Brother Wang Meng rushed all the way to Bian Mansion, met Bian Ying, and shouted and questioned him. Bian Ying was shocked and confused. He only said that he would treat them as Australian envoys, and then he would do business with them.
Brother Wang Meng asked sternly about the whereabouts of the Australian envoy, but Bian Ying just shook his head. In anger, he reached out and grabbed Bian Ying's collar and lifted him up.
At this moment, a big hand grabbed his shoulder and said in a deep voice: "General Wang, please let go of my father!"
Brother Wang Meng felt his shoulders sink, and he couldn't help but let go of Bian Ying. He turned around and saw a young man standing in front of him, staring at him with sharp eyes.
Brother Wang Meng snorted and said coldly: "Bian Yuanheng, although I cherish your talent, but it is related to the death of my son, you Bian family members had better be more honest with me!"
This young man is Bian Yuanheng, the eldest son of Bian Ying. He has grown up to be tall and tall, and has natural supernatural powers. He once killed a tiger with his bare hands and was very famous in Jiangdu City.
Wang Mengge recruited him many times, but he rejected them all.
Bian Yuanheng raised his thick eyebrows and said: "Bian can guarantee for my father that he does not know the identities of those fake envoys. If the general doesn't believe it, just kill our whole family!"
Brother Wang Meng looked at him for a long time, waved his hand and said: "That's all, I know that you, Bian Yuanheng, never lie. For your sake, I will believe you this time!"
He left with his men.
"Father, are you okay?" Bian Yuanheng supported Bian Ying and asked with concern.
Bian Ying pushed his hand away, straightened his collar, and said in a neutral tone: "Aren't you going to vote for Fang Guozhen? What, why are you coming back because they don't want you?"
Bian Yuanheng smiled and said: "My child stayed in Taizhou for more than two months and found that Fang Guozhen had no ambition, so he came back."
Bian Ying snorted, walked to a chair, sat down, took a sip of tea and said, "Then who are you going to vote for next?"
Bian Yuanheng sat down next to Bian Ying, put his hands behind his head, laughed and said: "My son is not leaving this time, he will stay in Jiangdu to accompany his father and mother!"
Bian Ying's hand holding the tea cup trembled. She suppressed the joy in her heart and said hurriedly: "So, are you willing to take over the family business?"
Bian Yuanheng said with a smile: "Isn't there a second brother in the family business? I just feel that there is no need to look far away from the near, maybe there will be an uprising army on Yangzhou Road soon!"
Bian Ying raised the tea cup, pretending to throw it at him, and cursed: "Are you afraid that the world will not be in chaos? How could I have given birth to such an evil obstacle like you!"
Bian Yuanheng stood up in a hurry and ran out of the door: "Father, please don't get so angry. The child has gone to pay his respects to his mother!"
In the next five days, Wang Mengge used all his power to investigate the identity of the fake envoy.
The troops who went out of the city to pursue the enemy reached as far as Gaoyou in the north, Taizhou in the east, Zhenzhou in the west, and Zhenjiang in the south, but found nothing. The opponent seemed to disappear out of thin air.
He suspected that the other party returned to the city after leaving the city and hid.
In order to find out the other party, Wang Mengge asked Polo Buhua many times, but he got some clues.
The hypothetical envoy is probably indeed a foreigner. Not only does he wear strange clothes and hairstyle, but the exotic customs mentioned in his mouth are also lifelike and do not seem to be fake.
Among the foreigners who came to the Yuan Dynasty, the largest number were from the Chagatai Khanate and the Golden Horde. However, if the envoys had black hair and black eyes, they could only be Koreans and Japanese.
As a result, he arrested all the Koreans and Japanese people in Jiangdu City and tortured them, but still nothing was gained.
On this day, Brother Wang Meng was using a hot iron to torture a Japanese man, and the Zhennan Palace suddenly sent someone to invite him over.
"The red scarf thieves really dare to attack Gaoyou Mansion?" In the lobby of the palace, Brother Wang Meng stood in the center of the hall and asked with a gloomy face.
Bo Luo Buhua sat at the top, folded his two fat hands, and said with a grimace: "It's absolutely true. I hope the general will take the overall situation first and lead his troops to rescue Gaoyou quickly!"
