Dingjiangshan

Chapter 120 "This king has promised His Majesty."

What Ning Huaijin himself didn't expect was that when he wrote a "less blunt" private letter, he was actually more comfortable writing a memorial.

In just a cup of tea, Ning Huaijin had already written the military report to Ning Yan. He waited patiently for the ink on the page to dry, then folded the two pages together tightly and folded them twice. Folded and stuffed into a waterproof oiled paper seal.

Ning Huaijin originally wanted to hand over the letter to the scouts, but after rubbing the envelope for a while, she changed her mind.

"Come here." Ning Huaijin said.

His voice was so low that almost no one could hear him except for the Shadow Guard who was accompanying him by his side.

As soon as Ning Huaijin finished speaking, a black figure fell into the house from the porch outside, and knelt down in front of Ning Huaijin silently.

The fair-faced man's face was covered with a thin black cloth, revealing only a pair of slightly narrow eyebrows and eyes.

The shadow guards around Ning Yan seemed to be carved out of the same mold, but in fact they each had their own personalities. For example, the one in front of him spoke so little that it was shocking. If he put it casually, he was like a wooden stake.

Ning Huaijin sealed the letter in her hand with sealing wax, raised her hand and handed it to him, and said: "Give it to Your Majesty—use a kite."

The young shadow guard responded with a yes, took the letter with both hands, turned around and jumped up the porch as before, and disappeared into the courtyard in a few steps.

After distributing two military reports, Ning Huaijin leaned back in her chair and rested for a while.

He pulled the brazier set up next to him with his toes, closed his eyes, and leaned his head on the back of the chair.

Life on the battlefield is completely different from that in the imperial city. It seems that in such a frenzy of swords and swords, many conspiracies and calculations have a more pure way of catharsis, and desires will begin to become purer.

Even the long and secretive confrontation between Ning Zheng and Ning Yan suddenly became much simpler after putting real swords and guns on the battlefield-it was nothing more than winning and losing, nothing more.

This is true for playing chess, governing a country, and of course fighting wars.

——But no one is willing to lose, Ning Huaijin thought, as long as there is a "confrontation", it must be you fighting each other, endlessly fighting to the death, until one side has no power to succeed, then it will not stop.

Everything in this world, no one is rushing to lose.

In fact, since Ning Yan was picked by Ning Zongyuan ten years ago, no matter whether there are still princes in the court who are capable of fighting him, he has been unable to escape the fate of this "fight".

Fighting with brothers, fighting with courtiers, fighting endlessly in the overall situation and "self".

Ning Huaijin thought about Ning Yan aimlessly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her lips unconsciously.

Fortunately, Xiao Yan always wins more and loses less, Ning Huaijin thought, even for such a big event as getting married and accepting a concubine, didn't he really let his own temper do it?

Just thinking about this, Ning Huaijin's smile inevitably has some inexplicable bitter taste - after all, this is a hurdle in front of Ning Yan, he is 16 years old and can rely on delaying policy to deal with it, then What about when he is 26, 36 years old.

Ning Huaijin knew that this was not something he should consider - he had already made it very clear to Ning Yan before that if one day Ning Yan had no choice but to bow to the world, they would still be uncles and nephews if they took a step back , everything is the same as before.

But Ning Huaijin couldn't help thinking about it, if Ning Yan still hadn't changed his mind by then, and still liked him as stubbornly and decisively as today, then what would he do.

How should I help him, Ning Huaijin thought.

Prince Gong has "shared your worries" for so many years, and he doesn't even want to make things difficult for Ning Yan.

It's just that this matter is beyond the scope of "the way of being a minister", Ning Huaijin frowned and thought for a while, but really couldn't figure out why.

Ning Huaijin was thinking about these things in his mind one after another, and only when he came back to his senses did he realize that his mind was full of Ning Yan again unknowingly.

Prince Gong opened his eyes, looked at the dark beams and was silent for a while, then lowered his head helplessly, smiled and shook his head.

Forget it, Ning Huaijin thought, there must be a way for the car to reach the mountain.

He had rested for a while, and the noisy county government gradually calmed down. Ning Huaijin looked up at the fire outside the yard, thought for a while, and stood up from behind the desk.

He took out a cloak from his bag and put it on, and walked out.

Qin Liu didn't know when he had changed back to his "Deputy Commander Qin" outfit, and was leaning outside the door to stand guard for him openly, when he saw Ning Huaijin coming out fully dressed, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

"I'm going to take a look at the wounded camp," Ning Huaijin said.

Although the fire on the east side had weakened somewhat, it still looked like it was burning badly and hadn't been completely extinguished. Ning Huaijin looked in that direction and asked casually, "Why hasn't the fire over there been extinguished?"

"Go back to your lord." Qin Liu said, "When my subordinates set fire to it, they splashed kerosene outside the barracks."

Ning Huaijin: "..."

As expected of being a shadow guard, such a thing as arson is an understatement.

Ning Huaijin felt tongue-tied as long as he imagined such a scene. Most of the tents in the barracks were made of felt cloth. That said, if there were people in the camp at that time, they wouldn't even know how to get out.

