"Hehe!" Zhang Biwu smiled. He looked at Wu Sangui and thought to himself: "I was angry with the beauty. Wu Sangui, I am not as cruel as you! But even if you don't lead the Qing soldiers into the pass, Dorgon, who urgently gathered the Eight Banners Army, would find a way to enter the capital! But you let the Qing soldiers enter the pass, and then help the Qing Dynasty fight south and north, conquering the entire Ming Dynasty! Especially if you ignore the life and death of your father and family, you are a real ruthless character!"

When Wu Sangui saw Zhang Biwu thinking about things, he asked, "Biwu, what are you thinking?" Zhang Biwu smiled and replied, "No! I'm not thinking about anything! Okay! Go to the table to drink!"

Zhang Biwu and Wu Sangui sat down. As soon as they raised their glasses filled with wine, they heard the shouts of killing.

Yes! At the bottom of the valley, a group of people started fighting. They rushed towards each other, and just as the two were approaching, they both jumped up. The sound of "Clang! Clang" sounds, and swords intersect.

Then they began a fierce battle. First, one fell to the ground by a knife, and the other was stabbed to death by a sword. They were fighting desperately. They knew that there were only one hundred lives! Whoever survived to the end would be the winner! When killing others, they should also save themselves!

For those who have a neck-cutting relationship, they naturally have to fight side by side, and they cooperate very well.

Hunting and anti-hunting are constantly being staged. The comrades who were originally fighting together have now become enemies. Everyone's eyes are blood-red and blood-red, and they want to lose the other party! No one wants to become this weak person!

The sound of fighting was endless, but Zhang Biwu and Wu Sangui were drinking and chatting leisurely. They seemed to be just like they didn't care about the blood and fighting that was close to each other.

At this moment, the scout came to report: "General, there are only two hundred people left now!" But Zhang Biwu and Wu Sangui were still leisurely wandering, and the two were still clinking glasses.

"Damn!" The two of them drank, then pulled off one of their thighs and started gnawing again. The terrible roar came into their ears, both of them were indifferent.

Wu Sangui's eyes kept staring at Zhang Biwu, thinking to himself: "Boy, don't you have any hesitation and fear? So calm! It's beyond my expectations!"

What about Zhang Biwu? He thought to himself: "Wu Sangui has been looking at me all the time. I can't let Wu Sangui look down on me! Maybe Wu Sangui and I are friends today, but in the near future, Wu Sangui and I will be enemies! I must calm down! This proposal was proposed by me, so I have to pretend that no one is like! Wu Sangui's heart must also be thinking a lot!"

Yes! Wu Sangui pretended to be fine and was not moved by blood and cruelty. But Zhang Biwu was still a little scared in his heart. After all, it was his proposal that made the three hundred people start fighting.

Zhang Biwu kept reminding himself in his heart: "Be firm! Zhang Biwu, you are saving them! If you don't suggest that the strong survive and the weak die, all three hundred of them will die! If you can save one person, it is considered one person! And my army is gone! There are only more than one hundred people. If I get another one hundred, although there are still very few soldiers, it is better than not! This move is right! How to manage the army if you are not cruel? How to lead troops to fight?"

When Wu Sangui saw Zhang Biwu's worries, he smiled. At this time, the scout reported again: "Report! There are still 173 people left!"

Wu Sangui looked at Zhang Biwu again and asked tentatively: "Guoxiong, there are only 173 people left! Nearly half of them are dead, can you stop?" Zhang Biwu responded in an understatement: "I understand! Continue!"

They drank for a while, and the scouts returned only one hundred and forty-five people. Wu Sangui said again, "Zhang Biwu, why not give you these forty-five people! Stop it!" Wu Sangui seemed to be inappropriate, as if he was taking the exam for Zhang Biwu.

Zhang Biwu still answered firmly: "No! I have agreed that only 100 people will be left in three hundred people! We must fight! We cannot stop!"

Wu Sangui smiled, and raised his glass as he said, "Okay! I like this ruthlessness! Come on! Do it!" Zhang Biwu clinked Wu Sangui again and thought to himself: "This Wu Sangui is so cunning. He is trying to stop, but he is trying me!"

After they continued to drink for a while, the scout reported again: "Only one hundred and three people are left!"

Zhang Biwu put down his chopsticks and said, "Okay! Stop!" Wu Sangui glanced at him and said, "Go! Tell them to stop!"

When the scout went to pass the order to stop one hundred and three people, two more were killed, so only one hundred and one person was left.

When their clothes were untied, it was obvious that these hundred people were injured. When they heard that they stopped, they could survive. They either sat on the ground or leaned against each other, and they were gasping for breath.

Not far away were two hundred corpses, and it seemed that these two hundred corpses envied these strong men and they could survive.

