Colorful Clouds South (2)

The sun sets from the mountains to the west, and the busy merchants and farmers rushed home to reunite with their wives and children. The streets gradually became empty, with the sound of frogs and cicadas. Puding City at night was quiet and leisurely.

Wang Yanye limped up to the city with the help of his personal soldiers. Although he was usually bullied by the worship techniques of thousands of households in the Mongolian capital, he was also a commander of thousands of men. The soldiers guarding the city respected him very much and saluted him together.

"Forgive", he gave a weak command, "Is there any movement in the east?"

"Report to the general, there is no movement. The scout reported that the Ming army is still sixty miles away from here, but the person was suddenly blocked by General.

"Swish", Wang Yanye breathed a sigh of relief, just by relying on that fool, he could stop Fu Youde and Mu Ying, who were invincible in the world. Isn't that ridiculous than a sow climbing a tree?

The personal soldiers also saw the general's contempt for Zhehu and muttered in a low voice: "Maybe the Ming army is tired from walking, so let's take a rest. Zhehu's legs are probably scared and weak, otherwise he would have run back."

Although the voice was low, the soldiers guarding the city still heard it and burst into laughter. There were more Han people in Puding City, few Mongolians, and Duwanhu, who guarded the city, was a descendant of Mongolian princes and princes. He had no ability. He could only meat and fish except watching women dance. If he found a reason, he must ask the Han army to give him gifts. He married seven or eight concubines, and had concubines to celebrate his birthday every month. If the birthday gifts given by his subordinates were not satisfied, he would definitely be worn. Wang Yanye took the opportunity to repair the gold locks he gave two days ago, and was punished to patrol the night.

Wang Yanye was from a military family. He participated in the battle to suppress the local tribal rebellion for more than ten years and became more than a hundred times, and he was promoted to the position of a commander of the thousand men. According to his military achievements and his prestige in the army, his position could be higher. However, according to the original rules of the Yuan Dynasty, a local military and political chief must be the Mongolian or Semu people. Even if the Han people are very capable, they can only be the Tongzhi (deputy officer), so they stayed in the position of a commander of the thousand men for five years. Yuan Xiangming was vain, and King Liang became more and more hated against the Han people under his rule, and ignored the corruption of the Mongolian generals under his command. Duwanhu Baishu and others plucked their hairs by Puding Yan, and deprived the food of the Han army. All the gifts made everyone look like beggars, and they almost changed the weapons in their hands to half-hard bowls and squatted at the city gate.

"What's wrong with this Ming army? There's no reason to walk so slowly." Looking at the dark night, Wang Yanye thought to himself. With the experience he received from years of blood, he instinctively smelled the danger in the air. How many abilities did he suddenly have? He knew in his heart as clear as a mirror. If he hadn't been from a good background, this person would not be worthy of being a soldier at all. "Why did they stop deliberately and make a conspiracy?"

"The Monkey Broken Heart", Wang Yanye suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. If the other party touched the Monkey Broken Heart, the few passes in front of Puding City would be useless.

"Hurry up, help me down the city and prepare horses. I ask to meet Lord Du Wanhu." He shouted to the personal soldiers, turned around and said to the soldiers guarding the city: "Everyone be careful. Maybe the Ming army is not far from the city, so don't lose your life in a mess."

"Be careful, General," the soldiers reminded sympathetically, and a centurion whispered: "General, now Lord Du Wanhu may be watching the beauty dance, so you go..."

"When is it time, I still have to care about this. If the enemy comes from the Monkey Broken Heart Cliff, what can we use to defend the city?"

"Ah"! The soldiers were obviously stunned by this inference and looked at each other. After a long time, a soldier whispered: "No, that heartbroken path has long been blocked. The plank road has been rotten for almost twenty years and is still haunted."

"Yes," the other soldiers comforted themselves, "Even monkeys can't climb over that path, so the Ming army is not that powerful."

After hearing these words from his subordinates, Wang Yanye was also a little hesitant. He had experienced the domineering behavior of worshipping the script. If it weren't for the Han generals who shared life and death that day, he wouldn't know if he had the life or death to go home alive. But as a soldier, he believed that he should still fulfill his responsibilities as a soldier.

