Chapter 574 Operation Falcon (III)

Chongyang Temple is a Taoist temple close to the north gate of Youzhou. It is located next to the wide official road. It is surrounded by lush trees and a gurgling river passes by. In addition to Chongyang Temple, there are dozens of houses around it. There is a tea shed next to the official road not far away. It is supported by a huge trellis, and there are more than a dozen tables and chairs placed under it.

In late October, it was late in the autumn. At this time, the fifth day was not here, and the night was still dark and it was pitch black all around. There was no sign of people coming and going on the official road. There were only a few sleeping soundly lying on the table under the tea shed. It seemed that there were all merchants, and their luggage was placed under the table. These were missing stays. The traveling merchants waiting for the city gate to open almost every day.

The door of the cottage next to the tea shed was already open. There were faint lights flashing inside the house, and there were people busy. This was the old man Sun who opened the tea shed preparing for the morning tea and meal.

Old man Sun is about fifty years old. His years of hard work have made his back hunched. He has been selling tea and meals here for more than 20 years. He is well-informed in the merchants, but today these merchants make him feel inexplicably uneasy, and his eyes secretly glance outside from time to time.

These businessmen are very young and tall, so it's nothing. Yan Zhao is a hero. Most of the men in Hebei Road are tall, but these young businessmen are a little different. Old Man Sun can't tell anything different, but he noticed a detail. For example, when these five businessmen slept, their postures were exactly the same, which seemed interesting, but Old Man Sun felt a chill on his back.

"Old man, do you want me to help?"

A voice suddenly came to my back, and Old Man Sun felt that his scalp was about to explode. When he turned around, he saw a man standing behind him with a smile. Old Man Sun was like seeing a ghost at night, his legs were weak and he was about to sit on the ground.

The man quickly held him with his hands and stared at him coldly, "Old man, what are you afraid of?"

Old Man Sun had a fight with teeth and couldn't say a word. He suddenly turned over and knelt down, banging and kowtowing, "Give up your life! Give up your life!"

The coldness in the man's eyes disappeared. He laughed and helped Old Man Sun up, "I'm just a businessman, and I won't kill you for money. What are you afraid of?"

Seeing that he was smiling kindly, the fear in his heart gradually faded. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I thought you were robbers, so I was really scared."

The man smiled, found a little Hu stool and sat down, and said, "Your name is Sun Li!"

Old man Sun was shocked. His name has been useless for many years, and even the young people in the village didn't know it. How could this businessman know it? He stared at him blankly, "How did you know."

The man smiled and nodded and continued, "You are from Sunzhuang ten miles southwest. Your son died early and your wife remarried. Now you rely on your wife and your seven-year-old grandson, right!"

Old Man Sun's eyes widened, showing a hint of fear. Who are they and what are they investigating?

"What are you going to do?"

The man's smile was still very kind, but what he said was like a thunderclap, shocking Old Man Sun.

"Your grandson Abao is in our hands now!"

Old Man Sun's grandson is the only cigarette descendant of the Sun family, his life root, and everything in his life. Old Man Sun, who has always been cowardly, went crazy, and whistled like a wild beast, and rushed towards the man, "You give me my grandson back!"

The man did not get up, and gently pushed his hand over Old Man Sun to the ground. He sneered: "What are you anxious about? We didn't kill your grandson, he's fine."

This sentence made Old Man Sun, who was desperate, suddenly awake. He knelt down and climbed in front of Old Man Sun, kowtowed and cried, "Master, what do you want? I can give you this shop, I just want you to spare my grandson's life."

The man glanced at him and smiled and said, "What do I want your shop to do, but! I have a little brother who wants to be your friend for a few days. What do you think?"

Old man Sun stopped crying. He stared at the man blankly. He didn't understand. The man knew he didn't understand. He said, "It's that simple. If you are obedient, we will not only not make things difficult for you, but will return the grandson to you later, and will also reward you with a hundred stale money. But if you are disobedient and go out to talk nonsense, then the first time I will give you your grandson's nose, the second time I will give you two eyes, and the third time I will give you other people's heads, do you understand?"

Old man Sun was frightened and extremely scared. He just nodded desperately, "I understand! I understand!"

"Okay!" The man waved his hand and a young man came in from outside. He looked like he was seventeen or eighteen years old, with a simple and honest look on his face. At first glance, he looked like that kind.

"His name is Sun Xiaoming, and he is your nephew. He just came to Texas to defect to you. Don't you have a younger brother in your hometown in Texas?"

