Chapter 73: Cleansing (Part 1)

"Kill Yang Wanzhe."

"Kill Yang Wanzhe."

Listening to the shouts of killing at a close distance, the old scholar Zhang Yu lay beside a high raised stone, his two dim eyes were full of reluctance.

After defeat, Yang Wanzhe, who had nearly 100,000 troops, was defeated by foreign Huai bandits in the mountainous area that the Miao army was most familiar with. The latter would not have more than 4,000 soldiers to kill Ziyuntai tonight.

If the leading generals of these 4,000 people were famous giant bandits such as Zhu, Xu, Hu, Wu, etc., the old scholar Zhang Yu would not feel that the lord he chose was too unfair. But since the fight between the two sides, Zhu Butcher, Xu Porter, Hu Bingpi and Wu Gangxian have not shown his face. The only one who took action was an unknown person under Xu's thief, and this unknown person had no outstanding points in leading the army and fighting. He only knew how to blindly let his subordinates fight hard towards the center of the Miao army.

This is simply an insult to the art of war. Zhang Yu asked himself that he was familiar with the strategy of war. Since joining the army, he has followed Yang Wanzhe's front and horses. He has experienced more than a hundred bloody battles, but he has never seen such ugly and barbaric tactics. He has no strategy, no legendary classic tricks such as food, cut off water, set fire, and alienation. He even did a very sloppy arrangement of troops, just took out a knife to stab the opponent's heart.

Yang Wanzhe, who was familiar with military books and was old in the battle formation, was helpless at the sword stabbed by an unknown person. He only had to retreat in a panic for less than half an hour. Then he was surrounded by pursuers on the way to retreat and accidentally trapped the shallows.

"Put down your weapons and hold your head with both hands." Several pairs of iron-clad combat boots ran past the stones, and the proud voice of persuading surrender was deafening. The old scholar Zhang Yu was so scared that he trembled, and instinctively raised his hands and hugged the back of his neck.

The jade bi cannot touch stones, and the white crane does not need to fight pheasants. He is very talented and knowledgeable. If he dies, he should hold up a glass of poisonous wine and bow north. He should not use his big head to touch a few pairs of black hands with his plow. Therefore, it is nothing to endure the humiliation under his crotch for the time being. In the future, it may not be impossible to repay the capital and profit.

While comforting himself in depression, another team of Huai'an soldiers ran past him with bayonets. The leader of the team's ten men's eyes were sharp and he noticed Zhang Yu's long silk gown and snow-white beard on his chest. He frowned and shouted to him, "Xiao Anzi, stay, this looks like a big fish."

"It's me again." In the team, the thinnest boy protested loudly, but had to stop his footsteps, turn his head and run towards Zhang Yu, "Squat down and hold your head, what's your name? I'll tell you, at such an old age, I don't want to stay at home to work hard, and follow Butcher Yang to do whatever it takes,"

"I am, I am," Zhang Yu's eyelids were numb by the bright three-edged bayonet, so he had to introduce himself according to the other party's request. "He is a disciple of Duke Yu Wenjing, a disciple of Duke Zhang Zhuian, a Hanlin scholar, and a nephew of Zhang family in Luling."

"I haven't heard of it." The recruit Xiao Anzi shook his head, with no admiration on his face. "Hey, I'm not ashamed. I'll ask your name. What do you mention others? Do you also know how to help Butcher Yang commit evil deeds to his ancestors?"

"You have only lost your ancestors' face. My Zhang family has been favored by the Emperor of the Great Yuan. You fools should work hard to serve. But you fools." The old scholar Zhang Yu was so excited that his face turned red and his ears were red. He wanted to stand up and argue with the other party. However, seeing the bright bayonet in the other party's hand, his knees began to become weak again. "But you common people, no, don't know how to serve the court, but instead."

"Fart." The recruit Xiao Anzi instinctively took a half step back, his legs and arms at the same time, and he was about to stab him. When he saw the other party suddenly squatted down again, he hugged his head with his hands again, and the bayonet in the guard could not be stabbed anymore. He was so angry that he couldn't help but scold, "Don't let your mother's bullshit, when I was so hungry that I couldn't walk, where was the court? When my mother and grandfather were swept away by the flood, where was the court? You are not ashamed, and you always say that you have received the grace of the Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty in the world. You are seventy-eighty years old. When you were born, the Mongolians had just hit the Yangtze River. What kind of grace did you receive, as a Luzhou native? Could it be that your father was a Mongolian? So you never forget to recognize your ancestors and return to your hometown."

