I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 104

When Mao Wenlong came to the front line of Ximen, a fierce battle had just ended.

The person in charge of guarding the west gate is General Kong Youde.

This general, who was born as a miner in Tieling, has a burly figure, a black face, bearded eyes, and is currently letting his soldiers bandage his wounds under the city wall.

An arrow was shot in the thigh, and the left arm was slashed with a knife, all of which were some skin trauma, but they were not life-threatening.

Therefore, he still has the strength to scold Jiannu.

By the way, scold Sun Chengzong, the court and the idiot emperor Zhu Youjian.

"Why, do you still have the strength to curse people?" Mao Wenlong sat on the horseback, looked down at Kong Youde, and said gently: "You need to save some strength, there will be fierce battles to be fought later."

When Kong Youde heard Mao Wenlong's voice, he stood up abruptly, and was about to kneel down on one knee, but Mao Wenlong lightly stopped him with a horsewhip: "If you are injured, don't move around."

"Mm!" Kong Youde made a promise, and Da Ma sat down with a golden sword, and let the soldiers continue to bandage the wound.

"How long can you last here?" Mao Wenlong asked.

"As long as people don't die, they can persevere." Kong Youde spat on the ground and said in a hateful voice, "That's why he's so hungry."

"Those frozen corpses could have been eaten, but when I think of the last time we ate corpses for so many days during the Battle of Tieshan, I panicked!"

"The dog emperor is not a human being. He promised to double the salary, and deceive the honest people?"

Mao Wenlong didn't speak, and sat on the horseback for a while in a daze.

In the Battle of Tieshan, they were surrounded by Jiannu iron cavalry regiments for 96 days, [-] elite soldiers, and [-] of them were starved to death...

"I heard that the newly enthroned emperor is a big idiot. He sells officials and nobles, spends a lot of money on construction, wastes people's money, and even eats half a cow, a sheep and three roast chickens a day!"

"Fuck, the emperor is not a human being, he eats so many good things!"

Kong Youde vented the anger in his heart angrily, while grinning and sucking air, he asked his soldiers to pull out the arrow stuck in the bone.

There was a soft 'poof'.

The moment the arrow was pulled out, Kong Youde was in so much pain that he couldn't help but fart.

"Look at it, look at it, Lord Mao, this bastard wants to hurt me to death..." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to call his healing soldiers.

The soldier had a bitter face and didn't dare to say anything.

"Okay. Don't make trouble, I have golden sore medicine here." Mao Wenlong seemed to sigh, and took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and threw it to the soldier. "After external application, just bandage it."

He still wanted to say something, but he heard a burst of golden drums outside the city wall.

Kong Youde looked up in astonishment, and scolded: "These pig tails, why are they so non-stop, I just planned to eat a few bowls of lamb meat!"

"Master Mao, lamb meat! Haha."

"The slave-builder came out to fight at the age of sixteen or seventeen, and I split it into two pieces with one knife. One piece was left on the city wall, and the other piece fell down. Oh, what a pity."

What Kong Youde said was sloppy.His face was wrinkled into a bitter melon.

If you don't reach the point of despair, who would want to eat that stuff...

"Master Mao, what's the meaning of the sound of the golden drums outside to build slaves?" Seeing Mao Wenlong sitting silently on the horseback, Kong Youde couldn't help asking: "Could it be that they are going to attack again?"

As he spoke, he struggled to stand up.

"It doesn't matter, it should be to recruit us." Mao Wenlong said a few words, got off his horse, and slowly climbed up the west gate wall.

Sure enough, five or six hundred steps away from the city, there was a person standing alone.

Wearing a light blue Confucian shirt, the sky is full, and the appearance is dignified. At a glance, he seems to be a general, but in his speech and demeanor, there is a strong scholarly atmosphere.

"Send a message to you General Mao Wenlong and Mao, that the old man is visiting and we have a confidential matter to discuss." Fan Wencheng cupped his hands at the soldiers at the top of the wall and said loudly.

