The city could not be entered, and since he had an appointment with Wang Zamao at noon tomorrow, Chang Yu did not want to go back to Lu Daqi's camp for nearly a hundred miles, so he ordered the eastward trip. He wanted to cross the Biandan River and then go further to station at the Qingshan River, but nothing happened.
There was too much rain in the past few days and the river swelled. For a while, I couldn't find a shallow place to cross the river. I finally found a small forest ten miles northeast of Wuhu to camp.
It has been rainy for several days, humid and full of mosquitoes. Camping in the wild is a necessity and a hardship. Fortunately, Heilang camp is not the delicate soldier baby in Nanjing. This kind of wild survival has long been commonplace for them.
Of course, you still have to suffer the sin.
After nearly half an hour of hard work, many huts were built in the woods, and then a fire was made to dry the ground. At least it would be more comfortable to sit or sleep on than when it was wet. Then, lighting mosquito repellent would also reduce the suffering.
Lao Jiu came back from hunting with several brothers. He did a good job of putting it away and even got a wild boar weighing two hundred pounds. The soldiers howled happily, just like wolves in the middle of the night. Li Muchian even shook his head and sighed:
"What a pity, what a pity, what a pity."
"What a pity! Isn't wild boar delicious?" Wu Zhong swallowed: "If you think it's not delicious, save a bite for me to eat later!"
"It's a pity that we don't have any wine!" Li Muxian shook his hands vigorously with a look of pity on his face, which made Wuzhong stand up with a groan and look in the direction of Wuhu City and beat his chest.
"Why, you still want to get two taels!" Chang Yu snorted, and Wu Zhong sighed and turned around and sat down again. He looked at the wild boar on the fire stand by the river and wiped his saliva: "You can't have your cake and eat it too."
That’s right, let’s make do with it.”
"If tomorrow goes well, we can celebrate after entering the city." Chang Yu smiled slightly and looked at the vague light of fire flashing at the top of Wuhu City in the distance. Everyone was naturally very happy after hearing this, and they all prayed that Wang Zamao could do something for others.
Let them down.
The soldiers camping by the river were able to have fun even without drinking. They ate meat and boasted loudly. Such ostentatious behavior naturally attracted the rebels to come and take a look. Although they didn't know whether they were sent by Wang Zamao or Tang Hu.
Yes, but just spying on the outer sentry of Black Wolf Camp from a distance, he would immediately run away after issuing a warning.
But the good times didn't last long, and suddenly it started to rain again, and it kept pouring. Everyone cursed the weather, and Chang Yu could only pray secretly that it wouldn't rain too hard, otherwise he would suffer a lot: "Half-immortal, this rain
Is it heavy?"
Li Muxian smiled bitterly: "I am only a half-immortal. He can calculate that the rain will stop in two days and the limit will be reached. If he can also calculate when he will be old and when he will be small, then he will be a true immortal." Chang Yu chuckled, secretly sighing for future generations.
The weather forecast can really calculate when it will rain and when it will stop, which is even better than a god.
In order to prevent heavy rain at night, Qiao Sanxiu, Chen Wangting and other personal attendants were busy thickening the hay shed. Chang Yu ate a piece of wild boar in the shed, picked up his clothes and wiped his mouth. He looked at the plainness in the corner and couldn't help it.
He scolded: "Tell me, are you uncomfortable staying in Nanjing city? Why do you have to go out and suffer this kind of punishment? What's the point of being exposed to wind, rain and mosquito bites?"
"I want to be free and at ease." Su Jing raised her head and said, "I was born in the Jianghu and lived a life of living in the open air. I really feel that I am more comfortable than living in the noble house with fine clothes and fine food." Chang Yu made a sound and rolled his eyes: "Our family
I understand that you feel comfortable, but are you comfortable now? Can a woman feel comfortable staying with a group of men? Even if you feel comfortable, they will feel uncomfortable too!" Chang Yu is telling the truth. If Su Jing hadn't been there, he would have died by now.
I had my shirt on, but now I'm obviously sweaty and still wearing single clothes...
"He Zhu thinks I'm a burden and a hindrance, so I won't wait for you anymore." Su Jing said as she stood up and was about to leave, but was quickly stopped by Song Luoshu: "My lord, this is your concern, don't be impulsive." She and Night Demon were old friends.
Knowledge, if others don’t dare to persuade you, they may not be able to persuade you, and even if you persuade the Night Demon, you won’t appreciate it.
"You're so angry after just a few words, do you think our family can control you?" Chang Yu smiled bitterly and shook his head, Su Jing also went downhill: "It's not that I don't want to control you, then you have to say something reasonable.
..." Chang Yu didn't want to continue arguing with her, knowing that if he continued talking, it would be endless, so he quickly stopped a soldier passing by the hut: "Come here and clean this up."
"Yes, sir." The soldier bowed into the hut and bent down to clean up the food on the floor. Chang Yu felt that the man's voice sounded familiar and took a closer look. He turned to Su Jing and said, "Go out for a walk."
Su Jing hummed, turned around and went out. Chang Yu then looked at the soldier and said, "My lord, are you still used to it?" It turned out that this man was Zhu Yujian, the deposed king of Tang Dynasty.
