Chapter 250: Writing a Memorial

"Where are the people from the baggage camp?"

Ning Chen asked.

Lei An leaned over and said, "General Hui Ning, the soldiers from the baggage camp are stationed outside the city."

Ning Chen hummed and said, "You're here just in time, Lei An. Now let the soldiers from the heavy supply camp enter the city immediately to assist Mu Anbang and Yuan Long in suppressing the rebels."

"yes!"

Leian took the order and left.

...

Until Xu Shi, Mu Anbang, Yuan Long, Feng Qizheng and others came to the Governor's Mansion one after another.

Ning Chen sent someone to call Pan Yucheng back.

In the main hall of the Governor's Mansion, Ning Chen was sitting on the throne.

Mu Anbang's face was full of excitement, "General Ning is really a god with his troops. I am convinced... The city of Fuzhou is easy to defend but difficult to attack. I heard that General Ning was going to use two men to capture Fuzhou. In fact, I had doubts at the time. Isn’t General Ning too confident?”

"I'm completely convinced now! I've seen many big and small battles, but this is the first time I've fought so happily and so easily!"

"The soldiers below all say that General Ning is the reincarnation of the God of War. They admire you so much... You captured Fuzhou City in less than a day. It's like a dream."

Ning Chen chuckled, "Don't... stop, keep praising!"

Mu Anbang: "???"

Ning Chen smiled and said: "Just kidding...please report the battle situation, right?"

Mu Anbang grinned and said excitedly: "The rebels are all weaklings and will be defeated in one blow... I have wiped out more than 3,000 enemies and captured more than 6,000 prisoners. The specific figures have not yet been calculated. "

Yuan Long said: "The situation here is almost the same...the rebels have almost been suppressed now, and there are still small groups of rebels making trouble. Our people are searching."

Ning Chen nodded slightly.

"You have worked hard, but you have to continue to work hard tonight!"

"The Prime Minister Zuo has passed the news of the Queen's death to the Grand Master. Although we don't know the Grand Master's reaction now, we still have to prepare early."

"So, before dawn, we must straighten everything out and restore calm to Yuzhou City."

"Even if the grand master's army comes to kill us tomorrow, at least we won't be in a hurry."

Everyone nodded.

Ning Chen said: "Mu Anbang obeys the order!"

"The end will be here."

"Mu Dutong, you and your people will continue to search for the remaining rebels... I only have one request. Those rebels must either die or surrender. I don't want those rebels to cause trouble behind the scenes when I'm dealing with the grand master."

Mu Anbang leaned forward, "General, take your orders!"

Ning Chen nodded and immediately said: "Yuan Long obeys the order!"

"The end will be here."

"You lead people to guard key areas in the city. Every street corner must be guarded. The patrol team must patrol non-stop for twelve hours."

Yuan Long clasped his fists, "The last general takes orders!"

Ning Chen said yes!

"Leian."

"The end will be here."

Ning Chen said: "You lead people to deal with the corpses in the city, clean the roads, and count the casualties... Those prisoners can be used, let them not be idle, work as coolies, transport the corpses... If anyone is restless, I allow you to kill them first and then report them." ”

"Yes, the general will take your orders!"

Ning Chen waved his hand, "Okay, you go and do your work first!"

"etc!"

The three of them were about to leave when Ning Chen suddenly called out to them.

"General Ning, do you have any other instructions?"

Ning Chen said in a deep voice: "Tell the people below that you are not allowed to harass the people. If anyone takes advantage of the chaos to seek benefits, oppresses the people, commits adultery and plunders... he will be killed without mercy."

"You restrain your subordinates. If they make mistakes, you will sit together... We are here to protect Fuzhou City, not bandits. Don't make the people disgusted. Let the people below think about the fate of the uncle before doing anything."

The expressions of the three people changed and they hurriedly said: "Yes, I will obey the order!"

Ning Chen nodded slightly and waved his hand.

The three of them retreated.

Ning Chen looked at Feng Qizheng and said, "Take some people and search the residences of Fuzhou officials."

