Song Beiyun

After a hard day's fighting and the rain in the cold spring, the soldiers were already icy cold, and some even fainted from exhaustion. Now that they drank the hot soup and fat meat, and no one could get three cents. For a while, the surrounding area was filled with the sound of chewing, and there was no other noise.

Even Song Ai was standing there sipping the oily broth, and soaking the cake in the soup, after a few mouthfuls, his body was hot, much more comfortable than before.

"Why did that man in the city do this?" Song Ai raised his head and asked the two soldiers: "What else did he do?"

"He didn't do anything...they have something called a medical team, which rescued all our wounded soldiers, and the captured brothers were also directly broken up and organized into their camp. And those brothers who said they wanted to go back to their hometown also paid some money according to the enlistment time on the roster, and let them go back."

"Is there such a thing?" Song Ai frowned: "He didn't kill anyone?"

"When I entered the city, I killed some of them, but later I gave them a pension." The soldier said, "every sentence is true, if there is a lie, the sky will be struck by lightning."

Song Ai frowned, she didn't know why this happened, logically speaking, don't talk about giving meat to the rebels, even if they don't take advantage of the victory to pursue, they must definitely stand up and clear the field, so as not to let them get any benefit.

"Then did he say anything?"

"What he said to us was that the brothers outside the city were originally good sons of the Great Song Dynasty. They were thieves with few helpers, and most of them were only forced to be deceived by those evil and sycophants, or lured with gold and silver, or with the lives of their families. Forced, so he treats all the brothers who belong to him equally, and doesn't stop those who want to leave, and don't blame those who want to stay."

Song Ai stood there with his hands behind his back for a long time, squinting his eyes, and beckoned to the soldier who looked smarter: "Come here with your ears."

The soldier leaned over, Song Ai said something, then the soldier turned around and trotted all the way to the city.

About half an hour later, Song Beiyun was "punishing" Qiaoyan at the moment, when he just turned the chicken king into a chicken, Xiaoyu knocked on the door and walked in.

"Master Song... Maybe something has happened."

Song Beiyun curled his lips: "These people are really spineless."

As he spoke, he turned his head and slapped Miaoyan's tofu-like butt hard: "I've spared you this time, so you're lucky!"

"Don't leave if you have the ability... Let's see who begs for mercy in the end." Miao Yan turned around in frustration, "minus 10 favorability!"

"Hahahaha." Song Beiyun got up and put on his clothes: "Then you have the guts to wait for me to come back."

After he finished speaking, he followed Xiaoyu out, he didn't mind what Xiaoyu saw, after all, Xiaoyu was a eunuch who specially served the emperor, and he had seen everything about the emperor.

"Master Song, just now there was a message from the person watching the pot outside, saying that the traitor, Song Ai, wanted to chat with your lord."

"It's really spineless." Song Beiyun spat: "There are three more rounds to come, and they didn't make it through the first round."

"Maybe it's a good spring rain."

"Hahahaha... Xiaoyu speaks really nicely."

But in fact, this sentence is not unreasonable. The sudden drop in temperature tonight is really a key factor. If we encounter this drop in temperature without food and supplies, if we don’t think about it, most of the soldiers who come together tomorrow morning may freeze hard up.

Song Ai is the leader of the war, he knows exactly what he will face, and if he loots and disturbs the people along the way, then no matter whether the rebellion will succeed or not, he will die.

The rebellion is over, and the leader of the rebel army must kill him, and the people are outraged.If the rebellion fails, the court will definitely not keep him.

The only way to survive now is to negotiate terms with that person in Changsha City. This condition is the key to his survival.

Song Beiyun led 3000 people and braved the rain to a place ten miles outside the city. The two people looked at each other across a pile of empty meat pots. At this time, the soldiers on the opposite side suddenly started to back up.

Then a soldier came to Song Beiyun with a letter in both hands: "My lord, this is a letter from our lord Song."

Song Beiyun took the letter, read it by the light of the torch, then raised his hand to let the people behind him back away, and then walked under the canopy with a few personal guards, but there was already one person inside Waited there.

"Song Yuhou, I have admired him for a long time." Song Beiyun smiled and cupped his fists at him: "I never thought that Song Yuhou, who is famous all over the world, is so young and promising."

Song Ai raised his head and glanced at him, suddenly he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. The people in front of him were obviously younger than him, but they praised him for being young and promising one after another. Who was he giving money to?