"Everyone should be careful. I'll remind Lord Duwanhu to let the Mongolian army prepare in advance." After instructing everyone, Wang Yanye limped down the city.

Looking at his back, a soldier muttered in an inauspicious voice, "Be careful, the Ming army will come here soon, and then put down the sword and gun, and I will go home to farm. It will be better than being a dog for the Mongolians."

"Yes," someone said from the side, "We are Han, why are we fighting for the Mongols?"

Wang Yanye's shoulder suddenly shook, obviously, he heard all these words. "But I am a soldier. How can I just care about myself when I am in the face of a great enemy?" He thought sadly that it would be strange if the Mongols and Han troops in the city could defend Puding. I heard that the cannons used there could be five or six miles, break mountains and crack rocks, and Puding a small land. It was only because the terrain was dangerous and the road was blocked, and the artillery was difficult to transport. But when the Ming army arrived at the city, how many people would have the heart to defend the city? Do their best and leave it to fate!

Regardless of the pain in his butt, he thrust his mount a few times, rushed to Duwanhu Mansion, kicked off his horse, walked a few steps, and saluted the guard in front of the door: "Brother, please report to the general, saying that Wang Yanye has something to ask for a meeting."

The guard glanced out of the corner of his eyes, snorted in his nose, and said, "Ye, who do I think I am? It turns out that he is General Wang. Doesn't your butt hurt anymore?"

Wang Yanye was choked and his chest was stuck. He suppressed his anger and said with a smile: "Brother is taking care of him, it's much better. Please come and go. It's really an urgent military situation. Be responsible for it, and take care of it."

As the saying goes, how big the master is, how big the slave is, how big the fourth-rank official of the Prime Minister's Mansion, how could the guards of Duwanhu Mansion take this small Qianhu seriously and say with a lip: "I'm not talking about you, General Wang, aren't you making trouble for our brothers? It's so late that the general has to rest, so we can't afford to take care of it."

"What the hell do you want to do? If you ask you to report it, can you afford to delay the emergency military information?" Wang Yanye's personal soldiers couldn't see it and cursed loudly.

"Who is so loud? I've quarreled with the Grandmaster. Be careful to raid your home. Oh, I'm not sure what level the person behind General Wang is."

"I am General Wang's personal soldier, I am not of level, but it's better than you snobbish watchdogs." The personal soldier replied.

"Yes, we are the guard dogs. What are you? Don't talk about you, what are your generals? Didn't you just pull your pants and spank? Everyone is a slave. Chunxiang is a man, what are you?" The guards were also annoyed, and their mouths began to poke Wang Yanye's pain point in a mess.

Wang Yanye's face turned red, suppressed the anger in his heart, stopped his subordinates from his mouth. He took out a ingot of silver from his pocket, and smiled and said to the guards of Duwanhu Mansion: "Don't be as knowledgeable as them. Do a favor. This little wine is not much money, so it will moisten everyone's throat."

The guard threw the silver in his hand, probably about twenty taels. He smiled with satisfaction, narrowed his eyes and said, "It's still General Wang who has knowledge. How can we be so embarrassed? You are always waiting here. Let's go in and see if the general has time."

Looking at the guards' hurried away, Wang Yanye cursed snobbish in his heart and thought anxiously: "What's this called? You have to spend money to give gifts when doing serious business?"

After a while, the guard hurriedly walked out, smiling better than silver, and said slowly: "General Wang, you have been waiting for a long time. Our general is watching the dancer dance. I guess it will not be over for a while. Do you think this is OK? Go back first. We will be the first to remind you tomorrow morning."

"Didn't you tell the general that it was an emergency military situation?" Wang Yanye was really anxious.

"I said, the Grandmaster said that the sky fell and there were no sight. A few businessmen gave the Grandmaster a batch of Sushi clothes or something. The Grandmaster was happy and was holding a banquet to entertain him?" The guard was still immersed in the erotic scenery he had just seen and praised: "You haven't seen Miss Qiuye dancing in colorful silk. Whoever saw it, and they didn't have the heart to do anything else."