The last sentence was so vicious that the old scholar Zhang Yu was so excited that the blue veins on his forehead jumped. He grabbed a stone from the ground and wanted to fight the other party.

Unfortunately, his movements were too slow. As soon as he grabbed the stone in his hand, a sudden shout came from his ear, "Put it down, hold your head with both hands, otherwise you will kill me."

"You" the old scholar Zhang Yu shivered and his instinct for survival once again took the upper hand. He couldn't wait to throw the stone down, hugged the back of his neck and knelt down, muttering in a vague way, "Sweep the floor with politeness, sweeping the floor with politeness, so sweeping the floor with politeness. I have been well-read since I was a child, and I became famous in the court and the country after less than fourteen years. Although unfortunately falling into your hands today, I deserve it."

"Don't brag, what's your name? Just confess it as you want to." The recruit Xiao Anzi didn't have the time to listen to him complaining, so he stumbled forward and interrupted sternly.

"Rao" Zhang Yu was so scared that he could no longer care about his gentleness or not. He blurted out his words, "Give up your life, Jun Ye, old man, the surname is Zhang, his name is Yu, and he is the middle-aged soldier under Yang Cavalry's tent. If you hand over my peace to the superior, you will definitely make a great contribution."

Youdao is a scholar who meets a soldier, and it is hard to explain it clearly. At this moment, he could not guarantee that the other party would give enough respect to his life for a long time. He could only take the initiative to inform him of his identity to ensure that he could meet Zhu Chongjiu, Xu Dahai and others alive, and then try every means to remind the bandits to be concerned about the reputation of the Confucians and give him a way out.

Unexpectedly, the soldier opposite was just a young man who had just debuted. After hearing that he reported to his house, he shook his head blankly again, "Zhang Yu, I haven't heard of it, but since you are the butcher Yang's army, you should know him. Hurry up and follow me. A man named Yang just caught there. See if he is true or false."

"I am not the seller." The old scholar Zhang Yu was furious, waved his thin arms a few times, and protested in a trembling voice, "You, just kill me, otherwise I would rather die than let you do what you want."

"Oh, you are still brave!" The recruit Xiao Anzi frowned and praised in surprise, "I am helping you. Do you know that you have given advice to Butcher Yang and killed so many innocent people. Even if you have a reputation, the law of Huaiyang will not spare you. Unless you can make up for your merits and identify the real Butcher Yang. Maybe when Master Luo judges you, he will be able to go home and think about your mistakes at the cost of your life, and at least end up with a good end."

"You, don't want to bewitch me or bewitch me." Zhang Yu shook his head desperately, but the volume of his speech was involuntarily lowered a lot. "I will not be fooled by you. Yang and Yang Cavalry have the kindness of knowing me. I, how can I betray and betray him for the sake of myself and not killing me."

When Xiao Anzi heard this, he curled his lips disdainfully, "That's it, you squat on the ground honestly. I don't believe it. Without you, you can't find a second person with the surname Yang. But you are really cheap. You would rather die for a foreign race. When those foreign races kill your compatriots, you will strode his hands and applaud him."

"I am a man, I am a great man in the world." Zhang Yu was scolded and his face turned purple and murmured to his defense. However, when he thought of the other party's vicious question just now, he could no longer say the words afterwards. He had to plunge his head into the grass and muttered in a low voice, "Shi Wen sweep the floor, she sweep the floor, she sweep the floor, she has read so many books."

"If you read a lot, you may not understand the truth, and you may not be as kind as your heart." The recruit Xiao Anzi curled his lips and interrupted loudly again, "Think about the bird things you did for Butcher Yang, which is worthy of your ancestors of scholars. Butcher Yang killed and set fire everywhere in Jiangnan, how could you pretend that you didn't see anything?"

After saying that, he ignored the old scholar Zhang Yu, raised his head and looked around. He saw teams of their own robes running around the highest point of the hill, constantly pulling out the fish that had escaped from the trees, grass, or soil pits, and then rushed to the designated location to contain it like a duck. Under the hillside, countless enemy troops arrived one after another, but they did not dare to attack upwards, nor were they willing to disperse themselves, and squeezed around like ants that had lost their targets.

"Haha, I didn't catch it, I didn't catch it." The old scholar Zhang Yu also secretly looked around and saw a pile of reinforcements at the foot of the mountain. He couldn't help but feel proud, "You can't be happy for long. This place has been surrounded. As soon as it dawns, you will find that Yang Piqi is not in your hands."

