Chapter 883 Fury

"So, that princess really has fallen in love with Master?"

Xue San, sitting on Fan Li's shoulders, asked A Ming, who was riding on horseback.

Fan Li tugged a little.

A Ming asked with some curiosity, "Why are you asking me this?"

After all, A Ming didn't have a woman, but Xue San had one at home.

Even Fan Li, in a way, had half of one.

"I just think vampires have more experience."

"Hmm?"

"When I think of vampires, besides red wine and blood, the third thing that comes to mind is probably a playboy."

"How did you come up with such a bizarre association?"

"Don't skirt the issue," Xue San said.

Fan Li tugged again.

"The relationship between men and women is not just limited to love and not love. To be precise, most men and women are together, purely because of love, but in reality, it's still a minority."

"Then what is the majority?"

"Making do."

"Hmm?"

"Just getting by."

"Hmm?"

"Suitable, like you and your Eighth Sister."

"Are you implying something about me?"

"You just realized that?"

"I just think our Master is a bit of a Long Aotian now. That Princess Fu clearly feels differently about our Master."

"No, you can't look at Master from your perspective, nor can you look at Master from Si Niang's perspective."

"Oh?"

Fan Li tugged again.

A Ming continued, "Master isn't seventy or eighty years old. According to the general perception of people nowadays, he's considered very young in the powerful class.

And considering Master's current power, even if you compare those emperors with Master, Master wouldn't be much inferior."

A Ming reached out and poked his forehead again.

"Finally, add Master's aesthetics, habits, and the freedom our Master has under the constraints of the prevalent etiquette of this era.

In short, he has power, money, and knows how to respect women;

Really,

it would be really strange if he wasn't favored by women."

"That's right."

Xue San suddenly realized,

"So, it's not that our Master has become Long Aotian, but that our Master is now, in himself, a national husband? Oh no, should we call him a Xia husband?"

"Yeah."

"What a pity, our Master's reputation..."

A Ming shook his head and said, "In this era, people get married early, and it's not uncommon to have children at thirteen."

"Pfft."

Xue San swayed a few times, laughing,

said:

"So, this reputation can make the audience even wider?"

Fan Li used force,

tugged,

"Oh!!! Are you trying to kill me!!!"

"You were in the way."

………

As the Yan army advanced northeast, they gradually met up with the Yan army from the Liang and Zhao regions.

The elite troops of Qian did not choose to fight again, but deliberately preserved their strength. Under the leadership of Meng Gong, they broke away from the entanglement with the Yan army and detoured back to their country from the south, and they might have to borrow a path from Chu, but at this time, it was impossible for the Chu people not to provide convenience.

Luo Ling led the army to escort them;

On the other side, Ren Juan transferred troops to meet Prince Pingxi.

After approaching the Lanyang city boundary,

the Qian army, which had been following behind the Pingxi Prince's army, also stopped and ceased their escort.

The pattern of the battlefield had formed a tacit circle at this time. When both sides no longer wanted to continue fighting, they showed an almost exaggerated restraint towards each other.

One side escorted the other, and they went home, each safe and sound.

The Qian people had to go back and lick their wounds, while the Yan people were already going hungry.

Even though the emperor had issued multiple edicts, the grain and grass transported southward from Nanmen Pass were constantly decreasing and being delayed. Taking food from the enemy was also no longer able to meet the needs of the large army;

It can be said that if Prince Pingxi hadn't led his lone army into Qian, using this risky move to forcibly reverse the entire battlefield and even the situation between the two countries, according to the original tactics and pattern, if they had continued to stalemate, the Yan army would have had to choose to withdraw due to insufficient logistics.

And the Qian-Chu allied forces in Liang could have even gained another victory by simply holding their ground without doing anything.

In a short period of time, Tiger Might Earl would be beheaded first, and then Prince Pingxi would be defeated, and the morale of the army and the people would inevitably be high.

It was a pity,

the Qian-Chu's wishful thinking was smashed.

Prince Pingxi's troops brought a large amount of grain and grass out of Qian and entered Zhao, solving the Yan army's current predicament of grain and grass shortage, at least maintaining the dignity of the Yan army as the winning side.

Finally,

the three armies of the Yan army that originally came out of Nanmen Pass gathered in Liang;

And Liang, after witnessing the withdrawal of the Qian-Chu allied forces, basically gave up resisting in various passes. Half of them passively closed their gates, allowing the Yan army to gallop under their noses, and some simply opened the city gates and surrendered, not planning to do anything else.

