With the "Song of the Guerrilla Army" that resounded faintly in the distance, the whistling military formation rushed through the field like a gray sea tide, and slowly appeared outside Zhending City, and then surrounded the place in all directions with overlapping stairs.

The flag of the Hebei Provincial Governor General who had been flying on the head of Zhending City has long been taken down with some equipment that had let go, and only a bunch of bare Chengheng is left.

Outside the city gate where the middle road was opened, the remaining civil and military generals and officials of Hebei Xingtai led by Zhang Bangchang had already listed in front of them with bare hands to form loose groups of large and large formations.

Zhang Bangchang, who was wearing a white cloth dress without any marks, was actually a middle-aged man over 40 years old. He was not tall and had fine white skin but had a certain pampered taste of being a person with a long time. His jaw was combed with a beautiful and neat beard and his hair was disheveled. On his face, which looked frowning, he could not hide the deep concave bags and loose wrinkles, as if he had become much older in a short time.

"Sinner Zhang, pay homage to the Grand Governor of Peking. The envoy is the noble minister."

His voice sounded a little hoarse and dry, and he took the initiative to step forward and bow to my horse's hooves, holding several seals wrapped in silk cloth in his hand, and raised them high and said loudly.

"Since then, the whole city has been put into the city, but it is done by disposal..."

Then, he saw that he had a domino-like continuous response, kneeling down in unison, and was far short of apart like rice fields from various countries, and even the defenders standing on the top of the city were no exception.

This sense of conquest and accomplishment that immediately bows down, begs for pity and kills, makes people feel very happy and can't help but be fascinated by it.

However, I just looked at him coldly immediately, without speaking or expressing any statement. Then I looked at him over and over again, and the crowd of people kneeling behind him.

Until, someone from my side confirmed his identity again, and it was indeed the deity and not a substitute to cover up his eyes. In this way, the last sincerity that the other party could only surrender when he was desperate could be guaranteed...

"If I had known this, why would there be more troops and casualties?"

Then, I spoke in a regular manner according to the prior plan

"What the envoy said is very...."

Then he saw him moving a few more steps forward from the distance he was almost stepped on by the horse's hooves that I moved forward.

"The sinner is ignorant and greedy and does not know the number of days, and it will not come true until the last one..."

"Please have some mercy..."

"Let me lead the way..."

I interrupted his self-destructive words and shouted.

"Let me see how much your sincerity is..."

Then he roughly read the army and civil and military subordinates who followed him to surrender, then he took over the seven gates of Zhending City, and then sent people to take over the seven gates of Zhending City. Only then could I, under the guidance of Zhang Bangchang, who was personally holding the reins, shouted like a tide of soldiers on the city and under the city, and amid the huge sound of cheers and thunder, slowly entered the quite majestic and vast Zhending City.

However, when I walked through the square outer wall city and the long straight streets in the outer wall, and entered the inner city, I suddenly smelled the faint smell of blood that filled the air.

"I'll ask you to tell me this clearly. They are all those who don't know how to use mantis arm to drive a chariot."

Before I could ask, Zhang Bangchang, who was holding a horse in front of him and was sweating a little, turned his head and showed a sincere expression and couldn't wait to explain.

"I also want to connect with the bandits in Hedong Road and do that big deal..."

"So I can only ask them to go on the road first."

"Most of them are powerful households in Hebei..."

Speaking of this, he looked carefully at my face before saying that.

"Since then, there is no adult Ding Zhuang, which can be trouble for the local area."

"There are other relatives, about 20,000 women and children, left to the ghost steps to deal with it."

I was a little surprised when I heard this, and once again looked at the former Hebei governor. I never realized that he had such a tactful and caring side.

He was so aware of practical things. I wanted to give him a medal of excellent performance and best assists; he blocked all his infamy and resentment on himself, but he replaced the Huai Army under my command in disguise, clearing out the last obstacles and resistance in the governance and transformation of the local area, as well as the soil for potential resistance.

And they even know how to open up women and children to stay, rather than to eliminate them according to tradition; in fact, women and children who have lost their economic pillars are undoubtedly the most easily transformed and forgotten group under the predicament of life, and are easily absorbed and digested by Huai Town.

Perhaps many years later, some people will still vaguely remember Zhang Bangchang, who was the culprit and the root cause of the tragedy of their family's destruction, but they will regard the foreign Huaizhen as another rescuer in their actions; this kind of skill that turns the people's hearts without leaving any room for room, or that it is the decisive and determinedness that completely cuts off their possible retreat, and kills the younger generation, which makes me look at him a little higher.

He is worthy of being a generation of people who have fought among the powerful ministers of the Northern Dynasties and successfully established his own business. Although he is not good at using military and military strategies, he is good at winning over and controlling his subordinates and governing many local powers. He can also rely on exhausting and plundering the local areas without completely letting the rule collapse, and maintaining a large army of mixed quality and the balance of power to all foreign parties. It is also known to be the capital of one party;

If it weren't for the wrong time, Huaizhen, which could be completely crushed by just accumulating momentum, could be one of the most powerful figures who left behind many deeds and achievements in this era.

After all my considerations, I became a little inappropriate for his next solution and needed adjustments; killing would definitely not be killed, otherwise no one would be willing to surrender in the future, but it would not be used easily, at least he could not give him the opportunity and room to take advantage of the situation. Otherwise, such a traditional figure who is old in political struggles and power struggles would have to bring out any unhealthy trends.

In other places in the city, when some old friends standing between different camps meet again, they can't help feeling a little embarrassed and helpless.

For example, Hu Yanzhuo, a native of Taiyuan, Hedong who was once a Hebei military general, did not expect that he would have the chance to stand here upright in his life. The moment he met his old family friend and his friend "Big Sword General" Guan Sheng, the identity and situation of both parties had been changed.

One is a victorious general with high spirits, and the other is a surrendered general who is like a prisoner waiting for the next step to deal with it.

And on the earth wall on the southern entrance of Jingxing, on the banks of Hengshui.

The scattered soldier Chen Baoshan held the musket with his empty ammunition with force, and prepared to prepare for the enemy's momentum that was slowly advancing from afar.

It seems that the last moment has come, but it’s a pity that he has tasted the beauty of his new life and has to say goodbye to it again; but Chen Baoshan seems to feel that he doesn’t feel much unwilling or regretful. At least he has tasted many beautiful things in this world, and has also left the hope and hope for countless fellow villagers.

However, the one who came to them was neither the arrows that were rushing into the sky nor the crowds, but a general riding a horse holding a white flag, walked straight to them with a kick and tread.
Chapter completed!