"Don't dare, I have heard about Master Song's actions all the way, but I didn't expect that Master Song is so brave and good at fighting as a civil servant. My defeated general has nothing to say." Song Ai pointed to the low stool opposite: "Master Song, please."

Song Beiyun straddled the stool, turned around and shouted, "That cow, bring the wine!"

"Come on, come on." The barbarian ran over with a [-]-jin jar from behind. The jar had been unsealed, and there was still wine pulp hanging from the corner of his mouth...

"You bastard, are you stealing Lao Tzu's wine too?"

"Master Song... I'm afraid someone will poison you, so I'll give you a try."

"roll roll roll!"

"Oh, that's great, I'll wait in the back."

A jar of wine was placed there, and Song Beiyun fished out a large piece of leftover meat from the pot, took a few bowls, and placed these things on the table.

"Don't worry about it, General Song. My subordinate is not good at thinking, and I am a little bit disobedient."

"Haha, Mr. Song was joking. I like such interesting people the most in the army."

Poured wine for Song Ai himself, and Song Beiyun took a big sip first: "The best Yuezhou rice wine, still warm, please, General Song."

Song Ai drank the yellow in the bowl and wiped his mouth: "Good wine!"

The two of them didn't say anything, they just drank and ate meat like this, until Song Ai's forehead was sweating slightly when the wine in the altar was half over, he put the bowl heavily on the table: "Enjoy it! To have a drink with young heroes is indeed a great pleasure in life!"

"Why did you say that?" Song Beiyun looked confused: "Why did General Song say it was before his death?"

"Master Song, please don't pretend to be confused. Conspirator is unforgivable."

"Huh?" Song Beiyun frowned: "When did General Song rebel?"

Song Ai was taken aback, but didn't speak.

"Didn't General Song attack Changsha City because of the rebellion in Changsha City, but he didn't know that the city had been captured by the king's army, so he fell into the sand? Just wait for the Privy Council's decision, so what's the matter with rebellion?" Song Beiyun spread his hands: "Is General Song sleepy?"

Everyone is a smart person. After one word, Song Ai's heart was bright like a mirror. He immediately lifted his armor and knelt down on one knee: "The last general didn't know that Changsha had been captured by the imperial envoy. He attacked the city without knowing the truth. It is a crime." Damn it! Everything is at the discretion of the imperial envoy."

Song Beiyun smiled, but did not speak: "Now the situation is clear, it was just a misunderstanding, you thought I was a rebel, I thought you were a rebel, and fought a foolish battle. General Song, please , this rebellion is still raging fire, and we will have to rely on the power of General Song in the future."

"The final general is willing to listen to his orders!!!"

Chapter 292: On February 2 of the second year, the two states were divided under the rain

"Why didn't you kill him?"

Miao Yan frowned: "You should kill!"

Song Beiyun was soaking his feet by the bed, feeling very uncomfortable all over his body, and even had a faint cold.After hearing the wonderful words, he exhaled through his nostrils: "The killing of the rebels depends on the timing. We are now an isolated city, imprisoned. We are short of people, baby, you told me, can I not Understand? You can't kill, you can't kill."

After washing my feet, I got into bed, and felt that all the strength in my body was pulled away, and I was very sore.

"It's still the same sentence. Handle the specific situation and deal with it according to the script. It's easy to make troubles. We are a motley crew. If you really meet someone who is stubborn and able to fight in the future, you can tell me what to do. What do you want to do? I want that What are you doing Wei, when King Fu comes, you still need my Wei Wei?"

After Song Beiyun finished speaking, he turned over and hugged Miaoyan's slender waist: "You're lucky today, I'm really tired. Otherwise, I'll definitely have to interfere with you."

"Oh, just twist it off and let you go to be the eunuch of the Eight Tigers."

"That's all right, all right, don't cross the stage, that's a matter of the Ming Dynasty." Song Beiyun yawned: "Why do you say you're sleepy and can't sleep?"

"You really don't plan to serve in the army in the future?"

"I really don't plan." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "I'm too tired, I'm really tired. During this period of fighting, my whole body is almost mentally split. I tried my best not to kill me, but it still appeared. More than 2000 casualties. In the future, if you really encounter a life-and-death battle of 10 people, you say... I am so fragile, must I be crazy?"

"I still think you should kill that man."

"Don't worry about it, the reorganization will start tomorrow. His handling will not be determined until King Fu encircles him. I'll convict him of dereliction of duty, and he won't be able to receive soldiers for the time being. As for the follow-up rebellion, low cost of rebellion, etc. When our technology surpasses hot and cold weapons, no one will dare to rebel."

