At the end of the year and the beginning of the new year, the end of 2012 is about to pass, and all the past events are gone with the wind. I wish all my friends a happy new year.
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Under a clear sky in winter, the thick Hanzhong City Wall is old and weathered, and flags are flying on top of the city and it is heavily guarded. Although the east gate of Hanzhong has been opened wide at this time, it seems that the city gate has become a forbidden area. Even though there is no soldier guarding it,
No one dares to cross the threshold.
There were crowds of people inside and outside the city wall. The 50,000 Huangtian camp soldiers outside the city stood tall and straight, motionless in the cold wind, and a murderous atmosphere filled the air in all directions. The 30,000 skitarii inside the city were equally majestic, as if the two sides were fighting against each other.
They were facing each other across a thick city wall, with a tense atmosphere.
Most of the people in Hanzhong gathered together in the city. Unlike the army, they were either talking in low voices or pointing. But the focus of all eyes was on the city head of the east gate of Hanzhong. Because that is the most attractive place today.
Eyeballing the place, the second negotiation between Tianfeng Huangjin King Ming and Tianfeng Huangjin Saint Girl was held at the head of Hanzhong City.
This is Zhang Baiqi's final decision, and he was frightened by the last negotiation. This time, under the attention of all Hanzhong people, the negotiation was open under the gaze of the soldiers from both sides, and all the main generals from both sides participated. If the two of them were to do it again
To stage the "full force" of the first negotiation, let's simply let the troops from both sides demolish Hanzhong City together! Zhang Baiqi also expected that the two would never fight easily, so he did it as a last resort.
The time for the negotiation is set in the morning, and the location is in the temporary tent set up at the top of Hanzhong City. Obviously, Qin Yang's troops and Zhang Ning's Skitarii have already received the news. There are 30,000 Skitarii and 50,000 Huangtian Camp.
The soldiers had already arrived inside and outside the city wall to stand ready to cheer for their commander.
Zhang Baiqi arrived at the top of the city early, but what he didn't expect was that someone came earlier than him. When he came to the big tent, Zhang Ning, the saint of the Yellow Turban Sect, had already brought his subordinates.
The commander was sitting there.
"Did this girl arrive last night?... She didn't mean to cause trouble, did she?!" When Zhang Baiqi saw Zhang Ning, who was wearing a bronze mask and was silent, his mind immediately recalled the scene that started the dispute between the two parties last time.
One scene.
Thinking of this, Zhang Baiqi couldn't help but break out in cold sweat again. If that's really the case, then Ning'er has gone too far. This time it's not as simple as fighting and demolishing the house like last time. The troops from both sides are here.
The city is watching with eager eyes, and it is very likely to turn into a fierce bloody fight. And there are so many Hanzhong people...
The more Zhang Baiqi thought about it, the more he felt frightened in his heart. He coughed slightly and said, "Ning... Saint, you..."
"His Royal Highness the Yellow Turban Emperor Ming of Heaven has arrived!" A loud shout interrupted Zhang Baiqi's words. The big tent door opened, and Qin Yang, dressed in fine clothes, filed in with Guo Jia, Ma Yuanyi and other Yellow Turban generals.
"Long live the Ming Dynasty! Long live the Yellow Turbans!" The tsunami-like shouts of the Huangtian camp soldiers outside the city shook Hanzhong.
"Long live the Saint! Long live the Yellow Turban!" The skitarii in the city were not to be outdone. The roars from both sides came one after another, and they were all shouting for their commander with their strongest roars.
"Oh no! Am I late again?" Qin Yang's signature smile froze on his face, and he was startled when he looked at Zhang Ning, who had already sat down and showed no expression at all. In order to avoid the embarrassment of being late last time, Qin Yang today
I woke up very early and arrived at the city more than an hour early. Unexpectedly, Zhang Ning came earlier.
"His Royal Highness Prince Ming is late again." Zhang Ning's voice sounded. Zhang Baiqi's heart skipped a beat and he broke into a cold sweat. The thing he was most worried about finally appeared.
"Oh...hehe, I'm sorry. The saint is worried about the country and the people and rushes ahead of Qin Yang. Qin Yang feels ashamed..." Qin Yang was beyond Zhang Baiqi's expectations. After being slightly startled, he smiled again.
, apologized profusely. With this performance, even Guo Jia, Ma Yuanyi and others behind Qin Yang were a little confused. They didn't understand that they usually had to argue three points when they were unreasonable, and Qin Yang was never forgiving when he was justified.
, why did he suddenly become like a humble gentleman today? Could it be that a serious illness burned out the brain of the Yellow Turban Ming King?!
"Well, it's good to know that you're wrong... Go out, drink northwest wind for an hour, and come back when the time is up! I feel sick when I see you!" Zhang Ning's tone did not sound like a joke at all, but was "disgusting".
The words seem to be venting, and they are said very seriously.