Upon hearing this, Zhu Yujian cupped his hands and said, "I don't dare to be called a prince."
Chang Yu smiled slightly and motioned for him to sit down and chat, and Zhu Yujian put down his work and found a clean place to sit down: "It used to be too leisurely inside the high wall, but now it's a bit strenuous to follow the march, but there's nothing else."
, but I have gained a lot of knowledge and inspired some ambitions, but... after all, I am almost over fifty."
"How could the prince be so decadent when he was in his prime? I don't think that even an eighty-year-old man would still ask if he could have a meal. How can you follow me?" Chang Yu looked at Zhu Yujian carefully. His face looked slightly tired but his body was stronger than before.
He was a little older, and his spirit was completely different from when we first met him inside the high wall.
The two were chatting in the thatched shed. The rain was getting heavier outside. The soldiers were busy building shelters to take shelter from the rain. Su Jing asked Song Luoshu under a tree not far away: "I just heard the little governor talking to Niubi. It seems that he wants to go."
Which thief leader was killed, and who was sent there?"
Song Luoshu chuckled, and then told Wang Zamao about surrendering and trying to persuade Wang Tizhong to surrender. Su Jing frowned: "If you kill Wang Tizhong, it will be much easier for the young governor to go south to quell the chaos."
"That's natural." Song Luoshu nodded: "The little governor said that Wang Zhong is Bai Wang's right-hand man. As long as he surrenders or persuades him to surrender, Bai Wang will have no power to fight back."
Su Jing said: "If Wang Zamao misses, how about we join forces to kill Wang Tizhong?"
Ah! Song Luoshu scratched his head: "There is no assassination in the army. He is a general of the bandit army. He is always protected by at least a hundred soldiers when he never leaves the military camp. It is difficult to even get close, let alone attack!" Su Jing snorted coldly: "What a loss.
Your brother and sister are also famous assassins in the world, so it doesn’t matter if he is among the tens of thousands, I can do what others can do.”
Song Luoshu frowned: "Who can do it?"
"You have been serving the young governor for a long time, haven't you heard that there was an elusive guy who chased him all the way from the capital to the outside of the pass and assassinated him? Even with a master like Chen Wangting at his side, he slipped away, not to mention the same for the young governor.
He was in the military camp. It's just that he didn't expect that the young governor was also a master. If he were an ordinary person, he would have succeeded earlier. I don't believe that Wang Ti Zhong is also a strong martial artist."
"Okay, I believe you can sneak up to him and do it, but I don't want you to take risks. More importantly, if you want to assassinate, you must first get the permission of the little governor, because this is not a simple assassination issue. King Ti Zhong
His life and death, surrender and death are all related to the situation of the war and should not be acted upon rashly."
Su Jing thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay, I'll ask him."
Luoshu of the Song Dynasty is very right when he says that life and death in the king's body affect the current situation.
Wang Zamao was listening to the rain at night in the small village west of Wuhu City, thinking about whether to let Wang Tizhong live or die.
If he is alive, even if he is willing to surrender and become a high official, he will still have to work under him, not to mention that he may not be willing to surrender and will kill himself instead. But if he dies, the eunuch of Dongchang will only say
If you have faith, you will have a bright future.
"Brother, are you worried about something?" At this time, a confidant came in holding a watermelon, put it on the table and cut it open with a few cuts. Wang Zamao smiled and picked up a piece and took a few bites: "You
How can you tell that I have something on my mind?"
"Ever since you came back from your meeting with the officers and soldiers, you looked worried. By the way, brother, why didn't you kill those officers and soldiers just now and what were you talking to them about?"
"Kill them?" Wang Zamao spat out a few melon seeds: "Pan Dahu, do you know the background of the officers and soldiers on the opposite side? They burned incense before they killed us, and you still want to die!"
Pan Dahu was startled: "What are their backgrounds? Even if they are the emperor's personal soldiers, what can they do? They are just a few hundred people. Each one of them is wet..."
"Yes, yes, please shut up." Wang Zamao interrupted him, looked around and whispered: "Dahu, do you think our rebels still have hope?"
"Why not? We have been fighting all the way from De'an in the past few months. We can reach Nanjing in sight. As long as we capture Nanjing, then..." Pan Dahu immediately became excited, and Wang Zamao interrupted him again helplessly:
"Do you really think so? King Chuang sent hundreds of thousands of troops from Xi'an to march eastward, and they almost broke into the city of Beijing. But what happened in the end? Do you think we can touch the city of Nanjing?"
"Yes." Pan Dahu touched his head: "It's different. I heard that King Chuang was defeated by a eunuch. That eunuch was a murderer... But the officers and soldiers here in Nanjing can't do it. You see..." Pan Dahu seemed to have thought of
There was a slight embarrassment on Qian Shen's face: "We lost the city because we were careless. It will not be an easy task after we have rested enough and waited until Wang Ti Zhong's reinforcements arrived."
"But what if the murderous devil comes here?" Wang Zamao couldn't help but shudder as he said this. Pan Dahu was startled, and then he said, "Could it be that just now..."
Hush, Wang Zamao looked around nervously to signal him to be silent, and then whispered: "Yes, it's that murderous grinder. He wants to recruit me! Otherwise, he will destroy us just now!"