Chapter 444： The Great Account of the Chinese Army

There are still dozens of miles from Yumu County Ya to Yumu Bend, and the journey is not easy in the vast Gobi.

At this time, the atmosphere in Song Wensong's middle army tent on the side of Yumuwan was very tense.

Song Wensong’s two great counselors, Wu Liewen and Xing Zheng, were full of sadness, and the several commanders under his command were also anxious. Song Wensong did not sit in the center as usual, but stood with his hands on his back and two stone **** in his hands. On the side of the small grille window of the military tent, you can look into the vast desert in the distance.

"San Gongzi, the so-called poor comers, this time the general led everyone to come and said that it was an inspection. I am afraid that the drunkard is not interested in drinking. How to deal with it, you have to make a decision!" Wu Liewen said, his body shape Skinny, like a bamboo pole, arched his hands to Song Wensong.

The stone ball in Song Wensong's hand turned even more anxiously, his face was full of fat piled up, his eyes flashed with eagle-like spirits, and he said quietly, "How long will father be there?"

"Just received the Flying Eagle Biography, the general has already set off. According to the hour, he can arrive at most this evening! If you want to arrange, you have to act immediately, time is running out!" Wu Liewen said.

Song Wensong suddenly turned around, looked at the group of people under him, and said, "What do you think?"

A group of commanders knelt down and said, "I will follow the three generals and follow the general's orders!"

Song Wensong sighed for a long time, and said: "Everyone is pushing me, being aggressive, making it hard for me to stand! Hey, Song Wensong has been slower than others at every step since I was young. Even if I get the slightest benefit, I need to pay an extraordinary price. .

Look at them again, they can call the wind and rain from birth, wanting anything is just a matter of hand, I don't fight with them, knowing that I can't fight, but they have repeatedly made every inch of it, and they have to force me to die or die! "

Song Wensong's tone was chilly, and his heart burst into anger, making the air seem to be filled with a slightly fishy and sweet smell of blood. He tried **** his hands and only heard a "click" sound. Two round stone **** were unexpectedly caught by him. Squeezed.

He suddenly turned around and said, "Where is the county magistrate surnamed Lu?"

"People have already been invited, I guess it will be there in half an hour!"

Song Wensong shouted, "Put the battle up and put your air on the air. For the present, the only way to do this is to let him sing a play together!"

Wu Liewen said: "The three generals, a newcomer with the surname Lu, can you do a good job according to your requirements? Will something go wrong and smash the basket? I think it's just a fake show, let's abandon the car to save the handsome, you see... …"

Song Wensong waved his hand and said: "It's too early to say anything, it's the mule or the horse that pulls it out! You and the commanders will all go back to the camp. They will listen to me, and they will cheer me up. From now on, I’m not allowed to remove my armour, go out, knives and guns can’t leave my hands, and feed me all the horses. After noon, all the horses are saddled. Did you hear that?"

"Yes! The general commander!" Many commanders ordered the account, and each returned to the camp to prepare to go. In the middle army account, Song Wensong's hundreds of guards all wore bright armor, and the bright halberds were held in their hands.

The banquets in the tents were properly rectified, the beef and mutton in the cauldrons were burning charcoal fire, and the heat in the tents circulated and transpired, and the atmosphere was solemn and solemn.

Finally, a horse hissing sound came from outside, and Wu Liewen was overjoyed and said, "It should be Feng Xuelin here!"

As soon as Wu Lie's words came to an end, a hearty laughter came from outside the Chinese army's tent. Then, the curtain was lifted, and Feng Xuelin, dressed in military uniform, strode into the tent and bowed down in the tunnel:

"Final General Feng Xuelin pays homage to the three generals! Three generals, do you really want to invite our brothers to have a drink with such a grand banquet?"

A rare smile appeared on Song Wensong's original serious face. He personally stepped forward to help Feng Xuelin up and said, "Xuelin, the snowy sky has made you work hard! Can Master Lu Zheng come?"

Feng Xuelin smiled, and said, "Does the three generals mean the little white face whose surname is Lu? He has to wait a while, but Vincent who dropped his book bag, his horse can't sit still, haha..."

Feng Xuelin laughed loudly. In the camp, Wu Liewen, Xing Zheng and others also laughed. In Yumu, no one can beat the sour talents who can only lose nerds.

Like Wu Liewen and Xing Zheng, although they are counselors, they also have some skills. Song Wensong himself is unparalleled in martial arts, and naturally the people under his hands also advocate force and respect martial arts.

Besides, Yumu County tried Song Wensong’s territory. In everyone’s eyes, the Yumu County magistrate was no different from Song Wensong’s domestic slaves. For soldiers like Feng Xuelin who followed Song Wensong to kill the enemy on the battlefield, Song Wensong should be their brothers, so-called arrogant soldiers. , Is this class of people.

Song Wensong's domestic slave is also a domestic slave in their eyes! So from the bottom of their hearts, they looked down on Lu Zheng at all.

The atmosphere in the account was lively and enthusiastic. Feng Xuelin has always been Song Wensong’s confidant. He was sent to Yumu to be responsible for guarding the county seat. Naturally, he also had the meaning of monitoring the county magistrate’s power. Song Wensong must control the place, which is inevitable. means.

