Chapter 63 12. Military law

"General Jun—" Xia Zhi shouted happily. Jun Wuyi looked around in confusion. After a while, he finally regained consciousness. He sat up with difficulty and tried to support himself out of bed with his arms. The back of his clothes was soaked in sweat immediately. Xia Zhi hurriedly helped him into the wheelchair. "We didn't know that the general would be injured yesterday..." Xia Zhi looked a little ashamed, and didn't dare to look Jun Wuyi in the eyes, but hurriedly said: "But we have received news that someone is going to harm the general in the Rong residence."

"Where did you get the news?" Jun Wuyi's voice was hoarse. "Someone threw a dagger into Commander Zhang's tent." Xia Zhi took out a note from his bosom, and handed it to Jun Wuyi with both hands. Su Changshan wanted to kill Jun Wuxin in the Rong Mansion. The characters are wild cursive, and the paper is rice paper. Such a trap - if Su Tong was here, he would definitely be able to find clues, but he... Jun Wuyi's headache was splitting: "Have you caught Su Tong?" "No." Xia Zhi answered truthfully. Jun Wuwu felt a little relieved, and soon turned serious again: "Did he retreat with his body, or was he defeated by the arrow?"

"Su Zhuangyuan shot and wounded twenty-six horses of our army, and shot Commander Zhang's ribs with one arrow." Xia Zhi didn't know whether it was shame or fear on his face: "But our army fired all the arrows, did they hit Su Zhuangyuan— -unconfirmed." This uncertainty made Jun Wuyi's face even more serious. Xia Zhi didn't know the situation, thinking that the military situation had not been fully reported: "Su Zhuangyuan also took our army's torch and wanted to burn down the Rong Mansion. The general and Ye Xiaowei are inside..." The wind whimpered on the paper window, and the sun was pale.

He once said firmly, I will definitely heal your leg. He once said elegantly and leisurely, I will not take risks alone - if I want to take risks, I will advance and retreat together. He once said angrily: I can't leave. Now, this friend is gone. Jun Wuyi lowered his head and realized that the wheelchair under him was made by Su Changshan himself. He stared blankly for a while, looking at the only remaining evidence of friendship, and suddenly coughed violently. "General!" Xia Zhi couldn't help worrying: "General, take care, the emperor ordered the two Yi guards on the left and right to divide into 20 groups, and we must ensure that the general returns safely to the court—"

"Is the emperor afraid that I will not live in Chang'an, or that I will surrender to the Wagang Rebels?" Jun Wuyi's words were filled with unspeakable sadness. gather." Luoyang Campus. Seeing the familiar white clothes approaching from a distance, even though he was a general in a wheelchair, the blood of thousands of soldiers boiled at the same time.After a moment of silence, cheers erupted from the army like a tsunami! Under the sunlight, Jun Wuyi's eyes were as snowy as snow: "Those who captured people in the Rong Mansion yesterday, come out." Hundreds of soldiers immediately came out, including the injured Commander Zhang and Captain Wei.

"Generals of rank six and above, each with fifty sticks." Jun Wuyi sat in a wheelchair and looked down expressionlessly: "Commander Zhang, dismissed and investigated." As soon as this remark came out, the soldiers were all shocked. "General!" Wei Mao lost his voice: "The last general will not be pardoned for his mistakes and crimes, but Commander Zhang will not hesitate to go to the rescue when he receives a letter saying that the general is in trouble... I implore the general to deal with Commander Zhang lightly!" He kowtowed heavily while speaking.

"I didn't see the general's order, so I dispatched troops without authorization—" Jun Wuyi said slowly, and suddenly raised his voice: "Where is the military power?" The soldiers all bowed their heads, and everyone was terrified. The strictness of Zuo Yiwei's army did not start today. Commander Zhang slowly took off the sword around his waist: "The last general has made a mistake, so he is willing to accept this punishment. He will first receive fifty army sticks, and then return the order... From now on, there will be no last general to accompany him around, and the general will take care of his health." He said At this point, tears finally rolled down my face.

