Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 241
"The poor mouse eats the cat, that's a good analogy!" Master Sun Ren said with a smile, "But it's too cheap to just let them go. Let them be the pioneers and attack Zhouliu City!"

"This guy really has a heart of stone!" Wang Wenzuo thought to himself, Master Sun Ren's suggestion is to use these newly surrendered Japanese as cannon fodder to fill up the moats of Zhouliu City, consume the defenders' arrows, wood and stone, and at the same time borrow the defenders in the city Destroy these descendants with your own hands.

"Well, this method is wonderful!" Liu Renyuan said with a smile, "Du Changshi, what do you think, Governor Liu?"

"General Sun's strategy can be said to kill two birds with one stone, and I really like it!"

"Yes, this method is very suitable for the art of war!"

"Sanlang, what do you think?"

"I have no objection!" Seeing that Liu Rengui and Du Shuang both agreed, Wang Wenzuo could only nod.

"Okay, then act according to this policy!" Liu Renyuan was also very happy to see that everyone agreed, and he said to the Zhongjun: "You let those two Japanese chieftains come in!"

Lian Xiong of the Ministry of Things bent down and walked into the tent. He saw that there was an incense burner at each of the four corners of the tent. The temperature inside the tent was very high, the smoke filled the air, and the floor was covered with a thick bearskin carpet. He didn't dare to look up. I could only glance forward from the corner of my eye, and saw five pairs of leather boots at different heights. The owner of these four pairs of leather shoes should be a general of the Tang Dynasty, right?

"Heads up, everyone!"

Hearing Dinghui's translation, Lianxiong of the Ministry of Objects straightened his back and found that there were five people facing him: the tallest among them was an old man in armor, and on the left and right sides of him sat a person of similar age. The old man, a middle-aged man in a round collar robe was looking at him suspiciously, and the last and youngest one was a man in green robe, looking at him with a smile on his face.

"What are your two names?"

"The one on the left is called Mobu Lianxiong, and the one on the right is called Shoujun Dashi! They are all noble chieftains of the Japanese!" Dinghui replied.

"Oh!" Liu Renyuan looked at the people who came down, and when he saw that they were all dressed in plain linen, he nodded secretly: "You tell them that there is nothing to worry about, they defected before the battle, and they are meritorious officials. Great rewards!"

Hearing Ding Hui's translation, Monobe Lian Xiong Xuan's heart fell, and he quickly knelt down and kowtowed: "Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!"

Looking at the two Japanese chieftains kneeling on the ground and kowtowing like garlic, Liu Renyuan suddenly felt a little bored. He nodded: "Arrange them to rest in the next tent first! As for letting the Japanese attack the city—" Liu Renyuan paused for a while After a while, his eyes stayed on Wang Wenzuo: "Sanlang, I will leave the attack on Zhouliu City to you, and then you can also assign these Japanese people!"

"Here!" Wang Wenzuo bowed to accept the order.

When they walked out of the tent, Monobe Lianxiong and Shoujun Dashi let out a sigh of relief almost at the same time. Although the Tang general who asked the question just now had a smile on his face, it still brought great pressure to them—the scene of a tiger devouring a deer Sometimes, you can still have a smile on your face.

"You two rest here for a while first!" Ding Hui raised the curtain of the tent: "Do you need me to bring some drinks?"

"Thank you so much, my throat is full of smoke!" Shoujun Dashi rushed to say without waiting for Mobu Lianxiong to speak.

"I see!" Dinghui signaled the two of them to enter the tent, and was about to leave, but was held back by Monobu Lianxiong: "Zen Master, no matter whether I have old grievances with your father or not, we are now on the same boat in the Tang army." I'm dead, but you must take care of her!" At this point, he lightly patted the back of Dinghui's hand.

"Don't worry, the poor monk is already a monk! What happened in the past has nothing to do with it!" Dinghui pulled his sleeve out of Monobe Lianxiong's hand: turned and left.

About half a quarter of an hour later, the curtain of the tent was lifted again, and the two raised their heads. They were surprised to see another person standing at the door besides Dinghui. Kneel down, kowtow and salute.

"You tell them my identity, let them stand up and talk!" Wang Wenzuo laughed.

"This is Cao Canjun, a soldier from the Xiongjin Governor's Mansion of the Great Tang Dynasty. His surname is Wang and his name is Wenzuo!" Ding Hui said, "Wang Canjun asked you two to stand up and talk!"

The two had also heard Wang Wenzuo's name and official position from the envoy, and knew that the other party was an extremely important figure in the Tang army, so they dared not say more, so they kowtowed again, stood up, and stood at the bottom of the head to obey orders.

"I was ordered by the governor to command the next siege of Zhouliu City!" Wang Wenzuo did not let the two of them sit down, with a majestic expression: "You two will obey my orders, I don't know how many of your subordinates are fighting right now. soldiers?"

Monobe Lianxiong and Shoujun Oishi exchanged glances, and they both saw a trace of helplessness in each other's eyes. After surrendering, they were dragged into the siege cannon fodder by the Tang people, which was also expected by the two.Lianxiong of the Ministry of Things said in a low voice: "There are about ten thousand people now, and if it takes another two days, there should be more!" He hesitated for a while, and boldly said: "My lord, there are many Japanese people in Zhouliu City. It's my old acquaintance, if I can give you a few days, I should be able to persuade some people to be Datang's internal staff!"

"Oh?" Wang Wenzuo looked at Wubu Lianxiong with great interest, and said with a smile, "If so, it would be best. Is five days enough for you?"

"Enough, enough!" Wubu Lianxiong was overjoyed when he heard that, after all, no one wanted to hit the stone city wall with their flesh and blood.

The request was granted, and Lianxiong felt that the atmosphere in the tent was much more relaxed. He carefully looked at Wang Wenzuo, speculated on the other party's likes and dislikes, and thought about how to please the other party's favor.

"Look at this, both of you!" Wang Wenzuo suddenly took out the things wrapped in Qingbu, and handed it over: "Who knows who used it!"

Wubu Lianxiong stretched out his hands, took it carefully, and opened the package.It was a feathered arrow, to be precise, it was a particularly long feathered arrow. Monobe Renxiong measured the length of the arrow with his palm, and handed it to Shoujun Dashi. The two whispered a few words, and the object Bu Lianxiong said to Wang Wenzuo: "This should be the Ezo guard of Amber Birov!"

Hearing Lianxiong's answer, Wang Wenzuo nodded: "I found this arrow from my good friend, and I owe it to you. Thanks to the two of you, I have saved a lot of energy!"

Seeing that this matter had nothing to do with him, Lianxiong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but heard Dinghui say: "General Wubu, Wang Canjun wants to see your wristband!"

Lian Xiong of the Ministry of Things was stunned when he heard the words, and hurriedly took off the wrist guards of both hands. His two wrist guards were made of gold and they were not light. It's my kindness, please accept it from Wang Canjun! I still have some gold ornaments in my tent, I will bring them to him when I return to camp!"

　A few days ago, I saw a reader in the reader group say that I wrote a book more than ten years ago. He still thinks highly of me. I have been imitating "The Tale of the Heike", "Water Margin", and "Li Zicheng" since I wrote the book , "Fire and Sword", "Jin Ou Que", "A Song of Ice and Fire", "Old Man Goriot", "Spartacus", these novels are more than ten years ago except "A Song of Ice and Fire", The rest are books from hundreds of years ago.Weber thinks these are good things. If you want to write well, you must first know what is good, imitate good things, and then write your own things slowly, hoping that everyone will like it.

　　Finally, I present a poem from a book friend last night: I have everything in this world, just as I think;mid-autumn
　　
　
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