Guo Ning was stunned for a moment.
He was born as a pure warrior, with unyielding energy in his bones. Pu Xianwannu had previously claimed in his letter that he would respect Guo Ning as his adoptive father, which really made him extremely despicable. Unexpectedly, at this moment, Pu Xianwannu called him "father" from a long distance away, and he was actually upgraded from foster father to blood relative?
I have heard for a long time that this monarch managed his civil and military affairs in a way that father, son, and tribes were divided. He probably wanted to get rid of the weak and flashy style of the Zhongdu court and trace the savage and vigorous ancestors of the Jurchens. Not to mention that his path was No, he can't control so many sons and grandsons. Just look at Pu Xianwannu's appearance at this moment... This guy, this guy is actually a man who speaks his mind. Is he not joking?
Guo Ning was shocked and turned to look at his followers.
The servants were also surprised. Many people couldn't react and opened their mouths as if they were stupid.
However, Pu Su Lie Meng was more experienced. He immediately dismounted and pulled the bridle of Guo Ning's war horse: "Commander, Pu Xianxuan, even though it is getting late and the journey is poor, he is also the chief of the Pu Nie tribe east of Pu Yanshui and Hao Lan Road. He is the leader of the Northeast. Mainland Jurchens are determined by their family name! He talks nonsense, please don’t take it seriously!"
Guo Ning nodded slightly: "He made such shocking remarks just because he wanted an opportunity to have a secret conversation with me, trying to save the desperate situation with his words."
He thought for a moment and pointed at Pu Sulie: "Pu Sulie, go and pick him up and find a safe place to put this group of people. He said that it is not convenient to see each other for the time being when the troops are in chaos. We will be driven away. After meeting the Khitan people, I will discuss the subsequent detailed arrangements with him."
Pu Sulie came out suddenly, Guo Ning waved his hand and asked a few more men to come over to help.
As a result, despite being blocked, Pu Xianwannu spontaneously shouted: "Father! Guo Jiedu! You need me! The Mongolian army is watching eagerly nearby, and we can't relax! I, Pu Xianwannu, am willing to recruit Xianping for my father." There are many tribes around the government, and they can gather tens of thousands of people in an instant! Together, we, father and son, can defeat Mongolia!"
It was too much for a man who once had a majestic reputation and seemed to have swept the hearts of the Northeast to humiliate himself to this extent.
Pu Suliemeng worshiped under the sect of Pu Xianwannu that day. His identity was the adopted son of his adopted son and his grandson. At that time, almost everyone in the various ministries was like this, and they were accustomed to it, so Pu Suliemeng didn't think anything was wrong.
At this moment, seeing Pu Xianwannu claiming to be Guo Ning's son, he suddenly thought that he had become Guo Jiedu's great-grandson in terms of seniority, which was simply unbearable for him.
But when he saw Pu Xianwannu, who looked calm and sincere, he could only swallow back the harsh words he wanted to say.
The way Pu Sulie hesitated to speak was noticed by Pu Xianwannu, thinking that he was worried about his master's safety.
Pu Xianwannu raised his hand and patted his adopted grandson's shoulder, comforting him: "Pu Sulie, please relax. In any case, the Khitans are gone now. Ding Haijun came all the way and has no foundation in Liaodong. The foothold is unstable, but He Shi Liehuanduan, Wanyan Chengchong, He Shi Liede and others all have their own strength, which one is easy to compete with?"
Pu Sulie suddenly seemed not to hear anything, stretched out his hand to support Pu Xianwannu, and took him back.
Pu Xianwannu struggled twice, but he was a proud man, and his strength was not as strong as that of a fighting man, so he couldn't help but retreat.
While retreating, he was still chattering: "Whether it is those few who have gained benefits or the reputation, or the court has sent other important generals, the situation in Liaodong is bound to change again, and it is guaranteed that it will be out of Guo Jieshuai's control. . Besides, the Mongolian army is approaching in a moment. Is it not enough for Guo Jiedu to fight for a while? He also has to continue to make wedding clothes for others?"
At this point, Pu Xianwannu chuckled twice: "Pu Sulie, do you think what I said makes sense? Rather than this, ahem, Guo Jiedu might as well recognize my son, Liaodong Xuan I still hold the position of envoy. My name is Guo Jiedu’s name, and my authority is Guo Jiedu’s authority. The relationship between father and son is originally one and two, two and one..."
Pu Sulie only regretted that he did not have a third hand to cover his ears.
He looked at Pu Xianwannu's face. The originally majestic and gloomy face was now covered with oil and sweat, with a strange ruddy color, and veins were popping out on his forehead.
Pu Xianwannu noticed the fierce look in Pu Sulie's eyes, and quickly tried his best to reach his neck, close to Pu Sulie and continued: "Are you right? I am completely thinking about Guo Jiedu! Pu Sulie, you have to Just pass on what I say! After everything is done, I won’t treat you badly! Well, how about I adopt you as my adopted son?”
Pu Xianwannu waved his hand and continued to speak while gasping for breath, spittle spraying on Pu Sulie's face.
"After this battle, Pu Xianxi, Jiwo, Dumahun, Buhui, Huozhuo, and Bide all died in Huanglonggang. I estimate that Pu Xianbing, came out and took out the remaining Xian Those in Ping Mansion have no way of living. That’s just right. You will be my adopted son, and you will be ranked first! It only takes us a month or two to rebuild three or five Meng'an..."
Each of these words became more and more absurd, and Pu Xianwannu's tone was filled with uncontrollable anxiety and hesitation, and he seemed to be worried about gains and losses, as if he really hoped that these crazy words could lure Pu Su Liemeng.
Pu Su Liemeng looked at the few people following Pu Xianwannu. They all did not dare to look at Pu Su Liemeng and only bowed their heads.
