Yan Sikong spent a few days understanding the terrain of the Hetao area and the current battle situation. He also had a detailed conversation with Yu Shenglang, the general of the Datong Army, and took advantage of the situation of Datong Mansion without any trace, especially after the fall of his own family, how was the soldiers' mood?

The result was not much different from his guess. When Feng Jianping was there, his military expenditure was sufficient, and his monthly salary was never delayed for a day, and the reward was even more generous, and he never treated them badly. Every time he won a battle, the imperial court's rewards were divided equally and did not take any money, and all were distributed to the soldiers. He led his troops with good rewards and punishments from top to bottom, and he would never be favored for personal gain. The local military and civilians were harmonious. At that time, the Ola invaded and suffered repeated wars, but the military and civilians worked together to benefit both the attack and defense.

Now that the Ola is defeated, the Datong Army, which is missing from Feng Jianping, is like a soulless person, which is no longer as powerful as it was back then. The Datong army and the civilians all miss Feng Jianping and the Feng family army.

Although these thoughts were not spoken bluntly for the rest of his life, Yan Sikong could hear them from his lost tone and gentle words. This calmed Yan Sikong a lot.

Most soldiers followed the generals to fight, without any lofty ideals, and they were born and died just to get some money. If they could not even guarantee this, it would be difficult not to be a deserter, let alone charge on the battlefield. The formerly powerful Datong Army is now in a slump, which is really regrettable.

After having a clear mind, Yan Sikong temporarily left Qianzhou and led his troops to Maoren. The Wolf King rebels set up camp thirty miles away from Maoren City. He wanted to settle in Maoren and meet Shen Hexuan first.

They set out early in the morning and arrived at the Mujin-Yin. The guard Wang Lie opened the city to greet him, but Shen Hexuan was not among the people who greeted him.

Looking at Yan Sikong's look, Wang Lie said a little embarrassedly: "Uh, Lord Shen is busy strengthening the city defense and it is difficult to get out, so he did not come to welcome Lord Censor."

Yan Sikong smiled and said, "He is still the same, it's okay. Please ask General Wang to lead me to see Lord Shen."

"Don't the Censor rest for a while, I've prepared dinner."

"Okay, my brothers are hungry, so I'm sorry General Wang."

Yan Sikong took his several subordinates to have a meal with Wang Lie and others. Maoren was only a small county town, with a small and partial city, similar to Guangning. Yan Sikong was probably the biggest "person" to visit Maoren. Although he is now just a seventh-rank censor, the censor has a small official rank and great power. Moreover, he was once the Minister of the Third-rank War Department and the Prince Consort of the current dynasty. Wang Lie and others are respectful to him.

Taking advantage of the wine to cheer up, Yan Sikong investigated Maoren's situation again. Wang Lie wished he could not tell Yan Sikong all the details. It can be seen from his words that these people still admire Shen Hexuan, but they also complained about his character.

After a meal of wine, Yan Sikong had already called them brothers. I'm afraid Shen Hexuan has served here for three years and has never had a glass of wine with his colleagues.

After the banquet, Yan Sikong did not delay, and Wang Lie led him to see Shen Hexuan.

It was almost the hour of Hai, and most of the people were sleeping, but Shen Hexuan was still staring at the soldiers repairing and strengthening the city walls.

Walking up the city tower, Yan Sikong saw a tall and handsome back. In the cold early autumn, he was wearing thin linen clothes and trousers, rolled up his cuffs and legs, and commanded the soldiers while carrying heavy objects.

"Oh!" Wang Lie shouted, "How can such a rough work make Lord Shen touch his hands? You are all itchy, right?"

The soldiers were quite aggrieved.

The back turned around, and his simple and simple body could not hide his cold and noble temperament. Although it was no different from the dress of the soldiers around him, ordinary people could see this person's extraordinaryness at a glance.

It was Chen Hexuan who had been away for three years. Compared to that time, he seemed more steady and majestic. His straight waist and quiet eyes seemed to blend his steadfast and upright character into a tact, and it was integrated into it.

