Two men were walking on the official road with stern steps. From a distance, the taller man looked up at the tall walls of Bianliang City and snorted... "What a big city, so many people! Busy and domineering." Blessings... Liangshanbo or Yanggu County, how many people can't even eat rice bran! Brother, look at Bianliang... how many pigs and sheep are being driven in one after another? So many pigs and sheep, Bianliang people Have you finished eating?”
The shorter man sighed: "Who knows? Maybe the emperor has more people and more food..."
A guy who was obviously a petty official next to him was riding a donkey. Hearing this, he sneered: "Where did this country bumpkin come from? What do you know? How can I use these dirty pigs and sheep in the harem of the official family of the Song Dynasty? They must be special tributes to the emperor. Only then can we use it... These things are for the high-ranking officials in the city, so make such a fuss... Get out of here!"
The tall man's eyes widened, and the short man next to him hurriedly grabbed him, ignoring the low-ranking official's arrogance, and hid aside.
The petty official discriminated against the outsiders, and proudly whipped the skinny donkey under his seat and headed to the city gate.
Wu Dalang frowned and scolded: "Wu Er...have you forgotten Song Langjun's explanation? We are here to help Gongsun Sheng's brother save people, and by the way, we can explore the reality of this great Song Dynasty Bianliang... You are talking to a bad guy Why is the rotten dog official so angry? How can we explain to Mr. Song that we have delayed a major event?"
Wu Song and Wu Erlang believed that they owed Song Wen a life. In his life, he had no respect for heaven and earth, ghosts and gods, or the government... He only listened to his brother's words, admired Taoist Master Rui Yunlong Gongsun Sheng, and was impressed by Song Wen's righteousness and Bo Yuntian's help!
Wu Erlang lowered his head and said: "Okay, big brother, Erlang knows that he was wrong..."
The two people wandered around for a while, then headed straight for the city gate with a guide in hand. Behind them, there were seven or eight men from the Jianghu who had followed Song Jiang in the uprising and were now affiliated with Song Wen. They also sneaked in in twos and threes. To Tokyo Bianliang City!
Quietly, the Li family of Zixuanlou thought they had avoided Song Wen's eyes and ears, and even ignored their own Miss Li, and sent the green slave, Li Shishi, to the spring water garden of Zhao Ji, Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty.
But they didn't know that Song Wen's anger was already raging. Several groups of elite rural soldiers from Qingshan Camp quietly left Taoshan County and went straight to Bianliang, Tokyo. There were also brothers from the Wu family who brought a dozen of the best Liangshan heroes to serve Song Wenzhi. Fate comes quietly...
Coupled with the more than fifty elite scout battalions led by Xiao Fuzi, Song Wen actually mobilized nearly two hundred elites to sneak into Bianliang without any sound!
Jiangnan had no chance to be cruel to the Li family, Song Wen was going to give them a severe lesson in Bianliang.
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A cart came creaking to the Jinyao Gate in the west of Bianliang City. Two Imperial Guards holding long guns stopped the cart and asked, "What's on the cart? Is there a road guide? Come here and pay the tax." !”
Jinyaomen has fewer pedestrians here, and cannot collect much city gate tax from going back and forth, so it has always been unpopular. Several city gate guards knew this carriage as soon as they saw it, fearing that there was another guy selling smuggling goods or smuggling liquor. !People like myself can count on a little bit of luck...
A few guys dressed as waiters were timid, and they looked like they were guilty of committing crimes. A young steward hurriedly came over and saluted: "Master, military masters...just some drinks, Beicheng Tiandiju wants them!" Raise your hands and let us pass... Hehe..."
As he said that, he stuffed a large bunch of ten copper coins into it, and the commander of the city gate guards curled his lips... "Drinks, do you need an official certificate to sell liquor? Do you have any?"
"This... maybe the shopkeeper forgot to bring it to us..."
The Chief of the Forbidden Army scolded: "Nonsense, how can that be done..."
Another piece of silver weighing about three or four taels was handed over, and the commander of the imperial army grinned... "You know what you are doing! How much money will Tiandiju make from transporting this big cart of wine? Humph..."
