When we set out again,

I had to deal with such a difficult emergency first, because I heard from my subordinates that a captured general of the Northern Army planned to seek success with me, or the Southern Army camp,

Although I had troops who continued to retain and add to local vassal states such as Runzhou and Jiangning, I chose the relatively peaceful and upright Jiangnan and Huainan generation, and had a relationship and interest with the Northern Dynasties, and were not particularly close to the old subordinates of the vassal states.

Moreover, the generals and officers refused to retain them, but only took their soldiers, tried to avoid the villagers' parties, and broke up and reorganized them in the system.

But those from the Northern Army camp are different. Even if they dare to apply for it, I really don’t dare to store it casually and don’t feel at ease to use it.

After all, this is not a business strategy game. If the captive generals and soldiers are closed for a period of time, their loyalty will naturally decrease. Then, as long as they are repeatedly recorded and read, they will be successful in logging in. They are using money, treasures and equipment to refresh their loyalty.

They are living people, with their own thinking ability and stance background. In the Northern Dynasties camp, they also have a lot of roots and complex social relations foundations. They are not so simple and easy to give up, but quickly change the stance of the camp and start over from nothing.

"Low Liu Jiye, I have met the general..."

The Northern Army prisoners captured in each war were taken to the rear. After a certain amount was accumulated, some of them would be handed over to the Shuaisi in batches as certificates of corresponding credit, or escorted to the rear and then sold to friendly forces for the required materials.

But this Liu Jiye is an exception. It is said that he was a military leader who has been guarding Datong in Yunzhong for generations. He was known for his "oldness in border affairs". After being transferred to Xingtai, Hebei, he was transferred to Xingtai and was transferred to Xingzhou.

He was also one of the very few senior generals of the Northern Army who were captured by our army. He had explained important military information and was therefore stayed in the army with a very strange product. However, he suddenly asked to see me.

"Give me a reason to waste time seeing you"

With this kind of thought, I looked coldly at the person standing in the hall. His temples were gray after middle-aged, and his hands were standing there with a bit of vicissitudes of life.

"Otherwise, I don't mind digging an extra hole outside."

"Just want to give you an opportunity to give your ginseng details..."

"I won't send it early or late. I suddenly came out and said I'd like to send it to you," he said.

I was unmoved.

"You understand that you have ulterior motives or treat others with nothing..."

"I should have some thoughts..."

His face remained unchanged

"I just keep my heart on the Lord..."

I was a little disappointed but disagreed. Although this guy had the same name as Yang Wudi, who died in Jinsha Beach in history, he obviously had no moral integrity or lower limit.

"because,"

He paused, looked at my face carefully before continuing

"I want to vote for it not the big beam, but the noble man..."

"Clever words make people look good"

I sneered.

"You can go and die, and leave and don't send it..."

This is obviously a naked speculator, followed by a full-blown ambitious man who knows how to stir up people's hearts. Unfortunately, he found the wrong person and the timing was not right.

"Pull out and chop..."

I said to the guards who walked in without hesitation.

"It is obviously a normal way and means to achieve and achieve the goals... Why should you listen to your surrendered enemy's words and take the risk of going through these odd gates?"

"I also know the deployment and defense of the prefectures along the Hebei Road, as well as the basic strategies of the eastbound platform."

Before he was dragged out, he hurriedly shouted out loud.

"I said it a long time ago, that's all..."

I shook my head and said

"Why do you have to go through so many turns..."

After a while, I sat back in front of him and temporarily retreated within ten steps.

"The military commander can tell that in order to cross the river, the eastbound platform has already produced all the elite..."

He no longer dared to talk nonsense and replied honestly.

"After several handover battles... all the troops were damaged and the generals were defeated."

A look of remembrance and memory flashed across him.

"Now the Hebei route is extremely empty..."

"As long as the ministry is close to the Dugi-do area, there will be only some Tumen and local heroes..."

"Don't the military commander want to do something with this opportunity..."

But I narrowed my eyes slightly. Although he was a prisoner, he obviously knew nothing. But then again, our army could completely block and isolate all kinds of news of victory from these prisoners. As long as he was particularly willing to collect, he could still know something.

"Just just need a partial teacher..."

Speaking of this, he seemed to be involuntarily showing a fanatical and intense look.

"A side-level teacher can disturb the huge situation..."

"Then what reason and position do you have to do this..."

I still don't move lightly, and said coldly

"Or, what do you want..."

"Of course I want to use the military commander to avenge me..."

He showed some kind of gripping feelings without any concealment.

"For the ancestors of Liu who died in death, and the old grudges that they had killed people by using a knife..."

I was speechless, your sister, what kind of painting style is this?

He is obviously an ambitious man who has no moral integrity and wants to survive. In a blink of an eye, he has turned into Wu Zixu with great suffering and deep hatred, so he doesn't have the trick of playing like this.

A thousand-year-old city, the former capital of the Six Dynasties

Luodu City, which is in turmoil, has been exposed to various bad news and rumors since the Nanguan was destroyed. It can be said that it is a shock in a day. It tramples on the pillow in the street market, and thousands of people were killed or injured.

And Su Zai, the right censor who had just finished his interview with the Grand Priest, still heard the words just now ringing in his ears.

"There is already three thousand coins for Dougu to the south of Luoshui..."

"So what?"

"I'm afraid that if this continues, people will eat together..."

He said with a little heartbroken, because this was not his catching up on the wind and shadows, but what he saw with his own eyes when passing by the street, those thin and eyed faces with great brilliance.

"After all, they are the people of the capital... the hearts of the people are gone"

He finally said this.

However, Dashe, who met with Kang, was not furious because of this, or he pulled out the golden gourd and hit the head outside the palace gate according to the convention.

"At present, state affairs should be the priority..."

He just sighed and said kindly

"If you cannot stop the Nangui, everything will be over, and you have no future to say."

"If you take a step back, even if you are sure to release relief for a while..."

"There are more than tens of thousands of household registrations in the city. I have been put on today and tomorrow. Can I still last for the day after tomorrow..."

"There is not much left in the national reserve. The reserves of the Zuozangku have been used to ensure the salary of civil and military officials and the daily life of nobles in each family,"

"And the immediate needs of the forefront soldiers..."

"Now that the world is difficult, I can only make a choice and make a small sacrifice..."

"The person came and took half a cart of millet from Dayingku and sent it to Su Xueshi's mansion..."

He walked out slowly in a daze, looking at the bags that were brought to the ox cart, but his body became more and more hunched.

As the censorate who has been destined to be a decoration for a long time, the last representative of the clear stream and conscience can be said to be sad that his heart is dead.

After just crossing the East Tianjin Bridge and coming to Nanhe Street, Su Zai, who was in a hurry, suddenly raised his head.

There were many noises in front of us, a group of tall horses, gorgeous clothes and fragrant carts, and noble families who were traveling in the city. They carried female crafts in the cart and competed with gambling on the streets, while the military and civilians dared to stop each other. Even Su Zai's ox cart had to whip the whip and avoid left and right.

These excited people who were rushing to the streets, even ordinary carts, had their tendons compacted, and their fur colors were visible. As they ran all the way, the food splashed out was the best, which attracted many yellow-faced and thin people to fight among the dust and mud, and were red-eyed and held in the cracks of the stones.

Some people could not wait to stuff the thunder mixed with dust into their mouths, then showed a pale smile with satisfaction, and then kicked and beat them by others, but they would never vomit them out again.

This is still the best area under the feet of the emperor. Is this still the capital of a country? It is like the land of evil karma raging on the murals of the Buddhist Pure Land, the hungry ghost realm and the Shura realm.
Chapter completed!