"Confidential matter? The confidential matter is what we discussed. You tricked a Jiannu Baylor over and asked me, Mao Wenlong, to find a way to kill that matter?"

Mao Wenlong had already walked to the top of the wall, when he heard a Han man talking outside, his originally gloomy face became even gloomy.

Even, it started to be a little gloomy.

"It turned out to be Marshal Mao Wenlong. Xiaosheng and Marshal wrote letters many times, exchanged news, and were very fascinated by Marshal's mind and ambition."

This is the "speaking technique" he repeatedly emphasized to the three Khans who built slaves, Nurhachi, Huang Taiji, and Mang Gurtai, because he is a Han himself and knows the rules and taboos of the Han people.

Especially the emperors of the Han Dynasty, there were not many who were not suspicious. Once they heard that their subordinates and military generals communicated and corresponded with the enemy chiefs, even if they said they didn't believe it, once the seeds of doubt were buried, sooner or later they would germinate.

Mao Wenlong guarded Pidao for so many years, and fought hundreds of battles with Jiannu, how could he not know this little trick.

"Who are you, are you here to persuade him to surrender?" Mao Wenlong asked expressionlessly.

"Xiaosheng is Fan Wencheng. He once exchanged letters with Marshal Mao, exchanging heart-to-heart stories." Fan Wencheng smiled lightly and said calmly.

"I see. The last time Huang Taiji attacked Xifengkou, the Lord Long Live praised you very much. I hope you will return to the court as soon as possible and make you the Marquis of Liaodong." Mao Wenlong said with a smile:

"It's still you scholars who are amazing. With a snap of your fingers, Huang Taiji and his [-] elite cavalry were wiped out in ashes. It's really an extraordinary feat!"

"It's not like those of us who lead troops to fight, the mighty general of a town, sneak attack on a small Saarhu City, and you need Brother Fan to inform us!"

As soon as the two met, they confronted each other.

This is also a battlefield.

There was a war of words.

"Marshal Mao, we don't have to talk so much." Fan Wencheng flicked the dust on his clothes with his fingers, and laughed loudly: "To put it bluntly, it was my lord who sent Xiaosheng to persuade Marshal Mao to surrender.

My lord has said, as long as you, Mao Wenlong, surrender to my Daikin, you will have wealth and wealth at your fingertips.

You, Mao Wenlong, aren't you the commander-in-chief of a town now?On top of their heads were Governor Wang Tingshi of Denglai, Governor of Jiliao Sun Chengzong, and the gang of treacherous ministers and thieves of the Ming court who ate vegetarian corpses;
With your Mao Wenlong's ability, how difficult is it to be the governor of Jiliao?

My lord promises that on the day you surrender Mao Wenlong, you will be able to form your own iron cavalry and become the first banner owner of the Eight Banners of the Han Army, you are more expensive than a prince..."

Listening to Fan Wencheng's endless chatter, Mao Wenlong was quite bored.

So, he simply stood with his hands behind his back and looked into the distance.

This kind of promise, Huang Taiji had personally promised him before he was bombarded to death.

Now, Huang Taiji has been bombarded to death by Mao Yuanyi at the entrance of Xifeng, and there is another Han female who has a clown look in front of him, saying "my master"...

Every time more dogs are slaughtered in righteousness, most of them are scholars.

Sincerely do not deceive me.

"Fan Wencheng, have you finished speaking?" Mao Wenlong asked suddenly.

"Uh... I've finished what I need to say, Marshal Mao, please think about it." Fan Wencheng's expression remained the same, his expression calm and calm.

"That's good," Mao Wenlong cupped his hands, and said seriously: "You said it very well, in the future, don't say it again."

Fan Wencheng: "..."

He wanted to speak, but Mao Wenlong suddenly turned his head and shouted sharply: "All soldiers, prepare to fight!"

(End of this chapter)