After Song Beiyun finished speaking, he leaned into Miaoyan's ear and whispered a few words, Miaoyan rolled his eyes and turned around: "I'm sleepy."

"Hey... help me."

"I don't care." Miao Yan snorted: "The goodwill has almost returned to zero, so don't care."

"I haven't settled the score with you yet, are you playing me like butter?" Song Beiyun leaned over and forced the witty words against the wall: "There must be some small compensation, mental damage fee!"

Miao Yan didn't talk to him anymore, Xiao Song didn't bother him anymore, after all, he was really tired.

From the very beginning, many people said that what he did was inappropriate. After all, his policy was too gentle and not murderous in the face of rebels.But he doesn't care, these people haven't grasped the essence at all.

First of all, he is a temporary commander. His duty is to go all the way to the bottom lane, and he doesn't care about the rest. Moreover, if there is no accident, he will join the team of King Fu and Duke Ding if he can't reach Guizhou. At that time, the command will be relinquished.

Furthermore, what is the trend of refugees?He started his business by eating the rebels, and now that he has dealt with it severely, what do those rebel generals in Zhao'an think?This is a factor of instability. Everyone eats and eats, so there is no need to be so radical.

The wise words are correct, but they are not suitable for the current state.Again, when it comes to tactics, ten Song Beiyuns may not be able to make good words, but fifty good words are no match for this kind of careful thinking.

He doesn't need the long-term stability of his subordinates now, as long as the short-term profit is maximized, and this maximization can ensure the smooth completion of his plan in the next few months.

As for the future, Fu Wang is the big boss among the big bosses. When the two troops are combined and the proportion of the rebels is diluted, he can deal with whoever he wants, and he can deal with it as he wants.

Now Song Beiyun just builds himself a Confucian general, what kindness does not command soldiers is bullshit, Song Beiyun is kind, he took advantage of the chaos to kill all the rebellious governors in the city, just to appease the heart of the rebel general , so that they don't have to worry about being cut in the back.

Of course this matter is against the rules, but what else can he do?He is not a regular army, he was set up by a grass-roots team, and maybe a single defeat can disintegrate this army, and without those rebels, he has no chance of winning.

A smart person like Miao Yan likes to look at things from the perspective of God. If he is not in charge of the family, he does not know how expensive he is. He is always smooth on paper, but he is really blind in practice. If it were not for his refugee policy, he would probably still be resting in Nanchang City now!

He fell asleep at some point, and it was Xiaoyu who woke him up in the morning. He had a lot of military and political affairs to deal with, and he felt dizzy just looking at it.

At the regular morning meeting, he said listlessly to the soldiers under his seat: "Everyone, nearly 500% of you are surrendered generals. I don't know the reason for your rebellion, but I have already told you. You'd better think about why I did this, and then you still have some meaning in your heart, I don't mind, I just have 500 people come and [-] people go, but what you will face is King Fu and Dingguo Gong. If you want to try Prince Fu's ability, you can try it. If you win, you will be the new God of War in the Song Dynasty. If you lose, you will not be ashamed. Be careful in your next life."

The audience was silent, and Song Beiyun tapped on the table lightly: "I have already thought of your worries, let me tell you this, I will find a way to make peace for everyone, but at the same time, I don't want to see Da Song become a seventy The sloppy Da Song, do you understand?"

Everyone stood up and clasped their fists at Song Beiyun: "I am willing to die for Shuai Yun!"

"I don't want your lives. I'm protecting your lives." Song Beiyun pointed to his head: "I'm using my head to guarantee yours. Just don't let me down. Those who can sit here today People, in the future, you will be promoted to the ranks. Regardless of whether you are traitors or not, as long as you make achievements on the battlefield, everything can be erased. As for the small thoughts in your heart, you have also seen that Nanchang and Changsha were quickly If you win, do you still think Kang Wang can succeed? Use your brains and don't be instigated by others."

After Song Beiyun finished speaking, he continued to give them a brainwash, probably about the imagination of the whole north in the future, saying that if these people are lucky, they will be able to see the restoration of China and the country, and if they are not complete, they will be able to restore the demeanor of the big man and fight to the Western Regions Go, go to Dashi, go to Beihai!

After a morning meeting and an afternoon of affairs, Song Beiyun felt exhausted. He returned from the barracks early to the temporary recruiting room, and lay on the bed without eating.

