This time, he led the 500 troops to quell the rebellion and marched through the night. There was no pomp and circumstance like the last expedition.

They passed a ruined temple, and someone lit a torch inside.

The man had a dignified appearance, and was not exactly tall in stature, but he walked with great momentum. He was a practicing martial artist, and he didn't look simple.

Originally, Zhu Shangbing and others were not interested in him, but...

"Qin Hui!"

Everyone who was originally sleepy suddenly became energetic when they saw the temple. Their eyes were full of contempt, thinking of the twelve gold medals.

Think of useless kings and treacherous ministers.

It’s not that you can’t win, it’s that you can’t fight.

"It's pitiful that Yue Fei served his country loyally, but he was attacked from both sides and ended up in such a miserable end."

Zhu Shangbing couldn't help but sigh, looking at the stone statue of Qin Hui in front of him with scarlet eyes.

The shame of Jingkang has not yet snowed. The hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed? Drive a long chariot and trample through the gap in Helan Mountain.

The great general who had great ambitions, ate the meat of Huns, and talked about thirsting for the blood of Huns. After all, he failed to clean up the old mountains and rivers, and died on New Year's Eve.

He pulled out the sword of the person next to him and waved the inscription on the stone pillar next to him.

"A horse is coming from the south to cross the Zhejiang River. Biancheng Palace is far away and rugged. Who among the Zhongxing generals will surrender to the enemy? The treacherous ministers who have betrayed the country will negotiate for peace."

The sadness between the lines of the two poems could not be concealed, and this move aroused everyone's amazement.

One is the talented Zhu Shangbing, and the other is Yue Fei, who is loyal and unable to serve the country.

The man who was alone and didn't want to negotiate with them suddenly stood up. He looked at the two poems in front of him in silence, his hands clenched into fists.

It didn't take long for the second half of the poem to pick up.

"The cold rain accumulates in the ancient temple of Huangye, and there are many white clouds in the green mountains and barren tombs. How can I say goodbye to Zhuxian Town without seeing the general playing a triumphant song?"

When Zhu Shangbing put the sword back into its scabbard, the group of people had not yet reacted.

If that strange young man hadn't suddenly walked up to him, those unreliable guys might still be immersed in the poem.

The person in front of me didn't mean any harm, he just handed over his hand and said something.

"Thank you, little general, for writing the poem."

The sudden action made Zhu Shangbing confused. He really didn't know what it had to do with the person in front of him. He was just writing a poem.

But seeing how serious he looked, he still suppressed what was in his heart and said only one sentence.

"you are?"

Only then did the man understand, and he replied quickly with an awkward smile.

"In Xiayue Nanshan."

Many eyes gathered when he said his name, and they had a bold guess in their hearts.

Hearing this, Zhu Shangbing nodded, first murmured his name, and then was shocked.

"Yue Nanshan...could it be you?"

"The ancestors are exactly the people in the poem."

He directly stated that Yue Nanshan was not happy to come here, but this ruined temple was the only place where he could rest.

This is a last resort.

But I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes. Someone wrote a poem in Qin Hui's temple, and he wrote about his ancestor Yue Fei.

What a great blessing indeed.

Hearing this title, Zhu Shangbing looked at the person in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

"I have never seen General Yue's magnificence, but today I am able to catch a glimpse of it from your brows and eyes. I am really lucky."

After saying this, Yue Nanshan touched his head in embarrassment and said nothing.

but……

He looked outside, looking at the well-equipped people and the strong horses, and couldn't help but ask.

"You are joking, I wonder what you are talking about?"

Regarding the purpose of this trip, although someone told me to keep it a secret.

But in front of Zhu Shangbing, everything was arranged in a rectangular manner.

Although he thought about it, he blurted out and directly explained to Yue Nanshan the purpose of coming here.

"Suppress bandits."

Their destination is not far away, it is on the mountain fifty miles away.

Hearing this, Yue Nanshan was filled with joy, smiled, took out the wine from his bag, and sat down to drink with him.

"The purpose of my trip is also to deal with these bandits, but I don't have the ability to eliminate them. Brother, you are sent by the imperial court, right? I don't know your surname?"

Who else but the court can have such troops?

Although there are some private soldiers from famous families, you can tell by looking at the difference. What's more, the discipline of the group of people in front of them is surprisingly good. Although they look immature, it can be seen from the fact that some people just moved stones with bare hands that they are quite capable.

He became more and more curious about the name of the person who wrote the poem, and who was the son of a general.

Little did he know that the next three words completely stunned him.

He said.

"Zhu Shangbing."

These three words struck my ears like thunder.

Externally it can destroy the remnants of the Mongols, and internally it can stain the streets with blood and kill assassins.

Moreover, he is also young. He even called me brother a few times just now. Could it be...

"There is no need to be restrained. Since we share the same goals, we are brothers. Can we be together when we suppress bandits?"

The person in front of me has a chivalrous spirit that Zhu Shangbing never had. He has been immersed in martial arts novels for a long time, and he loves the heroes who roar when they encounter injustice or the cold and aloof swordsmen.

Yue Nanshan happens to be the former, a pot of turbid wine makes people happy.

"I didn't expect that the person drinking with me today would be His Royal Highness. It seems that I won't be willing to throw away this wine gourd in the future."

He looked at the wine gourd in his hand and joked with a smile.

As he finished speaking, there were bursts of laughter from all around, and Deng Quan was still snickering pretending to be serious.

It is really……

"I'll give you extra training next time. You won't be allowed to eat meat for a week."

The originally happy face turned completely bitter, and Deng Quan almost threw himself on Zhu Shangbing to beg for mercy.

But at this moment, the latter did not have time to continue doing these things, so he asked the people around him.

"Then do you know what the people in Huangshan Village did?"

Not sure whether the rumors were true or not, he originally wanted to go to a village to inquire.

I didn't expect that there is a ready-made one now. If you don't ask, it's free.

Yue Nanshan sighed and told what he knew.

"I haven't witnessed it with my own eyes, but the rumors are indeed true. They massacred the village and took the beautiful women to the mountains to do things worse than animals. The people were helpless. That's why I wanted to go up the mountain. Although there was no way to destroy them, at least I had to kill them.

A group of women rescued her."

Such behavior is really outrageous.

The army that suppressed the rebellion and even Zhu Shangbing and Yue Nanshan were young and energetic.

He is so full of blood that he can only think about destroying them.

but……

"Are there only five hundred of you?"

Only then did Yue Nanshan realize that something was wrong and asked Zhu Shangbing in surprise.

The latter nodded and told what happened in the court one by one. He could see that after the confession, there was pity in the man's eyes.

It made him feel very embarrassed.

But Zhu Shangbing soon returned to normal, thinking about those rumors helplessly.

"Five hundred people are enough. The top priority now is to visit the affected villages."

After hearing this, Yue Nanshan thought for a moment, pointed in a direction and said.

"Not far from here, I heard there is a village called Liujiacun."

With the exact goal in mind, they temporarily finalized their itinerary.

Sleeping in shifts.

When the fish belly turned white, they set off on their journey again.

Until he arrived at Liujiacun, Zhu Shangbing didn't know how to describe the scene in front of him. Even the quelling troops on the battlefield were frightened after witnessing it.

I saw several rows of human skins hanging at the entrance of Liujia Village. The corpses were deliberately piled into a mountain, and the fishy stench rose to the sky.

Hell is empty.
Chapter completed!