Although the military tent from Xian Cheng to Song Wensong is not far away, Feng Xuelin can't come here casually.

Feng Xuelin looked at the tentacles inside and outside the tent, and thought in his mind that the three generals would give a surnamed Lu today. After all, the surname Lu is an official from the capital. It is said that he still has a solid background. Such people are not good warnings. I'm afraid he won't be submissive!

In this way, after about two cups of tea, there was a noise outside. I heard a report from the soldiers outside, saying that the magistrate of Yumu County Lu Zheng, the county magistrate Tang Guanping, the master Bo Liuran, the Dianshi Xiongqiang, etc. Come and meet the three generals.

Song Wensong's eyes flashed, and he laughed, and said, "Finally, come, come, come, please, adults, please!"

Song Wensong gave an order, and the guards around the entire camp moved. The guards lined up in two rows and guarded a path. They all held iron yokes in their hands, and their bright weapons released a biting chill. Such a posture. What is it if it is not a Hongmen Banquet?

Lu Zheng followed Tongzi and Nie Xiaonu, the county prime minister Tang Guanping and the lord Bo Liu Ran also lost their previous arrogance, and became trembling, sincere and fearful. The expression of Xiong Qiang in Dian Shi was the most calm, but he was muttering in his heart, thinking about today. What is the intention of the three generals.

Inside the big tent, the fire was cooking meat, and the mist rose. Song Wensong's fat and tall body almost blocked the window of the small grille. The entire tent seemed to be covered by his shadow, which invisibly put a lot of pressure on people. Here, Song Wensong is the master. He has absolute rights. Who dares to fight with the famous Song San Gongzi?

"Xiaguan Tang Guanping, Liu Ran sees the three generals!" Tang Guanping and Liu Ran knelt down for worship almost at the same time. Seeing their panic expressions, their courage seemed to be frightened!

Song Wensong did not look back, nor did he speak. A sneer appeared at the corner of Feng Xuelin's mouth. There were counselors such as Wu Liewen and Xing Zheng in the account, and several personal guards of Song Wensong were standing around. Everyone used a scornful look. Staring at Lu Zheng and waiting for a few people.

Seeing this situation, Dian Shi Xiong Qiang stepped forward and said: "Xiaguan Xiong Qiang pays homage to the three generals!"

Song Wensong remained motionless and didn't turn around. His eyes were staring into the distance outside the window. He seemed to be plunged into some kind of contemplation, completely ignorant of the guests after him.

The atmosphere in the tent suddenly became tense, as if the air was about to freeze, Tang Guanping knelt on the ground, frightened, and his body couldn't help shaking.

Feng Xuelin suddenly yelled: "I'm so brave. I don't see courtesy in the general's account. Is it possible that a scholar has never even learned etiquette?"

Feng Xuelin stared at Lu Zheng with a hostile expression on her face. Nie Xiaonu raised her eyebrows and said coldly: "What are you? You dare to shout three or four to my son?"

Feng Xuelin was taken aback for a moment, and said suddenly: "You are looking for death!"

While Feng Xuelin was talking, his figure flashed towards Lu Zheng. The boy was standing next to Lu Zheng. Look at his appearance, his five short stature, his appearance is not good, and he took a step to the side, stretched out his hand and grabbed it. He stayed on one of Feng Xuelin's legs, and then gently pulled, Feng Xuelin "kangdang" and fell to the ground, Nie Xiaonu can step on Feng Xuelin's abdomen, such a sturdy and incomparable man, he was lying on the ground. I can't move the ground!

This change is slow to speak of, but in fact it happened between the sparks of calcium carbide. From Feng Xuelin's rough to being restrained, many people have not recovered. Everyone in the account was shocked. They didn't expect the girl and boy next to Lu Zheng to be so powerful.

"Huh, huh, huh!" A guard quickly drew out his saber, trying to outflank Lu Zheng.

"Haha!" Song Wensong laughed suddenly, waved his hand and said, "What are you doing? Master Lu is my distinguished guest, so you have to be presumptuous!"

Song Wensong spoke and turned around. He smiled and walked to Lu Zheng's side. He was very enthusiastic and said: "Farewell to the Shatian County government. It's not too long. I really didn't expect that Master Lu would become an official. Hengtong, I have been promoted to the county magistrate of Yumu County! You and I are really destined...

Come, let Master Lu take a seat! "

Immediately a beautiful maid filed in and prepared a seat for Lu Zheng. Song Wensong waved his hand gently, then looked at Tang Guanping and said, "What are you doing on your knees? Get up!"

Tang Guanping and Liu Ran stood up, but there were no seats for them. Lu Zheng sat down in time. There was a big table across from him. Song Wensong also sat down. They sat opposite each other, beautiful maid pouring wine. When the food was served, the atmosphere in the tent seemed to gradually become warmer.

Song Wensong picked up the wine glass and said, "Master Lu, I respect you for this first cup! You and I will live together in Elm. I sincerely hope that adults can do good results just like in Shatian, so that the people of Elm will be prosperous and healthy. , Come, drink!"

After Song Wensong said, he drank the wine in his glass and looked at Lu Zheng.

The corner of Lu Zheng's mouth was slightly raised, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he didn't touch the glass at all...