However,

the capital of Liang was still tightly closed, General Pu had led his army from Wenming Mountain to take over the capital, and the new Liang ruler, who was supported by Chu, had not issued any news to the outside world.

They seemed to want to gamble,

that is, although the Qian-Chu allied forces had withdrawn, the Yan people were probably tired too, praying that the Yan people could start withdrawing their troops after gathering them.

In fact, this was indeed the case, and some parts of the Yan army had already begun to withdraw towards Nanmen Pass.

But soon,

a heavy blow,

directly smashed into the hearts of these powerful figures in the Liang capital;

The Wang banner of Prince Pingxi,

was carried over by a team of Yan army knights and erected directly opposite the north gate of the Liang capital.

The Wang banner fluttered in the wind, not far away.

The defenders didn't even need to open the city gate to choose such a risky method as rushing out to kill,

Archers on the city wall could cover and shoot that Wang banner with some fire arrows;

But since the Wang banner was erected,

the city wall had been quiet, and no arrow had been shot there.

Even,

they took the initiative to send people out to the Yan army camp to send wine and meat to reward the Yan army, to show friendship.

……

"Bang!"

Chen Yang was knocked down by Ren Juan with a punch.

Luo Ling on the side did not try to mediate, but instead came up and delivered a kick;

Around, there were other generals of the original Jingnan Army, all of whom were former brothers-in-arms, and in the spirit of "everyone gets a share," they also came up to add their own punches and kicks.

But Chen Yang, who was being beaten on the ground, was not angry, but kept smiling triumphantly.

The more he smiled, the heavier the punches and kicks became.

Fortunately, Chen Yang was wearing armor, and he himself was a strong warrior, so those who beat him would not use any Qi.

After a while,

everyone basically sat down on the ground.

Beating him was out of jealousy. Breaking the Shangjing, killing Baili Jian, this feat was definitely going to get him a marquis title!

Not only a marquis title for military merit, but more importantly, everyone was leading troops in battle, and who wouldn't want a great victory in breaking a capital city to achieve a place in history?

Chen Yang also sat up.

He touched the inner layer of his armor,

took out a small cloth bag,

took out a slightly twisted cigarette from it, bit it in his mouth, and waved his hand, and his personal soldier stepped forward to help him light the cigarette with a fire starter.

Luo Ling and Ren Juan saw this and looked at each other;

Tobacco and other things had long been available in Yan, but at the time, there was no trend of smoking tobacco. It was mostly used as medicine, and sometimes it was used to fumigate during plagues.

People at the time were more familiar with more stimulating things like Five Stone Powder.

But in the Yan army, there was one person who had always had the habit of exhaling this.

Now,

there was one more.

When you admire someone, you will naturally imitate some of his habits and actions;

This often happens between children and fathers.

Ren Juan joked, "What's wrong, Chen Yang, are you completely changing your allegiance?"

This was just a joke,

after all,

when Prince Pingxi lightly rode across Wangjiang, and the Prince's order was issued to mobilize troops from all sides to gather at Nanmen Pass, the original Jingnan Army system was already considered to have surrendered to the Wang's order of Prince Pingxi.

After all, Zheng Fan was the closed disciple of King Jingnan, and he was also holding the son of King Jingnan in his arms.

But Chen Yang now was clearly not an ordinary "obeying orders."

Faced with Ren Juan's joke and the gazes of others,

Chen Yang didn't care,

said;

"After all, he is the person chosen by the old Wangye. Now, I only recognize him as my Wangye."

Luo Ling laughed and scolded:

"Damn it, I can't stand it anymore, I want to beat him up again!"

At this time,

Chen Xianba walked over,

and the generals immediately stopped joking.

"Wangye has ordered a military meeting in the command tent!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Yes, sir!"

…

"Is this the sincerity of your General Pu?"

Zheng Fan asked, looking at the messenger sent by the Liang capital.

This messenger had been trembling since entering the command tent, facing the prestigious Prince Pingxi, and was stuttering when he spoke and stated his case earlier.

At this time, he immediately kowtowed and replied:

"Yes, yes, Wangye. Oh, and it's also what our ruler meant;

My Liang was only kidnapped by the Qian and Chu countries before, and was forced to do so under their coercion. From today onwards, my Liang is willing to become a vassal of Great Yan and pay tribute, just like before, serving Great Yan as a close father.

Our ruler will also submit a memorial requesting the Emperor of Great Yan to recognize the Emperor of Great Yan as his adoptive father.

And…and…"

"And what else?"

"The ruler said that he also wants to recognize you, Wangye, as his adoptive uncle."

Zheng Fan shook his head indifferently and turned to look at the list of gifts from Liang.