Feng Qizheng nodded, "No problem!"

Ning Chen turned to look at Pan Yucheng and said, "Old Pan, you have to write notices with me and post them all over the city to let the people know that we are here to suppress the rebellion, not to harm them."

Feng Qi was taking people away.

Ning Chen and Pan Yucheng came to the study and started writing notices.

"Old Pan, let's divide the work. You write the notice, and I write the memorial."

The situation in Fuzhou City must be reported to Emperor Xuan.

All the officials in the city were messed up, so Emperor Xuan needed to send officials again to deal with the affairs of Fuzhou City.

Ning Chen scraped his guts, wringed out the milk, and wrote a memorial...focusing on the difficulty and brutality of this battle. In a word, he was willing to sacrifice himself to gain sympathy, show loyalty, and infinitely magnify his own merits.

"Old Pan, I've written it! Take a look at it for me."

Pan Yucheng took the memorial and glanced at it, his face couldn't help but twitch.

The first sentence reads: Your Majesty, Holy Peace, I am kowtowing to Your Majesty from thousands of miles away. May our Emperor live long, long live, long live...

"Are you... too exaggerated?"

Ning Chen smiled and said, "Exaggerated?"

Pan Yucheng's mouth twitched, "Especially this sentence, the rebels are vicious and cunning, bloodthirsty, and fearless of death... I led the soldiers to fight to the death, and finally fell down from exhaustion after being stabbed several times... When I was about to die, I thought of Your Majesty, and suddenly I felt like a god was helping me. I was filled with strength and jumped up... Where are you writing your storybook? "

Ning Chen touched his nose and laughed dryly: "It sounds a bit exaggerated."

"Is it a little bit?"

Ning Chen coughed, snatched the memorial, rolled his eyes, and said, "Maybe His Majesty likes exaggeration?"

Pan Yucheng's forehead was black, thinking, do you think His Majesty is as unreliable as you?

Ning Chen was about to have someone send the memorial back to the capital. After thinking for a while, he asked Pan Yucheng, "Old Pan, I plan to write a letter to Yudie to report my safety! Do you want to write a letter to Miss Nanzhi?"

Pan Yucheng nodded and hummed!

"Then write it quickly and have someone send it back to the capital together."

Ning Chen said, picked up the pen, and wrote:

Yudie, I haven't seen you for a long time, no...I haven't seen you for a day, it feels like three years.

How is your health recovering? I am thousands of miles away, and I am very worried.

I am fine, but I miss you a little...First of all, I definitely don't miss your body.

By the way, there is something I have always wanted to say. Although you play the pipa well, I hope you have time to learn the flute from Miss Nanzhi.

When you were comforting Ning Laoer before leaving, I felt that your skills were just average.

I hope that when I return, your skills will have reached perfection and give Ning Laoer a surprise.

Ning Chen wrote a lot.

After finishing, Ning Chen picked it up and looked at it, and nodded with satisfaction... He had the potential to write a novel.

"Old Pan, have you finished writing?"

Pan Yucheng nodded, "I've finished it!"

"What did you write?"

"Secret!"

Ning Chen pouted, "Tsk... It must be something sour like I miss your kiss, I miss your smile, I miss the smell of your body... Do you want me to help you polish it?"

Pan Yucheng was stunned, and then spread out the letter paper again.

"You haven't finished writing yet?"

Pan Yucheng said seriously: "Wait, I'll add the few sentences you just said."

Ning Chen's mouth twitched.

After Pan Yucheng finished writing, Ning Chen asked someone to send the memorial and two letters to the capital as fast as possible.

After Ning Chen returned, he wrote notices with Pan Yucheng.

Because notices had to be posted on every street, they had to write dozens of them, and their wrists were sore from writing.

"Fuck... it would be great if there was a printer!"

Ning Chen rubbed his wrist and complained subconsciously.

Pan Yucheng looked up at him, "What chicken? Do you want to eat chicken?"

Ning Chen was speechless and rolled his eyes at him.