Chapter 22 To reform, go to the throne first, do not draw the sword, and be a filial son
Jiang Huanchu was stunned for a long time, his eyes flickering.
But in the end, the sharp light still replaced the confusion and hesitation. He turned back and stared at his son fiercely: "Wen Huan, do you want Donglu to become the enemy of all princes?"
Jiang Wenhuan calmly said: "Father, times have changed. Yuan Futong did what you didn't do. If you continue to be stubborn, more and more princes will reform, and then Donglu will really be hopeless.
Got it!"
"What nonsense!"
Jiang Huanchu said flatly: "Yuan Futong is rebellious and is no longer a prince. No prince in the world will do such an evil act to destabilize the country!"
Disappointment flashed in Jiang Wenhuan's eyes.
He knew that his father did not have much ambition and had no intention of going one step further and becoming the emperor. He just hoped to maintain Donglu's status.
And without the labor of slaves to suck the blood of noble gentlemen, how could the nobles live a life of leisure and enjoyment in this era of low productivity?
Therefore, once the hierarchy is solidified, if you want to break it, it will inevitably be accompanied by bloodshed.
But now, enough blood has been shed, isn't it enough to be vigilant?
Oh, maybe it’s because the nobles don’t have enough blood!
He really doesn't want to get to that point, really doesn't want to.
Jiang Wenhuan wanted to persuade him again, but another personal guard came to report: "Master Marquis, Chen Qi has arrived to transport grain and is waiting for orders outside the city."
Jiang Huanchu was overjoyed: "Grain and grass! Let him in quickly!"
Not long after, a man with a red face and hair, a long nose and a wide mouth, carrying a pair of magic pestles on his back, walked over at a fast pace, knelt down on one knee and said, "Chen Qi pays homage to the Marquis!"
Jiang Huanchu looked at the faint slave mark on Chen Qi's forehead, and his pupils shrank slightly.
In order to determine the identity of slaves, many princes directly imprinted their marks on their faces, which would remain with the bloodline for generations to come. Only after being given a surname, would the heirs show signs of fading of the slave mark. After three generations
Only then will the mark be completely removed.
This grain transport officer is a slave, so no wonder he can only be a grain transport officer!
Jiang Huanchu's expression quickly returned to normal, and he stepped forward to help him up: "General Chen, please get up quickly. I am grateful that the general sent food this time. Thank you very much!"
Chen Qi clasped his fists and said: "I don't dare to be called a general. I am from a humble background and cannot be reused. I can only be a grain inspector in the rear. I feel sorry for it. If the Marquis can give me three thousand soldiers and horses, I am willing to serve as a slave and do my best."
Dogs and horses, retreat the army from the North Sea!"
He was a straight man, and Jiang Wenhuan admired him very much, but Jiang Huanchu's smile was already a little stiff. He always felt that there was something in this guy's words, whether he was mocking himself, and said perfunctorily: "General, don't underestimate the enemy. Yuan Futong came prepared this time.
There is no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation. We can only hold on to the city and wait for His Majesty’s reinforcements to force them back!”
Chen Qi's eyes were as big as copper bells, and he said loudly: "Your Majesty, if I don't capture Yuan Futong alive and come to see him, I will put his head in front of him!"
He was majestic and fierce, and the soldiers on the city wall trembled in their hearts. Some even took a step back. Jiang Huanchu saw how powerful he was, and he didn't want to believe it, but he also had extravagant hopes.
At this moment, Jiang Wenhuan assisted from the side and said: "Father, I think General Chen is a strange person. Our Donglu army is strong and there is no shortage of soldiers. Why not let him have a try?"
Jiang Huanchu nodded slowly: "Okay, I will give you three thousand soldiers and horses to attack Yuan Futong. If you can defeat him, you will be heavily rewarded!"
"Thank you, Mr. Marquis! Thank you, Mr. Marquis!"
Chen Qi was overjoyed. After receiving the military order, he turned over on the flaming-eyed golden-eyed beast, pointed it into a whistle, and with a hiss, a group of men and horses appeared, all running like tigers, flying across the mountain stream, and they were called flying tiger soldiers.
They are both Tao soldiers. Naturally, the Flying Tiger Soldiers are not the same as the Fire Dragon Soldiers who can use Samadhi Fire. However, they are much stronger than mortal soldiers.
Only then did Jiang Huanchu know that he had found the treasure, and he was immediately overjoyed. He also liked Jiang Wenhuan: "Wenhuan, I know you sympathize with the slaves. You can do the rest of the comfort. Be kind to them. These cheap slaves."
