Yuncheng's sesame cakes were not delicious. Yun Zheng took one bite and threw them away. The dead-faced cakes were as hard as brown sugar and could not be pulled off with his teeth. Even the teeth of young people could not handle this kind of sesame cakes. Back then,
Bao Zheng, who is very old, looks particularly tragic when tearing this kind of sesame seed cake with his few teeth.
Yun Zheng, who really couldn't stand it anymore, sighed and said: "Porridge and rice were hard-earned in those days. It makes sense to think about the material resources. However, it is not worthwhile to lose your teeth for this. You still
Eat some of the fish here, it tastes good, but the fishy smell is a bit strong, but at least it will keep your teeth safe."
Lao Bao really couldn't deal with the sesame seed cakes in his hand, so he threw them down with a sigh and said: "I remember back then, when I was in my hometown in Luzhou, I liked to make broad beans the most, but now I can't deal with a single sesame seed cake. It seems like it's time to retire and return home."
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A young man who was more arrogant than General Yunhui and the prefect of Kaifeng Prefecture glanced at the two bumpkins in front of him, took the sesame cakes from the table, took out a knife, chopped the cakes into pieces, and then poured in the fish.
In the soup, I signaled the two bumpkins to use it slowly.
Bao Zheng glanced at Yun Zheng and said, "It seems like this pancake is not meant to be eaten with your teeth?"
The waiter interjected: "Two guests, this is the shop's signature dish, called "fish cake". When you eat it, you chop it into pieces with a knife and soak it in fish soup. The cake is filled with fish soup.
, the most delicious..."
Yun Zheng stared at the waiter angrily, wishing he could silence this guy. If today's scandal spreads, his reputation as a pseudo-gourmet will be wiped out.
The waiter couldn't stand General Yun's terrifying aura and bowed down.
Bao Zheng took a small piece of soaked pancake and stuffed it into his mouth. He took a bite and said, "It tastes really good. The principles of this world are actually all figured out. It's the same as this pancake. I can't bite it for a while. Take the fish."
Once the soup is soaked, you can eat it easily.
Marquis Yun, I am hurrying and hurrying, but I am still lagging behind you. What is your purpose in driving the bandits of Shandong to the sky and the earth? When I traveled across the states, I saw them in those state capitals.
The thieves' heads hanging on the city gate knew that Marquis Yun had gained a lot from this hunt, but I didn't understand why Marquis Yun drove all the remaining bandits to Mada and Zhang Qing?
When other people suppress bandits, they try to divide them into pieces and annihilate them. Does Marquis Yun want to accomplish his task in one battle?"
Yun Zheng also ate a piece of pancake. The fishy smell was so strong that it made him vomit. He quickly spit it out and rinsed his mouth with water before saying: "Dividing and annihilating them is a sign of lack of strength. I gathered all the thieves together because I was worried."
Those thieves cannot die. According to the laws of the Song Dynasty, thieves are divided into leaders and followers. The leader is beheaded and the followers are relocated.
It is said that if a traitor’s heart is not changed, these people’s exile in the army will be a source of instability, so let them gather in Mada, and all Zhang Qing’s subordinates will become traitors, so that they can be killed without any scruples!”
Bao Zheng was stunned for a moment and said quickly: "Are those rumors true? The general can't restrain his murderous desire and will go on a killing spree every once in a while. This counterinsurgency is just to vent his desire to kill?"
Yun Zheng nodded irritably and said: "That's true. When I was a boy, I determined to drink the blood of the Huns and eat the heads of the Huns. Now there is no war in the four realms of the Song Dynasty. It's really annoying to me! I can only use these rebels.
Practice your hands."
Bao Zheng considered the tone of his words, and then said slowly: "But there are no less than two thousand bandits gathered in Zoucheng now, how can the general kill them all in one go?"
"We will attack the city tomorrow. All you have to do is watch the battle from behind!" Yun Zheng slapped his hand on the table, radiating power.
Zoucheng, known as the "Holy Land of Zoulu" in ancient times, is located in the southwestern part of Shandong Province. It is a place with outstanding people and talented people. There is a virtuous mother named Meng who moved three times and chose her neighbors. She took the opportunity to teach her children. There is a Confucian scholar who is praised as "the credit is not under Yu"
Ya Sheng - Mencius...
