"I can't say the method yet, but I can guarantee it will be effective. After all, I won't risk my own head, don't you think?" Lin Haoming asked with a smile.
Several people heard this and thought it made sense. Huang Yong took the initiative and said, "I can believe this."
"Since everyone believes it, there is one more thing. I am nominally the leader of this matter, but in fact, at least on the surface, you must have Brother Zhu as the leader. When it comes time to come forward, you will also need Brother Zhu to come." Lin
Haoming said.
"Why is this?" Zhu Feiling asked.
"Two, one I want to hide behind, and the second one chooses Brother Zhu because only Brother Zhu has enough reputation and status, can the Marquis correct Da Guangming and help you. After all, you are different from the others. You
But those who are truly qualified to inherit the title." Lin Haoming said.
"Okay!" Zhu Feiling agreed without any hesitation this time.
Seeing this, Lin Haoming also raised his glass, and several people drank a glass of wine together.
When Lin Haoming put down his wine glass, he glanced at the two sides, looked at the excited people in front of him, and breathed a sigh of relief.
After staying in Guangning County for three days, Lin Haoming left with his troops. The county magistrate came to the place Lin Haoming asked for as agreed. He only saw that the place was in a mess, with three to four hundred people dead and more than a thousand more.
It is even more surprising to see all the war horses tied here.
Nowadays, the war is chaotic, and the county magistrate is used to seeing dead people. A few years ago, he himself would probably be shocked, but what happened to these war horses? Do those people not want any horses? But it seems that there are not all war horses,
This puzzled the county magistrate, but after he reported it, he quickly issued an order telling him not to say anything or ask anything.
Fushan County is a county at the junction of Pingjiang County and Annan County. It is subordinate to Pingjiang County and is also the southeastern county of Pingjiang County.
Fushan County is adjacent to Anfu Mountain. Anfu Mountain is the only mountain range in Pingjiang County, and the mountain is not very high.
Pingjiang County was originally an absolutely prosperous county in the Yue Kingdom. The Pingjiang River flows from north to south, and most of the fertile fields are on both sides of the river. On the contrary, Fushan County's fields are not so fertile because of Anfu Mountain. It should have been relatively barren, but since
The war for the inheritance that started last year, although relatively few people were affected here, there were too many people coming from other places in Pingjiang County, and now there are refugees everywhere around Fushan County.
The total number of residents in Fushan County is less than 100,000, and the number of refugees here is estimated to be tens of thousands, which gives the Fushan County Magistrate a headache.
Nowadays, in the middle of winter, there are refugees everywhere huddled under the walls of the city, because these walls provide shelter from the wind, and once it is time to give soup, these people will run out, and more refugees live in some wooden shacks built outside the city.
After all, it can barely withstand the wind and snow, although people will still continue to die.
The Yue Kingdom has no way to deal with these matters. After all, their homeland is on the front line of the war and it is impossible for them to go back directly. So for now, they can only survive this winter.
There were as many as eight soup kitchens set up around the city gate, with long queues forming at each one, and soldiers guarding every place.
"Why is the rice porridge getting thinner and thinner?"
"There's more and more sand."
"Why is the porridge a little green today?"
Many people who received the porridge gurgled, but under the supervision of the guards, no one dared to say anything. They cursed in their hearts that the corrupt officials in Fushan County must have swallowed up the relief food.
The shanties outside the city can accommodate about eight thousand people, but in fact tens of thousands of people were squeezed in, and some who still had the strength to cut some wood from the mountains to build houses, after all, there are still porridge cooks here.
In order to survive, many of the refugees who fled here have sold their children, daughters or even their wives. Their wives and children are scattered here, and the only purpose is to survive.
However, wherever there are people there are rivers and lakes, and there are gangs even among the refugees.
Pang Erniu is the leader of one of the groups. He was originally a gangster from Changning County. After escaping here, he found the people who had followed him and occupied several of the best houses here, with twenty
Several brothers followed him, and every time they gave out porridge, they could be at the front of the line. When wealthy households in the city came out to give extra porridge, they could also be at the front. If there was some work in the city, they could also grab it.
Do it. Of course, as refugees, this is the only way. After all, they are just refugees. If they really want to enter the city, they can't do it. Because of the prevention of refugees, various cities will not let refugees in unless someone guarantees that they are just a group of gangsters.
No one would vouch for them for no reason.
After giving porridge today, Pang Erniu still led his people to grab a seat. There was a lot of mud and sand, but there was nothing they could do. They were just refugees, but soon he felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach. It was not just him,
Everyone who followed him to grab the porridge felt uncomfortable.
Just when he felt something might be wrong with the porridge, he suddenly heard someone outside crying and shouting: "Brother, brother... what's wrong with you, wake up, the porridge is poisonous, this porridge is poisonous."
"Dad, why are you leaving... This porridge is poisonous!"
"My son...this porridge is poisonous."
Hearing such sounds one after another, Pang Erniu was shocked. His stomach hurt more and more. He couldn't really have been poisoned to death.
But things didn't seem that bad, at least it got better after a few more pulls, but screams kept coming from my ears.
"Fushan County wanted to poison us with poisonous rice in order to provide food for disaster relief, and then reported that we died of freezing. They are so vicious."
I don’t know who shouted such words first, and then the sound suddenly spread, and then people rushed over.
"What are you doing? What do you want to do? Rebellion!" The soldiers maintaining order immediately protected the porridge cooks with their spears.
"The relief food has been resold privately and will be secretly transported away tonight. We will starve to death..."
"We are going to starve to death. Instead of starving to death, it is better to rush in."
Suddenly, many people around were shouting, and then at a few soup kitchens, someone suddenly pushed the guard directly, and there was complete chaos.
"Close the city gate quickly." Someone on the top of the city began to yell.
The soldiers below also started to move, but there were two soup kitchens at the city gate. Suddenly some bamboo spears flew from nowhere and pierced the soldiers who were closing the city gate. Then hundreds of people were seen heading towards
They rushed towards the city gate, and then the others almost rushed into the city along with the flow of people.
There are all refugees here. Logically speaking, it is impossible to resist, but for some reason, the first few people who rushed over were so powerful that even the soldiers who closed the door felt something was wrong after they were knocked down. But they had no chance, because
These people have already stepped over them.
Fushan County has three city gates, and they are still like this at this moment. As long as tens of thousands of hungry people are still running away, they are rushing into the city in order to survive.