When everyone left, Jin Chunqiu collapsed completely like a house that had its beams removed. He collapsed on the bed, staring at the ceiling blankly, muttering to himself. Jin Famin listened carefully and could vaguely hear his father whispering: "Renshou, Renshou, daddy is sorry for you!"
There were Coke, fried chicken wings, and French fries sprinkled with tomato sauce on the table. I grabbed my phone with both hands and turned on it with all my heart. From time to time, I lowered my head to take a sip of Coke, put the fried chicken wings in my mouth, chewed them hard, and finally spit out two bones.
"Wenzuo, Wenzuo! You are secretly playing games again!"
The shouts coming from outside the door made the young man drop his cell phone in panic, but he accidentally knocked down the Coke and spread it all over the table.
"Damn it, why don't you let me finish this round and then wake up?" Wang Wenzuo opened his eyes in frustration. The room was dark, the bed was hard, and the dim morning light filtered through the cracks in the window. It was another bitter cold day. Fried chicken, Coke, ketchup-soaked French fries, and video games were gone, leaving only cold, toil, and war. He shivered and decided to get into bed again and take a nap, and see if he could continue the previous dream.
Bang bang bang!
There was a knock on the door, and Wang Wenzuo sat up suddenly from the bed and shouted: "What's the matter?"
"Master, it's already breakfast time, and the spies are back with military information!" It was Sancho's voice.
You don’t have to eat breakfast, but the military situation waits for no one. Wang Wenzuo jumped out of bed in frustration, picked up his robe and put it on, while asking: "What is there to eat in the morning?"
"Hu cakes, boiled eggs!" Sancho heard the movement inside, opened the door and helped Wang Wenzuo put on his clothes, and said with a smile: "Master, you are in good luck. These are probably the last few eggs in this village. The eggs are laid." The hen has been plucked and is being roasted on a spit!"
"Have you finished eating the chicken? It seems we have to move our butts again?" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile while adjusting his belt. This is already the fifth village they have occupied since they sent out troops. The victory is so sweet, even for a rookie. victory. Every soldier in Wang Wenzuo's small army is fat and strong, has thick clothes to keep out the cold, and has more or less trophies in his pockets. Even the lowest auxiliary soldiers have a mule to travel. In the process of these battles, or plundering, the recruits learned to obey orders, exercised their physical fitness and skills in using weapons. The most important thing is that they began to believe that they were strong and had an advantage over the enemy. This is The only thing that powerful armies at home and abroad have in common.
"The sentinel captured a Baekje messenger!" Sancho said.
"Oh?" Wang Wenzuo stopped adjusting his belt: "Where is the prisoner?"
"In the warehouse at the back! Cui Langjun asked me to invite you over!"
"Okay, send breakfast over too!"
storehouse.
When the guards brought the prisoner in, his hands were tied with hemp rope, and there was a noose around his neck. The other end of the noose was in Cui Hongdu's hand. The prisoner only wore a knee-length short shirt, and his limbs were bare. In the cold wind, Wang Wenzuo frowned and whispered: "Maybe we should let this guy keep his coat, it's snowing outside!"
"It's okay, this will help him remember!" Cui Hongdu said with a nonchalant smile. He pulled the noose hard, and the prisoner whimpered. The noose was so tight that he couldn't breathe. Then he let go of the noose and asked, "Say , what is your mission?”
The prisoner opened his mouth wide, swallowing precious oxygen, and his eyes were gleaming with hatred. Wang Wenzuo shook his head, motioned to his men to take off the noose, and threw a cloak over him. The prisoner quickly wrapped the cloak around him, and turned pale after a few minutes. His face turned a little red.
"I have never met you, and as long as you tell the truth, I have no interest in torturing you!" Wang Wenzuo slowed down his speech, leaving Sancho with a gap for translation. He walked up to the prisoner and poked him with his finger. The other person's chest: "But don't think you can get through it. My men are ruthless characters. If necessary, they will dig out your heart!"
The prisoner looked into Wang Wenzuo's eyes, as if to confirm the authenticity of what he just said. After a moment, he nodded: "What will you do to me if I tell you?"
"Lock you up and let you go when we're sure you didn't lie!"
"Okay, but can you give me something warm first? I'm almost freezing!" the prisoner begged.
Wang Wenzuo returned to the table, took his cup and handed it over. The prisoner took the cup, brought it to his mouth, and drank two large gulps. Wang Wenzuo took the empty cup and asked, "More?"
The prisoner nodded gratefully. When he drank the second cup, his movements were much slower. He looked at the people around him and whispered: "Envoys from the Tang State are here, urging the Silla people to send troops!"
"What?" Sancho's translation made Wang Wenzuo think he heard it wrong: "Tell me again, what is the situation?"
"That's what happened. The Silla people attacked once a month ago, but they were defeated by General Ghost Chamber. Thousands of people died. But a few days ago, the Silla people began to mobilize again. According to detailed information, the Tang Dynasty The emperor sent an envoy to Silla, ordering the Silla people to conquer Baekje and rescue the Tang army who was besieged in Sixian City. Therefore, General Onishi sent me to send an order to General Daochen, asking him to send troops to Zhouliu and join forces together! "
Although Sanqiu's translation was awkward, everyone heard clearly this time. The youngest Gu Cihang couldn't bear his temper and shouted loudly: "Great, Chang'an has indeed not forgotten us!"
"Yes, if there are angels delivering orders, the Silla people won't dare to shirk the blame!"
“With the blessing of Bodhisattva, we finally don’t have to bury our bones in this foreign country!”
Everyone in the room was excited, but Wang Wenzuo was the only calm person. He thought for a moment and asked, "Is there any other news?"
"No more! That's it!" The prisoner shook his head.
Wang Wenzuo waved his hand, indicating that the prisoner should be taken down. Gradually, everyone's excitement subsided. Shen Faseng smiled and said, "Sanlang, should we send this man back to Sixi City first?"
"Don't be busy now, there is no proof alone!" Wang Wenzuo waved his hand: "No one knows whether what this person said is true or false!"
"Truth and falsehood can be judged by the superiors. We don't need to worry about it. As long as we escort the person back, it will be a great achievement!" Cui Hongdu replied. He found Wang Wenzuo's attitude a bit strange: "What's the matter, Sanlang, you have a better way." ?”
Wang Wenzuo raised his head and looked at Cui Hongdu with bright eyes: "No, I didn't!"
"If that's the case, then send this person back as soon as possible, right?"