Brother Wang Meng was silent for a while, then raised his eyebrows and said: "Your Majesty, is there no news from Xuzhou? Why doesn't Prime Minister Tuotuo lead his troops south?"
Boluo Buhua shook his head and said: "The Prime Minister sent us an official document, which only asked us to be careful to guard against the Red Turban Army going south. There was no other explanation."
Brother Wang Meng is still silent. I don’t know how long it will take for him to come back. By then, times will have changed and it will be even more difficult to investigate!
At this time, Miao Daheng suddenly said: "General, you don't have to worry, I am willing to investigate the identity of the fake envoy for you. If you can't succeed, I am willing to sacrifice my head!"
Brother Wang Meng stared at him for a long time, took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I will trust you once!"
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There are more than 30 counties in Yangzhou Road, including five states and one prefecture. The south must be guarded against Fang Guozhen, the west must be guarded against Haozhou, and the north is being attacked, so there are not many troops that can be mobilized.
Brother Wang Meng spent five days evacuating the defenders from various counties and gathered more than 30,000 people. Even Jiangdu's 10,000 defenders removed 7,000.
The army gathered twenty miles north of the city, less than forty miles away from Longtan Village.
Zhang Yangquan, Qin Lingjun and others did not know the details, and because their identities were revealed, Wang Mengge gathered the army to attack the mountain. He took the time to make stone bullets, maintain weapons, cut some wood, and make some simple arrows.
Unexpectedly, Wang Mengge's army went north along the official road and did not attack the mountain stronghold. Everyone hurriedly sent people into the city to find out the news, and then they learned that the official army was going towards the Red Turban Army.
As the saying goes, you can't miss the opportunity.
Now that Brother Wang Meng has left, the refugees will arrive in Jiangdu in two or three days. Zhang Yangquan, Qin Lingjun and other cottage leaders immediately began planning to recruit refugees and seize the opportunity to strengthen their strength!
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It's September, and the autumn wind is bleak.
One hundred and twenty miles north of Jiangdu, there is a small town called Huangtang Town.
Huangtang Town has a long history. It was formed in the Han and Jin Dynasties. It was called Caijiazhuang at that time. In the Northern Song Dynasty, it was renamed Qintang Town, and it was not until the Yuan Dynasty that it was renamed Huangtang Town.
This town is a water town. The Hangou Grand Canal is less than ten miles away from the town entrance, and there is a salt river running from west to east, passing through the town.
Early in the morning, the townspeople of Huangtang Town discovered a strange thing. On the official road outside the town entrance, they saw a long queue of refugees walking slowly, in groups of three or five, with no end in sight.
Huangtang Town is relatively prosperous, but when the townspeople see that the refugees are starved of food and suffer from sallow complexion and thin skin, many people go home to pick up food and give it to the homeless people passing by.
After three days in a row, the refugee team has not come to an end yet.
At this time, the residents of Huangtang Town also found out that many of the refugees were people who had escaped from Xuzhou. They were worried that they would be prosecuted by the government, so they stopped giving food to them.
On this day, a burly man and a boy of 17 or 18 years old also came to Huangtang Town along with the refugee team.
The young man suddenly staggered and almost fell to the ground. The man caught him in time and said hurriedly: "Xiaojiu, are you okay?"
The young man said feebly: "Uncle Li, I can't do it anymore. Leave me alone and go alone."
The burly man gritted his teeth and said: "In order to rescue me from Xuzhou City, all the villagers died at the hands of the Tatars, and you are the only one left. How can I ignore you? Come here, I will carry you!"
A young man named Xiaojiu climbed on the big man's back and said with a choked voice: "Uncle Li, you will definitely be able to lead everyone to drive away the Tatars and live a good life, right?"
The burly man remained silent.
When passing a stone bridge, there was a sudden noise ahead. The burly man looked up and saw several strong men beating an old man. The old man hugged one man's thigh and shouted: "Give me your grandson, give me your grandson."
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"Ah Weng, Ah Weng!" An eight or nine-year-old child was hugged by one of the strong men and kept crying.