The gate opened, and the shield soldiers first came out with the shields, then the archers and the bird gunners came out together, and then the spear soldiers came out.

Wu Sangui and Zhang Biwu came side by side. Zhang Biwu smiled and said to them: "Okay! Great! I just need a warrior like you who will have the rest of your life! The weak die, the strong survive! From now on, you will be my brothers! I will treat each of you as my brothers! You can rest first! Good wine and good food to treat! From now on, you will be the pride of my Ming Dynasty!"

One hundred and one person looked at Zhang Biwu. They knew Zhang Biwu’s deeds and could really make achievements with Zhang Biwu.

The Funing magistrate had to donate money as Zhang Biwu said, and he mobilized the gentry to donate money to the warriors together. He also threatened that if he did not change the warriors, the warriors would become thieves. At that time, their wealth and life would be lost.

Although in just five days, the Funing magistrate helped Zhang Biwu raise 130,000 silver, plus the 80,000 taels of the magistrate and the 40,000 taels of the magistrate brought by Zhang Biwu, combined with 250,000 silver, it was enough to pay the military salary for the rebels.

After finishing this matter, Zhang Biwu reported to the death in Beijing. Wu Sangui immediately rushed back to the base.

When the emperor summoned Zhang Biwu, Chongzhen smiled. He admired Zhang Biwu's rebellion this time. He knew exactly what Zhang Biwu had done to suppress the rebellion. After all, the Jinyiwei had reported it.

Chongzhen smiled and said, "My dear, you did a great job this time! Ha! I never expected that you exposed the conspiracy of Jianlu, which made our soldiers hate Jianlu to death! And you can also make the soldiers grateful to me! Haha! It can not only make contributions, but also take care of my power. Very good!"

Chongzhen naturally knew that Yang Sichang only gave Zhang Biwu 40,000 taels of silver to calm him down, and he was worried that Zhang Biwu would not be able to do it!

After all, 40,000 taels are too little! But I didn’t expect that Zhang Biwu could do it, and he could make the rebels be grateful to him, the emperor. Moreover, he used the Funing magistrate and Funing gentry to pay without the court's money, which was also a great contribution! He even praised Zhang Biwu's ability to do things.

Gao Qiqian looked bad. He knew it would be difficult to stop Zhang Biwu from becoming successful this time, but he had no choice.

Chongzhen said, "Okay! Zhang Biwu, I will promote you to a guerrilla general as you wish, and serve as the garrison for the three places of Lu family, Lingbao and Yanxiang! Shanzhou was originally the second county: Lingbao and Yanxiang. Now I have divided these two counties for you. The magistrate of Shanzhou will be unable to think about it. After all, the territory under his jurisdiction has been reduced! Haha! Zhang Aiqing, you can't let me down!"

"Ah!" Zhang Biwu was overjoyed when he heard this, and he finally succeeded! He could return to Lu's County, which was considered a return home in glory. He was so excited! With his first piece of land, he could cultivate his own power. Although he had only two hundred people in his hands, as long as he had three places, it was not difficult to recruit people.

Chongzhen continued: "Zhang Biwu, you must know that near Tongguan, there are flags of thieves appearing in Lingbao area. You must find the thieves and destroy them! If necessary, all the soldiers in Tongguan can be handed over to you! Even if it is He Renlong's army, you can still call them to attack and eliminate the thieves!"

"Ah!" Zhang Biwu was really flattered! Chongzhen actually gave him the right to mobilize He Renlong and He crazy, but Zhang Biwu also knew that He Renlong was the deputy general. He would never do it if he wanted to let him listen to guerrilla generals of so many levels! He Renlong said it was better to say it was verbal grace than to say it was grace! It didn't really help much.

But being able to get the grace of Chongzhen is considered to be the grace of Emperor Mu. Once you go to Lingbao and other places, this style is so great! You can also suppress others! It is finally a good thing!

"Yes! As long as you find the whereabouts of the thieves, I will definitely wipe out them!" Zhang Biwu immediately responded loudly, but he knew in his heart that destroying Li Zicheng? It's so difficult! This is almost a fool!

After Zhang Biwu withdrew, he was going to hurry to go to Lu's place to take office. Of course, he wanted to bring the 100 dead soldiers who were still in Yao Dongzhao, and the 101 soldiers who defected to him during the mutiny. He had only more than 200 people. With this team, he created an invincible iron army!

Zhang Biwu naturally had to see Lu Xiangsheng. Lu Xiangsheng heard that Zhang Biwu could become the garrison of the three places, and he was very happy. He could only hope that Zhang Biwu could become the pillar of saving the Ming Dynasty. Now Lu Xiangsheng has lost confidence in everything and is no longer the hero he used to be.
Chapter completed!