"Grandma's", Wang Yanye could no longer bear it, so he raised his legs and wanted to break in. Seeing this, his personal soldiers quickly pulled him back. Several guards of Duwanhu Mansion bowed and said, "Mr. Wang, please spare me, it doesn't matter if you break in, our lives will be gone."

"General, let's go," the personal soldiers persuaded him, "Don't worry, why are we going to do it? Haven't you heard what the brothers said just now?"

Wang Yanye turned around hatefully, feeling a little desperate. The words of his brothers just now came out in his ears: "It would be better for the Ming army to come here soon. Then put down the sword and gun, and I will go home to farm. It will be better than being a dog for the Mongolians."

“….”

Alas! He sighed and he got on his horse and ran towards his defensive land.

They are not in a hurry, why are I in a hurry? But can these brothers be destroyed in this way by these Mongolian bastards who are surviving?

There was still a long distance from the city wall, and the war horse suddenly stopped moving. The guards pulled out their shiny steel knives and protected Wang Yanye in the middle. A medium-sized man in black stood in the road without bias. There was clear space on both sides, but the murderous aura on this man made everyone hold the stirrups.

That was the murderous aura of walking alone with swords among millions of troops. Wang Yanye was furious and fought a cold war again. He said in a deep voice: "Who dares to block the general's way? Is there no king's law in your eyes?"

"The King's Law", the man smiled and said, "I only know that there is no darkness here, and I have never heard of any King's Law." He clapped his hands gently, and more than a dozen men in black flashed on the eaves around him, with silver light shining in his hands, obviously a crossbow arrow.

Wang Yanye pulled out the sword from his waist with a "clang" and sweat beads rolled down from his head. He asked in a trembling voice: "What are you going to do?" The other party was obviously very prepared and specially selected the most secluded place to wait for him. The shop had already closed, and it was difficult for the soldiers patrolling the city to get here. If the person coming was an assassin, he and his personal soldiers would definitely be doomed.

"I didn't intend to offend the Lord." The person who came waved his hand, and all the crossbowmen on the eaves around retreated into the darkness, and their movements were swift and slight. "They just wanted to prevent someone from disturbing us."

"I don't know you before. I can have anything to say. If you have something to say, please say it in person, I still have something to do." Wang Yanye scolded unhappily, and his tone did not dare to be too hard. Although he was upright, he still understood the truth that a hero would not suffer the loss in front of him.

"I have never seen a general in my hometown, but I admire him very much. The general is one of the few sober and honest people in this lonely city." The man in black said softly, this is true. Among the officers in Puding City, Wang Yanye is indeed a good official who rarely takes the initiative to be respected by his subordinates, and he is also the one with the richest war experience and the most keenest intuition.

After being gently flattered by someone else, Wang Yanye felt a little more comfortable, and his nervousness relaxed a lot. He responded lightly, "I dare not, I just do my best to blame a soldier."

"Oh, I admire you. I thought that this Yunnan official could only scrape the ground. The general was rarely responsible. I wanted to ask the general, and the general thought that the responsibilities of the soldier were." The man in black took a step forward and asked, his tone of being a little aggressive.

"This..." Wang Yanye was a little reluctant to answer. Who is qualified to ask him this question, but looking at the attitude of the roadblocker, he knew that he could not rush through the rush. He didn't know what was ambushing in front of him, so he had to answer angrily: "Defend the country in wartime, and catch evil people and steal thefts in normal times"!

"Well said," the person who came clapped his hands to cheer for Wang Yanye. "But I don't understand why some people are wearing official uniforms and robbing them blatantly. Why don't the adults eradicate, but instead help the evildoer."

"You said I helped the evildoer"! Wang Yanye sat upright on the horse's back, and a heart-wrenching pain came from his butt, "If I were willing to help the evildoer, it would have been like this long ago."

"These corrupt officials are about to be punished by God, and the general will stand guard for them. If you don't help the evil, then what will happen?"

