Dragon map of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 63 Unexpected Good News Part [-]

"I hope the master is safe and sound!" Zhang Gu was worried in his heart, he was still a little uneasy about this battle, but he had to look at Jingping Village, otherwise his heart would have already rushed to the battlefield.

"My father is a hero, a younger generation, how can he hurt him, he will definitely win and return!"

Mu Jing has already begun to adapt to the way of speaking in this era, simple and neat grammar, a little literary, his expression is a little dignified, every word seems to be comforting Zhang Gu, or comforting himself.

"Young master, once the big master is really defeated on the front line, we may not be able to live in peace. These days, there are people watching around Jingping Village. I am afraid there will be many people waiting for us. If the big master loses the battle , the news came back, not only the nobles in the city, I am afraid even the county government will not let us go!" Zhang Gu was a little worried: "Even if we can retreat, where else can we retreat, return to Mushroom Mountain, or flee to Runan? "

"In troubled times, the winner is king, and the loser is bandit!"

Mu Jing's voice was a bit bleak: "If father really loses this battle, we can only turn back into rogues!"

He wasn't worried about the campaign at first.

But the attitude of the county government still made him a little worried. He never imagined that the prefect's government would use this as a temptation to lure Mushan to go to war. They also took it too naturally.

He went to great lengths to let his father, Mu Shan, wear this layer of skin, because only in this way, they can bleach the past and avoid exile.

Now is not the era of feudal separatist regimes. It is not possible to be a king with soldiers in your hands. The situation of rebels cannot survive in Nanyang. The defense against the Yellow Turban Army is too deep here.

But even if he tried his best to get this layer of skin out, if his father Mu Shan was really defeated, then everything would be beaten back to its original shape.

They can only continue to struggle in exile.

The days of troubled times are not easy.

The thieves in exile even had a meal without a meal, and came back after fighting with their lives for every grain of rice.

He doesn't want to be a rogue.

"Rogue bandit? It's easy to say, but it's hard for us to move an inch in Nanyang, where should we go in exile?" Zhang Gu sighed.

"The world is so big, why don't we go!" Mu Jing smiled wryly. To be honest, he really didn't want to go to this point. Once he got to this point, a war would break out. Half of the people in Jingping Village would be burned if they survived. High fragrance.

Rogues are doomed to be rootless duckweeds, with no fixed place to live and unstable people, so it is difficult to survive.

"Young master, there are some rumors from the north that the imperial court encircled and suppressed the Julu Huangjin, Zhang Yan led his troops to gather in Montenegro, and the commanders of the four directions, such as Yang Fengyu Du, have all gathered in Montenegro. Like a teacher!"

"Do you want to go north to seek refuge?"

"We are Yellow Turbans after all!"

Zhang Gu had no confidence in his heart, and said in a low voice: "And Her Royal Highness is here, people in the north will give some face!"

"Let's not talk about why the Holy Maiden of Taiping escaped from Julu. Since she escaped, it means that she has lost control of the Dao of Taiping. !" Mu Jing shook his head, his understanding of Zhang Yan, the leader of the Yellow Turban in Montenegro, was different from ordinary people, and his understanding came from history. In history, this person was somewhat capable, but he didn't have the ability to separate a party: "He can hold Montenegro, Fortunately, although his momentum is huge, I feel that he is just bluffing, and then...he will bow his head to the court!"

In history, Zhang Yan bowed his head to the imperial court. When he was threatening the imperial court with his troops, he secretly sent envoys to Luoyang to ask for rewards. There are too many fierce men, and it is difficult to stand out after all. Whether it is Gongsun Zan in Youzhou or Yuan Shao in Hebei, they all suffered from serious troubles for many years, and finally they could only surrender to Cao Cao's command.

"Less master..."

At this time, a burly figure outside broke into the book pavilion in a panic.

"Uncle!" Mu Jing quickly stood up, looked at Zhao Ping, frowned, and asked, "You summoned him like this, but what happened?"

"Won!"

Zhao Ping's voice was urgent, and he suppressed his ecstatic sobs: "The master has won!"

"what?"

Mu Jing's pupils shrank slightly: "Win?"

"Zhao Ping, make it clear!" Zhang Gu suddenly shouted.

"I just came back today with good news from the front!"

Zhao Ping handed over a cloth.

