I summon all the famous generals in history in another world

Chapter 1015: Polarization, the market and Washington!

"What does Meng Shuai want?"

As they looked at each other in silence, dusk had already spread over the courtyard wall. Xu Zhongyuan finally sighed and stood up, stroking the crack on the stone table caused by the sword hilt.

"Mr.'s brain."

"Luzhou needs a living history book like you."

Meng Zhang looked at him calmly, meeting Xu Zhongyuan's turbid eyes head-on.

"What a living history book! Commander Meng, do you know that when Daqian found the Sage's Art of War, he was invincible from then on, and eventually created the Daqian Dynasty, a dynasty that lasted for hundreds of years."

"Then I wonder how many military books my old bones are worth in General Meng's mind?"

Xu Zhongyuan suddenly burst into laughter, and his laughter startled the crows perched on the beams.

"Whether it's worth it depends on how much the teacher is willing to teach."

"For example... could you lend me the volume of "On the Strategies of Mountains and Rivers" in your sleeve?"

Meng Zhang suddenly put his fingers together to make a sword and drew it in front of Xu Zhongyuan's eyes.

"Don't panic, sir. Someone has already drawn the location of the secret box where you hide your books for me."

Xu Zhongyuan was shocked, and Meng Zhang had already pressed his sleeve with a smile.

When Xu Zhongyuan was "invited" to get on the carriage, drizzling rain had already begun to fall in the night sky of Qiandu.

"Sir, have you ever thought about why the late emperor summoned you to the capital before his death?"

A member of the Zi Ming team next to Meng Zhang personally held the reins for Xu Zhongyuan. The black cloaks behind the group glowed with a dim warm light under the setting sun.

"He wanted me to be...a scapegoat."

The wheels rolled over the bluestone slabs, and Xu Zhongyuan's voice came from behind the curtains.

"Who to die for?"

"For this corrupt country."

Xu Zhongyuan suddenly lifted the car curtain and raindrops drifted into the car.

Looking along the street where the group of people were walking, countless families of the gentry were being taken to the dock, their silk clothes faded in the fire, and the baggage carts stretched for ten miles.

"General, I found twenty jars of hundred-year-old Bamboo Leaf Green in the cellar of the Imperial Household Department. Would you like to keep them for you?"

Qiao Shefei, who had just returned from confiscating property in that luxurious mansion, stepped on the roof tiles and jumped in front of Meng Zhang. The double blades of Doomsday on his waist glowed a cold blue light in the moonlight.

Behind him followed a dozen strong men in yellow turbans carrying sandalwood boxes. The gold leaves leaking out from the cracks in the boxes jingled on the blue bricks.

Meng Zhang flicked his finger and a piece of burnt window frame flew away.

"Leave the wine here, and send the people to the dock to accompany the old master and the others. Remember to prepare thicker raincoats for those old people. The wind in Luzhou is quite strong, so don't let it get them hurt."

As he spoke, his eyes never left the fire scene. He watched the seven-story library in the Taifu Mansion collapse with a loud bang, and the flying sparks bloomed into golden lotuses in the night sky.

Suddenly, there was a cry of a night owl from the southeast, three long and two short, it was a message from the secret agent. Meng Zhang's sleeves fluttered, and a bronze command arrow slipped out from the secret pocket in his sleeves. Under the moonlight, it was the cloud pattern of the Zhenguo Duke's Mansion.

"Wei Qing's Yulin Army is less than thirty miles away from the city gate. Send a message to all units to leave the old rice in the West Market granary before retreating. The Yulin Army following behind will know what to do - remember to put a few copies of Luzhou household registration in the rice bags."

He turned and said to Qiao Shefei.

"General, you are smart! When those common people who eat the rice of the Yellow Turban Army and carry the household registration documents of General Meng, we will see how those writers in the world will write that we are traitors!"

Qiao Shefei was stunned for a moment, then he grinned.

"By the way, the third daughter of the Yushi Zhongcheng family insisted on holding on to the bronze statue of Xiezhi passed down from their ancestors, and brothers, please don't be rough with a female relative..."

He turned around to go down the city wall, but suddenly turned back.

"fool!"

Meng Zhang raised his foot to kick, but seeing Qiao Shefei had already jumped away on guard, he laughed and scolded. "Can't you unscrew the mechanism on the base of the bronze statue? That old scholar hid the account books of bribes he had received over the years in the Xiezhi's belly, which is much more important than his daughter's innocence!"

