Suddenly when the spring rain came, Song Beiyun ordered people to gather all the remaining broth ten miles outside the city to put them together. He also ordered two surrendered troops to take care of the big pot there, and set up a canopy above and keep the firewood at the bottom undying. The big pot was gurgling repeatedly, and the fragrance was still spreading.

Just after the third update, Changsha City not far away was already silent, with only the light shining here. In addition to the rustling sound of water, there was also the sound of rubbing grass in the distance.

Then a fully armed team appeared from the dark, with about 5,000 people in front and behind, and everyone was covered in fatigue.

Their food and supplies were all confiscated, and now they had not eaten or drunk for a whole day. The big pot under the lights in front of them had a fatal temptation to everyone in the team.

Their generals also had the surname Song, and were named Song Ai. They joined the army twelve years ago and guarded the border in Guangxi for seven years. They followed the right person and made great progress. At the age of 25, they were already the military capital's lord, and they were considered a rare talent.

But today he suffered an inexplicable defeat and felt like he was being led by someone. After the fight, they returned to the city, but they could only run around. In addition, the food and grass were gone, so they didn't even have the ability to go far away, so they could only wander around and act according to the opportunity.

Now he had been observing for a long time. There were more than two hundred large jars in front of him, and there was a fragrance coming from it. In addition, there were only two soldiers' handles, which were obviously what the people in the city left for them to eat.

But he didn't know what medicine was sold here, so he didn't dare to come forward easily, so he could only wait until the middle of the night before he dared to bring people to approach.

"Yu Hou... This... I'm asking you to get into the trap."

He joined the army and grabbed his sleeve: "You can't do it!"

Song Ai didn't know what these pots mean, but face is more important than the belly, so even if he was ashamed, he could only wave his hand and shake it away from the army, carry a knife and go forward, kicking the soldier who was guarding the big pot.

The two soldiers were his people, and when they saw him, they immediately jumped up: "Yu Hou! You are here..."

"Huh?" Song Ai frowned and looked at them: "Are you surrendered troops?"

"Yu Hou..."

"Forget it." Song Ai sighed: "Can the meat in this pot be eaten?"

"It's arranged by the Lord Song in the city. He said that the brothers outside the city were still hungry, so he asked me to wait here. He also said that he was afraid that the brothers would not be full, so he prepared some pancakes."

They lifted the low butt covered with oil paper and straw, revealing the pancakes with burnt yellow oil inside. The fragrance of onion came to their faces, and Song Ai couldn't help swallowing.

"You guys eat some first and I'll take a look."

Song Aisheng was afraid that the pot would be poisonous, so he ordered the two of them to drink a little from each pot. After observing for a while, he found that nothing was wrong, so he immediately arranged for people to stand guard, and the rest began to line up to get cakes and scoop soup.

After a hard fight for a day, and the cold spring rain, the soldiers were already cold all over, and some of them were even exhausted. Now they had drunk this hot soup and fat meat, and no one could get three pieces of horn cakes. For a moment, the surroundings were full of chewing sounds, and there was no other noise.

Even Song Ai stood there and drank the broth full of oil and water, soaked the cake in the soup, and after a few sips, his body became hot, much more comfortable than before.

"Why is that man in the city like this?" Song Ai looked up and asked the two soldiers: "What else has he done?"

"He didn't do anything... They had something called the medical team, which saved all our wounded soldiers, and the captured brothers were dispersed and incorporated into their camp. Those brothers who said they wanted to go back to their hometown also divided some money according to the enlistment time on the list and asked them to go back."

"There is such a thing?" Song Ai frowned: "He didn't kill anyone?"

"When I entered the city, I killed some, but I gave me some pensions later." The soldier said: "Every sentence is true. If there is a lie, it will be struck by lightning."

Song Ai frowned, not knowing why this happened. Logically speaking, let alone keeping flesh for the rebels, even if he doesn't take advantage of the victory, he must clear the world upright and not let them get any benefits.

"Then did he say anything?"

"What he told me was that the brothers outside the city were also good men of the Song Dynasty, and were few and helpless. Most of them were just deceived by the evil and slander, or tempted by gold and silver or forced by their family members. Therefore, he treated the brothers who surrendered equally, and did not stop them from leaving, and did not blame them for those who wanted to stay."

Song Ai stood there with his hands behind his back for a long time. He squinted his eyes and waved to the soldier who was looking smarter: "Come here."

The soldier leaned over and Song Ai said something, and then the soldier turned around and ran to the city.

About half an hour later, Song Beiyun was "punishing" Miaoyan. Just now, when he turned the chicken king into a white chicken, Xiaoyu knocked on the door and walked in.

"Master Song... Maybe it's time for you."

Song Beiyun curled his lips: "These people are really bored."

He said that, turning around and patted Miaoyan's tofu-like butt: "I'll spare you this time, you're lucky!"