I will be grateful..."
If you play the bad side and your son plays the bad side, those ignorant slaves will also welcome a better ruler when they rule in the future.
Jiang Wenhuan did not respond and turned to leave.
On the other side, Chen Qi was full of fighting spirit and slapped the golden-eyed beast's butt crazily.
His grandfather was a slave, and his father had renounced his citizenship. Unfortunately, he was still discriminated against. In his early years, he learned skills from strangers as his disciples, and he always wanted to make contributions. During this crisis in Donglu, he was about to show off his skills.
He led three thousand Donglu troops and three thousand flying tiger troops, marching as fast as flowing water according to the shape of the Rengui River in the north.
In just a few hours, the chaotic march of the Beihai army appeared on the horizon ahead.
The army formed by slaves relied on one-stop effort in this battle. Every time they captured a city, their spirit became more vigorous. With sufficient food, they could continue to attack. However, once they experienced failure, they would probably expose the weaknesses of the mob.
, dispersed in a hurry.
"You attack from the flank!"
Chen Qi observed carefully and waited silently for an hour. Suddenly, he gave an order, and the Donglu soldiers, who were marching like clouds and mist with the flying tiger soldiers, couldn't help but attack from the flanks.
"Huh?"
When the enemy troops appeared, Yuan Futong was startled.
His army of more than 200,000 people had been attacking the city and plundering the territory for several days, and they were faced with defensive battles. This was the first time that an army dared to confront them on the undefensible plains.
A mere 3,000 people, but more than 200,000 are wanted to fight, and they are all still infantry. There is no difference between them and being sent to death!
However, with the appearance of such an easy enemy, the slaves' undisciplined nature was instantly exposed.
The formation was completely loosened. In order to obtain military exploits and get rid of their slave status, countless slaves rushed forward one after another, screaming.
So, Chen Qi led three thousand flying tiger soldiers, detoured to the rear, and walked like a long snake. Everyone held a scratching hook and dragged the copper rope horizontally. They jumped out with lightning and went straight to the Chinese army's Yuan Futong.
"madness!"
Yuan Futong remained motionless and smiled sarcastically.
Such attacks in the east and west seem to have some effect, but his subordinates are not entirely slaves, there are 20,000 truly elite soldiers.
Especially the thousand personal guards who protected Yuan Futong were impeccable.
Waiting for you to come and die!
"ha!"
Unexpectedly, the two armies were still some distance apart. Chen Qi's chest bulged, and a thick yellow gas suddenly spurted out from his mouth and blew directly towards him.
Only then did the Beihai army realize that at some point, the wind direction had changed and was blowing towards them.
As a result, the yellow wind blew in the face, carrying the aura of reincarnation of grains. The soldiers that were enveloped strangled their necks, and all of them appeared with Ma Jingtao's emoticons. Then they became dizzy, their minds went blank, and they all fell down.
"Capture the enemy!"
Chen Qi stretched out his hand and saw that three thousand flying tiger soldiers were like one person. They used copper hooks to lock all the fallen soldiers and held them in the air. He then tied up Yuan Futong himself, captured him alive, and returned suddenly.
The entire army was like an arrow, stabbing and retracting in the Beihai army, and returned like lightning.
The remaining soldiers wanted to pursue them, but it was too late, so they could only watch them leave in style.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
After Chen Qi succeeded, he imagined in his mind that he would be appreciated by Dongbohou, become a general of Donglu, marry a noble lady, reach the pinnacle of life, laugh crazily, and have hair and hair flying.
Yuan Futong was woken up and after understanding the situation before him, he looked at Chen Qi and saw the slave mark on his forehead at first sight. He was surprised and said: "Since you are a slave, why did you come to arrest me?"
This statement is similar to that of Bai Zhenhua. You are a black man and you actually support Trump?
But the black man could not change his skin color, but Chen Qi glared at him: "I am not a slave, my surname is Chen, my name is Chen Qi!"
Yuan Futong shook his head: "Nobles have been noble for generations, slaves have been humble for generations. The slave seal is to remind you of your identity. Before you break away from the slave seal, it doesn't matter what your last name is. What is your official position in Donglu?"
Chen Qi hesitated and said proudly: "I will become a general soon!"
Yuan Futong immediately sneered: "Ha, with your ability, you have long been able to stand out, but I have never heard of your name. You can't become a general. I know Jiang Huanchu very well, and he is now regarded by me
Beihai will only use you when he is forced into a desperate situation, but it is just using you. After I die, your end will not be good!"
Chen Qi was furious: "That's nonsense!"