The young man knelt down and kowtowed to Old Man Sun obediently, and said in a pure Texas accent: "Xiao Ming kowtows to uncle!"

At this time, Old Man Sun gradually understood what they wanted to borrow their shop to do, not to target him. Although he was afraid, he felt relieved. He knew that as long as he cooperated with them, there would generally be no danger. The only thing he was a little worried about was that the other party would kill someone to silence him afterwards. He trembled and said, "I will do it. After the matter is over, I will return to my hometown in Texas immediately."

Seeing that Old Man Sun was very aware, the man nodded in satisfaction. At this time, someone outside suddenly whispered: "They are out!"

The man glanced at him and saw the gate of Chongyang Temple open from afar. Two carriages drove out, and dozens of cavalry guards were around. He asked Old Man Sun, "Do they have breakfast here every day?"

Old Man Sun suddenly realized that they were targeting this group of Taoist priests. He hurriedly said, "I have to steam a pot of vegetarian steamed buns for them every day, but I may not necessarily sit down to eat. They seem to be calling out at the fifth minute. They sit down and drink a bowl of soup when they have time, and leave with the steamed buns before they have time."

The man nodded. He heard the sound of the carriage wheels approaching, and then whispered to Old Man Sun: "You just treat them as usual."

He winked at the young man again, opened the back door, flashed and left. There were only two guests in the greenhouse, and the others disappeared.

Old Man Sun felt like he had a dream of letting Buddha, everything was so unreal, but the 'nephew' in front of him was a real existence, and he smiled with a simple face, just like a fool. Old Man Sun sighed secretly, "He is not a fool, it is clearly a deadly little devil. Old Man Sun thought that his grandson was still in their hands, so he had to force himself to get energetic. He took out a bag, pointed to the steamed buns in the pot, and said, "Xiao Ming! Help me put the steamed buns in the bag, and I will give them to those Taoist masters later."

"Okay!"

Sun Xiaoming acted quickly, took the bag and went to pick up the steamed buns. At this time, the carriage outside stopped and someone shouted, "Old man Sun, where are our steamed buns?"

"Here is here! Here!"

Old man Sun ran out of the house and saw two carriages parked beside the official road, full of people. Fifty or sixty cavalrymen next to him were holding spears and guarding the carriage. A Taoist priest in his thirties stood beside the teahouse, who was their senior brother Wangchenzi.

Old man Sun came out and laughed, "It's cold in the late autumn night. Do you want to drink a bowl of hot soup before leaving?"

"It's going to be late today."

At this time, Sun Xiaoming ran out, holding a bamboo bag in his hand, and a steam came out of the gap in the bag, "Uncle, give it!"

Old man Sun took the steamed bun and handed it to Wangchenzi and smiled: "This is your steamed bun, eat it while it's hot!"

"Thank you!"

Wangchenzi took the steamed bun, looked at Sun Xiaoming and said, "Who is he?"

"Haha! He is my nephew. I can't do anything alone here, so I wrote a letter to ask him to help."

"Well! Your nephew is so strong and honest. Old man Sun, you have a helper."

"That's! That's!"

These Taoist priests were just a group of ordinary people. They had not received any professional training and had no sense of vigilance at all, so they did not take Sun Xiaoming seriously. The duty of those soldiers was not to protect the safety of Taoist priests, but to be afraid that they would run away, so they took care of them. Therefore, they didn't care about the additional mate in the teahouse. Wangchenzi got on the carriage, and the carriage started, and headed north.

Sun Xiaoming looked at their carriage leaving, and he couldn't help but shake his head. It was too easy to deal with these Taoist priests. He could kill them alone, but the general had a bigger plan and he didn't dare to do anything randomly. He exchanged glances with the two merchants who were eating. The merchant nodded. The two led the horse, turned over the horse, and followed the carriage from afar.

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At Ping'an Town Xishan Inn, at least Qin Haiyang and Zhang Yue had talked, they met three times in succession, and the context of this action gradually became clearer. A regular plan and two alternative plans were also finalized one by one, and each detail was implemented one by one. Now they are waiting for the opportunity to take action.

