He Zhizhou was standing on top of the city with Zhu Dayou, the rebel general, looking at the direction in which General Zhu Gui and others were leaving.
Zhu Dayou, who is over forty, is much older than Zhu Gui, who is in his early thirties.
However, because he was a distant relative of the Zhu family, naturally, his official position was far from comparable to that of Zhu Gui, who had the same grandfather as Zhu Meng.
This made Zhu Dayou, who thought he had the courage to deal with the two Zhu Gui, quite angry, but there was nothing he could do about it.
However, although he was helpless, it did not mean that Zhu Dayou could not express his thoughts.
"Hmph! As the coach, he should be at the center and take control, but he, Zhu Gui, insists on risking his own life just for some trivial achievements."
"When I turn around, I will definitely impeach King Wu."
He Zhizhou, who was looking up into the distance, heard Zhu Dayou's reasonable analysis and nodded subconsciously.
"It seems that He Zhizhou also thinks what I said makes sense..."
Hearing this, Hezhouzhou Shengsheng, who had just surrendered and became a member of the Zhu family's rebels, was frightened and quickly shook his head wildly.
But after seeing Zhu Dayou's bulging eyes and the unkindness written all over his fleshy old face, He Zhizhou saluted him with a mournful face.
"The general's words are reasonable, but the general may have his own considerations in doing so, which cannot be guessed by the subordinate officials."
After hearing He Xini's perfunctory words, Zhu Dayou snorted, forget it, let this coward go for the time being.
I really hope that guy Zhu Gui encountered a group of officers and soldiers disguised as private salt dealers, and it would be best to kill him without leaving a trace.
Only in this way, maybe the king can understand that the selection of officials should not be based on distance, but should be based on talent and strategy as a prerequisite...
Just as the two of them were anxiously waiting for the return of General Zhu Gui and his troops from victory.
Some sharp-eyed soldiers began to point and shout in the distance, and He Zhizhou and Na Zhu Dayou looked towards the south at the same time.
I saw a fast horse galloping towards this side.
He Zhizhou breathed a sigh of relief and smiled flatteringly at Zhu Dayou beside him.
"Presumably General Zhu has recruited the gang of private salt dealers and sent people back to report the good news."
"No, look again..." Zhu Dayou's face was as sinking as water, and he raised his hand and pointed forward.
He Zhizhou raised his eyes in confusion and looked into the distance, and then he realized that the dozen riders on fast horses frequently turned back and looked behind, whipping their horses from time to time, and rushing towards the city.
It doesn't look like they are here to announce good news. It's more like a remnant of a defeated general coming to announce his funeral.
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He Zhizhou stared blankly at the five hundred troops of General Zhu Gui who had left Jiaxing City with great fanfare half an hour ago.
Now, less than half of the defeated soldiers are left and have fled back to the city.
Behind them, at least nearly a thousand troops came to cover Li Xu.
If the city gate had not been closed in time, I am afraid that Jiaxing City would have changed hands at this moment.
This made He Zhizhou secretly happy, after all, he had just surrendered to King Wu today.
You can't change three protagonists in a row in one day, right? Think about Lu Bu, after all, the player has a cooldown CD when changing owners, measured in years.
Looking at the solid defenses of Jiaxing City in the distance and the closed city gate.
After seeing that the city gate had been closed, the defeated soldiers began to flee along the moat towards other city gates.
Fang Qifu, who was about to break his leg, put the iron whip in his hand back into its sheath, panted heavily and sat down on the ground with regret.
It was just a small difference. Unexpectedly, this group of Zhu family rebels were unable to fight and were the first to escape.
General Zhu Gui finally fled back to the city. Even though he was wrapped in iron armor, he was still hit by several arrows, one of which pierced his thigh.
Although all the arrows had been removed and treated, Zhu Gui was lying on the door panel dying.
With a livid face, Zhu Dayou looked at the general lying on the door panel, and his eyes swept over the defeated army, which had lost all morale.
"Commander, where is General He? Why don't you see him?"
"General He is dead..."
Zhu Gui felt chills all over when he thought that General He was right in front of his eyes, shot through his face by an arrow, with his eyes still open.
But at this moment, when I think about the number of thieves who came out when I was in ambush, the number is definitely more than one or two thousand.
If Xiuzhou really had such a large and large number of private salt dealers, Xiuzhou City would have been taken down long ago, and it would not be Lao Zhu's turn.
However, Zhu Gui naturally would not be stupid enough to say that he had fallen into the trap, but would just go along with the flow and directly put the blame on General Nahe.
“Damn officers and soldiers, pretending to be private salt dealers, luring me out of the city.
That idiot He Biao couldn't tell and was trapped in a tight siege without even realizing it.
Fortunately, I was smart and managed to escape in time, so I escaped..."
"Next, it's up to Uncle Qi to defend the city. Don't let those officers and soldiers look for opportunities to seize the city."
Next, Zhu Gui returned to the government office to recover from his injuries, and naturally he did not forget to ask for help from Suzhou.
He said that there were five or six thousand officials and rearguards coming to cover up Xiuzhou, intending to recapture Xiuzhou. Although he was unparalleled in bravery, he was still outnumbered. He asked Suzhou to quickly send reinforcements to rescue him.
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"Senior brother, do you want to write another letter of challenge?"
Cai Laoliu asked unhappily when he saw his senior brother Gao Zhang spreading the rice paper for him with a smile and gesturing for him to start writing quickly.
"Aren't you afraid that if you really provoke the Zhu family rebels, we may not be able to feed them with just the few people we have now."
Hearing this, Tong Zhisheng, who was wiping his sword at the side, suddenly became unhappy and glared at Cai Laoliu, who was greedy for life and afraid of death.
"If they dare to come, how afraid will they be if Sajia is here?!"
"Okay, okay, don't make trouble, junior brother, hurry up and use your gifted writing skills to write another letter of challenge, so that I can send it to someone later."
Gao Zhang couldn't help but roll his eyes, but for the sake of the overall situation, he still didn't bother to argue with these two evil beasts.
Hearing his senior brother talk about his gifted writing skills, Cai Laoliu couldn't help but glow, not to mention anything else, at least in terms of writing a letter of challenge.
Cai Laoliu believed that no one was his opponent, even his senior brother Gao Zhang, who was the top prodigy, was not qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
"...Okay, this is what you want, senior brother. If you really provoke the Zhu family rebels later, don't use me as a backstop."
"Don't worry. If you, junior brother, are asked to hold the vat, then I, Gao Zhang, will look uglier than you and eat fatter than you."
Tong Zhisheng next to him trembled with his hands and almost gave himself a bloody cut.
When Cai Laoliu heard this, he suddenly felt very evil and raised his head with a black line on his face.
Gao Zhang met Cai Laoliu's almost cannibalistic gaze with a look of surprise on his face.
"Junior brother, do you hope that after I let you jack the tank, you will still be more handsome and thinner than you?"
"..."
(End of chapter)
