Wu Nian's eyes flashed, he shook his head and said, "No."
Now Beishan Fort Hundred Households in Jinman City are half crazy and don’t care about anything anymore. Two general flags. One is his brother Li Kun. Li Kun is not a hero, he will definitely be afraid.
But he won't be forced.
As for the other general banner, Chen Jinshi. Ever since the last incident with Liu Qiankun, the Liu family’s boxing sect, he had been frightened out of his wits.
Nothing to worry about for now.
The rest of the flags are not worth mentioning.
Let’s do the math. Although he is just a small flag, he has the power of hundreds of households. As for going further up, I'm afraid it's hard to say where half Zhang is.
Those who are deputy to Qianhu, Qianhu, etc. may not listen to half-hearted opinions.
After all, half of Zhang's connections are officials. And their system is military households.
Moreover. He and Zhang Jin judged that 90% of the Mongolian people would go south this fall, and when Liaodong would be in chaos, the Caotou King would be the one with the gun.
Long Qie just asked that. After hearing Wu Nian's words, he felt relieved.
Everyone ignored the bodies of Zhang Ningding and others. They just moved the silver, armor, weapons, etc. back to the camp. They rested in the camp for a day before going back to Beishan Fort to recuperate.
certainly. Tieniu's serious illness still requires special care. Wu Nian had several simple stretchers made and he had people carry the wounded soldiers.
Here in Wu Nian, it was a triumphant return.
On the other side, he looked like an ant on a hot pot.
In the middle of Jiang County.
Zhang family's mansion, in the main room. Zhang Youwei was sitting on the Taishi chair, with two rows of Zhang family stewards standing below him. Zhang Youwei's face was ashen, and all the stewards lowered their heads, like ostriches.
According to the plan.
After Zhang Ningding takes Zhang Qiongshan back, he will send someone to report it quickly. But a long, long time has passed now, and there is still no news from the front.
Zhang Youwei had already sent people to investigate, but he already knew in his heart that the situation was probably more dire.
"My poor Qiongshan child." Zhang Youwei held the armrests of the Taishi's chair tightly with both hands, with veins popping out on the backs of his hands, angry and sad.
"Da da da." At this moment, a burst of rapid footsteps sounded. Zhang Youwei shuddered and then looked up.
The steward he sent out came in panting.
"How's it going?" Zhang Youwei suddenly stood up and asked. Then he gritted his teeth and said, "That guy Zhang Ningding didn't rescue my Qiongshan child. Did he run away out of fear of crime?"
Zhang Youwei now is completely unaware of the seriousness of the problem.
He also thought that Zhang Ningding had not rescued Zhang Qiongshan, so he ran away, or he was too afraid to come back for the time being.
no way.
Although the number of troops sent out by the Zhang family this time was small, they were capable. Among them were five heavily armed cavalry, twenty infantry in light armor, and the rest of the soldiers were also capable.
not to mention.
Zhang Ningding is not really incompetent.
In Zhang Youwei's view, even if Zhang Ning could not save Zhang Qiongshan or even defeat Wu Nian, he would definitely be able to come back safely.
This round-faced steward's face was ashen, he was sweating like rain, and his body was shaking like chaff.
"What's going on? Just say something." Zhang Youwei reached out angrily and grabbed the collar of the round-faced steward. He flicked his right hand, leaving a red palm print on the round-faced steward's cheek.
The round-faced steward trembled, and then he woke up as if from a dream, and cried out: "Sir, Zhang Ning is dead, the third young master is dead, and all one hundred soldiers are dead."
"When we arrived, their bones were cold. Armor, weapons, and silver were all gone. There was no sign of Wu Nian and others."
These are troubled times.
But Jiang County was also located at the back, and the round-faced housekeeper had never seen so many corpses at one time. Now that he thought about that scene, he still trembled all over.
Zhang Youwei's eyes widened, and bloodshot eyes quickly filled the whites, turning his eyes into blood. The expression on his face was also extremely ferocious and terrifying.
"What did you say?!!!" He said every word while glaring at the round-faced steward.
The round-faced steward lowered his head, not daring to say a word.
Zhang Youwei was furious, but the next moment he felt dizzy. He let go of his hands holding the collar of the round-faced steward, took three steps back, and almost fell to the ground.
"master."
Several stewards were horrified and quickly stepped forward to help Zhang Youwei sit on the imperial chair. They pinched him and stroked his back to calm him down.
"Waste, really waste. Such a large number of troops can't even match a small Beishan Fort banner. Zhang Ningding, Zhang Ningding, it's not a pity for you to die. It's a pity for me, the Qiongshan boy, and me. soldiers and silver."
Zhang Youwei clenched his fist with his right hand and beat his chest, feeling extremely painful.
He didn't expect at all, he didn't expect that Zhang Ningding would be completely wiped out.
"Master. What should we do now?" A steward stepped forward and asked cautiously.
Zhang Youwei opened his blood-red eyes and waited for the steward. The steward gasped and took three steps back in fright.
These are a pair of eyes that never stop looking.
"Waiting for the news from Beishan Fort first. Their Xiaoqi killed my son, and also killed a hundred of my slaves, as well as Zhang Ningding. Their hundred households and the general banner should be given an explanation, right?"
"If they don't give me an explanation, I will give them an explanation."
"In addition, spread out all our men and find Wu Nian. Then concentrate our forces and kill Wu Nian."
"My son Qiongshan is dead, and I have no worries."
Zhang Youwei's whole body was trembling and his voice was extremely hoarse.
"Yes." The steward nodded quickly, turned around and walked away quickly.
The other stewards looked at him enviously.
This room is like hell now. They are really envious of this guy being able to leave.
Zhang Youwei stood up, looked around at everyone, and continued in a hoarse voice: "Go buy a good coffin and restrain the third young master. But there will be no funeral or burial."
At this point, Zhang Youwei gritted his teeth and said, "After I take Wu Nian's head, let my Qiongshan boy be buried. To comfort his spirit in heaven."
"Yes." A steward responded quickly and quickly got out.
"Wu Nian. Wu Nian. I'm going to cut you into pieces to eliminate the hatred in my heart." Zhang Youwei gasped a few times, felt dizzy again, and sat back on the Taishi chair.
Ban Bian Zhang is still full of confidence in his own strength.
Those one hundred soldiers were a strain on Ban Bian Zhang, but it was nothing.
Find Wu Nian and kill Wu Nian.
Before that, for this matter.
Zhang Youwei kept it secret. But now that Zhang Qiongshan is dead, the confidentiality can no longer be kept. As the news spread, the entire Jiang County was shaken.
Anyone with ears has heard of Beishanbao Xiaoqi Wu Nian.
This was the first time they heard about Wu Nian.
After all, Wu Nian's previous range of activities was only in Beishan Fort. As for Wu Nian who kills tigers, there are so many tigers in Liaodong. There are always a few people who kill tigers every year, so it is not a big deal.
But if you dare to knock on the mountain, it will shock the tiger.
For many years, Wu Nian was the only one who felt uncomfortable with Ban Bian Zhang, who was not a tiger, but was as powerful as a tiger.
The small flag of Beishan Fort.
Wu Nian.
