The sun is still shining brightly in Southern Zhou Dynasty, and it is slightly cold in the morning, but it will warm up after some exercise.
"Practice!"
Fifty riders started galloping down the mountain.
"Bow and arrow!"
Lei Biao shouted fiercely.
After receiving the news that Yang Xuan would go to northern Xinjiang to take up his post, Yang Lue ordered Nan He to rush to assist, and Lei Biao was his new deputy.
The young men were skilled with bows and horses, and they rushed forward row by row, cutting the haystacks into pieces with their horizontal knives.
Lei Biao turned around and said, "General."
Yang Lue nodded, "Let the brothers start practicing too."
More than 20 guards began to practice.
Lei Biao looked forward to it, "I wonder what's going on with Mr. Lang."
"Chenzhou is a dangerous place. Those officials are all frustrated. If they are not handled properly, they will attack in groups. But I am not worried about this."
"Why?"
Yang Lue said: "Lang Jun is going to do big things in the future. Now he is unbearable. When the big things are done, what revenge can't be avenged? What I'm worried about is...those alien races."
"Brothers have found out the news. Now the puppet emperor has become more and more stupid. He actually allows the border areas to recruit sergeants on their own. Hey, that's fine, but what else... Taxes are received from the frontiers in Chang'an and have to be sent back from Chang'an. How can the frontiers recruit soldiers on their own?
Collecting taxes can help support those armies." Lei Biao shook his head.
Yang Lue sneered, "The pseudo-emperor was so decisive in killing back then, but in the end he was too ruthless and lacked the dignity."
Mentioning the pseudo-emperor, Yang Lue's body was filled with murderous intent, "Lang Jun has moved, and the eagles and falcons need to know their way again. Let the brothers in charge work harder and make more trips."
Lei Biao nodded, "Yes."
A ride came from the village.
"General, the local government has come to collect taxes."
Yang slightly smiled and looked north.
"Nan He, when will you arrive?"
…
Nan He is currently on his way to Northern Xinjiang.
On the day he received the message from Chang'an Eagle Falcon, Yang Lue ordered him to set off to assist Lang Jun in northern Xinjiang.
He has bypassed Chang'an and is heading towards Chenzhou.
After passing one pass after another, it was finally level.
The leaves are starting to wither and falling everywhere.
Yellow, red... colorful.
In this kind of scenery, a poet and poet would have to hold back a few sour poems. But Nan He thought of a golden war and an iron horse.
There are cultivated fields on both sides of the official road. It is now empty, with only a few piles left. A few old cows are scattered in the field, looking for food leisurely. A bird landed in the field, pacing slowly, occasionally lowering its head to peck at food.
In the distance, the mist is thin, and the village is looming.
Horse hooves clatter ahead.
Nan He lifted the bamboo hat a little higher.
He looks very ordinary, the kind that no one would remember if he were thrown into the crowd.
The three riders in front emerged from the mist.
Seeing Nan He, one of them shouted: "Local inspection, stop."
The three cavalrymen all carried horizontal swords and surrounded them from the left and right.
Nanhe Lema, put your hands in front of you to show no harm!
"Get off your horse!" the man in front of him drew his sword and shouted.
Nan He was puzzled, "I'm just a traveler, this is not a checkpoint."
The man said with a cold face, "A murderer just appeared here. I have been ordered to investigate and dismount!"
Nan He smiled bitterly, "I am a foreigner..."
The three knights slowly surrounded him, with three horizontal knives pointed at him.
Nan He dismounted.
The man on the left shouted: "Look back."
Nan He turned to the left.
The man behind him raised his sword, and the man in the middle smiled proudly and reached out to pull the reins of Nanhe's horse.
Choking!
The horizontal sword was suddenly unsheathed and then flashed.
"careful!"
"Bitch bitch slave, he was actually prepared, ah!"
"Spare me!"
"Please, I still have an old mother and young children at home, please..."
