One Thousand and Forty-Nine: Old Friends Meet (2)

Jiang Pengji looked at her, and the only fragment in her mind became clearer.

In my memory, Wan Xiu'er is gentle and intelligent, she is a standard Hejian noblewoman, charming and tender.

Goodbye now, but the other party seems to be a different person, those eyes seem to see through the world.

Her husband died, but her reaction was like the death of a familiar stranger, her calmness was frightening.

Although she was a prisoner, because she was Jiang Pengji's "old friend", Wan Xiu'er did not suffer.

"Thank you."

Wan Xiu'er saluted, and accompanied the soldiers of the female battalion to the camp where female prisoners were held.

"What are you doing with your neck stretched so long?"

Jiang Pengji glanced at Feng Zhen sullenly.

The other party was caught with pigtails, and he said calmly, "Everyone has a love for beauty. My lord will let Zhen take a second look at such a beauty that suits my appetite. Look at the broken walls and ruins, mountains of corpses and seas of blood. If there are too many, it will inevitably affect the mood - does the Lord think this is justified?"

"Unreasonable!"

Jiang Pengji snorted and sent someone to clean up the battlefield. Feng Zhen hurriedly followed. Cheng Jing, who was watching from the side, sighed and followed closely.

This battle was a complete victory, and the whole army was beaming with joy and momentum like a rainbow. The generals wanted to take advantage of this momentum to cross the Song River in one go. If there was a delay, when the enemy reinforcements arrived, the two armies would have to confront each other across the Song River, which would be a waste of time and energy.

but--

The counselors held the opposite opinion.

The Song River is vast, swift and steep, and it is still winter, with no ice on the water.

If you are not familiar with the nature of water, if you cross the river rashly, wouldn't it be an opportunity for the enemy to take advantage of?

Furthermore, after just going through a big battle, the two armies suffered a lot of damage, and they both need time to adjust their status.

If they don't care about it and forcibly cross the Song River, even if they reach the other side, it will be a tired army with no combat power.

Unfortunately, encountering an enemy, is this different from courting death?

Marching on the water is different from marching on the road. People with poor water quality will get seasick, their condition will plummet, and they may even suffer serious illness due to acclimatization. The Song River is not a river. The water surface of the Song River is not as smooth as that of a river.

In addition, the counselors also have their own considerations.

There is a saying in the art of war: When a guest comes without water, don't welcome him in the water, and order him to hit him with half aid, which will benefit.

This is the so-called "halfway strike", a very useful tactic.

In layman's terms, the two armies confronted each other across the water, and the enemy crossed the river halfway, some of them landed on the shore, and some were still crossing the river. If Jiang Pengji and the others crossed the river without the slightest preparation, it would be very easy for the enemy to seize the opportunity. At that time, if you can't take care of both the beginning and the end, and you are not yet familiar with water warfare, you will definitely die unnecessarily.

Just like the previous battle against Beijiang, if Beijiang hadn't messed up first, but instead took advantage of Jiang Pengji's "half crossing" opportunity to launch an attack-hehe, the outcome would have been completely different. However, Beijiang Chess missed a move and was the first to show its flaws, which was overthrown by Jiang Pengji.

Jiang Pengji and Huang Song thought about the opinions of the advisers, and simply set up camp near the Songhe River, and the army rested for a whole day.

In this big victory, Huang Song rejected the suggestion of a 50-50 split, and took the initiative to take 40% of the spoils, while Jiang Pengji took 60%.

The generals under Huang Song's tent were very displeased with this decision, but they had to admit that Jiang Pengji contributed the most to break through this time.

People contribute the most, so they naturally have the right to take the lead.

Jiang Pengji asked Wei Ci and Feng Jin to handle the distribution of the prisoners, luggage and other property.

Just as Wei Ci left, Feng Zhen called from behind.

He stopped, turned his head to look at Fengzhen, and asked with his eyes.

They are busy now, they don't have time to play with Feng Zhen.

"I heard that the lord has entrusted you two with important tasks——I really have a heartless request——"

It is rare for Feng Zhen to be serious, and his speech is also polite, and he even uses the self-proclaimed "true".

"What's the matter?" Feng Jin asked aloud.

Because of personality problems, Fengjin doesn't like Fengzhen very much, but his protagonist is also a bohemian and wonderful person,

Feng Jin can only try to get along with a guy like Feng Zhen. After working together for a long time, he gradually felt that Fengzhen's stink problem was not unbearable.

Feng Zhen glanced at Feng Jin, then at Wei Ci, with hesitation on his face.

He wanted to pull one person to whisper, but doing so would definitely offend the other person.

Simply, he went all out.

"In this battle, there is someone on the side of the female prisoner—you, you understand."

Feng Zhen raised his eyebrows with a smile, and the expressions of the two people in front of him darkened.

don't know! ! !

Seeing this, Feng Zhen quickly took out Jiang Pengji as a shield, and said solemnly, "Don't misunderstand, that woman is an old acquaintance of the lord. But the lord is too busy, and seems to have forgotten about it. I'm really not worried about that girl." Was the prisoner picked away by Huang Song's group—"

Feng Jin and Wei Ci: "..."

Believe your evil!

In the end, it was Wei Ci who saved face.

"Who is that woman?"

No matter how bad Feng Zhen is, he is also a best friend.

"She and the lord are both from Hejian County. She seems to be the widow of General Han Chang. After asking around, her name is Wan Xiu'er."

Wan Xiuer?

Wei Ci opened his eyes slightly, staring at Feng Zhen for a long time.

Wei Ci is no stranger to the name Wan Xiu'er.

Jiang Chao's folk customs are open, and women will continue to use their boudoir names after marriage, not simply Feng Wan's.

Wei Ci can remember the name Wan Xiu'er only because of two things.

First, this person made Feng Zhen feel at ease.

Second, she is Changsheng's confidant - Fengyou's biological mother.

If you remember correctly, Wan Xiuer was indeed the wife of a certain general under the Meng family before she remarried to Fengzhen.

However, the situation in the past life is different from the present life.

In the previous life, the Meng family was annexed by Huang Song, and Wan Xiu'er's husband took advantage of the opportunity to join Huang Song. At that time, Feng Zhen also worked under Huang Song's tent.

After Huang Song was forced to death by the lord, Feng Zhen returned to his heart and asked the lord for the widowed Wan Xiuer.

now -

Fate, wonderful!

Wei Ci said, "Alright, remember this."

In fact, there was no need for Fengzhen Dianer to come to remind her, Jiang Pengji hadn't forgotten about it.

After finishing her business, she got up and went to the women's camp to meet Wan Xiu'er.

Anyway, she is an old friend, and she killed her husband herself, so she should be given some preferential treatment.

"Do you want to keep your husband's family?" Jiang Pengji asked her, "If you keep it, it doesn't matter if you give them a bite of food."

There are three noble concubines, six lowly concubines, four maids who have slept with them, and five children, two boys and three girls.

With such a huge lineup, one can imagine Wan Xiu'er's life in the backyard these years.

Wan Xiu'er said, "Everyone has his own destiny, let's go with fate."

Random?

Does that mean no matter what?

Jiang Pengji was surprised, "Don't leave a trace of blood for your short-lived husband?"

A trace of coldness flashed in Wan Xiu'er's eyes, and the nails of her right hand were almost embedded in the flesh of her palm.

"Leave him a trace of blood? Hmph—he never thought of asking me to leave my trace of blood, it's just retribution!"