Chapter 32: Traveling to the West

The next day, Ma Teng sent someone to Cao Chong and told him that Ma Chao was seriously injured and could not get to Chengdong for the time being. Cao Chong nodded in understanding and then asked Zhang Ji to tell Ma Teng that Ma Chao would recover if he was injured. Anyway, he would have to go to Jincheng, and it would take more than ten days to go back and forth. It is estimated that Ma Chao should be cured by then. Then he made a request that the journey west was not safe, so he asked General Ma to send a team of troops to protect him. As for the candidates for protection, he directly called Pang De to lead the team.

Ma Teng was very surprised. He didn't expect Cao Chong to be so easy to talk to, but he didn't expect Cao Chong to go to Jincheng. What to do in Jincheng? He was not easy to ask. He couldn't let the emperor's envoy report to him, a former general. In contrast, it was not so important that Cao Chong called Pang De to lead the team to protect him.

"Mr. Cao went to Jincheng?" Ma Teng asked Zhang Ji in confusion.

"I don't know what it is." Zhang Ji looked unaware: "Cao Mengde and Han Wenyou's father were both Xiaolian. He and Wenyou also had some friendship back then and often had poetry and essays. Could it be that they were just using public service to private affairs?"

Ma Teng snorted from his nose, "You Zhang Derong, are you lying to Cao Cao want to do this matter for public service? Seeing that Zhang is like this, he probably can't ask anything, so he simply doesn't ask. Didn't you go to Jincheng? I'll send someone to protect you from Jincheng safely and see how to deal with Korean dates. I'll do it again, so I can save me from making excuses."

"Let Ling Ming take two hundred iron cavalry to protect Lord Cao from traveling west."

Pang De and Pang Lingming were seven feet and five inches tall, with big ears on the side, a beard and a dark face like a knife. He sat on the horse, although he did not have stirrups, and was as stable as Mount Tai. But unlike in the Romance, he did not take any elephant-thorned sword, and immediately hung a spear, carrying a bow on the left and an arrow on the right, and was wearing only simple leather armor.

Cao Chong looked at this fierce man who could fight with Guan Erye. His admiration was like the water of the Yellow River, and he was surging endlessly and out of control. He quickly stepped forward and held Pang De's rough hand tightly, who had just jumped off the horse. He was so excited that he couldn't speak. He just kept repeating "Looking for a long time" and made Pang De at a loss. He quickly knelt down and bowed neatly with two hundred cavalrymen.

"The General Pang De of the Central Army came to protect the Lord from the west according to the orders of the former general."

"General Pang please get up, please get up." Cao Chong shouted repeatedly, and stepped forward to help Pang De up. Pang De was a little puzzled. He was just a general, not a general. What was this adult going to be promoted to his post?

Zhou Buyi smiled beside him and said, "Pang Zhonglang, my young master has long heard that you have killed Guo Yuan in the Battle of Huguan, and have been the best in the title of me. He has admired Zhonglang for a long time. Today, he is a bit rude. Don't blame Pang Zhonglang."

Pang De smiled embarrassedly: "How can Pang De be as brave as a man, so how can he get into the eyes of a young man? I am ashamed."

"General Fenwei Deng Ziyi is the martial arts teacher of my son. He often mentions Pang Zhonglang's courage. Pang Zhonglang doesn't have to be polite." Zhou Buyi approached Pang De and said with a mysterious smile.

"Is Deng Ziyi a martial arts teacher of the young master?" Pang De was known for his bravery when he was fighting in Huguan, and he was very famous. At that time, only Deng Zhan could compare with him in Cao's army. Deng Zhan led his army to break through the central army of the high-ranking officials and killed most of the personal guards of the high-ranking officials. Unfortunately, the high-ranking officials finally ran away. However, although his achievements were defeated, his reputation spread throughout the army. The two met too late, and they had fought in private and had exchanged martial arts several times. They were quite good friends, but later Pang De returned to Guanzhong and rarely met.

Now when he heard that Cao Gong's son Cao Chong was a disciple of Deng Zhan, he suddenly felt much closer and hurriedly bowed to Cao Chong again. Cao Chong hurriedly said, "Pang Zhonglang and my teacher are the best friends, and I think it is me to bow to Pang Zhonglang." Pang De was so scared that he refused repeatedly, but when the two of them pulled each other, the two hundred cavalry behind him suddenly felt the supreme honor. Look, the emperor and envoys are all the children of my junior generals, and they also want to bow to my junior generals.

After a few people set out on the way, Xiahou said that he soon became good friends with Pang De. With Deng Zhan's relationship, Xiahou said that he also treated Pang De's son and nephew. Pang De was also very helpful to him so politely to the son of Xiahou Yuan, the Dianjun Academy, and asked him questions and answers to Xiahou Cheng's advice. Xiahou said that although his martial arts skills were good, he was naturally far behind Pang De, a master who came out of the army, let alone the use of cavalry. After asking Pang De, Xiahou Cheng's knowledge rose to another level, and he felt happy all day long. During the few days on the way, he went to mingle with the Western Liang cavalry every day, which made him feel a little scent.

Speaking of the four counties in Hexi, there were not many people along the way, but there were many horse thieves. However, when they saw the 200 iron cavalry brought by Pang De from a distance, the horse thieves could only sigh. Ordinary horse thieves did not dare to fight with regular troops, especially the 200 cavalry brought by Pang De, which showed a cold blood and violent force from the bones. Although there were only 200 cavalry, they were murderous. If a horse thief came to his door, I was afraid that he would not be able to tell who was robbing whom.

It is precisely because of this that when Cao Chong walked in the endless desert, he was in the mood to stand on the carriage while resting, and said with gracefully, "The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun sets in the long river is round."

"Although the young master is not good at poetry, he will be a good sentence once he says it." Zhou Buyi smiled and handed a water bag.

"Yuan Zhi, you have learned to flatter you now, this is not a good habit." Although Cao Chong enjoys being admired by others, especially Zhou Buyi, he is still a little ashamed to copy other people's articles to make money for himself. Although he knows that there is no possibility of revealing the situation, he should be more low-key.

"I'm not flattering. If you don't believe me, ask them." Zhou Buyi turned around and asked Xu Yi and the others: "Is these two lines of poetry good for young master? Am I flattering?"

"Okay, okay, of course." The Xiliang cavalrymen who had a good impression of Cao Chong, the emperor's envoy, laughed. This Cao Master is really interesting. The beloved son of the dignified Lord Sikong and the cavalry commander personally appointed by the emperor, can actually make jokes with his subordinates so kindly. Therefore, although most of them cannot even recognize their own names, they do not know what poetry is, so they still applaud loudly.

"The two lines of poetry by the young master are in just ten words, but there are desert, lonely smoke, long river, and four scenes of sunset. The lonely smoke and sunset are round and complement each other to make fun of each other. It is indeed simple but profound in meaning, and the artistic conception is profound." Dian Man said slowly while drinking water.

Cao Chong was tilting his neck to drink water. After hearing Dianman's words, he couldn't help but cough. When he first learned this poem, the teacher commented this way. Unexpectedly, Dianman, a martial artist who had never written a poem for only a few months, could have such knowledge. If Zhou Buyi said it, Cao Chong would still believe it. Dianman said it, even if he heard it with his own ears, he would still be a little unbelievable.
Chapter completed!