"Sir, no!" Fu Xie was shocked when he heard this and hurriedly bowed: "Sir, Didao is a place where the rebels are heavily in the army, and there is a wasteland around him, so there is no way to hide. It is unwise to attack!"

Fu Xie's ancestor was Fu Jiezi during the Western Han Dynasty. Everyone may not be familiar with Fu Jiezi, but Fu Jiezi's words "I will never return until I destroy Loulan" have been sung for thousands of years.?

With the ancestor of this legendary hero, Fu Xie also had a straightforward blood in his blood. Because of this blood, Fu Xie was slowly demoted from the center of the court to this desolate land in the northwest and became a prefect.

Now this kind of integrity has made Fu Xie offend the immediate superior in front of him, Geng Bi, the governor of Liangzhou.

Geng Bi frowned and said with a little displeasure: "Premier Fu, you have also served as an official under the tent of the General Huangfu Song of the Cavalry. You should know that the 'the God of War' is the most important. Now Han Sui has just defeated Jincheng. He should take advantage of the victory and pursue Didao, and win in one battle!"

"No!" Fu Xie still didn't see Geng Bi's unhappiness, and still argued: "Han Sui was as cunning as a fox. If he rashly advanced into Di Dao, he would have to calculate it! Now our 50,000 troops in Liangzhou are ready to go, and there is also a general who defeated the enemy, Guan Yan, and the 30,000 feathered army, to respond. Just move forward step by step and fight steadily, and break the enemy is just around the corner!"

Geng Bi was angry, waved his sleeves and frowned and said, "'Advance step by step, fight steadily'? The bandits are tired and easy to attack. If you don't fight at this time, are you waiting for the punishment of heaven?" Geng Bi raised his tone and pointed his right hand towards the sky.

When this big hat is buckled, Geng Bi clearly has to go to war.

But Fu Xie still replied stubbornly: "Sir, Xie asserts that if you fight, you will be defeated!"

Geng Bi was stunned when he heard this.

After a while, Geng Bi trembled his right hand and slowly pointed at Fu Xie's straight face: "You...you...you...so brave!"

"Bang~~" Geng Bi kicked the case in front of him, looked at Fu Xie with anger and cursed: "Fu Xie, I think you are a filial and honest man from the north and serve as the prefect of Hanyang, so I ask you to discuss matters. You insult me ​​first, and you also talk about victory or defeat easily, and disrupt our army's morale. If you don't punish you, where is my face?!"

Geng Bi looked outside the tent and shouted loudly: "Come here!"

Two pawns walked into the tent and clasped their fists to respond.

"Drag Fu Xie out and behead him!" Geng Bi pointed at Fu Xie and said sternly.

"This..." The two little men looked at each other, then looked at Fu Xie who was fighting with anger, and stood there and dared not take action.

Seeing this, Geng Bi was even more angry: "You are so stupid, are you trying to try military skills?" Geng Bi pulled out his back and set up a sword, pointing at the two small pawns.

The two young men looked at each other again, after weighing their pros and cons, they took a step forward and put on Fu Xie's arm to escort them out.

Fu Xie has been practicing martial arts since childhood and studying hard. He is recognized by his father-in-law as a versatile civil and military talent.

As soon as he felt the little pawn's hand resting on his body, Fu Xie shook his arms and shook them away, and shouted arrogantly: "I am the commander of Hanyang by the great man. It is not the order of the court. Who dares to kill me?"

The two young soldiers were controlled by Fu Xie's aura and hurriedly took a step back and looked at Geng Bi begging for mercy.

Geng Bi saw that Fu Xie was so arrogant, but he was indeed unable to kill him, and he felt extremely irritable. He waved his hand and said boredly: "Press it down, press it down, put it in the cage first, and wait for me to report to Your Majesty, and then make a decision!"

The two little men took another step forward, and this time they became smart. They first said softly: "I offended." Then they reached out to hold Fu Xie down.

"I will leave by myself!" Fu Xie suddenly spoke, then looked at Geng Bi again, sneered, turned around and walked out of the big tent with his chest raised.

Looking at Fu Xie's swaying figure, Geng Bi suddenly exerted his strength and slashed at the siege on the ground. The sword was like three points, and it was stopped in the middle of the siege. Geng Bi couldn't pull it out, and couldn't cut it in. Geng Bi was so angry that he let go of his hands, kicked it at the siege again, and cursed: "You want to humiliate me even if you die, you are so angry that I am so angry that I am so angry that I am so angry that I am…"

That night, Guan Yan received Geng Bi's order: to set up the camp overnight and march into Didao!

After hearing the order, Guan Yan's first reaction was to greet the modern divine beast: "Grass Mud Horse!"

The messenger was stunned and blinked his eyes and asked, "General, what horse?"

Guan Yan waved his hand in annoyance, "No horse, go and report to Governor Geng. This general knows, so he will march in the camp."

"Here!" The messenger responded, turned his head out of the tent, muttering: "What is grass mud horse? grass mud horse..."

Guan Yan immediately summoned everyone to assign tasks and decided to leave after two hours.

Looking at the dispersed figures of everyone, Guan Yan was free for a while, so he walked out of the tent and took advantage of the moonlight to gradually walk out of the busy camp and enjoy this alone comfort.

A sound of wheels pressing against the ground attracted Guan Yan's attention. He saw a man eight feet long and thin, with his head handcuffed and shackled, standing in the prison carriage. A soldier beside the carriage was cursing in front of the carriage, pulling the reins of the horse in front of the carriage, and occasionally whipping a whip to the prisoner in the prison carriage behind him.

It was strange that the man in the prison car was whipped and did not scream, but gritted his teeth and looked at the night sky in the distance. The arrogant look on his face made the pawn beside the car whip two more.

Guan Yan looked at the rebellious prisoner and thought to himself: Who is this? Guan Yan thought about it and walked towards the prison car.

"I'll let you crazy!" The little pawn turned his head and cursed with a harsh voice, and then he wanted to throw the whip in his hand at the person in the prison car again.

"Slow!" Guan Yan raised his hand and shouted in a deep voice, and walked to the pawn.

When the little pawn heard the shout, he rolled up the whip in his hand, looked up and down at Guan Yan, who was wearing a black long robe, and frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

Guan Yan smiled, glanced at the little man with a sharp mouth and a monkey cheek and said, "Who am I not needed to care about you? I'm just asking what crime this gentleman committed?"

"Sir?" The young master raised his eyebrows and looked at Guan Yan again with annoyance.

The word "sir" would not be called "sir" in this era if people who are both talented and respected are not talented and respected.

Guan Yan casually shouted "Sir". In the eyes of the young master, the handsome man in black robe must be a prisoner's party! At that moment, the young master lifted the iron chain around his waist, walked into Guan Yan's neck, and said with a sharp voice: "You must be a Fu Xie party!"

"I don't know this person, let him go!" Fu Xie saw the young man arresting the person in the prison car, and quickly frowned and said.

"Don't you know?" The little master turned around and looked at Fu Xie and smiled: "You said so in order to protect your accomplices, and I will catch this person today..." The little master suddenly stopped because his waist knife had been caught in the hands of the young man in black robe opposite. The cold blade was now pressing against the little master's neck.
Chapter completed!