Li Song muttered: "If you want to find out the enemy's situation, you can only send light cavalry to make a detour. There is no other way..."

He didn't say anything yet: It may not work yet.

After all, this is the lair of the rebel army. Tang Qi is too far away to see clearly, but he is too close... Are you treating the rebels as decoration?

Damage is inevitable.

Because Tangqi cannot just explore one side, if he wants to find out the enemy's situation, he must at least circle the city. If he still wants to find out the distribution of the rebel troops, he must circle a few more times.

But we are back to the old problem. This is the lair of thieves. If you go deeper, you will be surrounded from all sides...

This is what Li Chengzhi is worried about.

Sending Tangqi to spy is tantamount to risking death, but if you don't spy and start a war, what's the difference between closing your eyes and taking a gamble?

It's not that he can't afford the gamble, but that's not how battles are fought...

But is there really nothing we can do?

Not necessarily.

If we can find a way to get in touch with the defenders of the city, we should also be able to find out the enemy situation outside the city.

This city has been besieged for two full months. I looked down at such a high city for two months. What was the situation under the city? How many were rebels, how many were bandits, how many infantry, how many cavalry, and how many troops were deployed.

Wait wait, you should have remembered it a long time ago, right?

But how to get in touch is the big problem.

The best way is of course to send someone to sneak in...

But who is the right person to send?

Li Chengzhi looked down the hall and glanced at the thin brothers Li Rui and Li Cong. His eyes suddenly lit up: "Ape, monkey, come here..."

……

The sun is shining again and the sky is clear.

The streets of Anwu City are crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder.

At dawn, Li Chengzhi arranged for Song Lishen to transport two thousand prisoners away and escort them to Jingyang City. The remaining more than a thousand were all driven by Li Chengzhi to the moat for dredging.

Some of the prisoners used hoes and shovels below to load the dried mud into baskets, and then transported it to the shore, and then another group of prisoners carried it into the fields on horse-drawn carriages.

Above and below the city, there is a fishy smell everywhere.

Hu Baozong was amazed: "This thing can be used as agricultural fertilizer?"

Li Chengzhi sneered: It’s so rare and strange.

When used as fertilizer, this stuff is no worse than manure, and even stronger than fertilizer made from straw.

Having said this, Li Chengzhi sincerely admired his ancestor.

Not to mention slash-and-burn farming in ancient times, nor to mention that human and livestock urine was used as fertilizer during the Spring and Autumn Period, but farmers in the Southern and Northern Dynasties actually knew how to use straw for fertilization?

It will take another five hundred years for Europeans to discover that feces can actually increase production...

Li Chengzhi ignored Hu Baozong, stretched his neck, and took a look at the fields in the distance.

Dozens of horse-drawn carriages lined up to transport the dried mud to the fields, while more than a hundred prisoners held wooden forks and shovels to break up the dried mud and spread it evenly.

Among these prisoners are two brothers, Li Rui and Li Cong...

The two were short and skinny, and Li Chengzhi dressed them up carefully so that they looked no different from the refugees next to them.

The two brothers work very skillfully, and it looks like they have worked hard for many years.

On the other hand, there was a fat man next to him who couldn't even bend his waist. He was holding a dung fork and breathing heavily.

If the assigned work is not completed, not only will there be no food, but also a whipping... The fat man has already started to worry, but the faster he gets, the slower he will sweat, and the more he will sweat. After a while, the fat man seems to have lost his temper.

It’s the same as fished out of water.

The two brothers finished their portions and turned around to see that the fat man hadn't even finished a third of it.

Li Rui walked over and asked with a silly smile: "Brother, do you want to help?"

"Oh..." Fatty's face suddenly turned into a chrysanthemum with a smile, "Thank you brother..."

"Brother, where are you from?" Li Hou'er also came over and approached her.

"Wuzhi!" The fat man wiped the sweat from his head.

"You see, my eldest brother is not a servant like me. How come he is being coerced?"

"What else can we do?" The fat man's fat face twisted into a bitter melon: "My ancestors were all cooks in the Wuzhi Li family's house... After cooking well, I became a rebel?"

