A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

The arrow flew, but Shen An was unaware.

The expressions of the two country soldiers changed drastically. They were about to shout, but it was too late.

Shen An looked ahead with a smile, worried that his son and his cavalry were coming from afar.

A long knife appeared silently, accurately blocking the arrow's path.

Ding!

The arrow hit the ground and the long knife was retracted.

Wen Xiaozhong appeared like a ghost.

He was dressed like a local soldier. At this moment, he looked to the left and said coldly: "It's ridiculous to assassinate someone under someone's nose!"

There is a cave twenty steps away on the left, and a man has just stood up from the cave. He had a longbow in his hand. When he saw that the first arrow failed, he took out another arrow without hesitation...

But he had no chance.

The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, and the soldiers came in droves.

Huang Chun praised: "Mr. Lang, you were really wise in bringing Wen Xiaozhong out this time."

Shen An said calmly: "That guy She Hui said that he was told in a dream by his late master that he was in danger during this battle. It's true."

She Hui said this last time. Shen An knew it was nonsense, but she still took Wen Xiaozhong with her before setting off.

Regardless of whether these things are true or false, it’s better to be prepared.

Thinking that He Shen, someone who even wore a steel plate on his body for safety, was assassinated... isn't that a joke?

Huang Chun said proudly: "Mr. Lang, you asked me to give you medicine, and I took advantage of the opportunity to drink and sprinkled it into the wine bowls of those two old guys, and then I watched them drink it. What kind of medicine was that?"

Huang Chun drank a lot and drank too much. The two old warriors were quite dissatisfied, but they didn't know that they had been drugged.

"It's nothing..." Shen An smiled. He definitely couldn't say that, otherwise if the minister suddenly became constipated and had diarrhea in the future, Huang Chun and the others would think of today's drugging.

Zhong'e from the other side came over and asked, "My lord, how do you think about the divination people?"

Shen An said: "Get ready... Also, search this grassland."

The assassin over there has been trampled to a pulp, and the angry soldiers are looking around.

"Someone has been assassinated!" Zhong'e became furious and shouted: "Find those rats and drag them to death with war horses!"

"Here's one!"

“It’s available here too!”

Someone suddenly appeared in the distance and ran away.

"Follow me, you have to live!"

"How dare you assassinate Mr. Lang and drag them to death!"

The smell of blood gradually came out.

…

Boluo Te and others galloped all the way. That night, some cavalry came back and reported: "When I passed by, the Song people had already left."

Boluote sneered and said: "You are indeed vigilant. Otherwise, if we capture him, Emperor Song will probably be in chaos."

As expected, the Plastic Flower Brothers prepared to take down Shen An, but failed.

Life is so melancholy.

The two old warriors had now changed into clothes from Daliao, and they looked very decent. It was said that only the dignitaries of Daliao were qualified to wear such gorgeous clothes.

They sat upwind, with a blazing campfire in front of them and a whole sheep sizzling oil on it.

Boluo Te said respectfully: "It seems that the Song Dynasty people are not willing to let us obtain the Zhongjing Road."

These two old men are the wise men among the divination people and one of the leaders.

One of the old men said quietly: "The Song people want to deal with their opponents on the grassland once and for all. What Duke Yan probably means is... the Song people will only give us the road to the capital, but the road to the capital is not enough!"

He said with bright eyes: "We will become stronger and stronger. Shangjing Road is just a small lake, but what we want is a big river!"

Another old man sneered: "Shen An is a famous general of the Song Dynasty. If he is killed, the Northern Expedition of the Song people will cast a shadow."

Borrot nodded, "So... is that sharp archer sure?"

The old man said proudly: "His archery... has never failed. Besides, it's not just one person."

Borat was delighted, "How many are there?"

The old man said cautiously: "Although Shen An will take the old path when he returns, the war horse can only miss dozens of steps, so we have prepared more than a hundred archers this time, and we must leave him on the grassland."

Another old man smiled and said: "You have to pay attention. Every time the Song people won a great victory over the Liao people, Shen An was there. In other words, on the Song people's side, he was the top general. Before the war, he lost his first-class general. General, the morale of the Song army will drop."

Someone asked: "But what if the Song people blame us? Then we will raise an army to attack."

The old man stroked his beard and said proudly: "What are you afraid of? If so, we will take the tribe to defect to the Liao people. Once Yelu Hongji learns that Shen An died in our hands, he will be crazy, ecstatic, and reward us heavily. . Then let them fight to the death, while we just watch the fun from behind."

The old man on the side said: "Some people say that the queen of Yelu Hongji and Shen An are somewhat unclear. For this reason, he killed many internal servants. This can be seen to be true. So in this matter, we can attack when we advance, and we can defend when we retreat. No need to worry?"

Borrot said with admiration: "It's really a good plan!"

A wise man is like this, always looking at you with wise eyes.

Borat was bathed in wise gazes, and one of his gazes suddenly changed.

"Hey!" An old man covered his lower abdomen and frowned: "I'm going to have a bowel movement!"

He got up and went to the edge and suddenly farted.

"Why……"

This man actually took off his pants in a hurry, then squatted there and started to shit.

There was a crackling sound and a stench filled the sky.