A well-known city has now become a smoky mess. More than two hundred bandits are raping, looting, and committing all kinds of crimes in this small city. Ma Da, Zhang Qing's four generals, and the rebellious soldiers are fighting against the poor.
With the slogan of getting rich, he killed all the rich households in Zoucheng, forced the poor households to take away the food and utensils from the rich households, and prepared to tie the whole city's people to his chariots. This method
It must be used after every rebellion. Facts have proved that this trick is very effective.
Ma Da and Zhang Qing's comfortable life did not last long. Countless bandits came to Zoucheng and asked to join the rebel team. At first, they thought this was a sign that something big was going to happen for them. As the number of bandits entering the city increased, more and more bandits entered the city.
, Ma Da and Zhang Qing's hearts were constantly sinking, for no other reason than that those thieves were all driven here by Yun Zheng.
As the Forbidden Army, how could Ma Da and Zhang Qing not know who Yun Zheng was? At the beginning of the uprising, they never imagined that they would be facing off against this legendary murderer...
Ma Da stood on the city wall, looking at the cavalry that kept appearing in the fields outside the city. He was worried. Those wolf-like cavalry had cleared out the sentries he had sent outside the city in the shortest time. The outside of the city was full of people.
The corpses of the thieves who were dragged to death by war horses emitted a strong putrid smell in the spring. Now, no bandit dares to step out of Zoucheng.
"We are dead, brother! The murderer king is going to lock up Zoucheng and not allow us to leave the city." Zhang Qing has long lost the courage he showed during the uprising, with red eyes, messy hair, and
The smell of alcohol in his mouth proved that his spirit had collapsed.
When Ma Da saw Zhang Qing coming over, he smiled and patted Zhang Qing's shoulder and said, "Are you satisfied with the county magistrate's wife and daughter?"
Zhang Qing cracked his mouth and said with a smile: "It's worth it. My life is worth it even if I die here."
Ma Da nodded and said: "What we are doing is a beheading business. At first we thought we would be recruited. Now that Cloud Demon King is here, don't think about future wealth. I just looked carefully. To the south and west of Zoucheng,
There are many cavalry in the north, but there are only a few in the east. No matter how powerful the Cloud Demon King is, he only has about 200 men and cannot lock Zoucheng to death. This is our way of survival."
Zhang Qing said in shock: "To the east is Xianyuan County. Although the Kong family is highly respected, they are hollow bosses without soldiers. But once we attack Xianyuan County, we will have no way out."
Ma Da, who was in his thirties, looked at the young Zhang Qing and said with a smile: "Since there is no way to survive, you might as well go and try your best. Don't you mean you don't want to have a taste of what it's like to be a woman from the Kong family?"
Zhang Qing raised his arm and threw the wine jar far away. He beat his chest and said to Ma Da: "Brother, what are the rules for you? I will definitely listen to you..."
Just when Ma Da Zhang Qing was arranging an escape route, he heard a low horn sound outside the city. More than two hundred cavalry lined up and slowly approached Zoucheng. There was no routine persuasion to surrender, nor the usual
After scolding the formation, the cavalrymen in black armor just took out their hand crossbows, pressed the crossbow bolts into the grooves and fixed the crossbow strings. The war horses advanced twenty steps, and all preparations for the battle were completed.
Yun Zheng and Lao Bao stood on a hill and just watched with cold eyes.
There were shouts and curses on the top of the city, but the cavalry were accelerating, and their formation changed from a straight line to a huge arc, and they rushed diagonally towards the city gate due north.
The cavalry attack on the city was a joke, but Lao Bao still believed in Yun Zheng's military qualities. When he saw the cavalry passing by the city gate, the crossbow arrows continued to shoot at the top of the city. Those cavalry shot very accurately.
And it was very regular. After blocking a few scattered arrows flying out of the city, crossbow arrows from bandits continued to fall from the city. A large shield made of two door panels appeared on the city.
The first thing in line was destroyed by an armor-piercing cone with gunpowder.