When he saw Yan Sikong, Chen Hexuan frowned.

Yan Sikong took a step forward and bowed deeply: "Brother Chen, you can be well after separation for many years."

Chen Hexuan hesitated for a moment, bowed his hand and said calmly: "Everything is safe."

Yan Sikong stood up straight, looked at Chen Hexuan, and felt a lot of emotion: "I thought I would never meet Brother Chen again in this life, but I didn't expect... the mystery of this destiny can be guessed by us and other mortals."

Chen Hexuan nodded: "I didn't expect that Lord Yan, who married a golden branch and jade leaf, enjoyed high-ranking officials and generous salaries in the capital, would come to this biased place."

Wang Lie's expression changed slightly, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Yan Sikong did not mind at all, but instead smiled bitterly: "Brother Chen, don't tease me anymore. In the past, you and I were both ranked first in the list, entered the Hanlin area, and were both editors. They have been in the officialdom for ten years, but now they have been demoted to the seventh rank. This decade is like a big dream. When I wake up, I feel like I have returned to my original place."

Yan Sikong's words evoked Chen Hexuan's deepest memories. He remembered the years he had been with him. The two of them were both awarded the title of the list and became officials at the same time. They did call each other friends and told each other about their great ambitions. They were suddenly filled with emotion, and their attitude softened slightly, and they murmured: "Yes, a big dream."

"Brother Chen, I have a lot to say to you, and you and I should discuss strategies to get rid of the enemy."

Wang Lie hurriedly said, "Mr. Shen, I'll keep an eye on here."

Chen Hexuan nodded: "Mr. Yan, please."

Chen Hexuan returned to the inn with Yan Sikong. The entourage had already prepared the wine and food. Yan Sikong invited him to sit down: "Brother Chen hasn't eaten yet, right?"

Chen Hexuan was not polite either. He sat down and swallowed several large mouthfuls first, killed a steamed bun, filled the empty belly slightly before he slowed down.

Yan Sikong poured the wine and raised his glass and said, "Brother Chen, let's celebrate the reunion between you and me from thousands of miles away."

Chen Hexuan hesitated for a moment and clinked his glass and drank it all.

Yan Sikong filled his wine again, and Chen Hexuan pressed his hand: "No need, there are still many things tomorrow, so it is not advisable to drink."

Yan Sikong smiled and said, "Okay, it's okay for us to use tea instead of wine."

Chen Hexuan was upright and couldn't help but say, "Did you receive the letter I gave you back then?"

"Received." Yan Sikong smiled, "It's so literary, like a giant pen, it hurts people's hearts. I can still recite a few words."

"Since that's the case, you can still..." Chen Hexuan hesitated, "Are you thick-skinned or open-minded?"

Yan Sikong laughed: "All of them, all of them. Brother Chen scolded him right and good at that time, how could I blame Brother Chen?"

Chen Hexuan frowned: "Although you shot Xie Zhongren to death and destroyed the eunuch party with your own hands, you betrayed your master's sect and have been greedy and abusive in recent years, and helped the evildoer. How do you... defend yourself?"

"I don't defend myself. Your Majesty has cured my sins, and I deserve it." Yan Sikong put away his laughter, "Brother Chen has also taught him a very good lesson."

"You..." Chen Hexuan pointed at Yan Sikong, not knowing what to say.

Yan Sikong knew that a person as straight as Chen Hexuan could not understand him. If he were him, he would rather die than be incompatible with evil and flattery. However, he left his name of innocence and loyalty and righteousness to be passed down to future generations, but he used any means for his purpose. No matter what reputation, glory, and dignity, they were all external things.

"Brother Chen, I turned against the eunuch party in order to avenge my revenge, as a teacher, as a King of Jingyuan, and as many loyal ministers and generals who were wrongly accused and persecuted. I do not deny that I do not want to decline with the unsuccessful aristocratic family, or even die. I cannot bear to give up my fame, wealth, glory and wealth. I am so shallow, opportunistic, and I do not expect Brother Chen to understand."

