Chapter 1236

July in Liaodong, heavy rain pouring down.

In the military tent, officers of all levels gathered here.

Looking at the exceptionally handsome young man in front of them, many people showed expressions of amazement.

Because no one dared to believe that this was the person who personally led three hundred cavalry, hard-chiseling through the Solon, White Armor, Plain Red, and Bordered Red banners, and even cut off Dai Shan's Great Flag amidst ten thousand troops.

"Gentlemen, I know I am exceptionally brave, but why are you all staring at me like this?"

Wearing a black armor symbolizing the Water Virtue of the Great Gan Dynasty, Zhang Cheng could not help but ask.

"Company Commander Jia, are you really fifteen this year?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, many people were stunned.

"Reporting to the General, I am just born with divine strength!"

Answering with cupped hands, Zhang Cheng spoke indifferently.

Looking at Zhang Cheng with a twitching mouth, Jiang Zining and the others were all embarrassed. Three hundred men fighting until Dai Shan fled in a disheveled state, and you call this born with divine strength?

"Cough, cough! Discuss business, discuss business!"

Tapping the table, Feng Tang could not help but become serious.

Thanks to Zhang Cheng's first merit of one-string-five with three hundred cavalry, he could be considered to have entered the main tent.

But most importantly, his surname is Jia!

Even if it is the Jin Ling Jia family, he still has the surname Jia!

So no one dared to look down on this young man in front of them. His future rise is just a matter of time!

Walking out of the military tent, Wang Ziteng looked at Zhang Cheng and said: "Brother Jue, since you are a clansman of the Jia family, then in the future in the army, if there is anything, you should discuss it more with me. After all, we can be considered relatives and friends!"

Glancing at Wang Ziteng, Zhang Cheng spoke coldly: "Jia Jue thanks General Wang for his promotion, but if it weren't for your sister, Lady Jia Wang, making the plan, why would my Jin Ling Jia family appear on this battlefield! Guess, how many of my clansmen are left now?"

Hearing Jia Jue's words, Wang Ziteng was immediately retorted to the point where he couldn't speak.

Because this operation of the Jia family was simply too "disgusting."

After all, the twelve branches of Jin Ling were eating hot pot and singing songs at home, only to be dragged onto the battlefield by their Rong and Ning mansions!

When enjoying blessings, they didn't have them; when suffering, they thought of their clansmen. It really is "beloved relatives and friends, but you have to pay more!"

Looking coldly at Wang Ziteng, Zhang Cheng turned and walked outside.

There was no premise for cooperation between him and Wang Ziteng, after all, the other party wanted the Jia family's connections, and he wanted them too!

The power that the Rong and Ning mansions couldn't hold, he would hold!

Returning to his own camp, the Jia family members here did not have the joy of victory, their eyes full of sorrow.

"Uncle, Seventeen, Seventeen is gone!"

Coming before Zhang Cheng, Jia Wei's face had two lines of clear tears, appearing exceptionally sad.

Suddenly hearing this sentence, Zhang Cheng could not help but be stunned on the spot.

Because the person named Seventeen was Jia Wei's cousin.

When he first joined the army, he was also selected, but this young man had always been shy and honest, unable to say two sentences even if beaten with a stick.

In the wounded camp, many Jia family clansmen were lying here, mostly seriously injured and not long for this world. Coming here, even broken limbs were considered minor injuries!

Taking care of the clansmen, Jia Pu's eyes were also scarlet.

The joy of victory, after seeing the clansmen almost all disabled, had now become incomparably desolate.

"Uncle!"

"Brother Jue!" "Uncle..."

Just as many people called out Zhang Cheng's name, he was currently looking lost.

Even having walked through the chaotic times of the Sixteen Kingdoms, Zhang Cheng could not bear to watch his clansmen lying here.

Coming before Seventeen, Zhang Cheng looked at the once brilliant young man, who was now pale and had lost his life, and immediately said: "It's time to go home, Seventeen!"