Where did Ning Huaijin get the kerosene from, there is no need for Ning Huaijin to ask, Zuo was just prepared by Feng Yuan to defend the city, somehow it was intercepted by Qin Liu, and instead it was used on their own people .

"Then..." Ning Huaijin couldn't say how he handled this matter. After all, even though he was a bit cruel, fighting is a life-and-death situation. Such methods are not cruel: "Will it affect the residential areas?"

"Don't worry, my lord." Qin Liu said: "Our people have already dug the fire canal after entering the city. The barracks are closely guarded. Feng Yuan has already cleared the scene in advance. There are no civilians nearby."

"That's good." Ning Huaijin heaved a sigh of relief.

The wounded soldiers in Beicheng were not far away, Qin Liu pointed out the direction for him, and it would only take a quarter of an hour to walk there.

It was already late at night, and the last ray of moonlight in the sky had disappeared. Qin Liu was holding a simple torch in his hand, which could only illuminate a small area around Ning Huaijin.

Just now, she didn't feel it when she was in the county office, but as soon as she came out, Ning Huaijin felt an indescribable sense of depression.

Perhaps because of the cool nights in late autumn, Tongbai County looked lifeless.The doors and windows of every house on the street were closed. Some houses had been vacated, but the doors and windows were affected for no reason during the street fighting, and many obvious holes were broken.

There are some gravel tiles on the street that have not been cleaned in the future. In the whole city, probably only the unknown weeds in the corners of the walls survived, still entangled in the shadows of the cracks in the walls and living well.

The smell of blood and gunpowder smoke filled every corner, and the ominous and strange cries of crows sounded from time to time in the darkness. Ning Huaijin looked up following the sound, but saw a staring eye on an old locust tree not far away. Sharp vulture.

The vulture's paws and beak were stained with blood, which looked very fresh, probably just had a "full meal".

Ning Huaijin calmly withdrew her gaze and continued walking towards Beicheng.

After passing the central axis of the county seat and heading north, some human voices can be faintly heard.The wounded soldiers’ shed temporarily erected in Beicheng was brightly lit, and a few doctors were walking around in the pile of wounded soldiers.

Ning Huaijin didn't go inside to make trouble for them, but stood not far away and watched silently for a while.

Some of these people looked at middle-aged men in their 40s and [-]s, while others were not much older than Ning Yan. They staggered together, clutching their wounds and moaning softly.

Qin Liu originally thought that Ning Huaijin was more or less trying to make a name for himself by walking this scene, but after watching for a long time, he found that he just stood outside and watched, and didn't even intend to go in to show his face.

Before that, Ning Huaijin could actually be called "spoiled and spoiled". Although their branch has long been far away from the direct line, but bearing the surname of "Ning", their lives are not that hard.

So apart from the annual routine hunting, Ning Huaijin rarely saw such a bloody scene.

Ning Huaijin only stood outside for a short while, and felt the wounds on her body begin to ache.

What Ning Huaijin was thinking when he was standing outside, Qin Liu didn't know - he was not good at reading people's hearts, so naturally he couldn't guess Ning Huaijin's thoughts.

But in fact, Ning Huaijin's heart was empty and she wasn't thinking about anything.

He briefly fell into a kind of daze after "putting an end to one thing on his mind", and stood there in a daze for a while.

After an unknown amount of time, Ning Huaijin's thoughts slowly started to work again.

Sorry - Ning Huaijin looked at the wounded soldiers not far away and thought silently, Ning Yan must win this battle.

Ning Huaijin made up her mind, so she didn't stay any longer, but turned around and went back along the same path.

"Go ask the deputy general to come over." Ning Huaijin ordered.

Qin Liu only thought that he wanted to listen to the military report, and took the order without thinking too much.

When the deputy general followed Qin Liu into the gate of the county government office, he saw that Ning Huaijin was already fully dressed, put on a new armor, and was putting new feathered arrows into the arrow basket on the horse's back.

The deputy general was taken aback, walked a few steps, and asked, "My lord, this is...?"

"You came at the right time." Ning Huaijin said: "Earlier, the king left [-] soldiers to attack the city, but now [-] are lost, leaving [-]. You keep [-] to settle down in Tongbai County, and order [-] soldiers When the horses come out, the king will take them away—they need to be younger and stronger, and go to support Xinyang, and the journey will probably be tiring."

After taking down Tongbai, it is not uncommon to seize this opportunity to encircle Xinyang, but what surprised the lieutenant general was that Ning Huaijin actually planned to go in person.

"My lord just captured Tongbai County, and was injured again. In fact, there is no need to travel." The lieutenant advised, "You can stay in Tongbai County to organize the army."

The lieutenant general's military rank was not high, so he didn't dare to say that he led his troops to chase Xie Jue, but he just gently persuaded him: "The prince can rest for a night."

Ning Huaijin shook her head.

He counted the number of feathered arrows in the arrow basket, and tightened the strap on the saddle.

"Go and order." Ning Huaijin stepped on the horse's back, pulled the rein casually, and said stubbornly: "...the king has already promised His Majesty."