Yan Sikong was so honest that Chen Hexuan had nothing to say. He was stunned for a long time before he put on a sentence: "You really... how could you have someone like you? Do you know how people in the world talk about you? Do you really don't care? Don't you think about the history books of later generations, how to write you?"

Yan Sikong's face was slightly dark, but he restrained himself from letting Chen Hexuan discover it. He said calmly: "I have already put my reputation aside. Besides, it is too late to say this now? I always have the world and the people in my heart. If I can benefit the people with my own strength, maybe one day I can defeat the mistakes with my merits. In history books, it would be a shame."

Chen Hexuan sighed deeply: "Maybe, if you can really say that you are demoted to the ban, it would be a great achievement."

When Yan Sikong mentioned this name, he tightened his heart: "I plan to go to the enemy camp tomorrow. Brother Chen needs to explain the rebel situation you know in detail to me."

When talking about the serious matters, Chen Hexuan no longer entangled in the past, and analyzed his battle with the Fengye, the rebel situation he knew, Maoren, and even the offensive and defensive forces of the entire Qianzhou.

Although Chen Hexuan was a civil servant and was just a small county magistrate, his understanding of the battle situation was even deeper than that of Wang Lie. He was worthy of being a talented man who won three Yuan in a row. He never brought troops in a day, but he was able to defend this dangerous and weak city with few enemies.

Before the sealed troops sent troops to Hetao, the biggest enemy expected was Qianzhou City. He would never have thought that he would temporarily stop in Maoren's small county. However, neither Yan Sikong nor Chen Hexuan thought that Maoren could really block the sealed troops. After the battle, the soldiers in the city suffered heavy casualties. Even though Qianzhou had increased its troops, the city wall was seriously damaged and he could not bear the heavy blow. Moreover, the food and grass in the city were limited, and the siege could be surrounded and killed. The reason why the sealed troops did not move was that Maoren was not taken seriously, and the other was that he was waiting for Yan Sikong.

The two discussed all night and offered advice on this surrender.

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Although Yan Sikong hadn't been asleep for almost a night, he got up early the next day. Today he was going to the enemy camp alone and saw the Fengye. How could he sleep?

After dawn, he called his soldiers and Wang Lie over and told him what to do after he left, what if he could come back as scheduled, what if he could not come back as scheduled, what if he was sealed and what if he was imprisoned, what if he killed him, what if he had anything to do, what if he could do.

The eight hundred cavalry that Yan Sikong took away from the garrison army was named Feng Xiang. He made two suggestions to escort Yan Sikong, but they were rejected by Yan Sikong: "I can only go alone, so no envoys even bring soldiers."

"But Lord Yan had a holiday with the Fengye. I was worried that he would be unfavorable to Lord Yan." Feng wanted to bow, "I can't rest assured that he would be protected by the emperor's order."

"I also came here at the emperor's order. If you want to surrender the rebels, my personal safety is nothing. Besides, since I dare to go to the enemy camp, I have my own strategies to protect myself, so General Feng doesn't have to worry."

Feng wanted to speak but stopped, but finally gave up.

After Yan Sikong finished his explanation, he went to the stable. Regardless of the groom's dissuasion, he personally took a bath for Zuihong. After cleaning Zuihong, he was dried in the sun, and his hair became scarlet and shiny. As his mane was shaken, he was filled with undercurrents of kingly aura.

Looking around the world, only such a horse is worthy of being a sealed beast.

After lunch, Yan Sikong changed into a clean and neat white casual outfit, rode on Zuihong, left Maoren without hesitation, and ran towards the wolf king camp without looking back.

With the journey of drunken red, it took only 30 miles to arrive soon. Looking at the black and red Fengjialang flag from afar, Yan Sikong was filled with emotion.

The first time I saw this majestic wolf flag was in Guangning. Feng Jianping led the world's No. 1 army to wind. The battle flag that fluttered in the wind made him excited as a young man, and his respect was hard to express.

King Jingyuan has passed away and the Feng family army has become a rebel. When he is alive, he will still see this wolf flag again, which makes Yan Sikong almost cry.