"Wuzhi Li family?" Li Rui asked, pretending to be surprised: "The eldest brother is serving General Li (the rebel guard general)?"

The fat man nodded vigorously.

In the entire Anwu City, who else is worthy of being a cook except Li Mao, the nephew of General Li Wenxiao?

Just as he was feeling proud, the fat man's face turned bitter again: What can the cook do?

Wasn’t it Li Mao, the general of the Western Conquest who was professed by King Liu Huiwang of Dharma, and ended up being shot to death by random arrows from officers and soldiers?

Fortunately, he only cooked and didn't get any blood on his hands, so he survived in the end?

But it’s not that easy to survive. With a body like my own, I’m afraid I’ll be hungry and whipped every day...

How have you ever suffered from hunger when you have grown so big?

Looking at the piles of mud in the field, the fat man felt sad and burst into tears.

The two brothers looked at each other.

Lang Jun has taught you so many tricks, but you haven’t even used them yet, and you’re crying first?

But the play has to go on...

While helping, the two brothers said comfortingly: "Brother, don't panic... You can at least escape with your life. At most, you will be hungry and beaten for a few times. How can you, like my two brothers, be able to escape?"

I live to this day and don’t even know when the sun goes down..."

The fat man was shocked.

Listening to this tone, it seems that these two brothers have lives in their hands, but for some reason they were not found out by the officers and soldiers.

"Which battalion are you from, brother?" Fatty asked curiously, "Looks a little unfamiliar!"

"My brothers and I are in the horse camp taking orders and don't come out much, so I haven't seen my eldest brother!"

"So it turns out that he is just a groom who takes care of the animals?" The fat man asked in surprise, "Since there is no life in hand, why are you afraid that you will not survive?"

"Why else?" Li Rui smiled bitterly, "We are originally from the Song family in the county where our ancestors lived... Just like big brother, our ancestors have always been the Song family's horsemen and raised the horses well. This Kongtong

The monk from the mountain came to kill you?

After that, we were reorganized from Li Langjun, whose ancestral home was the Li family, under the command of Li Bai, the general of the Li family. Li Bai was defeated at the gate of Chaona City. We had no choice but to follow the righteous... Well, we joined the rebel army, and the result was that

After one night, Li Langjun came back to kill him again... After being killed, my two brothers fled eastward to Anwu, where they were captured by General Li Mao..."

Did it turn out that they surrendered the rebel officers and soldiers, or did they rebel and surrender again, or surrender and rebel again?

Even if no one is alive, after all, the possibility of survival is not high. No wonder the two brothers are so scared?

The fat man sighed again: "But what else can I do? I can only leave it to fate..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Li Cong whisper: "The officers and soldiers are coming..."

The two brothers ran away to their fields.

The fat man looked up and saw five or six carriages pulling dry mud, heading this way.

The drivers are also prisoners, but every five or six vehicles will be followed by a cavalryman in white armor to guard them.

Seeing the two brothers jumping around like monkeys, Li Liang secretly laughed.

"You bastard Wangba, who told you to run around?"

He was yelling and cursing, and the horse was urged to rush over, and he was whipped.

There was just a "pop" sound, and there was a blood mark on Li Cong's face.

"My lord, please spare my life..." Li Cong argued loudly, "My brothers and I saw that the elder brother was really struggling, so we helped him..."

"If you are so capable, then add ten more acres..."

After a few whips, Li Liang picked up the horse's reins and rushed towards the fat man again. While whipping, he cursed: "How dare a pig-like thing dare to be lazy under Grandpa's nose? I'm blinded by your fat body..."

Li Liang was holding a soft cowhide whip, and he used enough strength to create a blood groove when he hit it.

The fat man howled miserably as he was being whipped and rolled all over the floor.

After being whipped for more than ten times, Li Liang stopped and said with a cold smile: "I'll fine you twenty acres. If you can't finish it by nightfall, you'll be thrown into the dungeon... If you don't get out of here..."

Twenty acres, let alone dark, you can’t finish it in ten days?

Just a little delay, and then a severe beating. Now in prison, I wonder what kind of punishment I will suffer?

Fatty's heart felt cold.
To be continued...