"Don't leave if you have the ability... see who begs for mercy in the end." Miaoyan leaned under the quilt and turned around indignantly: "The favorability is reduced by 10!"

"Hahahaha." Song Beiyun got up and put on his clothes: "Then you have the will to wait for me to come back."

After he said that, he followed Xiaoyu out, but he didn't mind what Xiaoyu saw. After all, Xiaoyu was a eunuch who specialized in serving the emperor, and he had seen all the emperors.

"Mr. Song, the man who was looking at the pot just now came from outside and said that the rebel general Song Ai wanted to talk to the master."

"It's really boring." Song Beiyun spat: "There are three rounds in the future, and they didn't even take the first round."

"Maybe this spring rain has fallen well."

"Hahahaha... Xiaoyu speaks so nicely."

But in fact, this sentence is not unreasonable. The sudden cooling tonight is really a critical factor. Without food and supplies, it will be like this cooling again. If you don’t think of a solution, most of the soldiers who came up tomorrow morning may be frozen and hard.

Song Ai is a person who leads troops to fight. He knows what he will face. If he plunders along the way, he will be a mortal. No matter whether the rebellion can succeed or not, he will be a mortal.

The rebellion was made, and the rebel leader must have killed him to calm the anger of the people. If the rebellion fails, the court will definitely not keep him.

The only way to survive now is to negotiate conditions with the person in Changsha City, which is the key to his life.

Song Beiyun and three thousand people braved the rain to ten miles outside the city. The two people looked at each other from a distance through a pile of empty meat pots. At this time, the soldiers on the opposite side suddenly began to retreat.

Then a soldier came to Song Beiyun with a letter in his hands: "Sir, our Lord Song's letter to you."

Song Beiyun took the letter and finished reading it with the light of the torch. Then he raised his hand and asked the people behind him to retreat. Then he walked under the canopy with a few close-fitting guards, but there was already a person waiting there.

"Mr. Song Yu, I have been celebrating for a long time." Song Beiyun smiled and clasped his fists at him: "I never thought that Mr. Song Yu, who was famous all over the world, was so young and promising."

Song Ai looked up at him, and suddenly felt a sigh of relief in his heart. The person in front of him was obviously younger than him, but he praised him for his youth and promising. Who are he giving to?

"I dare not, I dare not, I have heard of what Lord Song did all the way, but I didn't expect Lord Song to be so brave and good at fighting as a civil minister. My defeated general is nothing to say." Song Ai stretched out his finger and pointed to the stool opposite: "Please, Lord Song."

Song Beiyun sat on the stool and turned around and shouted, "That cow, wine is coming!"

"Come on, come on." The man bull ran over with a large jar of twenty kilograms from behind. The jar was opened, and there was still wine slurry hanging on the corner of his mouth...

"A bastard, do you also drink my wine?"

"Mr. Song... I'm afraid that someone will poison you, so I'll give you a try."

"Go roll!"

"Oh, it's great, I'll wait after I go."

A jar of wine was placed there, and Song Beiyun took a large piece of leftover meat from the pot, then took a few bowls, and placed the things on the table.

"General Song, don't care. My subordinate is not good at using his brain and is a little out of control."

"Haha, Lord Song was joking. I like such interesting people the most in the army."

After pouring wine for Song Ai himself, Song Beiyun took a big sip: "The best Yuezhou rice wine is still warm, General Song invites you."

Song Ai drank the yellow in the bowl and wiped his mouth: "Good wine!"

The two of them said nothing, just drank and ate meat. Until half of the wine in the jar, Song Ai was sweating slightly on his forehead, he put the bowl heavily on the table: "It's so satisfying! It's so satisfying! Being able to drink happily with the young hero before his death is worthy of being a great pleasure in life!"

"Why did you say this?" Song Beiyun looked confused: "Why did General Song say that he was before his death?"

"Mr. Song, don't pretend to be confused. Those who rebel are unforgivable."

"Huh?" Song Beiyun raised his eyebrows: "When will General Song rebel?"

Song Ai was stunned, but didn't say anything.

"Didn't General Song attack Changsha City because of the rebellion in Changsha City but did not know that the city had been captured by the royal army, which led to a failure? At most, it was a bad leader and the news was not effective. The Du Yuhou retained the Observatory to wait for the Privy Council to be put into trouble. What's the matter with rebellion?" Song Beiyun spread his hands: "Is General Song sleeping in a mess?"

Everyone was smart. After a while, Song Ai felt bright like a mirror in his heart. He immediately lifted his armor and knelt on one knee: "I don't know that Changsha has been guided by the imperial envoy. He has not investigated the truth and attacked the city without authorization. He deserves to die! Everything is heard from the imperial envoy."

Song Beiyun smiled, but said nothing: "The situation is clear now, it's just a misunderstanding. You think I'm a rebel, I think you're a rebel, and you're a rebel, and you're a fool. Please ask General Song to start, this rebellion is still a turbulent fire, and you have to rely more on the power of General Song in the future."
Chapter completed!