After the Rebirth of the Red Chamber

When the army first arrived at the border, Hou Lin sent scouts to investigate the enemy's situation while repairing, and finally decided to send troops on the third day to investigate the enemy's reality.

This was an uncertain battle, so Hou Lin naturally would not send Jia Jing and Niu Deng, two close ministers of the emperor, to go there.

The one he sent was originally a side branch of the Duke of Qi's mansion, in his 40s, who had also been on the battlefield before, and also ordered a job under the command of the King of Beijing.

But Niu Deng was eager for meritorious service and easy to take risks, so he begged Hou Lin again and again to let him lead the army and make them both lieutenants.

Jia Jing thought for a while, and stuffed the few Jia family children brought here this time, all for experience.

Seeing this, Niu Deng also stuffed some of the Niu family's children in.

As for their safety, there is no need to worry. Both Jia Jing and Niu Deng sent people to take care of them.

Jia Jing's move was also to let them know that the reason for bringing them here was not to take credit for it, but to let them do it themselves.

In the past few years, Jia Jing's prestige in the clan has become stronger and stronger, and this time the candidates are all self-motivated, but no one complains.

On the fourth day when they were stationed in Bianjun, the team that Hou Lin sent out to test the enemy's strength had just set out for less than half a day. Standing on a temporary shelf and looking at Jia Jing in the distance, he saw a group of remnants of defeated soldiers returning in embarrassment.

How is this going?

How long has it been since Niu Deng hadn't come into close combat with the enemy, so why did he retreat?

Jia Jing became suspicious, hurried down from the lookout tower, and hurried to the big tent to report to Hou Lin and King Beijing.

——After they trimmed it, the two handsome tents were merged.

Moreover, the king of Beijing knew that he was wrong, so he secretly respected Hou Lin in his actions.

"General, my lord, there is a group of people coming from the northwest direction towards the camp. The armor looks like my Great Xia army. However, the group described it as being in a state of distress, as if they were defeated and came back in a state of embarrassment."

Hou Lin's heart moved, and King Bei Jing suddenly stood up: "Northwest? It's Xing'er!"

It was only then that Jia Jing realized that the so-called attack on the side camp by Prince Jing's son was heading northwest.

It's just...is there a tent for Wala over there?

Don't allow him to think too much, the King of Beijing Jing has already left in a hurry.

Hou Lin was afraid that if he cared about it, he would be confused, so he hurriedly followed him, and told Jia Jing: "Order the former army to be on guard, in case of fraud."

"Yes." Jia Jing stepped out quickly, summoned the former army to draw the soldiers out of their sheaths, and put them on full alert.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Prince Jing said angrily, "That's my star!"

Jia Jing pointed down his sword and cupped his sword: "My lord, although these people are wearing my Daxia armor, they may be pretending to be Wala people. To be cautious, it's better to be on guard."

Apart from his elder son who was almost grown up, King Beijing Jing only had a concubine who was only eight years old.

He has always loved the son very much. Hearing Jia Jing's words, he seemed to be cursing the son, how could he not be angry?

"What nonsense are you talking about? Huangkou kid, his hair hasn't even grown yet, so he's telling me to fight!"

King Beijing said angrily, "Get out of the way, this king is going to meet my son."

Jia Jing glanced at Hou Lin in embarrassment, and seeing Hou Lin nodded, he waved his hand and signaled the soldiers to make way for King Beijing to go out.

King Bei Jing hurried out, and the gap behind him closed immediately.

Not long after, the group of people was right in front of them.

Jia Jing signaled the archers to draw their bows and nock their arrows, and ordered them to stop.

Those people slowly slowed down their horses, even got off their horses, and led them to the front.

General Wang, who was originally stationed at the border gate, said to Hou Lin in a low voice: "The leaders, I recognize you humblely, are all the guards of the prince of Beijing."

Hou Lin asked, "Can the son be among them?"

General Wang took a closer look, then shook his head lightly: "Humble, I don't see anyone who looks like a prince."

Hou Lin's complexion changed, and he said, "It's broken!"

The idea in my heart is just the opposite.

He thought: Great!

These three words are the true portrayal of Hou Lin's heart.

On the other side, King Beijing already asked about Mercury's whereabouts in a group voice.

Several of Mercury's personal guards knelt on the ground "Putong, Putong", and one of them said in a trembling voice, "I was ambushed by the Oirats on the road, and my son...he was captured by the Oirats."

"What?" King Beijing Jing's eyes darkened, and he almost fell down.

His guards yelled "Prince", while supporting him with all their might.

He pushed the supporting person away, and with a forceful effort of both hands, he grabbed the collar of the person who answered, and shouted angrily: "Then why are you back? What are you still doing?"

Seeing that he was so emotional and lost his composure, Hou Lin hurriedly stepped forward to comfort him: "My lord, don't be impatient. The most urgent thing is to find a way to rescue the prince."

"Yes, yes, the savior." As if he had grasped the key point, King Bei Jing let go of the man's collar, turned around and grabbed Hou Lin's hand, "Duke Xiu, we need a savior."

