Just after noon the next day, the two 'sentinels' who had woken up looked at each other and smiled, washed their faces with a little laziness, and were just about to walk out of the commander's tent with their helmets in their arms, when they were blocked back into the camp by the herald who came to report the matter:

"General Qiyu, young marshal, the middle army of our Pingbei Army has arrived, and it is lining up outside the camp gate at this time, if which of the two generals is free, let's go with the little one to greet him?"

This herald was Feng Lianye's confidant, and Guo Xing was a young marshal without a frame, and he was also deeply loved by the soldiers. Therefore, this person is quite casual when he transmits orders on weekdays, and his words are not very regular. Unexpectedly, this would be more in line with the appetite of the two generals, the old and the young.

"I didn't expect my father to arrive so soon, General Feng, you are old and serious, so I bother you to go to those empty barracks so that I can arrange for my middle army to enter the camp; And the last general really thought about his father, so he took his own order and went to welcome his father into the camp! ”

Guo Xing stretched out his hand to lift the curtain of the tent, and ran away without a trace, leaving only Feng Lian to shake his head with a wry smile, and took the herald to the direction of the empty camp, preparing in advance.

"Little Marquis, you are a young hero, you are brave and invincible when you first enter the battlefield, and the good news has reached the ears of the prince! In order to prevent you from going deep into the dangerous place alone, the old commander sent the last general to lead the Chinese army, and marched at great speed to join the pioneer battalion; And his old man personally raised the rear army to protect the food supply of the Pingbei army. ”

Guo Xinggang rushed to the outside of the camp gate, and saw Liang Jing, the quartermaster, coming towards him. He clasped his hands into fists and walked towards him with a smile on his face. What he said fell into Guo Xing's ears word for word, and it also made him understand a general idea.

Guo Xing was a little disappointed that he didn't see his father, but he still held Liang Jing's hand with a spring breeze on his face and shook it tightly:

"Mr. Liang and the brothers of the Chinese army have worked hard! Our pioneer battalion is riding war horses, and the Chinese army brothers only rely on a pair of soles of their feet, and they actually have such a marching speed, it seems that General Liang has served as the quartermaster chief for many years, and it is indeed a bit condescending. After I wait for everyone to succeed, the last general will inevitably ask my father to write a letter of commendation in person, play the Son of Heaven, and ask for credit for General Liang! At that time, it is natural to enter the cabinet to worship the prime minister's wife and son! ”

Guo Xing's words were directly said to Liang Jing's heart, and the chief promotion officer who listened to it was overjoyed, and he only felt that this young marshal was simply too good at being a man! He clearly secretly promised himself a great credit, and when he was rewarded for his meritorious deeds in the future, he borrowed this flower rewarded by Emperor God to offer himself the God of Wealth!

Although Liang Jing was already happy in his heart, he still made a gesture of trying to shirk on the surface:

"Hey! Where did the young marshal say this? If this battle is successful, look up to His Majesty Tianwei Longen, and look down to the young marshal and young hero; The soldiers of the pioneer battalion in front of him fought bloodily, and the old handsome in the back strategized, what does it have to do with Liang, a little idle officer who runs errands? It's not appropriate, in this way, wouldn't Liang become a villain who is greedy for the merits of heaven and takes it for himself? The young marshal's move was originally out of kindness, but he would fall into Liang's unkind and unrighteous situation! ”

Having said this, Guo Xing approached Liang Jing, lowered his voice and said:

"Brother Liang must not shirk, now this Fengjing City is as good as the things in the palm of our hands and the meal on the plate, which is simply at our fingertips. Although it seems that my Guo family's father and son are about to pick the fruits of this victory to recover the lost territory in the north, there is often no certainty between gains and losses. I think that my father is now a frontier official with a heavy army, and he is already in the position of a marquis, even if he is made a duke and promoted to the next level, he will not be able to digest such a huge military exploit. The consequences of this reward and seal, Liang Zongti is also a son of an official eunuch, so he naturally understands it better than anyone else. From this point of view, this battle exploit is only a blessing and a curse for my Guo family's father and son......"

Speaking of this, before Liang Jing could continue to shirk, Guo Xing retreated, and said loudly in front of the soldiers of the former and Chinese armies:

"Our vanguard soldiers were already alone, but thanks to Mr. Liang and his brothers in the Chinese army, they came day and night, so that our lone army, which went deep behind the enemy, became a sharp sword hanging above the enemy's chest! Therefore, I will also personally write a letter to the Son of Heaven, asking the Son of Heaven to reward the brave and hard work of the Chinese soldiers and General Liang! ”

As soon as these words came out, the officers and men of the Chinese army suddenly fell into a state of jubilation, but the soldiers of the forward battalion all looked at their young marshal in surprise, as if they were all looking at fools: What does the little marquis mean? I waited for the soldiers of the forward battalion to work hard day and night, and the achievements of the bloody struggle were handed over to others? He is the young marshal of the Pingbei Hou Mansion, so he naturally doesn't care, but we are soldiers just to get paid, and he actually gave up all the credit of these 8,000 pioneer soldiers with this sentence?

And Feng Lian, who rushed over after hearing the news, also had a little resentment and incomprehension in his eyes at this time. But after all, he is a brave and resourceful veteran, and it is not easy to attack in person, but after arranging the Chinese army in the empty camp without saying a word, he found a gap and secretly dragged Guo Xing to a corner:

"Young marshal, although he Liang Jing is not slow to march, he will definitely not be able to go there fast! It's a big deal that you mention it a little bit in the battle report, and that's a big favor; Now, in front of the soldiers, why is it proposed to attribute the main credit to that mediocre talent? In this way, how can I not let the soldiers who have followed your Guo family father and son for generations feel cold? ”

Guo Xing looked left and right, and saw that there was no one around, so he took Feng Lianye's hand, lowered his head and whispered:

"This Pingbei army is up and down, except for him Liang Jing, but they are all cronies of the Pingbei Hou Mansion; If we wait for the success of the first battle in the future and recover the entire territory of Youbei, what will happen to my Pingbei army? Can Your Majesty allow useless people like us to support themselves? According to my nephew's point of view, the final fate of our Pingbei Army, eighty percent of it was also broken up and incorporated into various military towns, and after a few years of digestion, the Northern Yan Dynasty will no longer have the banner of the Pingbei Army......"

Feng Lian also heard his words, and suddenly felt admiration: he never expected that this young marshal, who usually looked lazy and lazy, would have such a far-reaching vision. As soon as he said this, it was as if there was another deep meaning in it.

Guo Xing looked at Feng Lian with an inquiring gaze, and then said carefully:

"This Liang Jing is the son-in-law of Wang Fang, the prime minister of Zuo, and he originally planned to come to my Pingbei army to make some military merits, and become the step to return to the capital in the future. Now that I have given more than half of this great credit to him, not to mention the beauty of the people, Prime Minister Zuo will naturally be worried about the good coming of our Pingbei Army. ”

As soon as Feng Lian heard about these court matters, his head, which was already quite clever, suddenly swelled with pain:

"Why should I be afraid of the old man Wang Fang? Why should you flatter him? I said young marshal, this is our battle with our heads, how can we give it to others because of this! ”

"Uncle, you still want to be simple, we can't afford this credit in the Pingbei Army, and he Wang Fang can't afford it either; If you think about it carefully, this Wang Fang has always been the backbone of the main battle faction in the court, so who is the leader of the main battle faction? And to be able to smoothly mix such a grain of sand into the Pingbei army with an iron bucket, who must get his approval? So according to my nephew, this Liang Jing is not just Wang Zuocheng's person...... And this great credit, only that person in the entire Northern Yan Dynasty can afford it! ”

Feng Lian is not a stupid person, under Guo Xing's almost decantatural explanation, he has completely understood in his heart. In addition to the sudden realization, the young master standing in front of him has completely changed. Before Feng Lian could say those beautiful words, Guo Xing said with a worried expression:

However, this march was so smooth that my nephew couldn't believe it. Are we still facing the legendary fierce Northern Barbarian Army? They are not even as good as the militia of Beiyan...... Liang Jing's great credit, I'm afraid it won't be so easy to get......"

For the sake of the general's failure to win, he was able to maintain a heart that was not arrogant or impatient in the face of such a big victory, which made Feng Lian feel even more comforted. He silently looked at the southwest sky, and murmured in his heart: "Old Shuai, you have a successor!" ”

At the same time, Guo Xiao, the Marquis of Pingbei, personally led 500 guards to escort the convoy of people who were carrying grain and grass and baggage, and slowly advanced in the direction of the Flying Tiger Army camp on the official road from Jincheng to Fengjing. At this time, it has entered summer, and there is already plenty of rain, but it happened to rain again last night, and even the originally smooth official road has become muddy at this time. The hooves of the war horses have always been deep in the mud, and every time they are lifted, they will squeeze out a 'snapping' sound, and the wooden cart in the hands of the people has to take several times more force than usual to be able to move.

Youbei Third Road is not as humid as Nankang, but it is much wetter than Yanjing City. In the face of such muddy ground, which is inconvenient for marching, according to the common sense of the art of war, it is necessary to rest for two days, and only after the ground is dry again can we march again. However, Guo Xiao, the Marquis of Pingbei, who was the most cautious in his life, unexpectedly did not pass down such a general order at this time. He personally took off his combat boots, stepped barefoot in the mud, and helped the people push the cart forward; And these auxiliary soldiers, seeing that their old commanders are working so hard, they are not embarrassed to complain about being tired, they all gritted their teeth and worked hard, wanting to merge with the front and middle armies as quickly as possible.

At the same time, in the woods on both sides of the official road, Shen Guizheng sat on the fork of the tree with a straw stick in his hand, his feet constantly rubbing the mud against each other; On the other tree, Yan Chongwu, who had climbed the tree easily, also looked in the direction of Pingbei Hou.

As the so-called poison is like starving food, as Guo Xiao worries, as Guo Xing worries, Yan Chongwu, who faked his death and got out, and Shen Gui, the 'Pingtou people', this somewhat strange combination, really came to the grain road of the Pingbei army.

To this day, a big battle carefully planned by Shen Gui can be regarded as a complete sounding of the opening gong!