Chapter Thirteen Young and energetic

Early the next morning, Li Fuming, the commander-in-chief of Tashan, sent Zhao Yu out of Tashan and all the way to Lianshan Pass. His reluctance to give up could be seen by anyone.

Li Fuming guards Tashan. This is a military matter and cannot be left without permission. So he sent the leader of the servants who had reported the news to Songshan yesterday to lead the way with 20 servants and cavalry, and rushed to Songshan with Zhao Yu.

There was also a cart accompanying him, with two horses as a frame, making a sound. There is an iron cone on the cart. The handle is one foot long, as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and has an eight-sided cone head at the front, which is dark and big.

This iron cone is made of thick iron. It is not a magic weapon, but it is better because of the word "heavy". An iron cone is ten feet long and weighs more than five hundred and fifty kilograms.

Li Fuming ordered Tashan craftsmen to build it overnight.

It doesn't require any forging skills, just melt some crude iron, pour it into a mold, and quench and cool it.

Weapons like this have never been seen before. The cone head alone weighs two hundred pounds. If you use it, you will die if you rub it, if you touch it, you will die!

Zhao Yu was extremely satisfied.

This awl is big enough and heavy enough. It can stand up to the tossing and is easy to swing, so it can be used if you make do with it.

So we arrived at Songshan Fort without saying anything.

Standing outside the fort, Zhao Yu was slightly lost in thought.

The Songshan Fort ten years later will be very different from the one ten years ago. At that time, Songshan Fort was the most prosperous place within a hundred miles. I still remember what I saw and heard when I came here with my parents several times, especially the candied haws sellers on the street. Whenever I came here, my mother would hold me in my arms and I would first look around. Where is the candied haws?

Now this Songshan Fort is completely a military town.

Where is the prosperity? It was clearly a scene of chilling.

Even the gate and walls of the fort have become extremely different.

For a moment, Zhao Yu felt a little depressed.

Hong Chengchou maintained his identity and would not personally come out to greet a civilian warrior. It was Wu Sangui who greeted him outside the fort. Wu Sangui was an extraordinary person. Since Li Chengliang's family in Liaodong, the number of generals included the ancestral family and the Wu family.

The Zu family is Zu Dashou’s family, and the Wu family is Wu Xiang’s family. There is still a marriage relationship between the two families. Zu Dashou is Wu Sangui's uncle.

The Guan Ning cavalry and Liaodong elites were firmly in the hands of the Wu and Zu families, and they had a vague air of warlords.

It seems that it was Li Chengliang's fault. Li Chengliang was good at fighting and suppressed all the tribes in Liaodong to death during his lifetime. Even the wild boar Pinurhaci was his slave godson. But Li Chengliang was also greedy for power, fearing that if he wiped out the barbarians in Liaodong, his cunning rabbit would die and his lackeys would be cooked. So the thief respects himself.

It was clear that the slave was actually raised by Li Chengliang through indulgence.

This opened the door for those who came after us to have the same idea. At the end of Wanli and the beginning of Tianqi, Ming Dynasty still had an absolute advantage over Liaodong. But for the sake of his own power and to get a large amount of military pay from the court every year, the Liaodong town general either exaggerated or concealed it, and used various means to preserve his own strength, while allowing the Liaodong barbarians to grow.

Now it has finally gotten out of hand.

Every year I hide, I hide, I hide, I hide, I get scared. Once this army loses its spirit, how can it possibly win the war? The Battle of Sarhu was a complete defeat, and the Ming Dynasty was in a state of despair externally.

As Qilin'er, the general of Liaodong, Wu Sangui is also a proud and arrogant person. I heard that there was a person like Zhao Yu yesterday, and I didn’t believe it from the bottom of my heart.

But after all, the facts are before our eyes, and it’s okay not to believe them.

But he wanted to see what kind of person this man was who could fight against ten thousand by one person.

To expose him!

So I invited myself to come and greet him.

Wu Sangui actually arrived at the city gate early, but did not show up and remained on the city tower. From a distance, he saw the messenger coming in a rush, and his eyes fell on Zhao Yu.

Without him, Zhao Yu is really special.

First of all, he is tall.

Wu Sangui is also a strong fighter, and his figure is naturally not inferior to that of most people. But compared to Zhao Yu, he was far behind.

Secondly, Zhao Yu’s clothes are extremely rustic. Wearing a short coat and cloth shoes, he was clearly a young boy from a farm family.

Again, it was the war horse under Zhao Yu’s crotch.

The war horse is also a sacred horse. As Huang Taiji's younger brother, Azige is a rare figure among the Tatars, so this horse is naturally extraordinary.

A flash of jealousy flashed in Wu Sangui's eyes.

What qualifications does Duanduan, a farm boy, have to ride such a majestic war horse?

I saw this group of people stopping at the foot of the city, and saw the peasant boy-looking figure turning over. Wu Sangui thought for a while, his eyes flashed, then turned around and walked down the city gate tower.

Zhao Yuzheng was looking at things and thinking about people, when he suddenly heard a voice coming from his ear: "I must be facing Zhao Zhuangshi, who can defeat ten thousand people with one person?"

Zhao Yu couldn't help but frowned. Why did these words sound harsh?

But Zhao Yu didn't care.

He did not come to join the army to perform meritorious service and sell his skills to the emperor. Just for revenge.

I absolutely do not want to deal with these generals of the imperial court unless necessary.

When his eyes were fixed, he saw a person in front of him, riding a war horse, staring down at him with a bird's eye view.

Zhao Yu nodded lightly: "I am Zhao Yu. Who are you."

