Chapter 3155 When surrender encounters investment

Zhao Yan, standing in front of Wei Yan, was in a mess, but he did not whisper because of this, but was a little neither humble nor arrogant.

"You want to surrender?"

Wei Yan seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Whether to surrender or not depends on me, it depends on the general." Zhao Yan bowed and said.

At the end of the battle, Cao's army almost fought all, and most of the remaining soldiers were injured and moaned sadly.

Zhao Yan was wearing a battle robe and wearing armor outside. His trousers had fallen, his hair was scattered, and his face was covered with dirt and blood. What weapons had naturally been confiscated.

The rest of the Cao army survived, not many of them were tied aside.

Wei Yan did not let the soldiers tie Zhao Yan up because Wei Yan had this confidence.

Even if there are ten more Zhao Yan like him, he is not Wei Yan's opponent.

What's more, Wei Yan is holding a sword in his hand now. Even if he is not unsheathed, Wei Yan is confident that when Zhao Yan makes some dangerous and extraordinary moves, he will chop him to the ground with one knife.

So Wei Yan asked Zhao Yan about what he said, it was actually a bit like a cat watching a mouse, with a feeling of playing with prey. No matter what the mouse does or how it runs, it cannot escape from the cat's palm.

But when Wei Yan and Zhao Yan faced each other, Wei Yan saw a look that made Wei Yan feel a little surprised...

It's not fear, nor is it crazy.

It seems a little contempt?

Um?

Still some concerns?

Zhao Yan looked at Wei Yan as if he was illiterate. Because Zhao Yan was worried that what he said would be illiterate and could not understand.

If Wei Yan comes up and wants to kill, then the scholar will be unable to explain anything when he meets a soldier.

Wei Yan often saw this kind of literati looking at the martial artist for a while.

It was in Jingzhou at that time.

Military men are despised, while literati are noble.

In other words, those who work hard are all lowly, while those who use their mouths and brains are all noble.

I look down on Mud Legs, because Mud Legs have to deal with mud all day long, and they are either smelly sweat or fishy smell of mud, or the smell of manure. They are different from the children of the gentry wearing plain silk clothes, living in a pavilion in summer, and sitting in a fur in winter with warm fragrance to feed. How is it a difference between heaven and earth?

The same is true for military generals and soldiers. On the march, mud, water, sweat and ferment, lice and fleas are caring on their bodies, bloody and smelly when they kill, and miserable whine when they open their intestines and break their abdomen. Which one will hang the edges of the word "comfort"? Which one is elegant?

Even if later feudal literati sang Chibi, they still shouted "Feedled Fan Lun Scarf". Who cares if the big-headed soldiers who participated in the war were dirty or smelly?

If everyone goes to be elegant, who will do the dirty and tiring work?

The children of the gentry didn't think about this issue. Anyway, they felt that there were many people, so if they didn't do it, there would always be someone to do it.

Back then, Wei Yan was also jealous of these literati and the children of the gentry.

When he was in Jingxiang, Wei Yan beat Yang Yi for a moment, although he was angry for a while, he might not have accumulated various injustice for a long time because of being a military general. Those literati clans had less military achievements than him, their martial arts skills were worse than him, and their military law was worse than him, but because they were born into a gentry and a wealthy family, they had nothing to do with whom, and they were treated differently.

Why?

These thoughts changed, and Wei Yan's feeling of resentment became stronger and stronger.

Wei Yan is now a general who is in charge of the army and has arbitrary military power, but he is still a little dissatisfied in his heart. It is not that he is dissatisfied with the cavalry, but that he is dissatisfied with such literati and polite, and that he believes that this emphasis on literature and politeness is an injustice against military generals like Wei Yan. He wants greater achievements and proves that he has greater value than those literati.

"You want to surrender?" Wei Yan stared at Zhao Yan, "What can you do to survive? Could it be that you claim that you cannot die, and you are still following you?"

After hearing Wei Yan's ridicule, Zhao Yan not only did not get angry, but instead breathed a sigh of relief.

Since he knows allusions and ridicule, he can at least understand the words. Zhao Yan bowed to Wei Yan and said, "The defeated general dares not speak of his ancestors... I just want to ask the general, is he going to be famous in the world for the name of slaughter?"

『…』 Wei Yan fell silent, then squinted at Zhao Yan, "Are you ridiculing Yu?"

Zhao Yan shook his head and said, "It's not a ridicule, it's a desire to show one's aspirations. Perhaps... it can be praised in the world, and the aspirations of yours and mys, either for bad things, or for good things... From this, we can see the aspirations of the cavalry."

"The ambition of the cavalry is also what you can say?" Wei Yan laughed.

"If the cavalry wants to win the world, why can't the world be judged?" Zhao Yan said, "What's more, if you don't even have such a mind, you'll be killed."

Wei Yan was slightly stunned, and then snorted quickly, "No need to provoke the general, I have something to say."

Zhao Yan looked at the sky, "In this way, the general still pursued him closely, which shows that the general's desire for merit is greater than the threat of the heavenly time... It also shows that the general's Śrāvaka is not revealed now, otherwise...

Zhao Yan paused intentionally, and then without waiting for Wei Yan to ask or do any other actions, he continued, "Otherwise, there would be no need to take the risk of chasing him to this point... If the general had not had great ambitions, why would he have worked so hard?"