Jun Wuyi was not moved. The midday sun shone on the thick military sticks, and with each stroke, bean-sized drops of sweat appeared on the faces of the generals, and the gauze on Commander Zhang's ribs began to ooze blood. Jun Wuyi turned his back to the crowd, as if sitting on a ruthless green hill.No one saw that his clenched right fist was broken. Thirty-six, thirty-seven, thirty-eight... The backs of the generals who received the battle began to be bloody and bloody, and every thought of the military battle seemed to hit Jun Wuyi's heaving chest. Forty-six, forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty—

The onlookers' faces were already pale. Compared with being tortured, watching a sentence is sometimes a harsher punishment.When they heard fifty, everyone escaped as if they were alive after a catastrophe.At this time, the soldiers who only listened to the execution rushed to report: "General! General! Commander Zhang has passed out..." Jun Wuyi buried all his emotions in Moshi's eyes, turned the wheelchair and said calmly, "Take it down." I saw him slowly pushing the wheelchair to the crowd of soldiers and generals: "I'm the first one to blame for lax command of the army. I'll take two hundred sticks myself."

"General!" "General!" The soldiers were all shocked.Everyone knows that the 80th army stick can sometimes kill people; they also know that Jun Wuyi never changes his words! "General..." Xia Canjun crawled over in tears, with the blood stained on his back from the torture just now: "We are rash and impulsive, and Xia Zhi won't frown if the general wants to kill his head, just please take care of yourself, general!" The whole army suddenly knelt down in unison!In the sea of ​​people under the sun at noon, blood and sweat cling to the earth. "Do it." Jun Wuyi said two words lightly, like a stone throwing the ground.While speaking, he supported himself with his arms, moved with difficulty from the wheelchair, and lay on the place where Tongling Zhang was tortured just now.The executioner opened his mouth in astonishment, unable to beat him no matter what.

"Those who violate the military order will be punished together." Jun Wuyi raised his voice, "Don't do it yet!" The executioner finally trembled and raised his army stick, hitting Jun Wuwu on the back. Thousands of people fell silent in an instant. Even the sunlight seemed to condense into hot blood droplets, and the only sound within a radius of hundreds of meters was the muffled sound of sticks falling on flesh and blood. Fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two... The noon sun is as white as fine salt, sprinkled poisonously on the newly opened wound. Ninety-three, ninety-four, ninety-five... Sweat dripped from Jun Wuyi's forehead, and his back was drenched with blood.The sunlight made people's eyes hurt, and the eyes of the men on the battlefield were red. Their tears were far more precious than blood, but at this moment, the tears of guilt fell on the iron cheeks. The front end of the baton had been dyed red, and the executioner struck out the hundredth stick with a pale face. Suddenly, a drop of blood splashed on his face, and the soldier's baton slipped from his hand. He rolled his eyes and looked straight at Then passed out. Jun Wuyi raised his head slowly, and said in a weak but clear voice, "Substitute." "General!" Lieutenant Wei hugged his leg tightly, and shouted with tears streaming down his face, "I can't fight anymore, General! I can't fight anymore..." "Continue." Although Jun Wuyi's voice was small, it was as powerful as a rock and could not be resisted. Among the soldiers in the field, no one is willing to hold a stick. "Xia Zhi, come here." Jun Wuwu ordered by name. Xia Canjun's face was pale, and he knelt down to pick up the army stick. There was a heavy weight in his hand, which almost bent his young back. One hundred and eighty-four, one hundred and eighty-five... Xia Zhi, who was executing the execution, saw that the blood stains under Jun Wuyi's body continued to expand, and his mind was buzzing. When he finally hit two hundred sticks, Xia Zhi collapsed to the ground like a collapse.The soldiers were already weeping. Jun Wuyi was still awake, supporting himself with his arms... Wei Mao rushed up and helped him onto the wheelchair next to him with tears. Suddenly, a silver light came directly!Wei Mao drew his sword to block it—with a bang sound, the hidden weapon was blocked by the sword, and a note was hung on the flying knife. "General! General!" The soldiers rushed in. Jun Wuyi raised his hand to signal everyone not to panic, gasped for a moment and said with difficulty: "Give me the note..."