Three men were lying on the ground, two of them were dead, one had a hole in his chest and abdomen, and his internal organs could be seen, but he was not dead for a while.
Nan He slowly sheathed the knife, looked at the dying man and said: "Even if the local government wants to block the road for inspection, it will be led by petty officials. When will the village be able to intercept travelers? When the world is in chaos."
The man gasped.
Nan He raised his foot and stepped on his throat, frowning and said: "We have to change the road again, it's troublesome!"
A few days later, Nan He appeared in front of a checkpoint.
Several sergeants stood there lazily, and someone shouted: "Dismount."
Nan He dismounted and led the horse forward.
"Getting through."
A sergeant stretched out his hand lazily.
If it were a surprise attack, three breaths would be enough to kill them all... Nan He analyzed it out of habit, then took out the bag and handed it over.
The sergeant lowered his head and glanced, "He was once a member of the army. He went to Northern Xinjiang... to join the army in Chenzhou... a true man!"
A few lazy sergeants also showed more admiration.
The sergeant returned the checkpoint to him and said: "Chenzhou is a mess, with frequent attacks by horse thieves and foreign tribes. It is easy to make meritorious deeds, but you can be careless... Brother, have a good trip."
Nan He nodded, mounted his horse, looked at these people carefully, cupped his hands and said: "These days, you have to take risks in any business."
…
In the early morning, Yang Xuan climbed to the top of the city and looked at Ermei Mountain on the right. There was a beacon on the mountain, and there were sergeants stationed in the beacon. This is why the city was able to respond in time when the horse thieves attacked.
Yang Xuan stood on the top of the city, and Cao Ying beside him said: "Lang Jun, are you really going to deal with Jiang? As long as Lang Jun orders me, I can find a reason to let him die without a burial place."
The old thief stretched himself and said, "How will you deal with him if he doesn't make a mistake?"
Cao Ying said calmly: "Many mistakes are not made by myself."
If you want to incriminate yourself, why bother?
"This treacherous sycophant!" Suzaku muttered.
Yang Xuan shook his head, "Keep it."
"Keep it?" Cao Ying was startled.
"If we get rid of Jiang Zhen, Ma Zhen will come again, why not keep him." Yang Xuan thought of being an undercover agent.
He turned around and said, "Just follow the plan."
"Undercover? Hahahaha! I want to be a good person." Suzaku laughed wildly.
Later I returned to the county.
"I've seen the Ming Dynasty."
The three clerks saluted.
Yang Xuan nodded, looked at Jiang Zhen and said, "Jiang Zhen is here for the first time. I think he feels a lot of discomfort. If there is any difficulty, just tell him and I will handle it as appropriate."
Jiang Zhen was stunned for a moment, then saluted, "Thank you Mingfu."
Returning to the check-in room, Jiang Zhen smiled and felt a little proud.
Woo!
A desolate horn sound came.
Yang Xuan rushed out, Qian Mo was already in place, "Mingfu, beacon warning."
Yang Xuan looked up and could see a puff of smoke rising from Ermei Mountain on the right.
Beacon: Make smoke during the day and raise fire at night.
"Let the death camp go to the top of the city." Yang Xuan ordered.
"Yes!" Qian Mo accepted the order, then smiled bitterly and said to his subordinates: "Those bitch slaves are all vicious people. Does the Ming Dynasty think that after practicing for a while, they will become obedient fat sheep?"
"Puff puff!"
"Puff puff!"
The sound of neat footsteps came from behind.
Qian Mo didn't look back and warned: "Protect the Ming Mansion later, and don't let the Ming Mansion put yourself in danger this time, otherwise we and other warriors will lose their dignity."
The subordinate smiled bitterly, "But Mingfu is very skilled."
He seems to be more powerful than me... Qian Mo was speechless and remained silent for a moment, "You..."
Puff puff!
The pace of his footsteps was very fast, reaching his side.
Qian Mo turned around slowly.