Wei Yan did not answer, and his face did not change any particular change. Only a little light seemed to flash in his eyes.

He was originally a very opinionated person and would not change his mind easily after making up his mind. Therefore, no matter what Zhao Yan said, he would not be moved by his words. However, the only thing that could impress him was himself.

It is his own heart.

Over the years, I have worked hard and fought endlessly, is it for fun?

Isn't it because I heard a sentence once?

Wei Yan's hand gently rubbed the handle of the knife.

There are a few words on the handle of the knife, which are already very vague, but in Wei Yan's mind, it is still very clear.

This is a very weird scene.

The two sides were still slashing each other a second ago, and the dead bodies were lying in a row in the mountain road. The smell of blood mixed with the fishy smell of human abdominal cavity lingered around. But now Wei Yan and Zhao Yan were talking about "ambition" like friends.

"The Han Dynasty should not be like this... Since the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, those who have never been able to kill and gain the world..." Zhao Yan said in a deep voice, "Shandong is very pedantic, but how many of the cavalrymen are familiar with Shandong? I have been to Sili, Jizhou, Yuzhou, and Yanzhou, and know the terrain of various places and the customs of Shandong... I also know many secret matters in Prime Minister Cao's army... Does the general think I have this value?"

Wei Yan stared at Zhao Yan, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Zhao Yan laughed, "Just bet."

"A gamble?" Wei Yan asked.

Zhao Yan nodded, "I promised General Wen Qian, saying that I could delay here for three days... and the result was only one and a half days..."

Zhao Yan sighed and shook his head, "I looked up to myself and underestimated you, General... But since I promised others, I cannot give up easily... So I want to gamble... If the general is still a Dong thief, who only knows the merits of the head, but does not understand the harm of slaughter, then Yan will die by himself. The general can kill me first, and then pursue General Wen Qian... If the general still has great ambitions, he hopes that the Han Dynasty will reconcile, not the chaos in the world, stop killing here, and let General Wen Qian have a way out, and I will surrender the cavalry... If the cavalry wants to know what Shandong is, I will say it all... After all, the cavalry is still a minister of the Han Dynasty? You should know that killing the master and the rebellious ministers, the heaven and earth do not protect them, and the man and gods are together..."

Wei Yan laughed loudly, "I am here, behead you and others, who knows what?"

Zhao Yan pointed to the sky, pointed to the earth, and then pointed to Wei Yan, "Can the heaven and earth be known, the general knows it."

『…』 Wei Yan glanced at Zhao Yan and suddenly burst into laughter, 『So that's it! I just want to delay me for a while to fulfill your promise... Interesting, interesting...』

Zhao Yan was very careful, but confessed the reason.

Zhao Yan had been dealing with lieutenant generals before, so he knew that he should say anything and should not say anything when dealing with these people. The most important thing was that Zhao Yan honestly explained his purpose, rather than hiding it and letting Wei Yan guess.

Of course, Zhao Yan didn't tell everything, and said everything. For example, he didn't tell anything completely, but he said whatever he wanted to know...

Wei Yan smiled, "This... since it's a bet, then bet... If I wait here for three days, you will give advice for my master for three years...how?"

Zhao Yan was silent for a while, nodded and said, "A gentleman's word."

Wei Yan stretched out his hand and took a photo with Zhao Yan, "It's hard to chase after you as much as you can!"

After saying that, Wei Yan turned around and walked away, "Save those lives... Move faster, you can't stay here anymore..."

When Zhao Yan heard this, he became anxious, "You...you...

Wei Yan smiled back and said, "Don't worry, I didn't say I was going to set off, I just changed the place... The smell of blood here is so strong, so I will definitely attract jackals, tigers and leopards tonight..."

Seeing Wei Yan and others walking away, the only three or four remaining Cao army soldiers were beside Zhao Yan, "Zhao Shenjun... Even after three days, these people would probably still chase after him..."

Zhao Yan sighed, "I know... I'm just doing my best and let God do my best."

"Then you really want to go to join the army... over there?"

Zhao Yan looked over and said, "You don't think I'm just for my own life, right? I want to have the opportunity to save a few more people from Shandong... and not let the Yangcheng Massacre be staged again... What's more, it's good to delay the pace of the cavalry..."

Wei Yan walked aside.

The old horse of Wei Yan's subordinate came to Wei Yan's side, "General, we... will we... really not chase after him?"

Wei Yan laughed while walking, "Who said it? It's just... You see, our people are also very tired... You might as well find a chance to take a break... And the enemy saw that we were not chasing... people, and they relaxed in this breath and wanted to lift them up again... haha...

Wei Yan bent on Zhao Yan's side, then sneered, wanting to use surrendered troops to harm the morale of my subordinates?

Think beautifully.

One day and a half, my subordinates can rest well, but those injured Cao Jun...

I can only ask for blessings for myself.

Even if they can survive this day and a half, they will ask Zhao Yan to take Cao's army back to Hedong by himself. By then, those Cao's army will not be considered as Wei Yan's head...

I want to calculate my Wei Yanwen long, hum.

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In Pingyang City, Fei Qian sat in the main hall, and this time the one placed in the middle of the hall was not a turret or a sand table, but gold, silver and copper coins.

New style of cavalry money.

war.
To be continued...