Vol 2 Chapter 1069: Suppose Yuan Yong

Yang Ji has been in the northwest for many years. He has been on the battlefield and fought in the battlefield.
Calling him a literary and military all-rounder, he can afford it.
In Jiangnan officialdom, the situation is complicated, and the family is deeply rooted. Countless officials smashed and settled in Jiangnan. They were either jailed or collaborating.
Being in the Jiangnan officialdom, wanting to be alone, or even doing a career, before Yang Ji, all this was a dream.
Only Yang Ji, in just a few years, not only overthrew the former governor of Jiangnan, but also overthrew the Jiangnan officialdom.
The Jiangnan officialdom earthquake was caused by him.
He used his own power to purge Jiangnan officialdom, and his fame moved the world.
He offended countless people, and countless people followed him as an example.
Especially the scholars outside Jiangnan openly wrote articles and flattered him, calling him a famous minister in the world and a role model for my generation.
Those who hate him can't wait to peel his skin and drink his blood.
Those who admire him can't wait to set up a shrine for him and respect him as a sage.
Now that the empress ordered him to command the military in the south, it was obvious that the empress wanted to reuse him.
Not surprisingly, the next Zhongshu Ling will be Yang Ji.
As a famous minister in the world, even though he is still young and many people are not convinced, Yang Ji, the uncle of the country, is willing to listen to him, and other arrogant soldiers can only swallow unwillingness and anger and listen to his commands.
The war started, from the imperial court to the local government, quickly revolving around the war.
At the same time, the northern prairie is also fighting.
It's just that the scale of the war is far from the south.
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Yuan Yong's life is sad.
Da Zhou joined King Anxi and broke his business route.
Every checkpoint is replaced by people from the Northwestern Metropolitan Government Mansion to guard against death.
The material was cut off, and a grain of rice was never expected.
Gone are the days of eating meat and drinking alcohol.
The purpose of the Northwest Metropolitan Government is to trap Yuan Yong, who is in short supply.
Yuan Yong was forced to grow sweet potatoes on the pasture to solve the ration problem.
Because of the lack of materials and the dispersal of people's minds, it cannot be solved by planting sweet potatoes.
The people under him were originally a mob, dozens of small tribes gathered together, of course it was not loyal.
When the wind went down, everyone yelled, everyone respected Yuan Yong as the leader, and was willing to be driven by him to eat under his hands.
When headwinds, everyone is full of complaints, crying poor, and crying hard.
Never thought that before they followed Yuan Yong, their life was worse than they are now.
They only know that the good days are gone.
Yuan Yong was on the blacklist of the Zhou court.
There is no need for the Northwestern Metropolitan Government to send troops to fight them, one day Yuan Yong will be trapped to death.
It is a dead end to continue to follow Yuan Yong.
Can you escape?
How to escape?
Each small tribe is making its own calculations, ready to leave Yuan Yong at any time.
But before leaving, I have to do something good.
People are panicking, everyone's eyes are like hungry wolves, and they may be bitten back at any time.
Uncle Chen was very worried.
He rode a horse and found Yuan Yong by the river.
"My son, people are moving! If you don't take any measures, I'm afraid someone will directly oppose your son."
Yuan Yong took a waist knife and dug out a sweet potato.
"Look, how good this sweet potato grows. When it comes to autumn, let alone harvest hundreds of thousands of kilograms of sweet potatoes. Whether it is for dry food or wine making, it is excellent. A barbarian is a barbarian, and I will always only see the tiny little ones in front of me. Li, never made a long-term plan. Bei Rong was defeated by Da Zhou and he was not wronged."
Uncle Chen was full of sorrow, "The group of barbarians, let them eat sweet potatoes, they can kill people on the spot with knives. They want to drink, they want tea, they want carefully cooked wine and vegetables, they want..."
"The white-eyed wolf who is not fed enough, in that case, it is better to kill it."
When Yuan Yong talked about killing, he spoke lightly, as if to say that the weather is really good today and what to eat.
Uncle Chen stepped forward, "Who is the son going to kill?"
Yuan Yong smiled contemptuously, "Whoever jumps the hardest will kill whoever, and do it tonight. My son wants to kill chickens and monkeys."
"Little one understands, let's prepare now."
Yuan Yong waved his hand, he was relieved of Uncle Chen.
Late that night, the camp shouted and killed.
The blood stained the night, and Uncle Chen led his confidant Erlang to slaughter three or five small tribes in one night, with a population of over a thousand.
The killing lasted from late night to dawn, the waist knife was notched and curled up.
There was blood splattered everywhere on the camp.
A thousand heads are piled up outside the camp gate, everyone can see.
People who are alive have a numb look and fear in their eyes.
The people who were clamoring to leave, now all calm down.
Yuan Yong stood on the high platform and said, "Three days later, we will go south to the grass valley! In these three days, everyone has recharged. If anyone has different ideas, these thousand heads will be your fate. I can make you eat and drink spicy food. Let your heads fall. Respect me as the leader. Who dares not to listen to my orders will kill you without mercy."
