He made a statement calmly, but Li Biqing's face slowly turned from anger to death. He sat on the ground and murmured: "Forget it, forgot, I really lost..."

Zheng Yunming looked at Yang Sheng. When will he understand the principle of being smart but not showing off?

He asked again: "The news of the failure of Xiangyang has not reached the north yet. In your opinion, what should the Hu people react?"

Li Biqing was silent for a while and said, "Qu appeared in Tangzhou. There was a Jin surrendered army of 3,000 Jin Kingdom, and the leader was Liaoyang Dutik Saribojin. If the jackals really had some arrangements, it should be this army that went south to support the mountainous nights along the foothills of Wudang Mountain. In addition, the army seized more than 100 civilian ships in Junzhou. There were more than 50 ships in Tangzhou. Quchu also ordered to rush to build ships. It is estimated that more than 200 ships can be called now. The army may also take a boat down the Han River along the river."

Zheng Yunming was very satisfied with this answer and ordered: "Take this guy down and take good care of him. This person is extremely cunning. Don't let him escape."

Several Beiwei's personal soldiers came up to escort Li Biqing down. Lu Xunzhi said: "The Tartars are advancing on both water and land, and we must be careful."

"Wudang Mountain has dangers in the forest." When Ge Huai spoke, his beard was trembling: "You only need to give me a thousand people to guard the pass, and no soldiers or soldiers would allow the Mongols to come in."

"Don't be careless." Zheng Yunming pulled out a general from the ebony tube: "Ge Lao led the right-wing camp and the Yi camp to 2,000 people. If he encountered an enemy army, he would quickly return to Xiangyang to defend together."

He took out another general order to Yang Xuan: "Tomorrow morning, lead a thousand soldiers and Zhang Lian and one hundred speedboats to strangle the Han River. If you encounter an enemy ship, you will attack. Don't wait for the city's orders."

Yang Xuan received the general order and said, "How should the chaotic troops in the city be dealt with?"

"I have my own concern tomorrow." Zheng Yunming said this and his tone was so calm that he was scary. Yang Xuan couldn't help but guess:

The manager shouldn't think that he wanted to kill this army that was about to kill ten thousand people directly?

At least the next day, many of the rebels who were driven away by the soldiers and urged to emerge from Ximen, had the same idea as Yang Xuan.

Hanging high above the city gate are more than forty bloody heads.

This is the head of the generals, military academy and envoys involved in the rebellion.

Seeing that his boss's head was already hanging high above the city gate, the soldiers of the Tulong Army who were urging him to drive him to look murderous again, someone in the rebel army shouted: "Zheng Yunming is our life!"

"You can't go to the west gate!" "You can't go outside the city!" "They even dug the pit!"

A few people turned around and were about to run into the city. Before they could run a few steps, an arrow shot in front of them.

Zhu Sheng opened the horn bow in his hand, pointing the arrow at the escapee. The archers behind him set their bows and arrows, standing behind the rioters with a dignified look.

"If you leave the city gate, you may not lose your life! If you want to escape now, you will die immediately!" Zhu Sheng shouted loudly: "Don't stop, hurry up and go outside the west gate. You have something to say!"

Amid the crying of the troops, thousands of captured rebels who were captured in the enemy were driven out of the west gate. The soldiers of the Tulong Army had already sorted out a large open space. There was a loess high platform on the north side of the open space, which was often used as a point platform for the temporary inspection officers and soldiers. At this time, the Tugang was full of soldiers with helmets and armors, holding long spears, and the general flags of Zheng Yunming and the generals of the Tulong Army fluttered in the wind.

The soldiers were solemnly furnishing various torture instruments in front of them, and the executioners in red shirts were cleaning the blood stains on the yellow soil. It was obvious that the more than 40 heads on the city gate had just been hung up.

Everyone looked at the young general standing on the loess hill in fear. At this moment, he wanted to say killing. Thousands of people might fall to the ground at any time, but there were swords, spears, swords and halberds everywhere, saying that escaping was not so easy.

Zheng Yunming said loudly: "I asked me to wait here today to deal with it!"

The crowd of thousands was quietly hearing a needle falling from the drop. Everyone held their breath and waited for their judgment.

"The leader of the military chaos has been killed!" Zheng Yunming pointed to the heads on the Ximen who were still bleeding: "First of all, you can rest assured that the rest of the people are all trapped in trouble and will be spared the death penalty!"

As soon as he said this, a burst of cheers broke out, and someone immediately knelt down and kowtowed to thank the general manager for not killing him.

The whip hand raised the whip and slashed it a few times, and the crowd calmed down again.

"Now there are two roads in front of you!" Zheng Yunming waved his hand, and all the Tulong Army soldiers standing in the north retreated and gave up the road to the Han River.

"You can choose to return to your hometown in the north as an ordinary citizen, or you can choose to stay and become a member of our army! From then on, the army will not be divided into north and south, and the generals will be treated equally, and the soldiers will not be divided into you and me. The rulers will be brave! Whether to leave or stay, we will decide for ourselves!"