Bao Zheng was surprised to see five people in the cavalry team jumping off their horses and waving their arm shields to block the gray bottles and other things dropped from the city, and placed five neatly tied packages two feet square.
In the cave of the city gate, after lighting the long fuse with a fire stick, he mounted his horse and joined the horse team that kept throwing crossbows.
This time the cavalry finished shooting the crossbows in their hands, then left the city gate far away, lined up three hundred paces away, retracted their crossbows, drew their own horse bows, or swords, or spears, and stood there quietly.
Waiting.
With the sound of thunder, Bao Zheng saw with his own eyes that the two solid city gates fell apart, and then the city gates were shrouded in thick smoke and fire. The cavalry did not care about the debris flying in the sky, urging them to move.
The war horses rushed towards the city gate like a violent wind.
Yun Zheng retracted his long neck and said to Bao Zheng with a smile: "The city is broken!"
Bao Zheng looked at the cavalry filing in and looked back and asked Yun Zheng: "Is it that simple?"
Yun Zheng smiled and said: "How difficult do you think it is? A few forbidden troops plus some bandits, using gunpowder is actually too much. Bao Gong, let's enter the city. You still have a lot of things to do. This city will definitely be destroyed.
Those people have ruined everything. You are responsible for the safety of the people, and I am responsible for the killing." Yun Zheng said as he took out the sword from his waist and greedily licked the edge of the sword, as if he could no longer restrain his desire to kill.
Bao Zheng shuddered and grabbed Yun Zheng's armor and said: "You are the coach, so don't do these things yourself."
Yun Zheng glanced at the local officials who were as obedient as quails surrounding Lao Bao and said: "One hundred rebels have frightened you like this. You don't pay attention to the local regiment training and Xiang troops on weekdays.
It will happen that a hundred or ten people occupy a city. After entering the city, I hope you can still maintain your gentle and gentle gentleman's heart."
After saying this, he broke free from Lao Bao's hand, mounted his horse, and ran towards the city gate accompanied by the monkey. Han Niu, who had always been wild-tempered, had already entered the city.
Bao Zheng quickly got on his carriage and repeatedly urged the frightened coachman to drive the carriage to chase Yun Zheng.
As soon as he entered the city gate, Bao Zheng felt dizzy. There was no one alive here anymore, and there were corpses with no heads everywhere. According to the rules of Jiaziying, an enemy who had his head cut off was considered dead. This rule Yun Zheng had told Bao Zheng before.
Said.
No matter how experienced Bao Zheng is, he still trembles when faced with such a massacre scene. This has nothing to do with courage, but has to do with temperament. Those local officials who were almost frightened to death could only mechanically follow Bao Zheng surrounded by the police.
Walk around town.
The group of people carefully walked around the heads rolling around and walked to the county government office. When they arrived, they found that the fighting was still going on. The warriors in black armor had dismounted their horses, and groups of five were scattered everywhere in the city.
Fighting in a corner, there were screams of misery and the sound of clashing weapons everywhere, and of course, there were countless people kneeling down begging for mercy.
Bao Zheng watched helplessly as the men in black armor chopped off the heads of those who surrendered on the ground without hesitation, as if they had no intention of capturing some of the bandits alive to ask for credit.
Yun Zheng stood in the middle of the street with a long sword in his hand. Less than ten steps away from him, a dozen of his own generals were fighting fiercely with more than thirty bandits. At first, these people knelt down to surrender, but later they found out that they had surrendered.
He would also be beheaded, so he would fight with his generals with red eyes.
Two gunpowder bombs were thrown into the crowd. After the smoke, the gangsters there had blood flowing from their ears and kept shouting words that they couldn't understand, like headless flies.
Collide.
Bao Zheng walked to Yun Zheng fearfully. Before he could speak, a bandit whose face was covered with black ash and whose eyes were hanging out stretched out a hand to him. His back had been slashed.
After three or four stabs, it was almost impossible to survive.
Bao Zheng tried to pull his hand out of habit, but a flying claw flew over, grabbed the bandit's neck tightly, and dragged him back. Another man in black armor chopped off the bandit with a single knife.