Half a bowl of bitter medicine made Zongjin leng forced him to drink every drop before withdrawing the bowl.
He Lianheng tasted the bitter taste in his mouth and raised his hand to wipe the spilled soup from the corner of his mouth. "Do you have any countermeasures?"
"Otherwise?" Zong Jin was so proud that he grinned. "Don’t forget who I am. I’m not as good as you in one-on-one presentation; No matter how dangerous the soldiers are, you are not as good as me. "
His appearance is very much like the high-spirited WeiChiLan in the past, which is called Helianheng’s heart. "… Beitang, go out and wait first."
"ah? I have seen the tactics when I feed the medicine, but it is not convenient for me to listen? " Beitang doubt way
"Wait outside."
"… yes"
Zong Jincai said, "Do you doubt him and ask him to go out?"
"That’s not" He Lianheng said with a hoop on Zongjin Boyin’s lips.
“！ ！”
The kiss came in a hurry, but the bitter medicine entered Zongjin’s senses because of entanglement, but the back of his neck was so strong that he didn’t even have a chance to break free. After a while, He Lianheng seemed to be satisfied. After releasing him, he faint said, "It’s a bitter taste in his mouth."
Chapter one hundred and ten scheming HeLianHeng ()
Zong Jin angrily wiped his lips on the back of his hand, wet and disgusted, but his bitter taste in his mouth seemed to stick and he didn’t go.
-just like the night before that.
-He Lianheng this devil wears prada.
Before ZongJin huanguo to god to curse, He Lianheng has raised the North Hall to come in, and he is in a good mood to stroke his hair into a short ponytail and fall behind. "If you have a plan, you can say it now."
Beitang Column doesn’t know what happened in that little kung fu just now. The general situation turned Zongjin around. Obviously, it was beaten and his master’s expression softened a lot. The smell of "knowing the roots well" was quite strong. Beitang Column looked at Zongjin’s eyebrows and could not help but show a trace of sadness. He Lianheng did not ignore his abnormality and immediately asked "You seem to be in a bad mood"
Beitang column nutcracker "… I like Zongjin to know the past and ask"
"… you like me if you like me" Zong Jindao "I didn’t forbid you to like it"
"I forbid it," He Lianheng went on to say, "Don’t think about children’s affairs when you are on the battlefield."
Beitang column is silent-what a Xu state official who set fire to forbid people to light a lamp.
Zong Jin got up with a bowl and sat down next to the window. He began to pour tea for himself. "Since you want to say that it is better to call all the generals together, you have to repeat it."
"You talk first and I’ll listen" He Lianheng said.
"OK" Zong Jin doesn’t pester or say that he simply says who is here listening to "I’ll say it"
Because he is different from He Lianheng and Huang Fuchun, his tactics are never so-called leaking. Otherwise, Luo Chenhuan would have been lurking for ten years, and he would have been surrounded by the enemy from the inside.
Zong Jin took a sip of tea and chatted lightly. "Just burn all the woodlands."
"Huh?"
"What?"
The other two questioned at the same time.
He said unhurriedly, "Think about that night, and I didn’t take any more risks when I saw the fire start." If we can kill Hector even you, they can not only keep Zongban quiet, but also take advantage of this to take the imperial spring in Hanzhou. Even so, they didn’t rush to give us the opportunity to withdraw the city of Min, which shows how important the forest land is to them. "
This truth is easy for anyone to see.
"It is reasonable to attack the enemy and save the three-year-old children." Zong Jin went on to say, "It is definitely not enough for more than 6,000 people to storm into Zongsaku, but it will be enough if they set fire to the woodland."
"If this woodland is really burning, I’m afraid it will not be destroyed for half a month … it’s not right." He Lianheng vetoed.
Beitang column also nodded. "The Lord said," If you really do this, I don’t know how much you should hate us. The reputation of the Lord is also unfavorable, but it has given the names of various schools. "
"How can a gentleman be detained?" Zong Jin dismissed it. "Besides, even if we set fire to it, it wouldn’t burn."
