world festival

The lieutenant-general beside him hastened to remonstrate: "Pull the bow, keep your voice down. If the villain hears it and reports it to the governor, I will have no good fruit to eat." Call him by his first name.

Zhao Yingong's face was full of disdain: "What are you afraid of? I am surrounded by my confidantes. Could it be that there are still people who have been righteous? My ancestor, Zhao Yingong, was a noble Turkic family. He was a general in Mingzhou for five generations, and he is very capable and good at shooting. Well, thinking about it, An Renyi in Huainan may not be able to defeat me, but it is really a shame in my life to be under Huang Sheng, a rotten scholar who is jealous of talents."

It turns out that Zhao Yingong's ancestor was originally a Turkic royal family, and his real name should be Ashina Yingong.During Taizong’s reign, Duke Li Wei defeated the Turks, and most of the Turkic nobles were moved to the Central Plains. His ancestors lived in the Central Plains and served as cavalry generals in Mingzhou. He worshiped the governor at that time as his foster father and changed his surname to Zhao. From the outside, they are no different from ordinary Han people. They have long been unable to see the appearance of Turkic people. There are [-] Queyue troops under their command, all of whom were exiled to the south from Huaisi. They are very brave. This time, the governor Huang Sheng asked him to lead Three thousand soldiers, sending these [-] people together, also has the meaning of pleasing Qian Miao on the one hand, and consuming this dissident on the other hand.This Zhao Yingong also knew it well, so whenever he had time, he would yell and curse.

The deputy general looked around and said to Zhao Yingong in a low voice: "Yinggong, Huang Sheng sent you here to eliminate dissidents, but it also gave you a chance. From now on, you can form a friendship with Gu Shuai and contact foreign aid. , and these [-] soldiers, if you win over them carefully, they will be yours. With these [-] soldiers, you have been in Mingzhou for five generations and have countless family friends. Soldiers and horses, dealing with that rotten scholar is like killing a chicken."

Hearing this, Zhao Yingong felt extremely relieved, patted the lieutenant general on the shoulder and laughed loudly: "If I become the governor, you must be the commander of soldiers and horses." Having said this, he couldn't help laughing loudly.

Zhao Yingong was laughing heartily when he suddenly heard the sound of drums. The drums of dozens of cowhide drums sounded no different from thunder.Zhao Yingong looked ahead, and saw the Zhenhai soldiers in front driving the brigade of civilians, carrying straw bags and bundles of firewood, rushing towards Haocheng. It is dense, and it is the official spring plowing season when the Zhenhai Navy comes. Although many people are afraid of military chaos, they cannot let go of the crops in the field after all. Dong Chang has a heavy tax burden. have to starve to death.Most of the people still did not escape or escape into the city of Yuezhou, they stayed tremblingly. Fortunately, the navy of Xixi Town only conscripted some people to build bridges, cut down trees, burn, kill and loot, but did nothing.

Watching the crops in the fields grow day by day, the people who remained were thankful for their decision. Many of the people who hid in Kuaiji Mountain also came back and went home to take care of the fields.Unexpectedly, being driven to fill the trench today, the Zhedong Army at the head of the city shot down like raindrops of crossbow arrows. When he came over, there was a scream, and he fell to the ground.

Many people threw the straw bags and fagots on their shoulders and ran back. The Wu Yongdu officer who supervised the battle shouted loudly, and the soldiers of the brigade stabbed with long spears in their hands. Blood flowed down the lance and onto the ground, immediately staining it red.The people who were stabbed desperately grasped the long pole of the long lance, and some who were stabbed shallowly could only grasp the back end of the lance blade, as if this could save their own lives.Following the officer's order, the soldiers of the war supervisor drew back their weapons one after another, and those who were stabbed were scattered on the ground like the fagots whose straw ropes had been torn apart.

The people running around behind stopped immediately in fright. Seeing the blood-stained white blade in front of them, they began to rub back step by step.The officer overseeing the battle shouted