From grain to gold, silver, and even beauties, it was quite a lot in a string.

But,

you want to use these to send me away? Are you really treating me like a beggar?

"This Wang's request is very simple. Open the city gate, and that man surnamed Pu, and that ruler, lead sheep and bind themselves to plead guilty in front of the army. This is the bottom line of the negotiation."

"This..." The messenger's face began to sweat. Before he came out, the ruler and General Pu had told him that not opening the city gate and not letting the Yan people enter the city was their bottom line.

"Also, the remains of Tiger Might Earl, send them back." Zheng Fan said.

The messenger's expression suddenly turned pale,

he said tremblingly:

"Wangye, the remains of Tiger Might Earl, this humble servant, this humble servant has already brought them."

"Oh? Bring them up."

Zheng Man and Liu Dahu immediately went out. Not long after, the two of them brought several armored soldiers and carried a very valuable coffin into the command tent.

Zheng Fan walked to the side of the coffin, put his hands on his sides, and said:

"Open the coffin, I want to see Tiger Might Earl."

"Yes, sir!"

And the Liang messenger on the side was about to collapse.

Zheng Man and Liu Dahu began to pry open the bolts. After the bolts were pulled out, the two of them worked together to open the lid of the coffin.

Inside,

lying was Li Fusheng.

Because Li Fusheng's armor was very conspicuous and special.

Back then, the seven grand commanders under the command of the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion each had a set of special armor.

But soon,

Zheng Fan frowned,

he reached out and touched the armor, and then tore the armor open.

The Liang messenger on the side, seeing this scene, knelt down on the ground and began to twitch.

When Zheng Fan tore open Li Fusheng's armor, he found that inside the armor was actually wood. The part below the head was mostly made of wood, with only a few ounces of flesh attached.

Zheng Fan's palm directly gripped the edge of the coffin,

and said in a deep voice:

"What's going on?"

"Returning…returning to Wangye's words…after the Qian people sent the remains of Tiger Might Earl into the capital, some commoners made a fuss, so……"

"Answer properly."

Upon hearing this, Chen Xianba drew his knife and placed it directly on the messenger's neck. The blade had already pierced his skin.

This time,

the messenger immediately spoke fluently:

"Wangye, it was the Qian people who sent the remains of Tiger Might Earl into my Liang capital. The ruler and General Pu ordered people to carry the remains of Tiger Might Earl and other Yan army generals, to parade and boast in the streets;

As a result, many ignorant people in the city rushed forward and ate the remains of Tiger Might Earl!

Wangye, it's not the fault of this humble servant, it's not the fault of this humble servant, Wangye, spare my life, Wangye, spare my life!"

In Zheng Fan's mind,

a picture immediately appeared,

in the picture,

Li Fusheng's remains, along with his armor, were raised high and paraded through the streets;

Around, were the excited people of the Liang capital. They were cheering, they were jumping for joy;

They knew how terrible the Yan people were, but they didn't understand the so-called situation;

They didn't care how the current ruler came to power, nor did they care how the former ruler was forced to death;

They didn't understand that the Qian-Chu allied forces were just using them as a rag, using them and discarding them.

They were happy that they had won a battle and killed the Yan Earl. Their joy was extremely pure, without much impurity.

The excited and enthusiastic crowd caused the pole to fall, and Li Fusheng's remains were divided and eaten by these people.

While dividing the flesh and blood, they were still cheering, "Long live Great Liang, Great Liang is victorious!"

"Hehehe..."

Prince Pingxi's throat made a sound of laughter.

Looking at Li Fusheng, whose bones were missing ten out of ten, in the coffin, the Wangye's eyes began to turn red.

"Beat the drums, gather the generals!"

"Yes, sir!"

……

In the command tent, Li Fusheng's coffin was opened and placed in the center.

Chen Yang, Luo Ling, and other generals had all entered. After seeing this scene, everyone clenched their fists.

This behavior was actually equivalent to a level beyond the so-called "winners are kings, losers are bandits," equivalent to what Nian Yao had done to stimulate Zheng Fan, the human swine in the wine jar.

The Wangye sat on the command seat,

always with his head half-lowered,

and the generals below were harboring a belly full of anger, but because the Wangye's prestige was too strong, no one dared to act rashly or shout.

Finally,

the Wangye raised his head,

and opened his mouth to say:

"Chen Yang, what city is in front of us?"

Chen Yang was a little stunned, but quickly replied:

"Returning to Wangye's words, it is the capital of Liang."

The Wangye shook his head,

and said:

"You're wrong,

This Wang clearly saw,

it is a,

empty city."

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