The manager raised his hands and said: "A little hard-earned money, hard-earned money! Hehe..."
Another forbidden soldier next to him said: "Tiandiju... If this is Shaojiu Tiandichun, I'm afraid it would be worth a cartload of copper coins!"
The steward couldn't laugh or cry: "Don't dare, don't dare, we are a small business, where can we get so many Tiandichun shochu? How much money is it worth? Don't dare... Master, please rest, we are entering the city now!"
"Wait a minute... we haven't checked what's in your big wine jar yet? Oh no, go and open one and see what's inside?"
"Okay, Mr. Wu!"
Two careless Imperial Guards came over with long spears, clanging and banging on the wine jars. One of them even lifted up a wine jar and reached out to touch it... "Yeah! This bad wine tastes just average!"
The men who drove the carriage seemed a little scared, standing beside the carriage with blank expressions and looking at the greedy Forbidden Army soldiers...
The steward smiled and said: "Bring down the best two jars... and give them to the military masters to taste and relieve their fatigue! Hurry up, hurry up..."
A few silent guys brought down two jars of wine, and Qiu Bamei from the Forbidden Army smiled happily... "Okay, okay, hurry in! Don't delay the business. If you want to transport these things in the future, just go to our Jinyao Gate in the West City.
, it’s easy to say anything...hahaha..."
"Thank you, Master Jun, thank you, thank you so much! Farewell..."
The steward quickly bowed and saluted, and then led a few men to escort the cart into the city in a hurry, disappearing into the morning mist.
Wu Song and Wu Erlang also sneaked into Bianliang City with a dozen Liangshan brothers, as well as other soldiers from Qingshan Camp who arrived, and they quietly headed towards Maxing Street in groups.
The oxcart drove all the way east, passed Liangmen and entered the inner city. Finally, it drove into an old courtyard with tall walls on Mahang Street.
Xiao Fuzi is sitting here!
The courtyard is very secretive and surrounded by tall locust trees. It was Song Wen's last stronghold in the inner city of Bianliang.
The wine jars were carefully moved down one by one. The bottom layer... the mouth of the wine jar was tightly sealed, but inside was actually the strongest alcohol that had been steamed!
From the largest wine jars, black gunpowder bombs were taken out one by one. Several rural soldiers carefully wiped away the wine on the outside of the gunpowder bombs, then tore up the oil paper and began to reinstall the ignition wire.
Wu Song looked curiously at Xiao Fuzi and the others as they carefully operated these gunpowder bombs, scratched his scalp and asked: "Brother Song, are these the Sky Thunder? The kind that can explode?"
Xiao Fuzi actually didn't understand why his husband trusted the two Wu brothers so much, but what he believed must be correct! So he explained: "Yes, this is Lang Jun's unique weapon, the thunder! Generally speaking,
It is also called a gunpowder bomb... Lang Jun said in his letter that our people used this to ambush the Manichaean Holy Gong Fang La outside Hangzhou! Fang La was seriously injured and was on the verge of death, and all his subordinates were killed and injured... Lang Jun and his men escaped intact.
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Takejiro carefully touched the gunpowder bullet and marveled.
Wu Dalang on the side asked softly: "Song Langjun transported these gunpowder bombs to Bianliang to prepare..."
These guys are all big thieves who followed Song Jiang in Liangshanbo and killed officials and rebelled! Making a riot in Bianliang was something that was unthinkable before. If you want to hate the imperial court, who can be more rebellious than these unruly people who were forced to rebel?
Still hate the guy?
Xiao Fuzi replied softly: "It's nothing, Mr. Lang just used these things to end things with some people! Our Qingshan camp has long sworn to uphold justice for heaven and not to rebel for selfish interests! But if someone bullies our brother
On my sister’s head, no matter who he is, blood for blood and tooth for tooth!”
Wu Erlang nodded, while Wu Dalang was suspicious for a long time... He didn't rebel, but if someone bullied him to the head, he would respond with blood for blood and tooth for tooth? What if it was the emperor who bullied someone? Should he also be blown to death with gunpowder bombs?