Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 42
When everyone left, Jin Chunqiu completely collapsed like a house whose beams had been removed. He lay limp on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, muttering to himself.Jin Famin listened carefully, and could vaguely hear his father whispering: "Ren Shou, Ren Shou, Daddy is sorry for you!"

There are Coke, fried chicken wings, and french fries sprinkled with tomato sauce on the table. I grab the phone with both hands and focus on turning on the black. From time to time, I lower my head to take a sip of Coke, put the fried chicken wings in my mouth, chew them, and finally spit out two bones.

"Wen Zuo, Wen Zuo! You're secretly playing games again!"

The yelling from outside the door caused the young man to drop his cell phone in panic, but accidentally knocked down the Coke and scattered it all over the table.

"Damn it, why don't you let me wake up after darkening this game?" Wang Wenzuo opened his eyes in frustration. The room was dark, the bed was hard, and the dim morning light came through the cracks in the windows. It was another bitter cold day.Fried chicken, Coke, ketchup french fries, and video games all gone, just cold, toil, and war.He shivered, and decided to get into the bed and sleep again, and see if he could continue the previous dream by the way.

Bang bang bang!
There was a knock on the door, and Wang Wenzuo suddenly sat up from the bed and shouted, "What's the matter?"

"Master, it's already time for breakfast, and the spies are back, there are military concerns!" It was Sancho's voice.

You can skip breakfast, but the military situation waits for no one.Wang Wenzuo jumped out of bed in frustration, picked up his robe and put it on, and asked, "What do you have for breakfast?"

"Hubing, boiled eggs!" Sancho heard the commotion inside, pushed open the door and helped Wang Wenzuo dress, while laughing: "Master, you are lucky, these are probably the last few eggs in this village. The hen has been plucked and grilled on a spit!"

"The chicken is finished? Looks like we're going to move our butts again?" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile while straightening his belt. This is already the fifth village they have occupied since they dispatched troops. The victory is so sweet, even against the chicken victory.Every soldier in Wang Wenzuo's small army is well-fed, has thick clothes to keep out the cold, and has more or less trophies in his pockets. Even the lowest auxiliary soldiers have a mule to travel.During these battles, or looting, those recruits learned to obey orders, exercised their physique and the skills of using weapons. The most important thing was that they began to believe that they were strong and had an advantage over the enemy. The only commonality between ancient and modern Chinese and foreign powerful armies.

"The sentry captured a Baekje messenger!" Sancho said.

"Oh?" Wang Wenzuo stopped adjusting the belt: "Where are the captives?"

"It's in the back warehouse! Cui Langjun asked me to invite you over!"

"Okay, you bring the breakfast too!"

storehouse.

When the guards brought the prisoner in, his hands were tied with hemp rope, a noose was around his neck, and the other end of the noose was in the hands of Cui Hongdu. The prisoner was only wearing a knee-length blouse, with his limbs bare. In the cold wind, Wang Wenzuo frowned and said in a low voice, "Maybe this guy should keep his coat, it's snowing outside!"

"It's okay, it helps him remember!" Cui Hongdu smiled nonchalantly, he pulled the noose hard, the prisoner whimpered, he couldn't breathe from the noose, and then let go of the noose and asked, "Say , what is your mission?"

The prisoner opened his mouth wide, swallowed precious oxygen, and his eyes gleamed with hatred. Wang Wenzuo shook his head, motioned his subordinates to take off the noose, and threw a cloak over him. The prisoner hurriedly wrapped the cloak around his body. His face was only a little bloody.

"I don't know you before, as long as you tell the truth, I have no interest in torturing you!" Wang Wenzuo slowed down his speech, leaving a gap for Sancho to translate. He walked up to the prisoner and poked him with his fingers. The opponent's chest: "But don't think that you can survive it. My subordinates are all ruthless characters. If necessary, they will dig out your heart!"

The prisoner looked into Wang Wenzuo's eyes, as if confirming the authenticity of what he just said, and nodded after a while: "If I tell you, what will you do with me?"

"Lock you up, and let you go when you're sure you're not lying!"

"Okay, but can you give me something warm first? I'm almost frozen!" the prisoner begged.

Wang Wenzuo returned to the table, took his own cup and handed it over. The prisoner took the cup, brought it to his mouth, and poured it in two gulps. Wang Wenzuo took the empty cup and asked, "Have some more?"

The prisoner nodded gratefully, and his movements became much slower during the second cup. He looked at the people around him and said in a low voice, "The envoys of the Tang State are here, and they are urging the people of Silla to send troops!"

"What?" Sangqiu's translation made Wang Wenzuo think he had heard it wrong: "Say it again, what's the situation?"

"That's what happened. The people of Silla attacked once a month ago, but they were defeated by the General Ghost Room, and thousands of people died. But a few days ago, the people of Silla began to mobilize again. According to the detailed news, Tang Guo The Son of Heaven sent envoys to Silla to order the people of Silla to conquer Baekje and rescue the Tang army besieged in Sibi City. Therefore, General Guishi sent me to send an order to General Daochen, asking him to send troops to stay for a week and join forces! "

Although Sanqiu's translation was blunt, everyone heard clearly this time. The youngest Gu Cihang couldn't bear his temper and shouted loudly: "That's great, Chang'an really hasn't forgotten us!"

"That's right, there is an angel delivering the decree, and the Silla people dare not shirk it!"

"Bodhisattva bless, we finally don't have to bury our bones in this foreign country!"

Everyone in the room was excited, and Wang Wenzuo was the only one who was calm. He thought for a moment and asked, "Is there any other news?"

"No more! That's all!" The prisoner shook his head.

Wang Wenzuo waved his hand, motioning to take the prisoner down, and gradually the excitement of the crowd passed away, and Shen Faseng smiled and said, "Sanlang, should we send this person back to Sibi City first?"

"Don't be busy for a while, the isolated evidence will not stand!" Wang Wenzuo waved his hand: "No one knows whether this person is telling the truth or not!"

"True or false can be judged by the superiors. We don't need to worry about it. As long as you take the person back, it will be a great achievement!" Cui Hongdu replied, he found Wang Wenzuo's attitude a bit strange: "What's the matter, Sanlang, you have a better way ?”

Wang Wenzuo raised his head and looked at Cui Hongdu with piercing eyes: "No, I didn't!"

"Since this is the case, then send this person back as soon as possible?"

(End of this chapter)