Chapter 65 I’m asking if you can resist being beaten
The Baozong army was temporarily stationed near the river.
Kuang Ye, the Minister of the Ministry of War, Wang Zuo, the Minister of the Ministry of Households, the British Duke Zhang Fu, and the escort general Fan Zhong were patrolling the army. They looked at the sergeants with low morale, and everyone frowned.
As people who know soldiers well, they all know very well that with such morale, once they encounter the main force of Wala, the game is basically over.
"If your Majesty had listened to our advice and entered the pass through Zijin from the very beginning, he would have been inside the pass. Under the strong walls and clear fields, Oala would have no choice but to retreat. How could he be in such an embarrassing situation now that he was chased away by others?"
Kuang Ye was furious, but he had no choice.
As the Minister of the Ministry of War, he has already given advice beforehand.
However, the emperor didn't listen, and only listened to the dead eunuch who had read a few Three-Character Classics. Even if he told the truth, it was useless.
Wang Zuo was even more silent. He was in finance and didn't understand the art of war. He was supposed to be playing soy sauce on this trip, but he didn't know that the soy sauce was not finished. He had the illusion that he was going to finish the game.
As for the British Duke Zhang Fu, the son of Zhang Yu and the coach who destroyed Annan in World War I, as a famous general of his generation, he was also silent.
He is already seventy-five this year, and he just wants to return to the capital as soon as possible, enjoy the happiness of family, have fun with the group, and end his life.
"Fan Zhong, Wang Zhen is preventing us from meeting His Majesty. Now you are the only one who can see Your Majesty on the grounds of military affairs. It is not suitable for the army to stay here for a long time. You must go and persuade Your Majesty. Break camp immediately and rush to Huailai City before dark. ."
"As long as we enter Huailai City, even if we join forces to catch up first, your Majesty and the officers and soldiers of the three armies can still be saved."
Kuang Ye looked at Fan Zhong, who looked older but still mighty.
"Yes."
Fan Zhong cupped his fists and saluted. Although he said this, he was not sure.
It is precisely because he, the guard general, is closest to the emperor that he knows one thing better: the current young emperor only listens to the words of Mr. Wang.
"Hey? Who is that?"
At this time, Wang Zuo, the Minister of the Ministry of Finance, raised his hand and pointed at a man who was completely different from others in terms of clothing and hair.
Because this person disappeared out of thin air in full view.
Ji Boying: Damn, the coordinates are crooked again.
At this time, inside the emperor’s tent.
Wang Zhen smiled slightly awkwardly and slowly turned over the Art of War in his hand.
Since the army came out of Shuntian, Wang Zhen has to hold Sun Tzu's Art of War in his hands whenever he is in front of Zhu Qizhen, to show Zhu Qizhen that although we don't have a hero, we are definitely a master of military art.
Suddenly, a figure appeared out of thin air in the tent.
Zhu Qizhen, who had just finished a glass of wine, suddenly shrank his pupils and moved his butt back in shock. The wine glass in his hand fell and spilled all over his crotch.
Wang Zhen was also stunned.
The word ‘assassin’ suddenly popped into my mind.
For a moment, this guy was so frightened that he even forgot to call the Jin Yiwei outside the tent.
"You, who are you?!"
Zhu Qizhen calmed down slightly. After all, he was the emperor and had seen big scenes.
Ji Boying was wearing sunglasses, with his hands in his trouser pockets, and just looked calmly at the Ming God of War, who was eagerly sought after by countless fans of Ming history in later generations. He looked quite heroic. It is estimated that this temple name was determined by his appearance.
He didn't answer Zhu Qizhen's question, but calmly raised his hand, and a mint cigarette appeared out of thin air between his fingers. He bit it in the corner of his mouth, pulled it, and lit it.
"You...!"
Wang Zhen stood up and was about to speak.
Ji Boying held a cigarette in his mouth and glanced at the eunuch Wang from the corner of his eye under his sunglasses.
Wang Zhen has long been used to having great power and taking life and death. He is used to others being afraid of him and looking at him with awe. He has not seen this kind of indifference that does not take him seriously for many years. He was stunned for a moment.<
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Step by step, Ji Boying walked towards Zhu Qizhen.
When you come to the desk, you raise your feet and step on the desk.
"Who are you?"
"What do you want to do?!"
Zhu Qizhen swallowed. He was not stupid, and his intuition told him that the person in front of him was abnormal.
Because the curtain of the tent was not moved at all just now, where did this person come from? He couldn’t be Tu Xingsun, could he?!
Ji Boying still didn't speak, but took the cigarette butt from the corner of his mouth and slowly stuffed it into Zhu Qizhen's mouth.
"Nothing, I just want to ask if you can resist being beaten."
"Now it seems that my physical fitness is pretty good."
Then, he raised his hand and patted Zhu Qizhen on the shoulder.
"Wish you good luck tonight."
After saying that, Ji Boying stood up straight, walked towards Wang Zhen, and slowly put something on his hands.
Refers to tiger.
"You, you, what are you going to do?"
"Don't come here!"
"I, I called someone, I really called someone!"
Wang Zhen was stunned for a moment. For the first time in so many years, fear appeared on his face since the death of Empress Dowager Zhang.
"Heh."
Ji Boying sneered, and before Wang Zhen could shout, he punched Wang Zhen in the face, followed by several quick left and right uppercuts.
Thanks to having practiced fighting for several years in my early years, my punching speed is definitely much faster than ordinary people.
For a time, the nose bones collapsed, the front teeth flew out, and the flesh and blood were a blur.
After a few punches, Wang Zhen fell to the ground, and Ji Boying kicked him wildly.
Ji Boying, you played very well.
He is not a fairy.
He is just an ordinary person from later generations who has extraordinary human circumstances.
Therefore, in the face of Wang Zhen, a scourge in the world that has caused countless wives and children to be separated and families destroyed, there is nothing more satisfying than giving him a beating in person.
Maybe his approach will appear low, but so what, shouldn't Wang Zhen fight?!
If it were you, would we fight?!
Zhu Qizhen, who was chewing his cigarette butt blankly on the side, looked at this scene and his pupils shrank sharply.
In front of the emperor, he violently beat up the eunuch who was responsible for the ceremony. What kind of shocking operation is this?!
Bang!
With the last kick, Wang Zhen stepped on Wang Zhen's already cut penis, and Wang Zhen suddenly made a duck cry like a killing pig.
In the Ming Dynasty, people usually cut meatballs, but with Ji Boying's kick, he directly trampled the remaining cowpeas into lentils.
Phew~!
Feeling comfortable.
Ji Boying took back his feet and glanced at Wang Zhen, who was lying on the ground twitching, and then at Zhu Qizhen, who was stunned.
"Don't, don't hit me..."
"Whatever you want, I'll give it to you!"
Later generations' evaluations of Zhu Qizhen included many who whitewashed the Baozong.
In fact, from Ji Boying's point of view, he is not sure whether the Baozong is really that arrogant. After all, history books are compiled by people, and there are many black historians.
But at this moment, he firmed up his thoughts.
This guy is such a piece of trash.
It’s hard to say whether Zhu Qizhen was a loser after the incident. After all, he studied abroad and stayed in seclusion for several years. Regardless of his ruthlessness or vicious methods, he is a leader.
But now, it must be waste.
At this moment, extremely hasty footsteps came from outside the tent curtain, and the tent curtain was suddenly opened with a voice.
"Your Majesty! Break camp quickly!"
"The Duke of Cheng, Zhu Yong, and his 43,000 battalion of cavalry have all died in Yao'erling!"