While he was speaking, Qiao Shefei beside him suddenly raised his hand, and a silver leaf he was playing with flew out of the air and nailed the three men in black who were sneaking towards the granary to the screen wall.

At this moment, there was a strange scene in the West Market of Qiandu. The officials and servants who were arrogant in the past were all kneeling on the dock with their hands tied behind their backs. Their carefully maintained wide-sleeved robes were covered with grass debris, and their priceless jade pendants rolled into the mud under the moonlight.

On the other hand, in the ordinary streets, people lined up in long queues to receive rice from the Yellow Turban Army. A few clever vendors even set up tea stalls, and in the hot steam, some people even hummed tea-picking tunes.

"Auntie, is this rice tasty?"

Li Cunxiao squatted on the stone mill with his bare chest, and the tip of King Yu's spear holding a string of copper coins was waving in front of the old lady.

Behind him, a dozen Yellow Turban soldiers were helping to repair the thatched huts affected by the war. Peach charms to ward off evil were pasted on the newly repaired cracks in the rammed earth walls.

"Oh, oh, oh! It's a hundred times better than the old corn distributed by the court! But the official..."

The white-haired old woman held the rice bag and chanted Buddhist scriptures.

"I heard from Mr. Wang next door that where the Yellow Turban Army passed by, not a blade of grass grew. How come now..."

She suddenly lowered her voice and looked at Li Cunxiao with some uneasiness.

"You don't know, Auntie, our Commander Meng is the most compassionate to the poor and the elderly. Do you see the fire in the east?"

"What's burning there are the houses of corrupt officials. They drank the blood and flesh of the people to build pavilions and towers. They should be used to warm everyone's body!"

Li Cunxiao laughed so hard upon hearing this that the snow on the eaves fell down.

"Who's sneaking around there!"

As he spoke, his expression suddenly changed, and the Bi Yan Lao in his hand stabbed towards the shadow at the alley entrance like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole.

A young man in a gray cotton-padded jacket staggered out under the moonlight, holding a blue and white porcelain jar in his arms. He ran so fast that he fell to the ground.

"General, spare my life! This is the ginseng soup that will prolong the life of the child's father..."

Li Cunxiao took a closer look and saw a cinnabar talisman with the words "emergency medicine" on it on the porcelain jar. He heard a woman crying behind him.

"Tell me earlier!"

After Li Cunxiao put the Yan Lao back into its sheath, he strode forward to help the young man up, and then took out an oil-paper bag from his bosom and stuffed it into his hand.

"Take it and use it to nourish your father."

"Remember, this bag of osmanthus cake is a reward from General Meng. If you go to Luzhou City in the future, you can eat hot cakes every day!"

The young man took the pastry which was still warm from his body temperature, and watched the Yellow Turban Army walking away with their rice bags, talking and laughing. Suddenly, he felt that the ginseng soup pot in his arms was not so hot anymore.

At the same time, on the other side, Su Ye's black chariot quietly stopped in front of a high slope not far from Qiandu. Looking at the dust raised by the retreating Yellow Turban Army, he suddenly stroked the tassel of the Chunjun sword.

"Jin Yu really let the Yellow Turban Army do this..."

Zhuque beside her silently put away the Burning Sky Bow and tightly protected Su Ye. The firelight cast a dancing shadow on her scarlet battle robe.

"Let it go?"

"The Yellow Turbans are robbing gold and silver, while Meng Zhang is after people's hearts and minds. When the elders of these noble families arrive in Luzhou, they will understand what it means to be at the mercy of others."

Su Ye chuckled and stroked the pearl on the sword tassel with his fingertips.

As he spoke, he looked towards the southern sky, where he could vaguely see flames rising into the sky - it was Meng Zhang who ordered his men to burn down the mansions of the major court ministers near the imperial palace.

The raging flames illuminated half of the sky red, just like the fire clouds during the Taiping Rebellion.

"Lingguang, look, the flickering of the flames, doesn't it resemble the fortune of the Daqian Dynasty for four hundred years?"

The red-clothed female general did not answer, but saw Su Ye's sleeves spread out in the wind, and the Chunjun sword glowing with a faint blue light in the night, making his eyebrows and eyes look even brighter and more charming.

The last lantern on the top of Qiandu City was finally extinguished, and darkness spread across Qiantian Street like ink. Only the sound of horse hooves in the distance could be heard, carrying the last afterglow of this ancient dynasty, rushing towards the unknown dawn.

(End of this chapter)