Jiang Pengji frowned and thought for a while.
The burly man ignored his injuries and bowed to Jiang Pengji in tears. His rough and tired face was covered in tears and his eyes were red.
"Middle Commander, my master died unjustly. Now, only a strand of young master's bloodline is left. I hope that Middle Commander will take into account the fact that my master was an official of the same dynasty and lend a helping hand. Send someone to escort young master back to Wolong County of Haozhou. I am willing to serve you for the rest of my life …"
The tall and sturdy man was crying and kneeling to someone. No matter who it was, they would definitely be moved by this sight.
The viewers in the livestream room were moved by him. They secretly felt sympathy for him and sympathized with his experience.
Garlic Lobster Gaifan: "I can feel his helplessness and pain even through the screen. The ancients said that a scholar would die for his bosom friend. I think the Wolong County Chief was his "bosom friend." His lord died in front of him. He must be in so much pain. "
Shrimp Meatballs: "I feel the same." On the surface, the burly man should be the resolute type, but now he is crying so miserably … "
Secret Sauce Mixed Rice: "You all sympathize with him? I hate him a little. His lord and comrade died, but what does that have to do with the streamer? There are enemies ahead and the streamer can't even take care of herself. Why should she agree to his request? To serve him for the rest of his life? The streamer doesn't lack people who would risk their lives for her. Even if he died a terrible death, I don't like him. "
Yinji Red Date and Lotus Seed Soup: "You're being too serious. But I don't like it, either. If the streamer had survived the crisis, the streamer might have agreed to his request. Isn't he just making trouble for the streamer by bringing this up now? "
The comments in the streaming room floated across the screen. Many viewers expressed their opinions, but most of them sympathized with the burly man.
Jiang Pengji ignored the comments and asked someone to help the burly man up from the ground.
She said, "The Wolong County Chief died a terrible death at the hands of a traitor. I can't just sit back and do nothing. You should recuperate first. If even you collapse, who can your young master count on? You have to pull yourself together to protect the young lord. "
Jiang Pengji's answer was a little vague, but she was a little relieved. The burly man knew when to stop.
"Thank you, Lieutenant General."
There were many wounds on his body, and he had lost a lot of blood. After talking for a while, his emotions had fluctuated several times, and now he was mentally and physically exhausted.
The medics placed him on a stretcher and carried him out.
When they were far away, Jiang Pengji's gaze turned slightly cold.
Yang Si stepped forward and said, "My lord, this matter should not be concluded too early."
"I know, but I haven't agreed yet."
Jiang Pengji smiled. Her jade-like eyes were filled with calculation.
When Feng Zhen heard this, he understood Jiang Pengji's intentions. A meaningful smile appeared on his face.
The Lord was the Lord. She was not easily emotional or moved. Only in this way could she go further.
He said, "Wolong County is located in Haozhou, which is not a bad place. How does my lord intend to use it? "
How could he not eat a fat piece of meat that was delivered to his doorstep?
However, Feng Zhen wanted to know if his lord intended to eat it herself, or if she was doing Huang Song a favor.
Jiang Pengji thought for a moment, then said, "Wolong County's elites are almost all dead, and only a few of them managed to escape. How can they defend Wolong County with just a few injured people and an eleven-year-old Cai Xiang? Bogao is also in Haozhou. He is the county chief of Haozhou's Maode County, which is Wolong County's neighbor. How could he not have any ideas? Even if we don't talk about Bogao, just the local power in Wolong County is not something that Cai Xiang can suppress … It is indeed a fat piece of meat … It is no less than a child carrying a gold brick through the streets … "
After saying this, Jiang Pengji added, "As for how to use it, I have not decided yet. I would like to hear your opinions."
Hearing this, the bullet screen in the livestream turned into astonished exclamation marks.
F * ck!
Their streamer had no intention of helping the remaining soldiers in Wolong County. Instead, she wanted to use them for her own benefit?
Many of the viewers felt uncomfortable. Wasn't this bullying children and stealing their property? But they knew that the streamer lived in a different era from them. They felt that her actions were excessive and inhumane, but reality proved that her actions were correct.
If she was soft-hearted, she would not even be able to protect her family and property, let alone the world.
Therefore, the viewers tolerated this discomfort. Only a few with a bad temper expressed their disgust.
The Wolong County chief's retainer was crying and begging, so why did the streamer not feel the slightest bit moved? Instead, she was thinking about stealing their property?
Using modern thinking, the streamer's father had just died in an accident and left a large inheritance for the little boy Cai Xiang. The streamer had nothing to do with Cai Xiang. She just happened to pass by and saved him. Yet, she was thinking about how to divide his inheritance. Wasn't that disgusting?
Of course, Jiang Pengji did not care about the bullet screen.
Li Yun, who had been silent for a long time, lowered his eyes and thought for a moment. He tried to ask, "Why don't we lend the troops to Cai Xiang?"
Lending the troops to Cai Xiang was just an excuse.
On the surface, she was saying that she was helping Cai Xiang, but in reality, she was making Cai Xiang a figurehead.
Huang Song did not dare to confront Jiang Pengji head-on. If Jiang Pengji used this method to take over Wolong County, he could only pinch his nose and bear with it. But … Jiang Pengji frowned and recalled the Great Universal Geographical Map of Dongqing.
Seeing that Jiang Pengji did not say anything, Li Yun secretly glanced at Yang Si and Feng Zhen's expressions.
Did he come up with another stupid idea?
Feng Zhen sighed. "Wolong County is indeed a good place. If we can occupy it, Huang Song's every move will be under the lord's nose. With that, we won't have to worry about him becoming a powerful force. But … it's a pity … we have to give it up … "
Chongzhou, Wanzhou, and Hu County were all north of Dongqing.
From Feng Zhen's point of view, Wolong County was an awkward place. If they took it for themselves, it would be too much of a stretch.
Not only that, but Wolong County was located in a mountain range. It was a place that military strategists would fight for.
If Jiang Pengji really took it, she would have to tilt her troops to the south to ensure that they would be able to send reinforcements in time if anything happened to Wolong County.
Thus, there was a problem …
If Jiang Pengji tilted her troops to the south, how would they defend the northern borderline from the north?
For Jiang Pengji, Wolong County was currently of little value. It was a hot potato.
It was better to use it as a bargaining chip and cooperate with Huang Song to gain more benefits.
However, Yang Si and the others were not willing to let Huang Song take advantage of it.
"Let's put this matter aside for now." Jiang Pengji lowered her eyelids to hide the scheming in her eyes. "The most important thing now is how to safely pass through Jiamen Pass and avoid being ambushed. If we go down the same path as the chief of Wolong County, there's no point in thinking about it now. "
Everyone understood what she meant.
Meng Hun, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly stepped forward. "My lord, there's something I don't know if I should say …"
"It's fine. Go ahead."
"I suspect that the spy might be hiding among the remnants of Wolong County."
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