"Don't worry, my lord, don't worry my lord." Hou Lin had no choice but to appease him first, and he wouldn't let him know what was going on in his heart.

After King Beijing became less agitated, Hou Lin led him to the big tent to discuss military affairs.

King Beijing's attitude towards Oala simply jumped from one extreme to the other.

Previously, he seemed to have been frightened by the ferocity and savagery of the Oirats, and he often shirked when discussing military affairs.

But now, he is too active, thinking about sending troops to save his son.

And Hou Lin didn't know what he was thinking, but he actually agreed to the request of the king of Beijing to lead the troops in person.

It should be noted that when it comes to using troops, impetuosity is the most taboo, not to mention that the king of Beijing is upset at this time?

Just when Jia Jing was puzzled, Hou Lin turned around and arranged for Jia Jing to be the deputy general of the King of Beijing, so that he could assist the King of Beijing for a good life.

Jia Jing raised his eyebrows, clasped his hands in agreement, and patiently waited for Hou Lin's next instruction.

Sure enough, before dispatching troops, Hou Lin secretly told Jia Jing: "The king of Beijing Jing is restless, and he will inevitably act recklessly. Your priority in everything is to preserve your troops."

This means that if the king of Beijing is in danger, can he not save him?

In other words, Jia Jing can understand it on a deeper level, directly causing King Beijing to come and go?

Jia Jing felt that before they left the capital, the sage must have given Hou Lin the same advice as Hou Lin had told him.

But it is true, which emperor would wait to see a king with a different surname?

Jia Jing nodded solemnly, and early the next morning, he followed the King of Beijing to send troops.

A group of 3000 people hid in a patch of tall grass five miles away from the enemy camp, and the King of Beijing Jing specially sent a scout out.

Two hours later, the scout returned and brought back the news that the prince was being held alone in a small tent on the side of the king's tent.

Jia Jing's eyes froze, and his eyes lightly swept across the body of King Beijing Jing.

——It seems that the lineage of King Beijing has stayed at the border for so many years, and he is also an eyeliner among the Wala people.

This made Jia Jing have to wonder: Since there are eyeliners among the Wala people, why can't they make preparations for the matter of knocking off the pass?

After receiving the news of the son, King Bei Jing took Jia Jing and another lieutenant surnamed Cui to plan how to rescue the son.

Vice General Cui proposed to attack at night and light a fire in the camp of the Wala people. After the Wala people bombed the camp, they would snatch the prince and withdraw in the chaos.

This proposal was strongly supported by the King of Beijing Jing, and Jia Jing naturally would not sing the opposite of himself.

The darkest time of day is before dawn;

The time when a person sleeps the deepest is also before dawn;

And the best time for a sneak attack is naturally before dawn.

A group of them tied the horse's hooves with hay, stuffed the horse's mouth with a bit, and sneaked into the enemy camp without a sound.

When King Beijing gave an order, the people rode their horses indiscriminately in the camp, while cutting down or pulling out the torches that illuminated the camp. When they saw tents, they threw them on fire, and when they saw people wearing Oirat costumes, they killed them.

The Wala camp was suddenly attacked, and it was in a mess. A commander waved a saber while shouting, and quickly organized a group of people.

Bei Jing Wang said: "Don't love to fight, let's rush over. Drive!"

Kicking the horse's belly, the 3000-man horse immediately turned into a torrent and a sharp knife, rushing straight through the newly organized team, leaving behind corpses along the way.

Jia Jing killed someone for the first time, and his hands were still shaking a little.

But when he stretched out his tongue to remove the warm liquid from the corner of his mouth, the fishy and salty taste spread in his mouth, and he suddenly became excited again.

He thought: I am indeed the son of the Jia family, and the blood of the Jia family is shed in my bones. Only on the battlefield can I feel this unparalleled excitement!

This was the excitement and satisfaction that he had never experienced when he passed the Jinshi examination in his previous life and was holy in the Golden Luan Hall.

Riding the horse and raising the sword, raising the sword with the hand and falling, or an enemy is cut under the sword, or a torch is picked up by the blade, and thrown into a crowded place or a nearby camp.

It was clearly Jia Jing's first time on the battlefield, and the things he knew so well were obviously just talking on paper.

However, from the moment the first enemy died under his knife, what his father and uncle taught him had already begun to integrate.

"Quick, this way!" King Beijing urged the crowd, and at the same time led them to rush towards the Wara people's tent.

Jia Jing rushed with him while paying attention to the situation on the left and right. Seeing that the closer he was to the king's tent, the more the Oirats gathered and the more organized their actions were, he knew that today was the goal and could not be achieved.

"My lord, I can't charge anymore." Jia Jingce immediately stepped forward to dissuade King Beijing.

Although King Bei Jing is anxious to rescue the prince, he is not a fool.

The current situation is very unfavorable to them. If he insists on going forward, they may not be able to go back.

"Go, go back." Taking a deep look at Wang Zhang, King Beijing gritted his teeth, led the people to turn around, looked for a place with few people, and rushed out of the enemy's camp all the way.

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