"Do you think you can get away with it and make meritorious service?"
Qinghebo looked at Duke Cheng with his hands behind his hands and said with an indifferent expression.
"You mobilized the officers and soldiers from the north, put me in danger, and watched coldly as the soldiers fought fiercely with the Jin people. You waited until both sides were exhausted, and then fell from the sky. Is this how you got the name Zhushan Hero?"
The previous cheers and ecstasy have dissipated, and the two sides are facing each other in front of the city gate. The remaining soldiers on Qinghebo's side look at the reinforcements who saved them from birth, and they no longer feel grateful, only sad and angry.
When Uncle Qinghe asked this question, someone stepped forward first.
"Uncle, it's not like that." The bearded general was already injured, and before his arm could be bandaged, half of his body was stained with blood. "The Duke of Guo did not transfer us to embarrass you, but because he knew the Jin people's conspiracy.
We have set a trap for the reinforcements, so let us lead the troops to Songshan first to seize the Jin people's food and grass."
Other generals who were considered to have escaped and disobeyed orders also stood up and nodded.
"...The Duke asked me to intercept the Jin reinforcements on the north flank."
"...I did it simply. I seized the Sixth Road and was responsible for flanking the golden thief."
Other reinforcements from Qinghe Bo's confidants also came forward.
"Uncle, we were blocked by the Jin people and could not advance or retreat. It was Duke Cheng who rescued us."
"Uncle, my subordinates are incompetent, timid and dare not approach, so I led my troops back thirty miles. It was Duke Cheng who scolded the general and ordered him to lead his troops forward."
After hearing these explanations, the soldiers on Qinghebo's side suddenly realized that they were not just watching indifferently, but had other plans.
Qinghe Bo's expression remained cold.
"You know the Jin people's conspiracy." He said, looking at Cheng Guogong, "Then I fell into the Jin people's ambush, and you already knew it?"
The expressions of the soldiers and generals became complicated again.
If he had known it earlier, but did not remind them, and deliberately watched them get trapped in a tight siege and lose so many of his comrades because of disagreement with Uncle Qinghe or to take revenge on him, wouldn't this act be an aid to evil?
Duke Cheng Guo smiled and stopped the generals around him from speaking this time.
"What I said I know about the Jin soldiers' conspiracy is that I know the Jin soldiers' treacherous nature. It doesn't mean that I know their plans and arrangements." He said, looking at Qinghe Bohu, he nodded again, "But you did ambush me early.
Know."
What does this mean?
"Because you have always been stubborn and courageous." Cheng Guogong said.
Uncle Qinghe's eyes darkened with anger and he almost fainted.
The generals nearby also felt very embarrassed.
Although the two have a feud, Qinghe Bo is so miserable this time, so why not be a little more polite?
Qinghebo was so old and had fought for so long. He would not have died in the hands of the Jin people in the end, but would have been angered to death by Duke Cheng.
"Okay, okay." Uncle Qinghe took a breath and looked at Duke Cheng Guo through gritted teeth, "Even if I'm stupid, you're awesome and you've seen through everything. Why don't you remind me? It doesn't matter if I die, you watch so many soldiers die.
Can you bear it?"
Duke Cheng Guo looked at him.
"I reminded you, do you believe it?" he said.
Qinghe Bo froze.
Of course he didn't believe it...
"If everyone believed what I said," Cheng Guogong continued, looking at Uncle Qinghe, "you wouldn't be here now."
The reason why Uncle Qinghe came to the north was to temporarily replace Duke Cheng Guo who returned to Beijing. However, after returning to Beijing, Duke Cheng Guo was left behind by the emperor, and then impeached by many people. Finally, he was accused of treason by his cronies, and he was not allowed to do so.
Don't flee.
Only then did Qinghebo have the opportunity to become the general of the North.
If Duke Cheng Guo said that he was not guilty and the court believed him, he should continue to be a general in the north at this moment, and Qinghe Bo would naturally leave.