"Are you sick?" Miao Yan came over and pressed his hand on his forehead: "Fortunately, he doesn't have a fever."

"Tired." Song Beiyun held Miaoyan's hand and interlocked his fingers: "Tell me, if there is a next life, can I see you again?"

"What silly words?" Miao Yan pressed his nose: "This life has just begun."

Song Beiyun tilted his head, let go of his hands, and closed his eyes.

"Grass! Isn't it?" Miao Yan jumped up and punched Song Beiyun in the chest.

"Ah..." Song Beiyun was punched and jumped up: "I, Cao... are you going to kill me?"

"You...you just seemed dead."

"I'm just tired, I lie down and squint for a while..."

"Then you're in that state...fuck you!" Miao Yan was really frightened, she was so angry that she grabbed Song Beiyun's arm and took a bite: "You are really a bastard!"

"No, cardiopulmonary resuscitation is not like that, you beat like that... You beat the living people to death."

Just as Song Beiyun was about to teach Miaoyan about cardiopulmonary resuscitation, Xiaoyu interrupted his good deed again... In fact, it wasn't "again", anyway, as long as he was alone with Miaoyan, he was "always" doing good deeds.

"Lord Song, the local gentry has come to pay a visit and invited you to a banquet."

"Go!" Song Beiyun sat up from the bed: "Remember, you can't tell anyone that I'm uncomfortable. I must always be strong and vigorous."

"Why?" Miao Yan turned his head to look at Song Beiyun: "This person is difficult enough."

Song Beiyun smiled wryly and said, "Once I get sick, this messy army will disband immediately, and maybe there will be a second rebellion. Remember, we are a bunch of mobs."

After he finished speaking, he took a bottle of golden water and drank it down, then wiped his mouth: "Go ahead."

"What is this?"

"Cold ginseng extract!" Song Beiyun chuckled, "One bite would kill a tiger."

Seeing Song Beiyun, who was obviously exhausted but still working hard to socialize, Miaoyan felt a pain in her heart for no reason, and she sighed softly: "It's not easy for a man in any era."

And Song Beiyun, who went outside, moved his neck. Xiaoyu saw that he was not in a good condition, so he asked in a low voice, "Master Song, are you alright?"

"I'm tired. I haven't had a good night's sleep in the past month." Song Beiyun yawned: "After tomorrow's rest, I must take good care of myself for a few days."

At the same time, the imperial counter-insurgency army had arrived in Jiangzhou and was about to enter Jiujiang County.

However, because the sky was getting dark, it was difficult for the army to move forward, so they chose a place to set up camp.

Not long after the camp was set up, a report came from the front, saying that Song Beiyun had captured Changsha City.

Ding Guogong saw this report, made some calculations, then turned to the general and said, "Hurry up, the striker may not be able to withstand it."

"Duke, didn't the good news come just now?"

"It is precisely because of this that Song Beiyun's foundation is based on the rebel army, and the foundation is unstable. The more the battle line is stretched, the more difficult it will be for him. Without the help of the court, even if he loses one battle, he may collapse. The battlefield How can there be a long-term victorious general above? Even Fu Wang Qiansui may not be able to achieve such a situation and still win a long-term victory, hurry up!" Ding Guogong looked serious: "If Nanchang and Changsha are lost, this battle will be difficult."

Chapter 293: On February 2 of the second year

After a seven-day rest, Song Beiyun set off again. This time he brought a good word, because Changsha City is not reliable. Although the main defenders of the city are still the team he brought out from Nanchang, the proportion of the rebels in the rear Higher it is, it would be really unwise to leave a good word in this place.

The army set out, and this time it has become a torrent. Compared with the small team of thousands of people, the tens of thousands of troops are really scary.

The news of the rebellion kept coming from the front, and even the rebels who had taken down two important cities have learned to be good now. They seem to have carefully analyzed Song Beiyun's tactics. Now the cities behind are probably unable to use surprise attacks. They have even started to fortify the wall and clear the field to defend against Song Beiyun, and it is impossible to play small tricks.

Because of the degree of organization, Song Beiyun's army is absolutely invincible, so after starting from Changsha City, their marching speed slowed down significantly. The main reason is that they carefully escorted the food and grass and moved forward slowly. Originally, they could march hundreds of miles in a day. , Now when I go out in the morning, I can still see the shadow of Changsha City when I look back in the evening.