Chapter 451： Chinese military account!

The swan beak, the middle army account, this top account is far from being compared with the general's big account, but at this moment, the account has gathered many people from the Northwest Army.

The battle in Qiaotan shocked the entire northwest. The generals, partial generals, and guerrilla generals of the northwest battalions all rushed to the swan mouth. General Song Naifeng came here. What to do with this matter, the generals can decide the right and wrong. Too!

Of course, the two brothers Song Wenjie and Song Wenhua's push behind them cannot be ignored if they can gather so many people over overnight. It is no exaggeration to say that the posture of the swan beak is a trial, the trial of Song Wensong.

It was only early in the morning when the general had just arrived in the tent to discuss matters, and many military commanders came to meet in the tent. The atmosphere was lively and lively. In secret, the two brothers Song Wenjie and Song Wenhua were also making arrangements, and the northwest army was secretly mobilizing centered on the swan beak.

In such an atmosphere, Song Wenhua's complexion looked better than yesterday, and Song Wenjie, the eldest brother who came from the dust, looked even more complacent and confident.

"Come, here! The three generals are here!"

Outside the tent, there was a loud shout from the sentry, and the Chinese military tent immediately became noisy, and many people walked out of the tent and looked into the distance.

"How many people are here? Have you seen it clearly?" Song Wenhua grinned and shouted at the sentry.

"There are only more than twenty rides in total, and the leader is San Gongzi, hey, there is a carriage following behind!"

There is no need for the sentry to reply. Everyone can see that there is a small group of cavalry galloping here in the snow in the distance. In front of the Chinese army's tent, the horses have been set up properly, and the guards are waiting. Everyone’s eyes are on this side. A team of cavalry.

The cavalry is getting closer, the front one is tall and fat, and powerful, especially the long and thick iron spear that is the most eye-catching. Who is this person who is not Song Wensong, the third son?

Under everyone's attention, time seemed to be fast-forwarding. Even though the cavalry who was still in the distance had already reached their eyes, everyone could see clearly at this time. Song Wensong led his own guards to no more than twenty riders.

Although these twenty riders are not many, they rushed from a distance, as fast as electricity, and as fierce as a tiger. This momentum seems to be coming from tens of thousands of horses, especially Song Wensong, the son of the third son.

He was riding on a tall horse, wearing a golden chain mail, a red tasseled helmet, and a spear in his hand. He was majestic and powerful. It was like the coming of the **** of war. Anyone who saw him couldn't help but praise: "Mighty general!"

"Sigh..." Song Wensong pulled his horse to the front of the army's tent. The crimson horse raised its four hooves. Song Wensong opened his eyes angrily and shouted, "Why are you waiting to reject my horse?"

The guards in front of the military account were frightened by Song Wensong’s aura, and their expressions changed drastically. The most calm voice of the leader was also a little trembling. He said, "Dare to ask where the general comes from? Why come? In front of the general’s account. Don't take a knife to prancing horse!"

Song Wensong flipped his eyes, laughed, and said, "Did you blind your dog's eyes? You don't even know your three grandfathers anymore? It's a bitch! It's really owed, I will let you remember today!"

When Song Wensong finished his words, he suddenly clamped his horse's belly. The claret horse under his hips rushed forward like an arrow. The rebel horse in front could not stop it. The horse rose into the air, directly over the rebel horse, and rushed past it in an instant. Going through the gate, rushed straight to the front of the Central Military Tent.

"Ah..." Everyone's expressions changed drastically. The guards at the gate were so scared that their faces were pale, and everyone waiting in front of the Chinese army's tent also hurriedly avoided. The second son, Song Weihua, was so scared that he hid behind the guards and shouted:

"Quick, quick, where are the guards?"

"Haha!" Song Wensong laughed. He stopped his horse again, and he jumped off the horse. He looked around and said, "Why are you waiting for such a big show? I don't have such a big face, so I won't bother you to meet him. , Haha..."

Song Wensong laughed, Song Wenhua couldn't hold his face, and stood up and said: "The third child, you are too presumptuous! Do you know that Daddy is in the account, you are so reckless, is it possible that you don't even look at Daddy? "

Song Wensong grinned, clasped his fists and saluted: "Hello, second brother! I just heard that Daddy came to the swan beak, so I patted a horse and rushed over to see you!

Seeing that my second brother and all the adults are here, I was on a whim and just made a joke with you. Why are you so panicked? "

Song Wensong looked at the left and right as he spoke. At this time, the guards on the left and right came. Look inside and outside the Chinese military tent. There are hundreds of guards. These guards are elite soldiers, all with a cold expression and a knife in their hands. Holding the axe, obviously he came prepared, Song Wensong sneered, unheard of these arrangements, but turned around and said:

"Quickly, help my second brother out of the car and go to see the general with me!"

At this time, everyone saw a carriage parked outside the Yuanmen. Several guards helped a frail young man get out of the car. He looked at this young man. He was dressed in an official gown, his face was pale, and he was shaking when he walked. His face was very strange. .