Pu Sulie said fiercely: "Pu Xianxuan has gone crazy. Let's find a place and ask him to take a rest."
"I'm not crazy!"
Pu Xianwannu struggled twice dissatisfiedly, and felt Pu Sulie's strong hand, so he said again and again: "Don't use force! Don't use force! You have something to say!"
The group of people slowly moved away. Since the Khitan army had fled in all directions, there were quite a few empty camps left. Seeing Pu Sulie suddenly find an empty tent, invite Pu Xianwannu in, and then lead his servants to guard outside.
Zhao Jue couldn't help but said: "Maybe this guy is crazy?"
Guo Ning nodded, then shook his head.
Who knows? Perhaps it was because of the despair of imminent death, perhaps because of the ecstasy of being saved from a desperate situation, or perhaps Pu Xianwannu was not crazy, but was defeated by the nothing after victory.
This battle is won, but what else does Pu Xian Wan Nu have? He lost his power, his army, and his base. Everything he wanted was in vain. All he relied on was the name of the court that he once despised.
And in order to keep this name, what can he give in exchange? Maybe for him, the only thing he has is his own face, right? Perhaps he thought that facing the threat of the Mongols, Guo Ning had to control the vast area of Liaodong as soon as possible and could not do without his assistance.
But he was dead wrong.
Guo Ning does not need the vast territory in Liaodong. Of course, it would not be a bad idea if he could get a small area or two. But in the final analysis, he is here to do business and make money.
As for the Mongols…
Guo Ning shook his head and said to Zhao Jue: "I thought Muhuali's men would not come."
Zhao Jue was taking some salt from the small leather bag on the back of the saddle and feeding it to the horse.
Hearing what Guo Ning said, he was slightly startled and then nodded.
"That's right. If Muhuali's troops were nearby, Ke Tege and other Mongolian families would not have to be so anxious when attacking Heshi Liehuanduan. And the fact that they are so hasty in using their troops proves that their troops are limited and they have no backup. .”
After the war horse finished eating the salt, he licked Zhao Jue's palm and snorted to signal that he wanted more.
Zhao Jue stretched out his hand, a little lost in thought: "So, where is Mu Huali?"
Guo Ning thought for a long time, but felt that he had no clue. He immediately called Ni Yi: "I ordered all the troops not to be reluctant to fight, pursue ten miles, and turn back to camp."
As Ni Fang left, heavy footsteps approached. It turned out that it was He Shi Liehuanduan who came to pay his respects.
"Guo Jiedu!" Heshi Liehuan came closer and pointed with his hand: "Look over there!"
In that direction, a group of men and horses were coming slowly under the banner of Rulin.
"That is?"
"The female general at the front of the cavalry is Aruzhen, the daughter of Marshal Wanyan Chengchong who stayed in Beijing. The black-armored general next to her is He Shiliehuande, the defense envoy of Zhaozhou." Heshi Liehuanduan looked at Guo Ning's expression. : "Guo Jiedu, do you want to see them? Or..."
Heshi Liehuanduan naturally knew that Guo Ning and the imperial court were not on the same page at all, and his visit to Liaodong was not motivated by the imperial court. He came to ask now, he is really considerate and very self-aware.
Guo Ning laughed twice and was thinking about Pu Xianwannu.
"By the way, Commander He Shilie, Pu Xianwan Nu came to see me just now."
"Hey! This guy is not dead yet? What will happen to him?"
"Listening to what he meant, he wanted to continue to be the envoy of Xuanfu in Liaodong. Therefore, he really called me father several times in front of the public, so that I, Guo, could control Liaodong from behind the scenes."
"Is he still thinking about the official position of Xuanfu?"
Heshi Liehuanduan couldn't help but cursed after hearing the first half. When Guo Ning finished speaking, he lowered his head and thought for a while, with a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead.
"Guo Jiedu, what do you mean?"
Guo Ning Sharan: "Haha, I want to hear the thoughts of Heshi Liedutong first."
Heshi Liehuanduan was silent for a moment, listening to the fighting that was still happening near and far away, and from time to time, the shouts of orders to kneel down and surrender filled his ears.
On that day, Guo Ning and He Shi Liehuanduan sent troops to Xianping Prefecture, flying the banner of Fuzhou along the way. Therefore, Pu Xianwannu had said in his letter asking for help that he was willing to recommend He Shi Liehuanduan as the Xuanfu envoy to Liaodong.
In this regard, Heshi Liehuanduan said that he was not moved, but that would be a lie. In the past few years, he has been reluctant to return to the state. What he thinks about day and night is to control Liaodong to serve the imperial court? If not for this goal, what would he and Guo Ning do together?
As a result, Pu Xianwannu regretted it as soon as he escaped.
With Pu Xian Wannu's virtue, this is inevitable. After all, the official position is a real official position and cannot be faked. It is easy and happy to recognize his father. And a smart person like Pu Xianwannu can definitely tell who is stronger between He Shilie Huanduan and Guo Ning.
After a moment, Heshi Liehuanduan said in a deep voice: "Guo Jiedu, you said that you are a loyal minister of Dajin. The victory of this war depends on your soldiers and horses. So, whatever you think, I will do it." manage."
"Then, please ask Ambassador He Shilie to visit Pu Xianwannu first."
"Guo Jiedu, what do you mean?"
Heshi Liehuanduan noticed the change in Guo Ning's name for him. There was more and more sweat on his forehead.
Guo Ning smiled and said calmly: "I think Pu Xianwannu is crazy, so he talks nonsense. If he goes crazy, it will be very bad if he hurts himself."
This sentence is filled with murderous intent.
Heshi Liehuanduan hesitated for a moment, then tightened his grip on his waist knife and strode forward.
(End of chapter)