Even though he said this, everyone didn't know the truth or falsehood, so how could they just go to the north of the Han River? If Zheng Yunming ambushed a group of people north of Fancheng and killed them, they could only admit that they were unlucky and where would they find someone to argue?

But staying in the Southern Dynasties army was still a northerner who was discriminated against, and many people had already had enough of such days.

During the commotion, a young enemy-killing soldier stood up and shouted to Zheng Yunming on the post, saying, "If we stay, how can we guarantee that the general can treat us equally?"

"Good question." Zheng Yunming pointed at the young man with a folding fan: "Many of you have the same ideas as this guy. Is I lie to you? What I said is not the limit. Let your new master tell you in the future."

A tall general jumped onto the ground, clasped his fists to the northern soldiers under the ground, and said, "I, Qinwu, Jiaoxi, used to be a soldier under General Li Quan, and now I am invited by General Zheng to be a general in the Tulong Army."

"I am from the north like everyone else, and I will never stand by and watch the matter of discrimination against us by the Southern Army! As long as you trust my surname Qin, you will go all out in the future, go in the water, go in the fire and fire!"

Everyone praised the rootless people who were exiled to the Southern Dynasty felt particularly friendly when they met their fellow villagers. At that time, many people knelt down to worship the new general.

At this time, someone pointed at a middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian scholar in the Tulong Army and screamed: "It's Bi Tikong! Bi Tikong has also surrendered to the Southern Dynasty!"

After Bi Zilun was captured by the Song army, the Jin Dynasty made a public statement that he committed suicide, which was of course to establish the image of a loyal minister and righteous man. However, in troubled times, many people rebelled and surrendered to the Wuchang between the two dynasties of the north and the south. Some people had long known that Bi Zilun was actually imprisoned in the prison of the Song army. He had been * for so many years without surrendering to the Southern Dynasties, and had long become a spiritual symbol among the exiles who were wandering in the north and the south.

Bi Zilun snorted, walked onto the ground with his clothes and said loudly: "Below, Dajin has promoted Bi Zilun to control him and is now a senator of the Tulong Army. As the country has fallen, I, Bi Zilun, have no face to live in the world! But I have an appointment with General Zheng before, so it is not the time to die for the country! Although Dajin is gone, there are still so many soldiers who have fought for the Dajin Kingdom. I want to guarantee that you will live a good life in the Southern Dynasties! I will not be bullied! So I have this life now for you!"

Most of the soldiers under the Tugang are illiterate. They usually do whatever their boss asks them to do, and where can we distinguish the truth? After Bi Zilun said this, many people actually clapped their hands and cheered.

The young enemy-killing soldier made a gesture, and everyone immediately calmed down and looked at him. The young man knelt on one knee at Zheng Yunming, lowered his head and fist and said, "From now on, I will be willing to obey the orders of the general manager!"

He knelt first, and then thousands of people fell to their knees and shouted in unison: "I am willing to obey the orders of the general manager!"

"Okay!" Zheng Yunming shouted loudly: "From now on, everyone will work together to protect the Song Dynasty and kill the Tartars!"

In the cheers of everyone, Wang Deng quietly said to Lu Xunzhi: "That young man who leads must be the hidden leader in defeating the enemy's army, and we must carefully check the details of this person."

Lu Xunzhi turned around and replied in a low voice: "You need to say that yesterday, the person who heard the news had compiled a detailed information from this person and sent it to your tent. But you have been by the manager yesterday and didn't have time to go back to your tent to rest."

Wang Deng was stunned and asked, "Why should I send it to my tent?"

"The order from the General Manager himself, let him be directly under your control." Lu Xunzhi looked at the young soldier who was shouting excitedly among the crowd: "This is a little tiger. If you don't put it under your subordinates, I'm afraid no one can calm him down."

In the main hall of the Jinghu Pacification Ambassador's Office, Zhao Fan sat on the chair and watched Zheng Yunming walk in with his entourage.

The temporary master of Xiangyang City still respects the old master as usual when he meets the old master, just like a general who meets Jinghu on weekdays.

But the general of Jinghu had already changed his official uniform and changed into a white prison uniform that represented the identity of a sinner.

In the turmoil in Xiangyang, thousands of soldiers and civilians died, and almost half of the city was burned down. This is by no means a disaster that can be perfunctory to the past. It is still during the war, and Zhao Fan can be sure that the court's punishment will come faster and heavier than usual.

He could no longer sit in this chair for long. According to the country's usual practice of handling mistakes, it is unlikely that even Jinghu will have a place for him to stay.

As the culprit, Wang Min must have suffered more serious punishment. Considering the urgent situation of the Mongols' strategy this time, it is also necessary to behead him in order to strictly enforce military discipline.

Although the severity of the punishments received by the other generals vary, the Northern Army has made Lin'an even more worried from now on.
Chapter completed!