As he spoke, he conveniently dipped his forefinger in tea and drew it on the desktop.
Although they didn’t sit with him, they could vaguely see that what he drew was the map of the deeper part of Zongban. As he drew, he said, "The so-called mountain depends on the mountain and the sea depends on the sea; A few cities around this forest land will surely need to hunt in this forest to find mountain products Lezhengjia, but they can’t care about the forest land, but they can’t care whether the people live or die. Civilians are the simplest. They want to live a good life. Who is taking care of trivial things? They call it and Lezheng, once those wolves leave the forest land, they are just puppies. "
Five cities around the woodland were all awarded the championship.
He paused and continued, "Aren’t you afraid that people will criticize you like this? If you ask me, it’s trouble to be a pseudo-monarch … If we burn the forest land, we will be saved; Take this opportunity to storm Lacquer City and Yuancheng around the edge. Not only will Le Zhengjun put out the fire, but Lacquer City and Yuancheng will also open the gates to let people out to put out the fire unless they want to see the forest land burn into wasteland. "
Zong Jin said that the map drawn by the water stain has marked two routes leading to Lacquer City and Yuan City respectively.
He Lianheng didn’t speak, but the North Hall listed the question "But if they really don’t save us, they will …"
"That’s good. Don’t save it. Don’t save the forest from burning out. Have they won Lian Hengheng by riding on a light bike?" Zong Jin looked at the bed and listened carefully to the man as he spoke. "And when will you arrive with more than 10 thousand people?"
Smell speech He Lianheng narrowed his eyes and then hooked his lips and smiled "soon"
-such a bold, regardless of counsel, I’m afraid there are WeiChiLan dare.
"… don’t worry about reputation." Zongjin’s words faintly give a biting taste. "If Lezheng puts out the fire, it will make people spread the news and say,’ Lezheng destroyed Hector even regardless of the people’s lives and set fire to the forest’; If they don’t save it, so much the better. Then complain that civilians won’t stare at you. It’s best to start from far away places, such as Tianducheng Qianzhou or the same lake. "
When he stops in the house again, there is silence. I don’t think this strategy is ingenious, or I think he is too unkind to morality.
However, what kind of zongjin is called
Only those who live and die can remember history, and those who live and die can call themselves justice teachers.
Mean? All is fair in war.
Sacrifice the people? That depends on whether the enemy wants to do so.
The water on the table soon began to dry up. Zong Jin’s two fingers stood together and tapped on the table. "Besides, there is no need to be afraid that the fire will get out of control. I think there will be several more rain in Zongban. It depends on what we do. It depends on whether the sky wants this woodland to burn out."
Just then, two people knocked at the door to "… the Lord has something to leave."
It’s Jiang Yiyin.
Men are also afraid of who-or Zongjin doesn’t need to be afraid of this tactic-it’s just a simple reaction to forcing Le Zheng’s family-he simply said "enter" and saw Jiang Yi come in with a long knife and dagger.
When I saw the North Hall column, Jiang Yi looked at He Lianheng after a moment of greeting. "I don’t know the intention of the enemy near the main longevity valley."
He Lianheng laughs at a "sure enough"
Looking at Jiang Yi’s bewilderment, Beitang Column explained, "That’s what the Lord predicted just now."
Only Zong Jinran didn’t care that Jiang Yi’s words came in from the other side, and his eyes fell on the weapon. He got up quickly. "… isn’t that me?"
"Well" Jiang Yi tilted his head and nodded at him. "I just brought it back to you."
The young man walked over in three or two steps and took the knife from Jiang Yi. "Thanks."
When he was at home before, he didn’t think it was too heavy; Nowadays, his body is weak, but he likes this knife a little, especially when he is fighting against the coyote. The fire in his hand is like a spirit. It is murderous and unbreakable. He still feels a little shaky when he thinks about it.
Look at his beloved Wujin dagger head and the blood that has dried up to brown and black.
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