Yuan Yong used simple and rude killing methods to restrain his men.
For the time being, the fear of being dominated by a thousand heads, no one dared to leave secretly at this time, and no one dared to disobey Yuan Yong at this time.
Three days later, Yuan Yong led his men and went south to Da Caogu. Plan to rob and improve the situation.
He avoided the city and went deep into the countryside.
In the beginning, everything went smoothly.
Several villages were looted and food improved. People's hearts are also stable.
If the human mind is certain, greater ambition is born.
There is a fart for looting the countryside.
Still have to rob the city.
Don't dare to rob the big city, the head office of the small county.
Everyone is yelling, to do a big vote.
As the leader, Yuan Yong must not go the other way at this time.
It was just when the wind was fighting, if he dared to come back and say to withdraw to the grassland, the people below would dare to touch his camp in the middle of the night and kill him.
Yuan Yong has a clear understanding of the loyalty of these tribesmen.
He sent a large number of scouts to make sure that a certain county was sparsely guarded and could make a vote. Only then did he lead people to kill.
After marching for two days, we arrived at the col.
The county seat is after the mountain pass.
The tribe barbarians could no longer control their bloodthirsty emotions and began to yell.
Yuan Yong looked at the narrow mountain col, but his heart was full of anxiety.
He whispered, "Uncle Chen, if there is an accident in a while, just retreat."
"The son is worried about an ambush ahead?"
"Have to guard! With the style of marching and fighting in the Northwestern Metropolitan Governor's Mansion, if you know that this son is going to raid the county seat, this is the best place to ambush, and they won't miss a chance."
Uncle Chen was startled, "My son, it's better to retreat, now retreat to the grassland."
Yuan Yong looked at the barbarians whose eyes were red with tens of thousands of excitement, "Now this son is hard to ride a tiger. The county seat is in front, you can withdraw, but you must never withdraw at this time."
Chen Bo observed the situation in the army and sighed.
It is indeed impossible to retreat at this time.
"Behind the palace of the young master, the little one leads people to the front."
"Let the most screaming tribes rush forward and test them. You stay with this son."
Uncle Chen named several tribes.
The person who was spotted, drove a horse, carried a knife, and rushed into the mountain col.
The long and narrow col has an end.
successfully passed.
Yuan Yong was suspicious.
He waited until the team passed two-thirds before he drove his horse forward.
boom!
The sky is falling apart!
The horses roared and ran wildly.
The barbarians who had never seen the power of a cannon, like the horse under him, were panicked.
"Is the ground moving?"
"This is a punishment!"
"Who dares to confuse the people with deceit, kill without mercy!"
boom!
There was another loud noise, and the team was cut into three sections.
Countless Dazhou soldiers, densely packed, emerged from various hills and rushed from top to bottom.
The two sides fought a fierce life-and-death battle in the narrow mountain col.
Chen Zhuangshi took his soldiers and rode on a certain hill.
"That person is Yuan Yong!"
"Watch him closely. If he escapes, chase me! Empress Empress has given a death order, she must carry Yuan Yong's head back to Beijing. If Yuan Yong can't be killed, Lao Tzu's head must be accounted for here."
"Not good! Yuan Yong is afraid to escape if he hides it."
"What are you doing? Don't rush to ambush in front. Never let him escape."
With Yuan Yong's ability, if he escapes back to the grassland and wants to catch him, it will be extremely difficult.
Your Majesty and the Empress gave only one year to the Northwest Metropolitan Government House. Seeing that most of the time has passed, the Northwest Metropolitan Government House was very anxious.
Your Majesty and Empress will never be polite if you fail to complete the task.
In order to catch Yuan Yong, the court even brought cannons.
Uncle Chen led people to rush to kill Yuan Yong and made a way out for Yuan Yong.
"My son, hurry up!"
Yuan Yong gritted his teeth, "Uncle Chen, must live."
"My son, go!"
On the top of the mountain, Chen Zhuangshi's hands pressed down heavily, and a group of heavy soldiers rushed into the foot of the mountain from the middle of the mountain.
puff!
Puff...
The weapon pierced into the body and made a noise.
Uncle Chen, with gray hair and beard, lowered his head and looked at the spear penetrating his body, spouting a lot of blood from his mouth.
He raised his head and looked into the distance, the sunlight came out for some reason, the light dazzling.
Son, you must escape.
The little one can no longer follow the son.
"what……"
With a roar, Uncle Chen completed his final mission with his flesh and blood, and was loyal forever.
puff……
More weapons penetrated his body.
His last blow was halfway through.
But even if he died, he never gave up the weapon in his hand, never gave up his loyalty, and did not disappoint Zhou Jin's trust in him.
Son, I tried my best!
He finally swallowed his last breath.
He can't stand his eyes!
He opened his eyes wide and looked into the distance.
Son, you must escape!