Chapter 984 The Northern Liang army won both battles, and Xie Xiqiu was seriously injured
The commander of the Northern Liang cavalry, Yuan Zuozong, Gu Dazu and Chen Yunchui, two deputy commanders of the infantry in Liangzhou, were stationed in Liangzhou, and Yang Shenxing, a deputy governor who truly integrated into the Northern Liang border army. Le Dian, who had previously transferred to the deputy general of the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry as the deputy general of Youzhou, is now in charge of a heavy cavalry, Cao Xiaojiao, Hong Xinjia and others who came from Youzhou, as well as a large group of powerful generals in the territory who were temporarily summoned to the Jubei City, such as the deputy generals of Lingzhou Wang Zhi and Huang Xiaokuai, two Tongguan lieutenants guarding the east gate of Liangzhou Xin Yin Ma Wei, the Fengqiu lieutenant of Lingzhou, Zhu Boyu, the captain of the Northern Kingdom Ren Chunyun, and Jiao Wuyi, who replaced Huang Xiaokuai as the Pearl Captain. Many military generals gathered together to discuss how to guard Jubei City.
One of the Hong Xinjia, who created the Hulukou Fort beacon system, was actually not of high quality, but at this time, together with the young vassal kings and two deputy commanders of the border army, were all focusing on listening to the details of the city guarding that person told.
A large number of counselors in blue shirts attended the meeting to listen.
The madman Hong Shuwen is undoubtedly the legendary figure who was promoted the fastest and largest in Bai Ma Yi. He is young, but he has already served as the chief general of the cavalry of Yizhou under the command of Han Laoshan, the general of Lingzhou. This time, he followed the two deputy generals to the north city outside the pass. This fierce warrior who followed His Highness the Crown Prince to trek across the Central Plains and rushed to the Tiemen Pass of the Western Regions to intercept and kill Prince Zhao Kai of Liyang, but did not stay in the lobby, but stood in the gate with a knife in his arms, closed his eyes and rested his spirits alone, and was cold in aura, like a ruthless door god, who would draw his sword at the person whenever he had a disagreement.
The governor of Liangzhou, Bai Yu, the King of Lifang, and the grandson of southern Xinjiang, Cheng Baishuang, came together. After the three met, they were in a similar mood and had a great time. Wang Jijiu secretly took out a few pots of green ant wine that had been treasured for a long time and pulled two scholars to drink together. Half an hour ago, after Counselor Lang informed that there would be a meeting in the lobby tonight, Wang Jijiu, who was in full swing, became a little embarrassed. If he was shaking to the heavily guarded lobby with alcohol, it would be inappropriate, and Wang Jijiu would not have the courage to do so. The gang of rough military generals’ eyes were so old that no matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn’t stand it. Wang Jijiu knew very well who was the soft persimmon in this vassal residence in Beicheng, not an old fox like Li Gongde and Yang Shenxing, nor a gentleman who was respectful and humble, nor even the passionate and energetic military counselor, but he was clearly a young vassal king! Even though the old man didn’t keep the door, he leaked the allusion that came out of the wall, and it was different that the thunder was loud and the rain was light, but he was killed by the young vassal king who was angry on the chessboard and threw away his armor.
In addition, Wang Jijiu didn’t dare to reveal the weird and laissez-like style of a clear and famous scholar. The reason was very simple. The old man knew that even the civil and military tyrants in the Northern Liang Dynasty never took this trick, and the old man himself was not good at it. So after shaking the fan hard to dispel most of the alcohol, Wang Jijiu dared to pull the two of them to the door of the conference hall.
The door at the doorThe god did not stop the suave Mr. Bai Lian, but stopped Wang Jijiu and Cheng Baishuang. As the little Tianshishi Mansion of the Taoist ancestral temple in Longhu Mountain in the past, Bai Yu also fully carried forward the style of a fellow Taoist dying, and ignored the old man behind him’s request for help. After strides across the threshold, he just turned his head and gave him a look of helplessness. Wang Jijiu originally vowed to promise Cheng Baishuang to join hands to enter the conference hall. His old face suddenly became vicissitudes and miserable. He first slapped Cheng Baishuang with a fat face and smiled heroically, indicating that even if I were assured of everything, he turned around and whispered to the young general, saying that the prince trusted the master of the southern Xinjiang. Cheng Baishuang was a strong man and would never have any details, nor would he reveal military opportunities. Hong Shuwen held the knife in both hands, and ignored him with a stern face. No matter how the old man bowed his head and flattered him, he just stopped him outside the door and refused to nod and let him go.
Wang Jijiu, who was so tired of being a tantrum, had to play tricks and not be gentle as a scholar, stared at him and said, “Hong Shuwen! Believe it or not, I will open my throat to shout for justice here. Do you think the prince will let me enter the meeting hall?”
Hong Fengzi, who was not invasive of oil and salt, was still indifferent and sneered, “Old man, just shout, as long as the prince agrees in person, I will give way. Otherwise, with your indifferent alcohol, I will really compete with you today!”
The old man stared at him like a copper bell in a cow’s eyes, and Hong Shuwen said lazily: “What’s wrong, Wang Jijiu will bully me for a short time in practicing martial arts because of his age.”
The old man stared at him like a ox-eyed copper bell, and Hong Shuwen said lazily: “What’s wrong, Wang Jijiu will bully me for a short time in practicing martial arts because of his age.”
The old man almost sprayed his blood on this shameless young general. The old man is worthy of being a person who reads true knowledge. He lowered his voice and stretched out a finger.
Hong Shuwen looked at her side with disdain on her face.
The old man was so worried that he had given up his love and stretched out his two fingers tremblingly.
Hong Shuwen said to himself, “Scholars are just unhappy.”
The old man took a deep breath, stretched out a palm, slapped the young man’s arm with a slap, and said sadly: “I only have this number, and killing people can only be the first to touch the ground! Hong Shuwen, give me a happy word!”