Looking at the heavily guarded camp, Yan Sikong felt a little panic, and his hand holding the reins tightened unconsciously. Zuihong's speed slowed down, but it did not stop. Yan Sikong closed his eyes. He knew that he could not retreat or retreat, so he ran straight towards the camp.

Two miles away, Yan Sikong could see the sharp arrows stretching out from the lookout platform of the camp. When he rode to the gate of the camp, the guard shouted: "Who is coming? Dismount quickly."

Yan Sikong turned over and got off the horse and said loudly: "I am Yan Sikong, the inspector of Qianzhou. He specially presented the Wolf King's love horse Zuihong, and asked to see the Wolf King."

The guard obviously knew he was coming, and he was not surprised and shouted, "Open the gate--"

Yan Sikong took a deep breath, raised his head and chest, his face was solemn, and he led Zuihong to walk into the camp step by step.

All the soldiers around were attracted by Zuihong's agile posture, blood-red hair, and noble royal aura, and exclaimed in a low voice.

The guard general led Yan Sikong through the camp and walked towards the central army tent. Along the way, Yan Sikong observed their camping, layout, array, patrol, camp guards, etc. without any mistakes. In this marching and fighting, the camping school has a deep academic knowledge. Whether a general is capable or vacancies, an expert can guess at the camp with a glance.

After all, it was a camp of 50,000 or 60,000 people. Yan Sikong had been walking for a long time. The central army tent was still far away, but Zuihong seemed to have noticed something sensitively and began to get restless. Yan Sikong could hold it at first, but its restlessness became stronger and stronger, and finally began to struggle.

Yan Sikong pulled into the reins and scolded: "Zuihong, stop making trouble, Zuihong!"

The military camp had strict rules. If the war horses were allowed to run around, it would be so concise. He guessed that Zuihong was seen by these people.

The soldiers around were also facing a great enemy, but they were horses in the wild, and they did not dare to spear and spear, so they had to hold Dun armor and surrounded Zuihong in the middle.

Zuihong ignored it and began to struggle. The only thing it remembered was that it would not hurt Yan Sikong, otherwise it would have kicked the person away with one hoof. Yan Sikong had never really seen Zuihong's power, at least he had never felt it personally, but he also remembered that in order to tame it, Feng Ye almost risked being buried under the messy hoof. Seeing that Zuihong had no choice but to listen to his orders, he was also thrown by Zuihong's brute force and could not stand firm. His palm was so sharp that it was grinding with the reins. He could no longer hold it, so he could only watch it come out.

As soon as the reins were removed, Zuihong jumped up and flew up more than one foot, turning into a stunning red glow, flying past the heads of the soldiers holding the Dun Armor, and running towards the central army tent at a very fast speed.

Yan Sikong was thrown away by him, and fortunately, the lower plate was stable and took root, otherwise he would have lost his ugly head. But if Zuihong broke into the central army tent like this, it would no longer be a problem of embarrassment, and his scalp would explode.

Just as Zuihong was only a few steps away from the central army's tent, a man suddenly walked out of the central army's tent. The man was wearing armor and tall and burly.

Yan Sikong's heart trembled violently. Although the distance was still far and he couldn't see his face clearly, he didn't need to hesitate. He already knew who it was.

The man suddenly ran out and rushed towards Zuihong like a wind!

The soldiers around him were so anxious that they shouted: "Wolf King!"

If he was hit by Zuihong on the front, not to mention a person, even an elephant, he would probably have to be both nervous on the spot. But he went up without hesitation. When he was only one meter away from Zuihong, he suddenly fell down and sank, his toes stomped on his feet, rose up from the ground, and turned over neatly in the air.

The blood-red cloak danced wildly, like a lightning falling from the sky, or like a god coming to the world. The heaven and earth were amazed by it. Everyone could only watch the sharp, powerful, brave Hong, sitting steadily on the back of the running horse, pulling the reins with one hand, clamping the horse's belly with both legs, and Zuihong's front hooves left the ground. The whole horse's body almost stood up, and a roar sound resounded through the sky, and the person on the horse was not moving at all.
To be continued...