"Shut up, if the person below dares to rush up, I will kill you first." The recruit Xiao Anzi was furious, turned around, glared at him fiercely, and emphasized loudly.

The old scholar Zhang Yu was frightened and immediately did not dare to express his expectations in his heart. However, his dim eyes were sweeping around, hoping that he would never see Yang Wanzhe before the other Miao troops attacked.

The recruit Xiao Anzi obviously knew that his family was in trouble, so he turned his back to the old scholar Zhang Yu, and moved his feet anxiously, "I caught it just now, I caught it just now. This man surnamed Yang is so shameless. He actually changed his clothes with the soldier to run away."

"How can those who do big things be confined to the minor details?" The old scholar Zhang Yu murmured quietly in his heart, and continued to secretly watch under the Ziyun Tower. Someone has already stood up to restrain the team. I don't know if it was Yang Wanzhe's younger brother or other chieftains. As long as the Miao army who came to reinforce reached an agreement, they could attack the mountain and chop all the Huai thieves on Ziyun Tower into meat sauce.

Just as he was thinking excitedly, he suddenly saw a Huai'an general waved his arm and ordered loudly, "Light up Yang Wanzhe's tent."

"Yes." Someone agreed loudly, threw down a torch, lit Yang Wanzhe's central army tent into a huge candle. The flames that soared into the air instantly illuminated half of the hills, illuminated the cheerful Zhong Xiaozi and others, and illuminated the dejected prisoners and the corpses of the pillows on the ground.

"Pick up Yang Wanzhe's flag, helmet, and battle robe for me." The commander of the Third Legion, Li Ziyu, nodded with a smile, and continued to give orders calmly.

"Yes." The personal soldiers agreed to accept the order, and soon, they seized all the important captures and used their spears to lift them into the air.

At the foot of the mountain, the Miao army soldiers who had finally begun to settle down suddenly became in chaos again. The reason why they could still hold on to it was because there was still a trace of luck in their hearts that their head coach Yang Wanzhe was not caught by the Huaian army, but secretly hid. As long as everyone attacked the top of the mountain and killed all the Huaian army, their head coach could get out of a hidden place without any injuries.

"Take all Yang Wanzhe over to me and rob it in front of the fire." Li Ziyu thought for a while and quickly said the third order.

"As for the order." The soldiers continued to agree with laughter.

Soon, a small group of prisoners with similar figures were pushed and walked towards the fire, and everyone's face was clearly illuminated by the fire.

"Ah,." The old scholar Zhang Yu exclaimed desperately next to the stone. The master he was loyal to was tied to the fire with the blood-stained faces that he had been trapped among the prisoners, together with the substitutes who were temporarily arrested, was tied to the fire, with blood-stained faces, and there was no trace of majesty on his usual days.

"Brothers, come up to me." At the foot of the mountain, Yang Wanzhe's younger brother Yang Zhi waved his scimitar and shouted loudly, "Roar up and kill all the thieves in Huai."

"Roar up and kill the Huai thieves." His confidant responded loudly and took the lead in running towards the hillside, but

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lass='character'style='background-image:url(/img/1442155540741/32846786/-4812716145371366936.png)'>There are very few followers behind me. Almost all Miao soldiers, at this moment, their eyes were concentrated next to the fire, looking at the string of Yang Wanzhe, with panic on their faces.

"Roar up, kill Huai thieves, kill Huai thieves." Yang Wanzhe's younger brother Yang Zhi slashed his sword and forced the Miao army around to launch an attack. The chieftains, Xiaoluo and Majie turned around and walked away, refusing to obey any of his orders.

Yang Wanzhe was among the prisoners. When the Miao army rushed up at the foot of the mountain, he would definitely die. The rest of Yang was not as popular as Yang Wanzhe and gave all his brothers to his command. Everyone probably wouldn't live for a few more days.

"I don't have time to tell which one of you is true or which one is false." Just as Yang Zhi was so anxious that his eyes turned red, next to the fire, Li Ziyu raised an iron trumpet and said calmly, "I count three numbers. If you don't identify which one is the real Yang Wanzhe, I will kill you all. If you kill you, you haven't found the real Yang Wanzhe. Hehe, I have to unreason it and chop off all the captives tonight to see who else can save the guys at the foot of the mountain."

After saying that, he first raised three fingers, then slowly bent them one by one, "One, Two"

"He is Yang Wanzhe." Before the second finger was completely bent, three substitutes had already jumped up and pointed at one of the thickest guys in the team. "It's him, it's him, please spare your life, we are all forced."
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