Quick Wear: Give the Resentful Man a Home

When Song Zhen heard that he could not enter Wuyun Village, a mischievous smile appeared on his face.

Although he didn't understand why he had to target these two people in his memory, the person he trusted most in this world was himself.

Seeing the words he had left behind, Song Zhen did not hesitate at all and immediately sent people to the theater to arrest the person, but he was unexpectedly one step too late.

He hurriedly sent the person to Wuyun Village, but he was still a step too late.

He suddenly became a little anxious, but quickly calmed down.

He is a first-rank general in charge of 100,000 soldiers and horses. When the entire north is at war, he is the most powerful force in the southern border.

Song Zhen didn't understand where the two men got the confidence to compete with him.

It's just a mountain. Even the highest mountain is made up of stones. He blasts a piece today and digs a pile tomorrow. There are so many people doing the labor.

There is no need to worry that there will never be a day when the mountain can be flattened.

"General, I have found out that Wuyun Village has more than 2000 people in total, but their real combat power is no more than a thousand people. Most of their assets are in Qingting City. Now that the weather has cooled down, people from other villages have estimated that the food stored in Wuyun Village should be able to sustain them for more than two months."

Two months later, Song Zhen looked at the topographic map and asked, "Is it possible to attack the mountain?"

The deputy general hesitated for a moment and said, "The terrain of Qingting Mountain is very special. There is water on the north and south sides, and steep peaks and cliffs on the east and west sides. The possibility of attacking the mountain is very low."

Song Zhen: "Really? That's impossible. If it's really that dangerous, how did the people from Wuyun Village get out?"

"Go tell the people in the four surrounding cities that the imperial court has come to suppress the bandits. Anyone who can offer a way to enter Qingting Mountain will be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold."

The deputy general wanted to say something but hesitated, but his general's personality was really difficult to deal with, so he held back and said nothing.

Strictly speaking, the bandits in Wuyun Village cannot be called bandits. They have become wealthy and powerful over the years, and have not come out to rob people for a long time. They just bully people occasionally, but the conflicts are not as serious as those of the strong men at the entrance of the village.

Neither Qingting nor Lin'an deliberately provoked these people who were hiding in the mountains and refused to come out.

Suddenly I felt a little confused.

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Duan Wu and Wu Xiaoyun once again pretended to be a couple and came to the foot of the mountain. When they heard that Song Zhen's people were already asking about the method of entering the mountain, they looked a little solemn.

They ran away with their skills, but the people of Wuyun Village, the old, the weak and the children of the entire Wu family could not stand it. More importantly, the people in the village regarded Wuyun Village as their home.

Rather than leaving home and becoming homeless, they would rather fight to the death with Song Zhen.

Duan Wu could not understand this sense of belonging, but he had no intention of running away.

In this era, the gap between them and Song Zhen can be said to be a world of difference. With a team of thousands of people, each of them is strong and powerful, and they can be reported wherever they go.

There's no way to escape. It's nonsense to say that a thousand people can stop a hundred thousand people. The most legendary military strategy in the world doesn't teach this technique.

Duan Wu sat in the tavern and listened to the people next to him talking about Song Zhen's deeds in recent days, frowning secretly.

After half an incense stick of time, Wu Xiaoyun finally came back from outside. Duan Wu saw the blood on his wrist and his eyes shone. "Are you injured?"

Wu Xiaoyun rubbed it in his clothes, and didn't intend to explain it casually, just comforted him, "No, I dealt with a small bastard."

Seeing that they were coming, the waiter walked over to the two of them with a pot in his hand and said, "Sir, what would you like to eat?"

"Bring me four roast chickens and a pot of wine." Wu Xiaoyun said.

"Okay, wait a moment." After saying that, he was about to leave the table to serve the dishes, but Wu Xiaoyun stopped him with his hand, "You waiter, why don't you ask my wife what she wants to eat?"

The waiter was dumbfounded, and quickly reacted and slapped himself lightly with a smile, "Madam, what would you like to eat?"

He had a smile on his face, but he felt a little devastated in his heart. He had been working as a waiter for more than ten years, but he had never heard of four roast chickens being eaten by one person!

But looking at Wu Xiaoyun's figure, it is not surprising. A tiger has to eat three chickens a day. This guy is no less than a tiger.

Duan Wu ordered two dishes at random and found Wu Xiaoyun cute despite his somewhat scary appearance.

Wu Xiaoyun felt a little embarrassed when Duan Wu looked at him, but he felt proud in his heart when his eyes were on him. It was like being stared at by someone with eyes that seemed to want to eat him.

When Duan Wu wears women's clothes, he will use opera makeup to cover up his prominent Adam's apple and facial contours. He was originally beautiful, and now dressed like this, it is even more difficult to tell whether he is a man or a woman.

This was not the first time Wu Xiaoyun had seen this, but the more he looked at it, the more he liked it. He thought that the next time it was his turn, he would let Duan Wu wear this outfit.

"Do you want to poke a hole in me with your eyes?" Duan Wu poured himself a glass of wine, took a quick sip and didn't like the taste, so he put it down.

Wu Xiaoyun emptied the bowl in one gulp, wiped his mouth and said with a smile, "My lady, look good. When these things are settled, I want to see you at home every day."

He spat out sweet words as if they were free. Wu Xiaoyun never hid his love for Duan Wu and wanted to show him his heart.

He still remembered that they had started off wrong the first time, and was afraid that Duan Wu would think he was not attentive enough.

There was a sudden movement outside the tavern. The two men stood up and saw from upstairs that soldiers on horseback were speeding through the street.

Wu Xiaoyun looked thoughtful when he saw his flag. "He is a messenger. How come he appears in Qingting City?"

"There is no war in the south. What is Song Zhen asking them to find out, or is there something wrong with the camp?"

"I'm afraid they have already figured out the situation in the village and are now going back to plan an attack."

Duan Wu looked at the length of the queue and shook his head. "If they were heading for Wuyun Village, there wouldn't be so many messengers. This is obviously a regular scout team of the army."

On the other side, a huge curse broke out in the temporary general's mansion. Song Zhen grabbed the collar of the messenger and asked in disbelief, "They came to arrest me. They are trapped in the north fighting against the Hu people. Why do they come to arrest me?"

"General, it's not the northern court, it's the Rui King who is stationed in Haizhou!"

Song Zhen was stunned, and then he remembered that there was a little mouse hiding in that barbarian land.

"Why does King Rui suddenly attack me when he has so many troops?" Song Zhen was confused. Why would someone he had never heard of suddenly target him?

"The advance team already has 20,000 people, and the follow-up troops will be no less than that."

Song Zhen pushed the man to the ground and cursed him, saying he was sick.

Wouldn't it be good for everyone to live in peace in the south? This is to make the entire country, both the north and the south, restless.

There are indeed more ruthless people among the ruthless ones.

Song Zhen frowned. The appearance of Prince Rui was too coincidental. He suddenly thought of the silk book he left behind. He felt that he had found some clues, but he couldn't connect them.

He cannot fight, and the 100,000 soldiers and horses are just a bluff. If he really had 100,000 soldiers, he would never hide in the south.

Damn it, they all lied about the troops. How could someone really bring 20,000 people to fight him? There were 20,000 advance troops and at least 30,000 follow-up troops.

Song Zhen suppressed his temper and decided to find out what Prince Rui's intentions were.

Do you want to live a good life, or do you want to point your sword to the north and fight for the position of the world?