"Ning'er! Don't be ridiculous!" Zhang Baiqi frowned. Qin Yang's performance was beyond his expectation, but Zhang Ning clearly didn't give Qin Yang any face. Not to mention Qin Yang, just the generals under Qin Yang's command
They all immediately changed their expressions and glared angrily, and the atmosphere in the entire tent suddenly became tense. The humiliation of the commander-in-chief was the shame of the generals, and even Guo Jia and Ma Yuanyi, who were extremely well-educated, could not bear it. A bloody battle was about to break out!
"What? Your Highness Prince Ming's ears are not working well? I told you to get out!" Zhang Ning ignored Zhang Baiqi and said impatiently. It seemed that she was not reprimanding Prince Ming, who had an army of 300,000, but the Yellow Turban Prince Ming.
She is like a useless slave.
"Holy girl, don't bully others..." Ma Yuanyi raised his eyebrows and shouted sternly. At the same time, he had already pinched a spell in his hand and was ready to take action at any time.
"Master Ma! Forget it..." Qin Yang reached out to stop Ma Yuanyi, took a deep look at Zhang Ning, smiled slightly, and said: "Since the saint doesn't want to see me, let's go out. The weather is very good today.
The scenery should be good..."
"Saint, calm down, everything is Qin Yang's fault. No matter what the saint asks Qin Yang to do, I have no complaints at all." After Qin Yang said that, he bowed deeply to Zhang Ning, turned around and walked out of the tent under the astonished eyes of everyone.
After all the generals under Qin Yang walked out of the tent with anger and dissatisfaction, Zhang Baiqi took a long breath, then frowned at Zhang Ning and said: "Ning'er! What you did is too much.
Come on! Do you really want to see my Yellow Turban soldiers spilling blood on the battlefield again and destroying all lives? Stop fooling around and invite His Highness Prince Ming back as soon as possible!"
"Am I kidding?" Zhang Ning gritted his teeth under the bronze mask, feeling extremely aggrieved. "I can't wait to tear him into pieces! Letting him get out will be an advantage for him!"
Outside the tent, Qin Yang, who had just entered, appeared again with all the generals. Everyone in the city looked at each other in astonishment. The shouts of "Long live King Ming!" once again rang out, and the voices of "Long live the Saint!" also came from the city.
Joining in the fun has a bit of a "you sing and I'll come on stage" vibe.
Letting the shouts from the city go like a mountain and a tsunami, Qin Yang stared at the sky in a daze without saying a word. The generals under his command were also a little overwhelmed and looked at Qin Yang quietly. After a while, the shouts from the city gradually began to become chaotic.
, weakened. Huang Tianying soldiers who thought that Qin Yang appeared again at the top of the city to say something to boost morale began to be confused. His Highness the Yellow Turban Ming King remained motionless at the top of the city, with no intention of speaking. Could it be that His Highness came out to enjoy the scenery?
The soldiers of Huang Tianying looked at the city in confusion. If these bloody men knew that Qin Yang was scolded, Hanzhong City would immediately turn into a sea of blood.
"Your Highness... what are you..." Guo Jia couldn't stand the instigation of everyone and came behind Qin Yang. Even he, who was very resourceful, couldn't figure out what Qin Yang had eaten wrong today. Even Qin Yang
If you want to pretend to be a gentleman, there is no need to say such harsh words before leaving the tent, right?
"Guo Jia..."
"Your Highness!"
"The scenery is nice today, but the wind is a bit cold..."
"Huh?..." Guo Jia looked at the flags fluttering gently on the city wall from time to time, and was a little confused. It was obviously sunny and sunny, a rare good weather in the depth of winter, so why did Qin Yang say it was cold?
"Your Highness, please forgive me. Even if you have the world in mind and don't want to see the Yellow Turbans fighting among themselves, you are magnanimous and tolerant. But the Saint is so aggressive that she clearly doesn't understand even half of His Highness's good intentions. If this continues,
I'm afraid His Highness will suffer heavy losses!" Guo Jia stopped laughing and said seriously. He felt that Qin Yang seemed to be a different person today, and the only way was to persuade him with righteous words.
"A mistake is a mistake, and if you make a mistake, you must bear it. As the Yellow Turban King, this is even more true. What's the point of giving in? It can make me feel a little less guilty, no matter what..."
"Your Highness?..." Guo Jia paused suddenly. He heard that there was a deep meaning in Qin Yang's words, which seemed to be a pun. But he didn't know why. He could only sigh silently and stood behind Qin Yang no longer.
say.
"His Highness is kind-hearted and puts the overall situation first in everything. Zhang Baiqi bows to you! Zhang Baiqi boldly and respectfully asks His Highness to re-enter the account..."
"Oh?" Qin Yang turned around and looked at Zhang Baiqi, who looked ugly, and asked, "Is this also what the saint meant?"
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