As the sky was getting dark, Yan Zhuang returned from Youzhou City. This time Yan Zhuang came to Youzhou not entirely for An Lushan's gunpowder, and in order to contact several of his former close friends, such as An Lushan's military farming envoy Ma Jun, who was originally an aide in An Lushan's army in charge of financial power and was the confidant promoted by Yan Zhuang. However, after Yan Zhuang left An Lushan, Gao Shang was in charge of An Lushan's internal affairs and took over the power. Ma Jun began to be strongly excluded by Gao Shang, and his situation became worse and worse. Now even the military farming envoy was almost unable to save him. He wrote to Yan Zhuang last year, and the letter vaguely expressed his intention to surrender to Yan Zhuang. Therefore, Yan Zhuang came to Youzhou in person to win over old people like Ma Jun. In addition to Ma Jun, there were several officials, all of whom Yan Zhuang were promoted by Yan Zhuang in the past, and most of his current situation was unsatisfactory.

Yan Zhuang entered the inn and saw Qin Haiyang asking the inn shopkeeper what was wrong, so he stepped forward and said, "What happened?"

Qin Haiyang sent the shopkeeper away, and then said to Yan Zhuang: "There was a small loophole. The shopkeeper of the inn told me just now that a herb collector accidentally discovered the brothers hiding in the mountains in the afternoon. After he came back, he talked about this in the winery, and the town had spread."

Yan Zhuang was shocked and asked quickly: "Does the small town garrison know?"

"It's not clear yet, but the town is not big. I'm worried that someone might tell the garrison that I had sent a few brothers to intercept them on the way. If there are any soldiers who report to me, they will be killed."

Yan Zhuang pondered for a moment and according to their first plan, the plan will be launched tomorrow night, but if something unexpected happens, they may need to adopt an alternative plan.

"Does General Qin want to adopt the second plan?"

Qin Haiyang nodded, "We cannot be lucky. Any carelessness will be fatal and will make our actions fail. I have decided to start the action tonight. Afterwards, we will quickly withdraw from Youzhou and will not care about Mr. Hu. In order to ensure safety, Mr. Hu. Please leave Youzhou immediately!"

"Okay, I'll go to Yizhou now."

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There are not many soldiers in Ping'an Town, with only one hundred people, led by a brigade coach, stationed in a large courtyard on the east side of the town. There is nothing to do, and the soldiers will not come out to patrol. They just go to Xishan Road every three days to walk around the Xishan Road, and most of the time they spend, gambling, drinking, and those who are brave will occasionally sneak out to find women.

But the atmosphere was a little nervous tonight. The garrison had heard a little rumor, saying that there was an army in the Xishan Mountain. Although it was just a rumor, it still made the army's brigade commander nervous.

The Lu Zheng was a Turkic man named Zhaluhua. Before and after the demise of the Eastern Turks, a large number of Hu tribes attached to the Tang Dynasty in the south. The power of the Tang Dynasty did not adopt the policy of integrating them into the Tang Dynasty, but allowed them to live on the border, retain their customs and tribes, and make them a barrier of the Tang Dynasty. When the Tang Dynasty was strong, there was no problem with this national policy, but when the Tang Dynasty declined or civil strife, these Hu people would have a different intention and took the opportunity to attack the Central Plains. The Anshi Rebellion and the Five Dynasties and the Ten Kingdoms at the end of the Tang Dynasty came from this.

An Lushan himself was a Hu person. When he was rebellious, he began to reuse Hu people in large quantities. Not only middle and high-level generals, but even many lower-level officers also began to appoint Hu people. This brigade general, Zhaluhua, was one of them.

This person does not understand Chinese, and the actual situation he received is very different. The news he received was that there were bandits in the West Mountain. It was the word "bandit" that made his vigilance not reach the highest level. It was also one of his responsibilities to prevent bandits in the West Mountain. There was no need to report to An Lushan. As long as the bandits do not commit a crime, at most they would remind the local government.

Despite this, the Turkic brigade commander, who was cautious by nature, was still a little nervous. He ordered the soldiers not to go out alone and stayed in the compound.

The courtyard was crowded with people, a room was brightly lit, and dozens of soldiers were gathered to gamble. Their brigade commander was nervous, but the soldiers didn't care. Several bandits could not affect their mood. They drank and gambled, as usual.

But at this moment, dark shadows were scattered around the courtyard, and the five hundred Falcon Battalion warriors surrounded the garrison. They moved quickly and their voices were slight, and they did not alarm the residents around them.

At this time, a soldier rushed to Qin Haiyang and whispered to report: "The brothers have finished the search, and there are no soldiers outside, all in the barracks."

Qin Haiyang nodded and ordered: "Take it!"

Five hundred soldiers divided into two groups, surrounding the courtyard, while the other one was about two hundred people climbed up the roof from behind. They were as fast as cats and as light as feathers. The soldiers in the house had no sense of consciousness. They were still clamoring for gambling, not realizing that death had arrived.
To be continued...