Rows of prisoners came in neat rows carrying long guns and wearing horizontal knives on their waists.
Puff puff!
Rows of prisoners trotted past Qian Mo without looking back.
Qian Mo's cheeks trembled, "Who are these criminals?"
The subordinates were also confused, "Why do you have so much momentum?"
"quick!"
Diao She was shouting from behind.
The common people all walked out of their homes and watched the five hundred prisoners running past them.
"Woof woof woof...woo..."
A dog was barking, and when he rushed out of the house and saw the array, he whined.
Yang Xuan and others had already arrived at the top of the city. When they heard the footsteps, they all turned around to look.
Puff puff!
Five hundred people invaded the city.
Diao She held an ax and shouted: "Report to the Ming Mansion, the death camp has been assembled, please give instructions to the Ming Mansion."
Yang Xuan nodded, "Go to the top of the city."
Diao She turned around and shouted: "Go to the top of the city!"
Cao Ying watched the prisoners marching up to the top of the city one by one, still in order, and couldn't help but lost her mind and said: "Why do I feel... so powerful?"
The old thief sniffed, "No, it's solemn."
Wang Laoer slapped Ba Ba's mouth, "It's meat."
Snapped!
The old thief slapped him in the face and said, "Don't be a dick all day long, and protect your husband later."
Wang Laoer nodded and slapped him back.
Boom!
The old thief's expression changed, he squatted down and coughed violently.
Wang Laoer looked at his hands and said, "I put a lot of effort into it."
The beacon smoke on Ermei Mountain is still there.
In the distance, many black spots are looming.
Deng Hu's body was rising and falling on the horse. He turned around and glanced at the more than 400 riders behind him, and he couldn't help but feel high-spirited.
He turned his head and glanced at Zhuang Sheng, his eyes filled with gloom.
"live!"
When they were a hundred steps away from Taiping City, Deng Hu ordered to stop.
A person came to the left, and he knew it was Zhuang Sheng without looking at Deng Hu.
A cold voice came: "The defeat last time made our brothers lose their hearts. Fortunately, we gathered some scattered horse thieves. Today's battle... brother, are you sure?"
Deng Hu narrowed his eyes, "Of course."
This battle was not just his decision, Zhuang Sheng also advocated revenge, but at this moment, in Zhuang Sheng's words, it became Deng Hu's idea.
Sheng, Zhuang Sheng can loudly say that he advocates the correctness of revenge.
In defeat, Zhuang Sheng can be said to be the result of Deng Hu going his own way.
Yin people!
Deng Hu pointed to the top of the city and said, "Go alone and say that you want to meet that young county magistrate."
Zhuang Sheng smiled and said, "He will definitely not leave the city."
Deng Hu said coldly: "I just want him not to dare to leave the city."
Zhuang Sheng was startled, and someone said: "If this happens, the morale in the city will drop. Brother, this is a great idea."
As soon as he rode up, he shouted loudly: "My brother invites the county magistrate to come out of the city for a meeting."
At the top of the city, Qian Mo sneered, "He's thinking shit!"
Zhen Siwen also scolded: "You bitch slave, such a mean horse thief, he is worthy of scolding you and so on!"
The surroundings were deathly silent.
Zhen Siwen looked slowly.
Cao Ying looked pleased.
Hu Zhang handed over his hand.
Jiang Zhen glanced at him worriedly.
well……
Just as Zhen Siwen was about to speak, Yang Xuan came over and patted him on the shoulder, "If you have the courage, in that case, go and see the bandit chief and test it out. Remember, don't go too far away from the city."
Zhen Siwen: "..."
His legs were weak.
But he still said calmly: "Take the order."
Turning around, he took a deep breath and whispered: "Sven, you can do it, you must do it!"
When he reached the bottom of the city, he rubbed his face and shivered.
The city gate is open.
Zhen Siwen rode out.
City head.
Yang Xuan stretched out his hand, "Bow and arrow."