Yuan Fu said: "Nonsense? Do you believe that when Jiang Huanchu saw me, he would untie me and give me a seat? Just because I am a nobleman. When a nobleman is arrested, he enjoys power, but when a slave is arrested, the only result is to be beheaded in public!"
"Then I'll kill you now!"
Chen Qi became so angry that he swung the magic pestle directly at Yuan Futong's head.
Yuan Futong was stubborn and undaunted: "You can kill me, but you kill a prince privately without trial. The world is so big that there is no place for you!"
The swinging pestle suddenly stopped, stopping three inches from Yuan Futong's face. Chen Qi's chest rose and fell, and his eyes revealed unwillingness and anger.
Yuan Futong softened his tone: "Your talents are really wasted in Donglu. If you were under my command, you would have been a general, commanded an army, and made great achievements. If you let me go, I will grant you glory and wealth!"
Chen Qi refused without hesitation: "Am I a seller seeking glory?"
Yuan Futong rolled his eyes and said: "I once listened to a gentleman preaching at Chaoge. We are all human beings, and slaves should not be inherently inferior to others. If you help Jiang Huanchu today, you will destroy not the Beiyuan Army, but millions of people in the world."
Freedom for slaves!”
Chen Qi shook his head again and refused to listen: "The Marquis has shown me kindness, how can I betray him? Even if Chen Qi starved to death and jumped off the wall of Donglu City, he would not betray the Marquis!"
He no longer wanted to listen to Yuan Futong's words, so he exhaled a breath of yellow air. Yuan Futong fainted and started a rapid march.
Just an hour later, Donglu City was in sight. Chen Qi had already sent flying tiger soldiers to report it. When Jiang Huanchu got the news, he couldn't believe his ears: "Did the grain transport officer really capture Yuan Futong? Bring him up quickly!
Wait, let him stop those flying tiger soldiers outside the city and not allow them to enter the city!"
Chen Qi had originally presented the prisoners with high spirits, but after hearing this request, his expression changed. However, he still entered the city alone and escorted Yuan Futong, who was tied up, in front of Jiang Huanchu: "Master Hou, the last general is fortunate to live up to his command!"
He calls himself the ultimate general, and this time he lives up to his name.
Jiang Huanchu didn't pay attention to such small details. Looking at the unconscious Yuan Futong, he was like a prince looking at a sleeping princess. He couldn't move his eyes away: "It's really him! Hahahaha, God bless me Donglu, God bless me Donglu!"
Chen Qi was a little unhappy when he saw that Jiang Huanchu didn't look at him the whole time, but he also understood the other party's excitement. After all, he captured the king first and captured all the enemy leaders. Isn't this battle over?
However, when Yuan Futong woke up leisurely and looked at Jiang Huanchu, he smiled coldly: "Dong Bohou, this battle is not over yet. I have already made arrangements for my funeral since the incident. If anything happens, my son
I will take over the position of the Marquis, and my promise to the slaves will never change. You can capture me, but you can't defeat the Beihai army!"
This is similar to how Emperor Yi's father killed Ji Chang's father in the past. The princes all have big families and many heirs. Unless there is a plan to wipe out the family, as long as the original policy remains unchanged, it really won't have much impact.
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But Jiang Huanchu did not panic and laughed: "Those slaves are easy to fool, so what about the seventy-two princes in Beihai, Yuan Futong, how can your son suppress it? You think it's all my son Jiang Wenhuan, who is wise and powerful.
Will you be brave enough to win the three armies?"
Yuan Futong was equally confident: "My son once attended lectures under Master Huang, and his studies have made rapid progress. How can he not suppress the seventy-two princes?"
"Then let's wait and see!"
Jiang Huanchu said to the left and right: "Take Mr. Yuan Hou down and entertain him well. Don't let others laugh at our Donglu hospitality!"
This was supposed to be a strange ambiguity among the nobles, but Chen Qi didn't understand it. Seeing that Dong Bohou really wanted to treat this rebellious man with courtesy, his expression suddenly changed.
The change in his expression was too obvious, and Jiang Huanchu turned his gaze away with a smile on his face: "I have made such a great achievement through a sudden attack, and I will never treat you badly!"
However, Chen Qi heard the perfunctoriness in it.
He is a strange person, with a yellow energy in his belly that can shock three souls and seven souls. It is really not difficult to distinguish lies.
Although Yuan Futong's previous words did not make him switch sides, they left a psychological shadow. At this time, seeing Jiang Huanchu first not allow the Flying Tiger Soldiers to enter the city, and then not mentioning military power for a moment, his heart was already cold.