Walking out of the tent, Zhang Cheng looked at the heavy rain in the sky and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He considered himself to have been cold-blooded enough in the past, but only after coming here did Zhang Cheng understand what "serious injury" and "light injury" meant!

Even if he rarely interacted with people in the family, they were all clansmen living on the same street; how could there be no feelings?

The memories of the predecessor flashed through his mind, and Zhang Cheng could not help but clench his fists.

The Chu Overlord Xiang Yu of the past raised an army from Kuaiji, gathered three thousand fellow villagers and relatives, and fought south and north all the way.

But at Gaixia, he could not cross that Wu River.

The current Zhang Cheng is just like Xiang Yu back then. He is not afraid of death, because no one can kill him, but his clansmen are different; they will also get hurt, and they will also die.

And was Xiang Yu afraid of continuing to face Liu Bang and Han Xin after returning to Pengcheng?

No, he was afraid of the elders in his hometown, those questions; even the bravest person could not bear it!

The heavy rain continued to spread, and the sky became incomparably gray.

In Chaoyang, after Dai Shan gathered the defeated soldiers, he almost vomited blood, because in this battle, his Plain Red and Bordered Red banners had actually lost over four thousand men.

You must know, originally the Jurchen were few in number, and now they had suffered such a heavy blow. Dai Shan not dying on the spot was already a strong mentality.

"Brother, the current plan is that we can only seek help from the Great Khan!"

Speaking to Dai Shan, the Niruhui beside him became serious.

The Plain Red Banner and Bordered Red Banner were seriously damaged, which was a fatal blow to Dai Shan's status.

And this Great Gan army in front of them could no longer be ignored; they must be completely annihilated.

Looking at the Niruhui beside him, Dai Shan, who was hanging his arm, said seriously: "How is the war situation in Goryeo!"

"The Fourth Brother has already captured Anzhou and is heading toward Liujing."

Speaking to Dai Shan in front of him, the Niruhui hurriedly stated the war situation.

Looking at the map with crimson eyes, Dai Shan pulled out the sharp blade at his waist and inserted it into the map: "Send a message to the Mongol tribe to send troops, both sides fight together, and after winning this battle, I don't want the spoils of war."

"Brother, if this happens, how can the warriors agree?"

Looking at Dai Shan in disbelief, the Niruhui below were all dumbfounded.

Because they came to loot the pass and delay the Great Gan's advance, just for looting. But if there were no spoils of war, what are they fighting for?

"Could it be that in your eyes, these few spoils of war are comparable to Goryeo and Liaodong?"

Roaring in anger, Dai Shan could not help but scold.

After crushing this Great Gan army, if they want anything, can't they just grab it with their blades?

Hearing Dai Shan's words, the Niruhui below suddenly realized and immediately said: "The slave understands!"

The continuous heavy rain lasted for half a month.

The rewards from the capital also reached the army.

Upon learning that he had obtained the official position of Liaodong Commissioner, Zhang Cheng could not help but furrow his brows.

Because this official position of Commissioner, it is big if you say it is big, and small if you say it is small, after all, it belongs to the system of local officials in the Jimi Prefecture!

Adding the two words "Liaodong" in front proves that everything in this territory is under his control.

But the problem is, is Liaodong in the hands of the Great Gan?

Emperor Hongde granted him this official position, could it be that he still expects Zhang Cheng to regain control of Liaodong from the other party?

This is not modern times, where if something happens after leaving Shanhai Pass, you look for Benshan!

If he goes out of the pass, the opposite side is all Jurchen territory!

Thinking with a twitching mouth, Zhang Cheng lit a cigarette, sat alone in the tent, and could not help but squint his eyes.

And as the thick smoke filled the air, Zhang Cheng directly ignored the title of General of Wu De.

Because isn't this clearly mocking himself?

You must know, he, Zhang Mou, has always been the most particular about martial virtue in his life! You are now openly helping him promote it, who are you mocking? Ah!

Emperor Hongde:...

(End of chapter)