"Be bold!"

Some of the soldiers on the left and right shouted: "How dare you act so arrogantly in front of General Wu!"

Another shouted: "Why don't you bow down quickly!"

Zhao Yu's eyes turned cold and he ignored him: "Where is Governor Hong?"

Wu Sangui frowned and said with a smile: "Of course the governor is in the house. Mr. Zhao, I heard that you not only beheaded Azig, but also defeated his eight thousand army. I don't know how you broke it. ?”

Zhao Yu understood.

Is this disbelief, or jealousy?

"Your surname is Wu?" Zhao Yu asked, "What is your name?"

Wu Sangui frowned: "I am General Wu Sangui."

"It turns out to be General Wu Sangui." Zhao Yu sneered: "It turns out he is also a villain."

He, Zhao Yu, was also young and vigorous, and Wu Sangui's provocations again and again showed that he was not a son of a man. How could Zhao Yu give him a good look?

"Villain?!"

Wu Sangui was furious, raised his hand and whipped him with a horsewhip.

He shouted: "I will go through life and death, you are just a pariah..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yu grabbed the riding whip, ripped off the horse's back, and threw it to the ground.

Just like when dealing with a little brat, Zhao Yu raised his foot and kicked Wu Sangui out. Then he turned to the head of Li Fuming's servants and said, "Let's go into the city."

The head servant also couldn't stand Wu Sangui's behavior. Zhao Yu's feats were deeply imprinted on the mind of the servant leader. He only had awe for Zhao Yu, just like the God of War in his mind. How could he be slandered?

He also chuckled and said: "Zhao Zhuangzi, please come forward."

About to enter the city.

Wu Sangui's soldiers were still confused. How could they be willing to do anything after seeing this? On one side, a few people helped Wu Sangui up with all their hands and feet, and the rest immediately surrounded Zhao Yu and his party with their swords and guns unsheathed, shouting: "Where are the savages from who dare to beat the generals in the army?" !”

As soon as this sentence came out, Wu Sangui, who had just recovered his breath, turned red and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. Beat up the general? What does this mean? Isn't this general in the army too fragile?

Zhao Yu's expression finally turned completely cold.

In Zhao Yu's understanding, whether it was his father's words and deeds when he was a child, or his master's instructions, there was only one thing, and that was to repay kindness with kindness and repay hatred with kindness.

If you mess with me, be prepared to get beaten!

Then he stretched out his hand and saw three or five of Wu Sangui's soldiers in front of him spun like tops. They were dizzy, their swords and guns fell to the ground, and then they squatted on their butts and sat on the ground.

Zhao Yu strolled up to Wu Sangui and glanced at him: "I am a martial artist."

Then he turned around and waved to the leader of Li Fuming's family, and went into the city in a grand manner.

Wu Sangui was so cold when he saw Zhao Yu that he looked at him. After recalling his words, he understood immediately. A martial artist, what is a martial artist? The one who speaks with his fists is a martial artist.

This is a warning.

If Wu Sangui continues to entangle, he will not be pulled off the horse, but his head will be taken off!

Wu Sangui shuddered and suddenly felt regretful.

Why should a dignified general in the military compete with a civilian warrior? Is it worth it?

I saw a cart passing by in front of me, with a big iron cone on it, and I couldn't help but say: "This is..."

The driver driving the cart said: "This is the weapon that General Li made specially for Zhao Zhuangshi overnight. It weighs 550 kilograms!"

Wu Sangui and his soldiers were dumbfounded.

...

The group arrived outside the governor's house. The head of the servants stepped forward and said, "Excuse me, please let me know, Zhao Zhuangshi is here."

The guard at the door had been ordered by Hong Chengchou. When he saw this, he said: "The supervisor has already given orders, Zhao Zhuang, please come in."

So he entered the mansion.

This mansion can be considered simple and crude. After all, it is not a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, nor is it a prosperous place in the Central Plains. This is Liaodong, which has gone through wars. Although he is a dignified governor, this mansion is only temporary after all. He took it to the Central Plains and visited the courtyard of a rich man in the countryside.

After some twists and turns, we soon arrived at a side hall. Tea was served again.

Zhao Yu is not impatient. Since Hong Chengchou already wants to see him, it doesn't matter whether he meets him sooner or later.

So he sat quietly and let the tea cool down.

After about two sticks of incense, footsteps finally came.

Then I heard a loud voice: "I neglected Zhuangshi Zhao, it is really because of the complicated military affairs of this governor."

Zhao Yu stood up and saw a middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe and official uniform, with an upright face and a three-inch short beard under his chin, who had just stepped across the threshold.

A closer look revealed that this man was also of great official authority, with a scholarly aura mixed with a ray of edge. Although his expression was quite haggard, he really looked like a supervisor.

Zhao Yu cupped his fists and said, "Zhao Yu, a grassroots man, has met the supervisor."

Just a slight bow.

He kneels to the sky, kneels to the ground and kneels to his parents. Other than that, Zhao Yu doesn't kneel to anyone, not even the emperor on the golden ring. Zhao Yu wanted nothing more from the court, the high officials, and the emperor.

Coupled with a master's kung fu, he also has pride.

If you have no desires, you will be strong and fearless.

Although Hong Chengchou was unhappy, he didn't show it and secretly looked at this young man who didn't look like a weakling. I saw that he was tall and handsome, with a simple face, especially his eyes, which were as deep as a deep pool, calm and bottomless.

You immediately knew that this was indeed not an ordinary person.

So he laughed and slightly arched his hands: "Zhao Zhuang, please sit down."