared at the guards standing around. Many of them had scars on their faces.
"They are from Ghost Face Capital. There are so many Ghost Face Army hidden in Zhang Mansion!" Zhang Yan's expression suddenly became extremely solemn.
His eyes flickered for a few times, and without hesitation, Zhang Yan left the team and was about to return to the front courtyard. Colonel Bai Mian seemed to have thought of something and followed closely, but was stopped by the sergeant in front of the courtyard.
"How dare you stop me?" Zhang Yan shouted harshly.
The sergeant on guard paid no attention to him and just stopped him and refused to let him go.
Before Zhang Yan got angry, a somewhat sarcastic voice sounded in his ears: "What does General Zhang want?"
Hearing the sound, his body tensed, Zhang Yan squinted his eyes, looked at Zhao Siwan's ugly face, and suddenly felt a little panicked. He made an excuse casually: "I have a stomachache, and I want to make an excuse."
"General Sun is not feeling well too?" Zhao Siwan smiled ugly and glanced at the white-faced captain.
"I......"
Not listening to his words at all, Zhao Siwan said to Zhang Yan directly and coldly: "The general understands that it is inconvenient for General Zhang, but the king of Yan summoned him, so he can only aggrieve the general."
"Please tell General Zhao to report to King Yan, I will be here later!" Zhang Yan said perfunctorily and started to rush out.
Being stopped again, Zhang Yan suddenly became angry when faced with Zhao Siwan who was blocking the way: "Zhao Siwan, you are such a small commander, how dare you rush into Shangguan?"
Seeing his arrogance, Zhao Siwan didn't say much. He just put his hand on the handle of the knife with a cold light in his eyes. He had long disliked his immediate superior.
Seeing this, Zhang Yan couldn't help but look at each other with the principal named Sun, and both could see the worries and worries in their eyes.
The two people were almost escorted into the other courtyard, and in the meantime, all the passages were occupied by Sergeant Ghost Face. If you don't understand what is going to happen in this scene, you are hopelessly stupid.
"The king has arrived!" Accompanied by a shout, Zhao Yanshou and his son appeared and stood on the steps.
"Your Majesty, if you want to receive us, why do you need to start such a battle? Do you want to treat us, the generals, as prisoners?" Looking up to see the father and son, Zhang Yan was full of resentment and went straight out of the queue to take the lead in questioning Zhao Yanshou.
After scanning a circle, Zhao Yanshou sighed and said: "You are all heroes of Youyan and the backbone of the Yan army. I want to go to the New Year, and I will go hand in hand with you and fight bloody battles to regain Youzhou and drive away the Khitan. Now,
In just one year, people's hearts have become so dispersed. I think I have been tolerant of you all. However, recently, some people have deceived the public and disturbed the morale of the army, and the morale of the army has been in turmoil. Youzhou has reached a very dangerous point. For Youyan Shi
Tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians, please forgive Zhao, we can no longer tolerate this!"
"What does King Yan want to do?" Zhang Yan asked nervously.
"Take it!" Without any further words, Zhao Yanshou waved his hand, and the surrounding soldiers pounced on him like wolves and tigers.