"Major General, our Wuwei Guards have less than three days' worth of food!" A soldier from the Weiwei Guards hurried over and reported to Lin Zhenyuan.
Lin Zhenyuan frowned when he heard this, and asked in detail: "What's going on? Shouldn't the food and wages that Wuwei closed be shipped last week?"
The soldier pointed at the bruises on his face that had not subsided and said aggrievedly: "Major General, the food in Pingyang City has not been delivered for a long time. A few days ago, I and several centurions went to collect food and were stopped. The defenders of Pingyang City were beaten."
Lin Zhenyuan became furious as soon as he heard that his soldiers had been bullied.
Furious, he immediately ordered thirty cavalrymen and he left Wuwei Pass and headed towards Pingyang City.
If the person Zhang Biao bullied was himself, then Lin Zhenyuan could endure the calm for a while, but he could not tolerate others bullying his soldiers.
No matter what, I have to make it clear to Zhang Biao today.
Ask him why he doesn't distribute military rations to the soldiers in Wuwei Gate, and why he allows the soldiers to beat his own ration soldiers.
Lin Zhenyuan and thirty cavalry rode all afternoon until evening before arriving at the Weiwei garrison barracks in Pingyang City.
As soon as Lin Zhenyuan entered the barracks, he found that the vigilant soldiers were all smelling of alcohol and yawning, leaning against the door and taking a nap. Even when he rode in, no one noticed him.
One of the soldiers who came with Lin Zhenyuan wanted to yell, but was stopped by Lin Zhenyuan. Lin Zhenyuan wanted to see what the current Wuwei Guards had become under the leadership of Zhang Biao!
Along the way, Lin Zhenyuan found that weapons were thrown around in the military camp, and many soldiers gathered around and the dice were clattering.
Even if these soldiers who gathered to gamble saw Lin Zhenyuan walking over wearing armor and with a cold face, they remained indifferent.
Some people even invited Lin Zhengyuan and the soldiers behind him to come and play together.
Lin Zhenyuan looked livid and ignored them.
Suddenly he heard a roaring sound coming from the military tent next to him.
Lin Zhenyuan opened the tent and took a look, and found that a bastard centurion under Zhang Biao was pressing down on a woman dressed in heavy makeup. As for what the two were doing, he could think of it with his toes.
Now Lin Zhengyuan finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted angrily: "How dare you pick up a prostitute in the army!"
"Who dares to interfere with your affairs, Grandpa Song, and me?" Song Lang, who was indulged in male and female love, did not recognize that the voice just now was Lin Zhenyuan, and continued his own affairs arrogantly without looking back.
"The crime of having sex with prostitutes in the army should be punished!"
Lin Zhenyuan didn't waste any time talking to him. He kicked up a spear at his feet and threw it at the naked Song Lang.
Just when Song Lang was about to turn around to see who was brave enough to meddle in his own business, he turned around and saw a spear thrust towards him.
The spear pierced Song Lang's heart impartially.
The prostitute who was originally suppressed by Song Lang was frightened by this sudden change and screamed.
The soldiers who gathered outside the tent to gamble didn't pay attention. They just thought Song Lang was playing some unusual game with the kiln sister.
Lin Zhenyuan did not expect that the mighty guards who were originally strict in military discipline would become so lazy and slack at this moment.
Lin Zhenyuan, who walked out of the tent, glanced at the smoky and majestic guard army.
He looked at the flags of the mighty guards flying in the barracks with worry, and thought to himself: "This used to be the mighty guards, but it is not now. Now only those comrades in the Wuwei gate are the real mighty guards!"
After thinking about this, Lin Zhenyuan walked furiously to the Chinese army tent that his father once commanded.
As soon as the tent curtain was pushed open, a strong smell of alcohol overflowed from it.
At this moment, at the top of the Chinese army's tent, Zhang Biao was hugging two scantily clad sisters, playing and joking wantonly.
Several of Zhang Biao's cronies on the left and right also held two ladies in heavy makeup, rubbing their chests left and right.
Lin Zhenyuan's sudden visit stunned the confidants on both sides. On the contrary, Zhang Biao at the top remained calm and composed.
The villain Zhang Biao complained first, but then he bit back and said, "General Lin, this Wuwei Pass is a top priority. How could you leave your post without permission? What if the Huns army takes advantage of the situation and seizes Wuwei Pass again?" ?”
"General, do you also know the importance of Wuwei Pass? Then why are the grain, grass and equipment from Wuwei Pass deducted over and over again? Now even the grain distribution has not been delivered!"
"Now our soldiers in Wuwei Pass only have three days of food left! If the general doesn't send food, our soldiers in Wuwei Pass will have no choice but to drink from the northwest wind."
Zhang Biao, who had planned such an arrangement, pretended to be surprised and asked his confidant, "What's going on? It's not fate. Are you sending food to Wuwei Pass? Why haven't you sent food there yet?"
Zhang Biao's confidant Lei Yanping acted out the script that had been discussed long ago and said: "General Lin, it's not that we don't want to send food, it's because there is no food in the army. Then Pingjiang County Magistrate Zhou Yi did not obey the order. , the food has not been delivered yet!”
Lin Zhenyuan had been friends with the God of Zhou Yi for a long time because of his father's sacrificial poem three years ago. During this period, he also inquired about many things about Zhou Yi. Lin Zhenyuan did not believe that this flower explorer would deliberately delay the military plane.
Besides, if there is really no money and food in the army, where will Zhang Biao and the others get the money to buy wine and solicit prostitutes?
"You don't have money and food to send to Wuwei Pass, but you have money and food to use for fun? Could it be that you are bullying me, Lin Zhenyuan, with my steel knife?"
While he was talking, Lin Zhenyuan slashed with his sword, and a cold light flashed across his head. The head of Lei Yanping, who was singing double act with Zhang Biao just now, fell off with a grunt.
Blood instantly spurted out everywhere in the Chinese army's tent, and the two kiln sisters hugged by Lei Yanping screamed in fright.
Zhang Biao was also frightened by Lin Zhengyuan's knife and became drunk. Knowing that Lin Zhenyuan, the god of murder, could not be offended, Zhang Biao quickly asked people to prepare the food needed by Lin Zhenyuan for the soldiers of Wuwei Pass.
Sure enough, as Lin Zhenyuan expected, there was enough food in Pingyang City's granary to feed an army of 200,000 people for two months.
While the soldiers of the Weiwei Guard were dilly-dallying about carrying food and grass, Lin Zhenyuan felt an inexplicable feeling of anxiety in his heart.
This feeling of anxiety could not be shaken off no matter what Lin Zhenyuan did, and it even tended to get worse.
In the early morning of the next day, a man wearing a mighty guard armor, covered in wounds, stumbled to kneel down in front of Ming Zhengyuan.
"Major General, it's bad! Wuwei Pass has been lost! The Huns and Khitans have taken Wuwei Pass back."
For Lin Zhengyuan, this news was like a bolt from the blue.
This Wuwei Pass was bought by his father with his life three years ago, and yesterday Wuwei Pass was still safe and sound. He just left for half a day to collect food, but Wuwei Pass fell again?