"Little Marquis! You can go find Little Marquis!"
However, Chen Qi then thought about it. It was Jiang Wenhuan's persuasion that gave him this opportunity to show his merits. He simply went to Jiang Wenhuan, believing that he would not treat him badly.
After exiting the lobby, Chen Qi began to search for Jiang Wenhuan's whereabouts, but found that the young marquis was not in the mansion, and his aura extended all the way outside.
He pursued all the way until he came to a slum and sneaked in.
Soon, he heard a shocking conversation:
"Little Marquis, these are the hiding places for food and grass."
"You have worked hard. For Donglu and for the millions of fellow human beings in the world, thank you!"
"I don't dare to take it, I really don't dare to take it... Little Marquis, can we fight across Beihai... Will they rush into the city?"
"Don't worry, Donglu City will not be destroyed. After the city is destroyed, the most injured will be the innocent civilians, but the situation of the slaves must be changed, and Donglu must be reformed!"
"That's great, we will definitely support it!"
Chen Qi couldn't bear it anymore and stuck his head over.
He saw that none of the slaves inside were kneeling or bending over. They were talking to Jiang Wenhuan, the young Marquis, on an equal footing.
This is unimaginable to the outside world.
But Jiang Wenhuan took it for granted, and a group of civilians wearing weird clothes, who seemed to be from the same sect, also took it for granted.
However, those slaves no longer accepted the spread of their ideas, and even learned to pretend to burn food and grass and hide them secretly in case of unexpected events.
Everything seems to be for a subversive feat.
Chen Qi's heart skipped a beat.
It was due to this emotional fluctuation that an academy disciple wearing a robe inside turned his eyes, and the shadow of the Eight Diagrams instantly rose into the air and pressed down!
The upper hexagram is marsh, and the lower hexagram is water. If the big swamp is leaking, water plants, fish and shrimps are in a state of poverty. This is the trapped hexagram!
Immediately, Chen Qi felt infinite power binding him and squeezing him from all directions!
His chest rose and fell, and he subconsciously wanted to spit out the yellow air, but he held it back, almost not being smoked to death, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't do it, I am one of your own!"
Jiang Wenhuan came over and was a little surprised when he saw him: "General Chen, you are back. How is Yuan Futong?"
In the past, Chen Qi would have proudly promoted his achievements, but now looking at those bright eyes, he lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Yuan Futong has been captured by me!"
Jiang Wenhuan praised: "General Chen is really a fierce warrior!"
Chen Qi said in a seductive voice: "Don't you blame me?"
Jiang Wenhuan said: "The two armies are fighting, and each has his own master. There is nothing wrong with capturing Yuan Futong."
Chen Qidao: "But Mr. Marquis, you want to liberate the slaves, right? Aren't Yuan Futong and you doing the same thing?"
Jiang Wenhuan looked in the direction of Chao Ge with respect in his eyes: "Yuan Futong and I were listening to Mr. Yu's lecture. We are both human beings and our goals are the same. However, Yuan Futong is Beihai and I am Donglu. This is different. I respect him to go first."
Even if you take one step at a time, you won’t be able to follow everything!”
Chen Qi listened half-informed and didn't know what to say for a while.
Jiang Wenhuan came to him, put his sleeves together and saluted: "General Chen, I have something to ask of you!"
Chen Qi waved his hands repeatedly: "If you need anything, little Marquis, just do as you ask!"
Jiang Wenhuan said: "I would like to ask General Chen to capture my father and help me ascend to the position of Dongbohou!"
…
That night.
Yuan Futong was in the cell, lying on the barely clean thatch, thinking about whether his son could subdue the seventy-two princes of Beihai. Even if he succeeded, what chance would he have of winning against the King Master who was bound to arrive?
?
He sighed deeply, feeling shaken and regretful.
Maybe it's still too impulsive.
At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside, including faint fighting and roaring.
But soon, everything returned to calm, as if the previous confrontation was an illusion.
Yuan Futong suddenly sat up and listened.
He felt that something must have happened in Donglu City. Could it be that Chen Qi rebelled?
No, even if this guy can sneak attack Jiang Huanchu with magic, the chaos will not stop so quickly...
So what's going on?
Immediately afterwards, the sound of roaring mountains and tsunami sounded again, and the momentum of everyone returning to the throne was something he had only seen when King Zhou ascended the throne.
It is a kind of heartfelt support for the leader.
Hundreds of thousands of people are shouting a name, the name of a new leader of the eight hundred princes, the Lord of Donglu: