It is still dozens of miles from Yumu County to Yumuwan. The vast Gobi Desert is not easy to walk.

At this time, the atmosphere in Song Wensong's central army tent was very tense.

Song Wensong's two great counselors Wu Liewen, Xing Zheng, looked worried, and the commanders under his command were also anxious. Song Wensong did not sit in the middle as usual, but carried his hands on his back, holding two stone balls in his hand, standing by the small grille window of the military tent, looking into the vast desert in the distance.

"The third young master, the so-called visitor is not good. This time the general led everyone to come and said it was a patrol. I am afraid that the drunkard's intention was not to drink. How should we deal with it? You must make a decision!" Wu Liewen said, his body was thin, like a bamboo pole, and bowed to Song Wensong.

The stone ball in Song Wensong's hand turned even more urgently. His face was full of fat and his eyes were shining with eagle-like rays, and he said quietly: "How long will my father arrive?"

"I just received the letter from Feiying. The general has set off. According to the time, it will be at most dusk today! If you want to arrange it, you have to act immediately, and there is not much time left!" Wu Liewen said.

Song Wensong suddenly turned around, looked at his subordinates and said, "What do you think?"

A group of thousands of commanders knelt down and said, "We are following the three generals and obeying the general's orders!"

Song Wensong sighed and said, "Everyone is forcing me, aggressive, it makes it difficult for me to gain a foothold! Hehe, I, Song Wensong, have taken every step slower than others since I was a child. Even if I get a little benefit, I have to pay an extraordinary price.

Look at them again. They can be called upon by the wind and rain since they were born. It is just a small task to want anything. I don’t fight with them. I know I can’t fight, but they have repeatedly gained a lot and insisted on forcing me to go to a dead end and go to a dead end!"

Song Wensong's tone was cold, and his heart burst out with anger, making the air seem to be filled with a slightly fishy and sweet smell of blood. He exerted force on his hands and heard a "click" sound, and two round stone balls were actually crushed by him.

He suddenly turned around and said, "Where has the county magistrate named Lu?"

"I have already invited you, I guess you will arrive in half an hour!"

Song Wensong shouted: "Put up the formation and put on the airs. For the sake of the present, the only way is to let him cooperate in singing a play!"

Wu Liewen said: "The third general, Lu, a newcomer, can you act well according to your requirements? Will there be a problem and make a mess? I think it's just a fake show and a abandoned car to protect the handsome guy. Look..."

Song Wensong waved his hand and said, "It's too early to say anything now. It's a mule or a horse that has to be pulled out! All the commanders of thousands of men have returned to the camp and listened to me. From now on, you are not allowed to remove your armor or go out. You can't leave your swords and guns. Feed all the horses. After noon, you will put all the horses on the saddle. Have you heard it?"

"Yes! Lead the general and general order!" Many commanders ordered the tent to go down, and each returned to the camp to prepare to go. In the central army's tent, Song Wensong's hundreds of personal guards were all wearing bright armor and holding bright long spears in their hands. They were surrounded by water inside and outside the tent.

The banquet in the tent was properly rectified, and the big pot of beef and mutton was covered with burning charcoal fires. The hot air in the tent was circling and steaming, and the atmosphere was so serious and solemn.

Finally, there was a horse neighing outside, and Wu Liewen was happy and said, "It must be Feng Xuelin who is here!"

As soon as Wu Lie finished speaking, a hearty laughter came from outside the Central Army's tent. Then, the curtain was lifted up, and Feng Xuelin, wearing military uniform, stepped into the tent and knelt down and bowed to the authentic tent:

"The last general Feng Xuelin pays homage to the third general! Third general, do you really want to invite our brothers to have a drink when you hold a banquet like this?"

A rare smile appeared on Song Wensong's serious face. He personally stepped forward to help Feng Xuelin up and said, "Xuelin, the snowy sky has made you work hard! Can Lord Lu Zheng come?"

Feng Xuelin smiled and said, "Did the third general say the little white face with the surname Lu? He still has to wait for a while. Wen Sheng, who has lost his book bag, can't even sit steadily on his butt, haha..."

Feng Xuelin laughed loudly, and Wu Liewen, Xing Zheng and others also laughed. In Yumu, no one could knock on those sour scholars who could only lose nerds.

Although Wu Liewen and Xing Zheng are strategists, they are also good at it. Song Wensong himself is unparalleled in bravery, so naturally everyone under his command also advocates martial arts and regards martial arts as the most respected.

Besides, Yumu County tests Song Wensong's territory. In everyone's eyes, the magistrate of Yumu County is no different from Song Wensong's slaves. Like Feng Xuelin and other soldiers who followed Song Wensong to kill the enemy on the battlefield, Song Wensong regarded them as brothers. The so-called arrogant soldiers were these people.

Song Wensong's domestic slaves are also domestic slaves in their eyes! So from the bottom of their hearts, they look down on Lu Zheng at all.

The atmosphere in the tent was lively and enthusiastic. Feng Xuelin has always been Song Wensong's confidant. He was sent to Yumu to be responsible for the guards of the county town, and naturally he also had the intention of monitoring the county magistrate's rule. Song Wensong wanted to master the place, which was also an inevitable means.