Although paper exists in this era, its popularity is not very wide. Many people are using bamboo slips and wooden slips. Some special things are written on cloth. Cloth is precious and cannot be used by ordinary people.

"Good news?"

Mu Jing came over, took a closer look, his eyes became brighter, the worry on his face had completely dissipated, and a smile slowly rose from the corner of his mouth: "Okay, my father is worthy of being the yellow scarf warrior back then , the eagle on the battlefield has been dormant for several years, and if it does not sing, it will become a blockbuster. This matter will ensure our future stability, not to mention Wuyin County, even the entire Nanyang territory, no one can threaten our survival anymore!"

The cloth was just a victory report, and did not mention the battle in detail, but the victory report is equal to the result.

The good news is...

The Battle of Tufushan did not start at all, Mushan personally recruited Tufushan's Yellow Turban Army, and thousands of rebels surrendered, plus Mushan's soldiers and horses, there are now more than [-] soldiers and horses.

A soldier is a king, and Mushan holds more than [-] soldiers and horses, which means he has the foundation to gain a foothold in Nanyang.

As long as the prefect of Nanyang doesn't want to cause chaos in Nanyang, he must retreat at this step.

"Hahaha, the master is indeed the master!"

Zhang Gu also breathed a sigh of relief: "The danger in our Jingping Village has been completely lifted!"

These days, he has been trembling with fear, unable to sleep or eat, and this moment is considered peace of mind.

"What we should worry about now is not our Jingping Village, but the grasshoppers in Wuyin County!"

Mu Jing sneered, and there was a icy cold light in his eyes.

"Tan Zong!"

"Less master!"

"Go tell Zhang Heng and the others, it's time to show our fangs!"

"No!" Tan Zong took the order and left.

"Wuyin gentry, let's continue to compete, so as not to make you disabled, I'm not Mujing!"

His father has already done everything that should be done, and the rest is his battlefield in Mujing. The confrontation on the battlefield is left to his father, and he will fight the bloodless war himself.

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"Mu Shan surrendered thousands of rebels without a single soldier!"

"Damn it, why is he so famous!"

"How could this be?"

"Do all the soldiers and horses in the county government eat dry food?"

"How could they just watch Mushan grow stronger!"

"What should we do now?"

"Mu Shan led his troops back, isn't it dangerous for us to wait!"

"This beast is so vicious, it's not uncommon for him to destroy his family and ransack his house. If he insists, who of us can stop him!"

"If you don't want the county government to come forward, we can make peace!"

"Speaking of peace, how is it possible, we are the disciples of sages who read the book of sages, making peace with a bandit leader, how will we face the gentry in the future, how will we face the sages of heaven!"

"Even if you want to make peace, I'm afraid it may not be possible!"

"..."

An unexpected good news caused the gentry's uneasiness. These gentry patriarchs gathered one after another to discuss countermeasures. After expressing their opinions, bursts of noisy voices criss-crossed in the lobby of the Gu family's mansion.

"This god is so unfair to my ancient family!"

Gu Peng, the Patriarch of the Gu family, seemed to be an old teenager overnight, and his energy and spirit were severely hit, and he became a little dazed. His face looked like a smile but not a smile, and he seemed to be crying but not crying.

The Gu family established itself in Wuyin, but was crushed to death by the Zhu clan.

After all, the Zhu family was wiped out. He thought his success was imminent, and with great ambition, he commanded the Wuyin gentry. Naturally, the mere yellow scarf bandits were ignored, but they suffered repeated setbacks.

Mushan's return in victory is their reminder.

"It seems that Mushan can't hold back!"

Gu Peng took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He has been in charge of the family for many years, and he still has a certain endurance. This news will not break him.

He raised his head and glanced over: "Everyone, calm down!"

"Patriarch Gu, what should we do now?" Someone asked in a low voice.

"Win the king and lose the bandit!"

Gu Peng said quietly: "The situation is pressing, we have to bow our heads!"

"But we are nobles, how can we be so weak!"

"Can your strength of character hold back Mushan's butcher's knife?" Gu Peng asked.

"A gentleman is not afraid of death!" Some people are very strong.

"A man can stretch and bend!"

A stern light shot out of Gu Peng's eyes, and said: "Today's bowing our heads is not because we are cowardly, but because we can deal with them better. The world of Wuyin is still the world of our gentry. Soon they will They will find that without our support, they cannot move an inch!"

(End of this chapter)