The roasted sheep no longer smelled good, so everyone hurriedly avoided it.

Another old man frowned and said, "Go further away."

The old man groaned, "I can't help it!"

"Move over!" The old man stood up to avoid it. As soon as he stood up, he held his stomach and said, "Stomach hurts!"

He stopped as soon as he took a step, and then he groaned and squatted on the spot.

The bonfire is right in front of us, and the roasted lamb is steaming oil, which is very fragrant.

Everyone was dumbfounded as they watched the two wise men competing for diarrhea.

"What are you eating?"

Wise men naturally eat differently from everyone else. For example, they bring the best wine with them, which is exclusive to them.

But diarrhea must be controlled. Those people can still eat when they sit down at first, but when their ears are filled with sounds, they really can't eat anymore.

So hundreds of people stood there, silently watching the most noble leaders and wise men of the two tribes having diarrhea.

"That's not right." Someone said, "I have never seen such a brutal act in my life."

yes!

From the beginning to now, these two people have never stopped.

"If I pull it any further, I'm afraid my intestines will come out."

Borrot felt something was wrong, but he did not take the doctor with him on this trip.

"This is... this is... medicine!"

A wise man held on to him and fell down.

The other man who was pulling in front of the fire couldn't bear it anymore. Two men went over to help him, and he gasped: "Drink! Drink!"

I go!

After all this, you still want to drink?

He is indeed a warrior!

Even though I am old, I am still unambiguous!

People on the grassland respect warriors the most, so someone brought him his wine bag.

The exhausted old man pulled while saying: "Get out... get out!"

The man looked confused and thought, didn't he want a drink?

The old man looked at Boluo Te, "Bo Luo Te..."

Borat came over and squatted down.

"Boluo Te, wine...when drinking...that person..."

Borrot thought of that incident, "That man drank wine and spilled it on you."

The old man nodded, "Medicine! Medicine!"

Borrot said blankly: "Were you drugged at that time?"

Someone on the side said: "What medicine can kill someone?"

yes!

Everyone has experienced diarrhea. If you want to kill someone, you have to have diarrhea for at least several days.

But of these two wise men, the one in front of him could only breathe out but not in. If the one in front of him hadn't been held up by someone, he would probably have fallen down here.

"Medicine!" The old man shook his head, "It's medicine!"

Boluo Te remembered what Shen An had said to him before, "Shen An has become a monk, and his Taoist name is She Yao. What do you mean..."

"medicine……"

The old man slowly closed his eyes, but his body was still pulsing.

No one has ever seen such tragic diarrhea. In a short period of time, one person had countless diarrhea...

It was enough to pull him countless times, but he actually pulled him to death directly.

Damn it!

this……

The two old men went there. Borrot personally felt his heartbeat and then shook his head.

"puff!"

But the diarrhea is still going on.

"The devil did it!"

Some people shook their heads and said: "This is not something that should exist in the human world!"

Borrot turned around and looked into the distance, "It was Shen An who did it! Just after we laid the trap for him, he also drugged us. No, he drugged them."

What kind of medicine is this?

Borat felt his mind was in chaos.

"They are warriors." He said solemnly: "They and Shen An died together."

This is to unify the caliber, otherwise what will happen if we go back?

Did they both die of diarrhea?

Who would believe this?

But under the blue sky and white sun above our heads, no, under the setting sun, these two wise men of the tribe just went.

"Terrible!" A man lowered his head, "Shen An actually has such means. If he wants to deal with us, wouldn't he..."

It’s scary to think about a group of people all dying.

"The key is that he looks smiling, but secretly instructs people to poison him!"

"But he was definitely dead under our ambush, UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.net."

"yes!"

The atmosphere became more relaxed. For Zu Bu, exchanging two wise men for Shen An's life was quite a deal.

"Go and find out the news!" Boluo Te said: "If Shen An dies, then the Northern Expedition of the Song Dynasty will be lively."

He smiled ferociously, "My good brother, let's meet again in the next life."

Someone went quickly.

Night fell, and after burning the two wise men, Borat fell asleep tiredly.

He had experienced too much on this day, from the plot against Shen An to the plot against him. Everything made him feel that fighting was the most beautiful and simplest.

The sound of horse hooves suddenly came from far away. Borrot got up, rubbed his cheek hard, and asked: "Is he dead?"

"All our people were hanged!"

Borrot nodded, "It's worth it!"

As long as Shen An can be killed, these sacrifices are worth it.

"The Song Army has an ambush there, let's run into it..."

There were more than a hundred when we went, but only two came back.

"Is Song Jun sad?" Boluote felt that something was wrong.

"No, they're still laughing. So triumphant."

Boom!

Borat fell.

Lost!

Shen An had been prepared from the beginning, he should have thought of it a long time ago.

Since Shen An dared to poison, he would naturally be prepared for their ambush.

But he was able to dodge those sharp archers?

This unscientific!

In the dark night, Borat was choking.

This was a disastrous defeat. He was confident that he was going to trick his good brothers, but in the end, two of his own leaders were poisoned to death.

The key is that the ambitions of the divination people were exposed. They had no choice, either to go to war with the Song people, or to fight the Liao people.

There is a third way, to join forces with the Liao people.

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