Although the military tent from the county magistrate to Song Wensong is not far away, Feng Xuelin cannot come here casually on weekdays. Today, he was ordered to come here. A group of brothers have been reunited after a long separation, so they must ask about their health.

Feng Xuelin saw the tension inside and outside the tent, and thought roughly that the third general was going to give a warning to Lu today. After all, Lu was an official from the capital. It is said that he still has a solid background. If he didn't warn him well, I'm afraid he won't obey him!

In this way, after about two cups of tea, there was another noise outside. When soldiers outside heard reports from him, saying that Yumu County Magistrate Lu Zheng, County Magistrate Tang Guanping, Bo Liu Ran, Dian Shi Xiong Qiang and others came to pay homage to the third general.

Song Wensong's eyes flashed with a bright light, he laughed, and said, "We're finally here, hurry up, hurry up, please come to the account!"

With the order from Song Wensong, the guards around the entire camp moved. The guards lined up in two rows and came out a way. They all held the iron axe in their hands, and the bright weapon released a biting chill. What would be the situation like this?

Lu Zheng followed the boy and Nie Xiaonu. County Magistrate Tang Guanping and Lord Bo Liu Ran no longer had the previous arrogant attitude and became trembling and trepidated. Dian Shi Xiong Qiang's expression was the most calm, but he was wondering what the third general was meant today.

In the big tent, the fire was cooking meat and the mist was rising. Song Wensong's fat and tall body almost blocked the windows of the small grille. The entire tent seemed to be covered by his shadow, which invisibly put great pressure on people. Here, Song Wensong is the master, and he has absolute power. Who dares to compete with the famous Three Young Master Song?

"Secretary Tang Guanping, Liu Ran meets the third general!" Tang Guanping and Liu Ran knelt down to worship almost at the same time. Looking at the frightened expressions of the two, their courage seemed to be scared!

Song Wensong did not look back or speak. A sneer appeared on Feng Xuelin's lips. There were Wu Liewen, Xing Zheng and other strategists in the tent. There were also Song Wensong's personal guards standing around. Everyone stared at Lu Zheng and others with a contemptuous look.

Seeing this, Dian Shi Xiong Qiang stepped forward and said, "Xiao Guan Xiong Qiang greeted the third general!"

Song Wensong remained motionless and did not turn around. His eyes were staring at the distance outside the window, and his whole body seemed to be in a state of contemplation, completely unaware of the guests behind him.

The atmosphere in the tent suddenly became tense, and the air seemed to be frozen. Tang Guanping and others knelt on the ground, fearful and trembling, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble.

Feng Xuelin suddenly shouted, "I'm so brave. I haven't seen any rituals in the general's tent. Could it be that scholars have never even learned rituals?"

Feng Xuelin stared at Lu Zheng with a fierce look on his face. Nie Xiaonu, who was beside him, raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "What are you? Do you dare to shout at my young master?"

Feng Xuelin was slightly stunned and said angrily: "You are looking for death!"

As Feng Xuelin spoke, his figure flashed and rushed towards Lu Zheng. The boy stood beside Lu Zheng. Look at his appearance, his short figure and his appearance were not good. He took a step to the side, stretched out his hand, grabbed one of Feng Xuelin's legs, and then pulled it gently. Feng Xuelin fell to the ground with a "clang". Nie Xiaonu stepped on Feng Xuelin's lower abdomen. Such an extremely tough man actually rolled on the ground and couldn't move!

This change sounds very slow, but in fact it happened between the sparks of calcium carbide. From Feng Xuelin's movement to being controlled, many people did not come back to their senses. Everyone in the tent was shocked. They did not expect that the girl and boy around Lu Zheng were so powerful.

"Swish, swish, swish!" A personal guard quickly pulled out his sword and wanted to encircle Lu Zheng.

"Haha!" Song Wensong suddenly laughed and waved his hand and said, "What are you doing? Lord Lu is my distinguished guest, don't be presumptuous!"

Song Wensong turned around and smiled, walked to Lu Zheng with a warm expression, and said, "It's not long since we parted in Shatian County. I really didn't expect that Lord Lu would have a good career and was promoted to the magistrate of Yumu County! You and I are really destined to be...

Come and see Lord Lu!”

Immediately, beautiful maids came in one after another and prepared a seat for Lu Zheng. Song Wensong waved his hand gently, then looked at Tang Guanping and others, and said, "Why are you still kneeling? Get up!"

Tang Guanping and Liu Ran stood up, but there was no seat for them. Lu Zheng sat down leisurely. There was a large table across from him. Song Wensong also sat down. The two of them sat opposite each other, and the beautiful maid poured wine and served the dishes. The atmosphere in the tent seemed to gradually become warmer.

Song Wensong picked up the wine glass and said, "Mr. Lu, I will toast you this first cup! You and I will live in Elm in the future. I sincerely hope that I can achieve good results like in Shatian, so that my people in Elm will be prosperous and healthy. Come and drink!"

After saying that, Song Wensong drank the wine in the glass and looked at Lu Zheng.
Chapter completed!