"I am an official of the Yuan Dynasty, so I will naturally fulfill my responsibilities as a soldier. If you are a general of the Ming Dynasty, don't block the way here. Another day, we will see the true sign on the battlefield with one shot and get out of the way."! I guessed the other party's identity from the conversation, Wang Yanye swayed for a moment, lifted his horse's head and wanted to break out. Several guards were in tune with him and rushed forward together.

The man in black who blocked the road turned sideways, avoided the opponent's momentum, raised his hand, and casually slashed.

Wang Yanye felt a sway in front of him, and quickly swung his sword to put it in. The narrow blade of the other party disappeared in front of him. Then his body sank, and he secretly shouted that it was not good. Wang Yanye jumped off the horse's back.

The war horse was not anxious and wailed. It fell down with blood spurting from the horse's throat. Several personal soldiers quickly turned around and surrounded Wang Yanye in the middle when they saw this.

The man in black smiled, inserted the knife back to his waist, and whispered: "General Wang, don't leave in such a hurry. I still have questions left yet."

"Tell me, if you persuade me to surrender, there is no need." Looking at the subordinates of several men in black who were forced by him around, Wang Yanye said helplessly. The knife just now was really beautiful. He was usually a stunning skill, but he was just a child who was playing with this person. The simple and effective sword technique obviously also calmed down several personal soldiers. Before he broke up, no one dared to act rashly. In the quiet night, only the sound of blood gushing out loud was heard.

The man in black smiled and said as if he was relieved, "I forgot to ask if the general was a Mongol or a Han person."

"What are the Han people waiting for?"

"Since they are Han people, why don't you expel the Tartars with us and let them ruin our country and our people?" The man in black shouted in a low voice, his eyes swept across everyone's face. Wang Yanye and his personal soldiers did not dare to look at the man in black, and turned their eyes away.

"Eat the king's fortune, be loyal to the king." Wang Yanye replied in a low voice, obviously, he was also very dissatisfied with his answer.

"I don't know whose salary General Wang eats. The Mongols can't farm or buy or sell them. Where can I get the salary to support you? It's not that the rice from the people of Yunnan will feed you. The general is a sensible person. Can't you figure it out whether the people support corrupt officials or corrupt officials support the people?"

"He treats me as a national hero, I'll do it..." Wang Yanye muttered, the pain on his butt told him that he was lying. Is the national hero so mean? Why do I have to work hard for the Mongolians? Many questions surged into his heart.

"A real man should defend his country..." Is this country his own motherland? He is clearly a Han Chinese.

"A real man must stabilize one's side..." Under the rule of these corrupt officials, can the lives of the people of Yunnan be called stability?

Shaking his head, as if he wanted to get rid of all the problems, he bowed to the man in black and said, "I am sure to be taught. Wang has heard of the great way now, and he will die without any shock."

The man in black smiled again, and actually stepped over from the crowd, patted his shoulder, and said, "It's not that you can die, it's that you can do something."

"Wang is willing to hear it carefully." Wang Yanye crossed his hands to take the order. The other party's courage and carefulness are impressive.

"The general actually knows what he should do, and the time is almost done." The man in black said with a smile, waved his hand to let his subordinates disperse, and he slowly disappeared into the darkness.

"Don't hurt the people in the city at that time, whether they are Mongolians or Han people." Wang Yanye's reassured advice.

"Don't worry, as long as I, Wang Feiyu, are there in one breath, I will definitely protect the people." The man in black replied in a low voice, his back completely hidden in the night.

It seemed like a big dream, Wang Yanye and his personal soldiers looked at the direction of the disappearance of each other for a long time but couldn't come back to their senses.

At dawn, "Table" and a cannon suddenly sounded, and countless soldiers appeared outside the city as if they were coming out from the ground.

"Tell the brothers to open the door, raise the white flag and let the Ming army enter the city, protect the suspension bridge and do not let the Mongols come up to destroy it." Wang Yanye calmly ordered, and several centurions under him who were close friends with him took the order and left.

The city gates guarded by other Han troops also had white flags installed, and thick smoke came out from the direction of Wanhu Mansion in the city. Mongolian soldiers cried in panic in the morning breeze.

Wang Yanye moved his limbs comfortably, the east was gradually whiter, and the sky was almost dawning.

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