Jizhou Dudu Mansion.
Zhang Jingzheng was holding an exquisite wine glass and looking at the four beauties dancing under the tent with great interest.
Their clothes were extremely light. Although the temperature was extremely low now, they had been dancing hard, and there was still a thin layer of sweat on their bodies.
Their enchanting movements and graceful postures made Zhang Jing unwilling to take his eyes away from them for a moment.
"The city wall that Commander Rouran breached has been repaired."
The scout trotted into the tent, walked forward slowly and whispered.
Zhang Jing stared at the singer in front of him intently, as if he didn't even hear what the scout in front of him said.
The scout knelt on the ground, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.
He had heard about this situation before. In the past, Red Monkey traveled thousands of miles to deliver the news. As long as Zhang Jing was unhappy about something, Zhang Jing would remain silent.
When the scout said it for the third time, he would directly order someone to drag him out and chop off his head.
There was no answer the first time, and I'm afraid it would be difficult to answer the second time, and this third time...
Thinking of this, the scout was so frightened that he couldn't stop sweating. He spoke again: "Captain, the city wall has been repaired."
But this time Zhang Jing still didn't answer.
The scout felt as if his whole body had been emptied out by something, and he slumped to the ground helplessly, with a slightly hollow look on his face.
Sure enough, Zhang Jing waved his hand, and his eyes were filled with disgust.
"Drag this eyesore out and chop it down!"
Immediately afterwards, the guards on both sides quickly stepped forward and dragged the scout down.
Even though the scout was feeling all kinds of pain in his heart at this moment, he didn't dare to express a single word, because now only one person was being chopped down, but if you dare to curse loudly, you will be punished by the three tribes!
Immediately afterwards, the screams of the scouts sounded outside the door, and there was no more sound.
Zhang Jing's angry expression softened. The singers who were kneeling on the ground stood up and continued dancing after seeing his calm expression.
From this point of view, it is definitely not the first time that Zhang Jing has killed people like this, and it is definitely not the first time that these dancers have continued to play music and dance on such occasions.
When Zhang Jing lay half-lying on the chair again, his right eyelid twitched a few times.
"As the saying goes, wealth jumps from the left eye and misfortune jumps from the right eye. Could it be that I, the commander, will be unable to hold it back for a while?"
Zhang Jing thought of this and sat up again. He looked at the singers in front of him with burning eyes. His eyes seemed to have sprayed out flames, as if they were going to burn some of the women alive.
"Report!" Another scout rushed in quickly, and Zhang Jing's expression, which had finally calmed down, suddenly turned down again.
"Hundreds of people suddenly broke into our border and have killed hundreds of our brothers!"
"What?!" When Zhang Jing heard this, he slapped the desk angrily, stood up, and pulled out the long knife from his waist.
His face instantly turned fierce: "Whoever dares to intrude on my territory, I think he is impatient!"
The scout who rushed in shook his head, indicating that he did not know the origin of those people.
Zhang Jing snorted with his nose and quickly walked outside the tent. Although he nominally held 70,000 soldiers guarding the border, in fact he only had less than 10,000 soldiers and horses.
All the remaining heads were embezzled by his money from the previous two years.
As the saying goes, if you eat empty wages, you will keep your belly full.
There is no empty salary that comes faster than empty money to support the army.
Although the amount of taxation can be a considerable amount if you just touch it, after all, the data recorded in various places is difficult to deceive people, so they choose to magnify some state affairs.
A very small or even impossible change will be trumpeted by them as a major discovery and breakthrough.
But if every border officer invented such a useful thing, then why do they never see ethnic minorities and never dare to go back to the desert and go further afield?
On the contrary, the attacks are getting more and more intense, and the momentum of the ethnic minorities is getting stronger and stronger.
In the final analysis, this group of people just gave such a high-sounding reason to put more money into their own pockets.
This thing seems easy to understand when you say it, but when you are really in that era, you have no way of realizing that many things like this happen, and you are even applauding for this invention, for this So called pride in creation.
But what those people don't know is that these officials have never regarded this group of people as human beings, but only regard this group of people as a tool to win over money.
Therefore, there has never been a truly great invention, and there has never been a truly great invention that could scare away ethnic minorities, or even make them flee in advance.
Nearly five hundred people were killed in front of them, and most of them were Liu Guang's soldiers.
Only the ones at the front who are the fastest and are quick and accurate in their combat prowess are those from Haoyue Pavilion.
Although Liu Guang attacked very quickly this time without any warning, Zhang Jing still had nearly 10,000 people in his hands.
And he always hides himself in the middle of the army, making it difficult to find his specific direction.
So Liu Guangbian divided his army into two.
The most capable martial arts masters stayed by his side as a reserve team. After figuring out Zhang Jing's specific position, they headed straight in.
In addition, he had just spent another 10,000 gold coins to strengthen his force value and re-consolidate his mastery of domineering marksmanship.
When the time comes, he will be the first to do so.
In ancient times, the inspirational power of the emperor's personal conquests was quite powerful. The reason why the Song Dynasty could not win that battle that later led to the Chanyuan Alliance was not entirely due to the inspirational effect of the emperor's personal conquests.
At this moment, Liu Guang was hiding not far away, and he quietly watched the situation in front of him.
I saw groups of troops rushing forward from the right rear of the camp, and a few scouts, running towards the southwest.
Obviously, there must be someone in the southwest who can take overall command.
There is only one person who can mobilize all the soldiers to encircle and suppress these hundreds of ruthless bandits who appear out of nowhere.
"Master Ji Pavilion, if my guess is correct, do you think that guy is the target we are looking for?"
Liu Guang smiled and stroked the spear in his hand.
Although Ji Yan's beautiful eyes did not speak, he just blinked slightly and made his meaning clear.
"In that case." Liu Guang stood up slowly, played with the spear in a circle, and then held it in his hand again.