Qinghe Bo's face was stiff.
"Whether you want to rebel or not is not a matter to be discussed now, and there is no need to tell me." He said, "You must give an explanation for the fact that I was ambushed this time."
Duke Cheng Guo nodded.
"Yes, my affairs are not the most important thing now, but your affairs are not important either." He said with a serious expression, "The most important thing now is whether the Jin people have reached the capital."
What?
The Jin people attacked the capital?
Qinghebo and the generals present looked surprised.
What nonsense is this? How could the Jin people attack the capital?
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The sun is shining brightly and the morning fog has dispersed, but the wind on the high pier is stronger and colder. This coldness makes people nervous.
The sound of sucking came from behind. He clutched his spear and looked at a soldier in the surrounding area warily. He turned around and saw a round-headed soldier squatting on the ground holding a big bowl of noodles and eating noodles.
A bowl of noodle soup with cabbage stir-fried in lard was held in his hand, and the wind was spreading heat. The soldier held the bowl with a green onion in his hand. He took a bite of the noodles, took a bite of the green onion, and took the time to hum a little tune in his mouth.
"I can't shut your mouth even when I eat." The soldier kicked him on the butt and cursed.
The soldier eating noodles didn't wait for him to kick him, squatting on the spot and jumping to the side. It was rare that the soup in the bowl didn't spill out at all.
"Old Yangtou made this for Mr. Huang. Mr. Huang is in a bad mood and refuses to eat it. This kind of good thing only comes once in a lifetime, so I don't dare to waste it." He said vaguely, while holding up his chopsticks to shovel the noodles into his mouth, with a bit of reluctance.
Looking at this soldier, "Brother Han, do you want to try it too?"
Brother Han snorted.
"You keep eating, you're as fat as a pig. When the golden thief comes, you won't be able to run, let alone kill the enemy," he said.
The noodle soldier laughed, took a bite of green onions, sucked a big mouthful of noodles, and swallowed it almost wholeheartedly.
"Fourth brother, the Jin people are all fighting with Uncle Qinghe in the north. We are on Jingdong Road." He stretched his neck and pointed south, "After crossing this river, we will reach the capital, and the Jin people can't come.
here."
Brother Han put the spear under his arm and squatted down to avoid the limelight.
"Speaking of which, a lot of reinforcements were mobilized this time, and even more food and supplies were taken away." He said, "This is why we adults are in a bad mood."
"His master is just feeling sorry for himself. When the battle is won and the uncle is happy, he will go and ask for whatever he wants." The noodle soldier said while chewing green onions. "What are you afraid of if you have shortcomings in food, drink, and weapons? Is it possible that the golden man will still return the favor?"
Can you come to us?"
I don't know why, but Brother Han felt inexplicably uncomfortable when he heard him mention the Jin people twice.
"Don't talk about eating your noodles..." He frowned and said, standing up, squinting his eyes to look at the wilderness out of habit, and suddenly opened his mouth wide, "...Wolf...Wolf..."
The soldier eating noodles wiped his nose with his sleeve and looked up.
"Wolf? Where did the wolf come from in our world?" he said, but the next moment the bowl in his hand fell to the ground, the soup and noodles spilled, and his voice became trembling, "Wolf smoke..."
In the northwest direction of the wilderness, a bunch of wolf smoke rose in the distance, swaying and spreading with the strong wind, like a monster's claws spreading out.
There were more than one bunch of smoke rising one after another in the distance, northwest and northeast, and for a while the sky was covered by dark clouds for half the day.
The two soldiers stood on a pier more than ten meters high, their scalps numb.
Jingdong Road has not been full of smoke for a long, long time.
"The last time war broke out, the Jin people attacked the old capital of Kaifeng... I wasn't born yet at that time." Fat Soldier murmured. He shuddered as he spoke, and turned his head to look to the south behind him with a pale face.
So this time...
Kyoto......
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