Song Wensong laughed and said, "Everyone, this is my Lord Lu Zhenglu, the magistrate of Yumu County, and at the same time a righteous brother from the south of the Yangtze River. He is known as the number one talented man in the south of the Yangtze River. Don't look at him because of his weak writing, but his character is extremely strong. It's tough, and Dai Gao is an enemy in the capital, and his reputation is very big!"

Someone knew about Lu Zheng at the introduction site of Song Wensong. After all, Lu Zheng was one of the very few officials who came to the northwest from Beijing to take office. All the limelight.

Among the many people, a general stood up and said with a smile: "Master Lu is getting more and more prosperous now, Master Lu, do you still know me?"

Lu Zheng was dizzy by the car bumping, and his heart was extremely uncomfortable. When he looked up and saw the speaker, he frowned slightly and said, "General Feng, don't come here without problems! It's important to pay a visit to the general right now. I'll wait until the matter is over. General Feng speak!"

After Lu Zheng finished speaking, the two followed Song Wensong and entered the Central Army's tent. Song Wensong entered the tent and saw his father sitting on the middle seat. His heart sank and he knelt down and said, "Let's see Song Wensong. General!"

Lu Zheng did not kneel down, but bowed his hands in accordance with the etiquette of the next official to meet the Shangguan: "Xiaguan Yumu County magistrate pays courtesy to the general!"

Song Naifeng's eyes swept across Lu Zheng and Song Wensong's faces like swords, and snorted softly, and said, "Wensong, can you come here today to be convicted?"

When Song Wensong heard his father's words, his heart was soothing, his hands shook subconsciously. He was not afraid of heaven and earth, but he was afraid of Song Naifeng, he dared to cross in front of anyone, but in front of Song Naifeng, he really couldn't cross it.

One thing fell one thing, Lu Zheng couldn't help but narrowed his eyes when seeing this situation. Song Wensong lowered his head, took a deep breath, and said, "Father, the child doesn't understand what crime he committed! Please! Father expressly!"

Song Wensong did not call him a general, but changed to father. The change in his title reflects the subtle changes in his heart.

Song Wenhua and Song Wenjie were both here. Song Wenhua couldn't help but stood up and said angrily: "The third child, are you still pretending to be confused? You are so brave that you dare to send troops to Qiaotan. You clearly didn't take your father. In my eyes, what's the difference between you being a fanatic and rebellious?"

Song Wensong raised his head and looked at Song Wenhua and said, "Second brother, Cheng Juhu did not follow the order and tried to rebel. I sent troops to suppress it in time. I am about to report this to my father today!"

"You fart! You are so bloody, Cheng Juhu will rebel against my Song family's great grace? You are really telling lies with your eyes open! I am afraid that no one in the room can believe this!" Song Wenhua said.

Song Wensong grinned: "Second brother, you and I are brothers. In this battle with Cheng Juhu, you firmly believe that Cheng Juhu is loyal, but what is the truth? I am a son of the Song family, and the general is my own life. Father, did you mean that I was spitting out blood when I rebelled?"

"You..." Song Wenhua didn't expect Song Wensong to be so eloquent, he was so speechless for a while, he stared at Song Wensong for a long time, and said:

"You... you bring Cheng Juhu here, we will confront each other in this account, so many people are there, let everyone be a testimony!"

"Haha!" Song Wensong laughed loudly. The laughter slowly faded, and a sorrowful color appeared on his face, and said: "Second brother is telling a joke, like Cheng Juhu, who is so disrespectful and intent to rebel and act boldly, how can I? Can you be soft to him?

In the Qiaotan battle, not only did I take in Cheng Juhu's soldiers, the thief also died under my iron spear! I brought his head today! "

After Song Wensong finished speaking, the conjurer conjured a black cloth bag from his hands. He threw the cloth bag on the ground, and a cold head rolled out of the cloth bag. Who was it if it wasn't Cheng Juhu?

There was an uproar in the audience. Song Wenhua opened his eyes wide and his face was pale. He looked at Song Wensong with a look of astonishment on his face. Suddenly his legs fell on his knees and cried loudly:

"General, you have to call the shots for General Cheng! Third brother... Third brother is going to disrupt the Northwest, causing the Northwest Army to chaos!"

Song Naifeng frowned slightly and his face was expressionless. Song Wenjie immediately stepped forward to agree with him when he saw the situation. For a while, almost everyone in the camp pointed the finger at Song Wensong.

In their cognition, Song Wensong’s work was really incredible. Qiaotan had already shocked the Northwest when he sent troops to Qiaotan. He even killed Cheng Juhu. Cheng Juhu is Song Naifeng’s confidant general and one of the eight kings. This man has made great achievements. , It just died, this is really unacceptable.

The people who came today are the confidants of the second son and the eldest son. They can't stand by Song Wensong's side, so Song Wensong is destined to become the target of public criticism.

Facing the accusations of many people, Song Wensong clenched his fists, feeling angry and nervous in his heart. Subconsciously, he cast his eyes on Lu Zheng. To tell the truth, he was really scared in his heart.

He was afraid that Song Naifeng would take him down in a fit of anger. If he loses the military power in his hand, he will be over in the northwest from now on, and there will never be any more

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