Li Ting had a smile on his face when he spoke, but his words were irritable and filled with murderous intent.
Guo Ning knows that although Li Ting loves to compete for credit and show off, he is not a person who doesn't know the importance of things. The main reason why he would say this is because he is worried about Li Yun's safety. The two brothers support each other in Northern Xinjiang, where tigers and wolves are surrounded.
Along the way, the feelings were profound and extraordinary.
Li Ting barely controlled his emotions along the way. Now that he has arrived outside Xianping Mansion, he is only one step away from entering the city. Whether this step can be successful depends on resolute, decisive and precise actions. After entering the city, can he find Li Ting?
Whether Yun Yun or even Li Yun is still alive is still undecided.
At this time, Li Ting didn't trust anyone and had no choice but to do it himself.
Half of the soldiers under the banner of Fuzhou reinforcements were Li Ting's subordinates, some of whom were thieves and bandits with complex backgrounds. It was indeed most appropriate for him to arrange these people in a unified manner.
Guo Ning said in a deep voice: "Li Yun is not the only one in the city, there are also Wang Bao'er and his party, as well as the soldiers under the command of He Shilie. If you want to do it, you have to do your best to do it well."
Li Ting cupped his fists and said, "Leave it to me!"
Guo Ning nodded.
The Fuzhou reinforcements are located not far from Xianping Prefecture, with only a few sparse forests covering the two places. Soldiers with good eyesight can see the faint movements at the top of the city when they are in the army, and the top of the city should be the same.
The two of them stopped talking, lest they reveal their presence and be noticed by those looking at the city.
Guo Ning still accompanied He Shi Liehuanduan, while Li Ting walked among his own soldiers, taking advantage of the fact that the team pretending to be a labor force had not yet arrived, quickly dispatching familiar people and capable manpower.
Heshi Liehuanduan watched silently from the side at first. When Li Ting's arrangements were roughly completed, he couldn't help but ask: "The accents of people from Shandong must be different, and they are not afraid of exposing flaws?"
"Du Tong, have you seen the old soldier following Li Yun? His surname is Hu. He is the leader of the Han people who live in the mountains south of Hesihan Pass and seek survival. He is very powerful. The group around him are those who have recently
The wild Jurchens who have taken refuge in us. These people may seem rude and ignorant, but in fact they are cunning enough to deal with them... Don't worry, Li Ting will take responsibility."
Heshi Liehuanduan nodded silently.
How could he not know where these people came from? He had been in Fuzhou for several years and often sent troops to attack the villages of these barbarians. Sometimes they robbed food, sometimes they robbed people, and sometimes they didn't rob anything at all. They just burned and killed them.
Fang forged many grudges.
Those wild Jurchens always looked at He Shi Liehuanduan with unkind eyes, but they were running around and listening to Li Ting's orders. It seems that it is better to have money. Only with money, food and materials can they be bribed and appeased.
Savages are less troublesome than simply fighting.
Thinking of this, Heshi Liehuanduan was a little stunned.
When Guo Ning saw that the labor force was getting closer and closer, he took half a step back and stood in the armored column.
This team of laborers was not fake. The team really carried a lot of pigs, sheep, cattle, wine, as well as freshly baked soft drinks and scones. The food was all packed in baskets and hung on the front and back of the poles.
A group of soldiers, wearing the uniforms of the gangtou army, with sharp knives hidden on their waists, were swinging at the front carrying carrying poles.
Their leader, Pu Xian, with braided hair on his head and a row of embroidered patterns on his neck, appeared on stage, dressed as an ordinary general, wearing a white round-collared robe loosely, and walked slowly at the end of the queue.
Pu Xian came out as a wild Jurchen who was born in Huli and changed his path. His family was north of Wandulu Mountain and came from a thousand households in Helibinte. The residents here lived in thatched houses, fished for food, did not bathe, and wore straight clothes.
, use fish skin in hot weather, use dog skin in cold weather, and do not eat grains. In the eyes of outsiders, they are no different from beasts that eat hair and drink blood.
A few years ago, Pu Xian came to power and joined Pu Xianwannu by chance. Because of his shrewdness and bravery, he was favored by Pu Xianwannu. He was adopted as his adopted son and appointed as Meng'an. From then on, he served Pu Xianwannu wholeheartedly.
, Every time there is a fight, he charges forward, not afraid of mountains of swords and seas of fire.
The person in charge of answering questions at the front was a well-known and clever Bohai man under Pu Xianchu. There was no need for Pu Xianchu to come in person.
But he also remembered Pu Xianwannu's special warning and knew that this matter was not a trivial matter, so he followed him, intending to see what kind of troops Heshi Liehuanduan brought this time and what kind of generals he had. Once he understood it, he would take care of them in a while.
Only by introducing them into the city can we kill them more easily.
As the team of laborers approached, a shout of questioning came from the front, and both sides exchanged a few words. The person who was asking the question burst into laughter when he saw the food and wine, and then shouted for his companions to come.
In an instant, hundreds of people came over and surrounded the small labor force team. Some people squeezed into the team, staring at the meat and wine, as if they couldn't move their eyes. Some people were so rude that they just carried the food themselves.
A drunkard, he was yelled at and scolded, so he backed away with a stern look on his face.
Some of the accents of these people are like the wild Jurchens on Supin Road, and there are some subtle differences. They were probably moved to Gaizhou and Fuzhou by the imperial court. I have heard of them when Pu Xian came out, and they are all
No wonder these miserable people only have food in their eyes.
There are also some old and young people with shabby clothes and dusty faces. They only stare at the food and drool without saying anything. That is normal. You can tell by looking at their yellow hair. This group of people are yellow-haired Jurchens from Puyu Road further north. They
His bloodline is actually different from that of the Jurchens, and he can't explain it clearly in a gibberish manner.
In the early years, tribes from Supin Road and Puyu Road migrated to the Fuzhou area in large numbers to serve as a source of troops for the imperial court. It should be these people.
These people are indeed savages. They have no military discipline and no officers seem to be in charge. Many people gathered around the people carrying food and drinks, laughing and talking. Many people's voices were covered by each other, and they could only hear
It was so buzzing that no one could hear clearly what was being said, but everyone's voice was getting louder and louder.
The scene suddenly became noisy and chaotic.
There were dozens of people in the team carrying the wine and meat. Surrounded by hundreds of wild Jurchens, the team could not move very fast. Sometimes the team in front of them kept walking a few steps, but the team behind them were still surrounded and pulled by the noisy savages.
I can only stop and go. If I'm not careful, I won't be able to see anyone in front of me.
These dozens of people are all the elites of Xianping Prefecture who came with a mission. Many of them had sophisticated sharp blades and short guns hidden under the robes of the gangtou army. Now they were being pulled and pulled, and the weapons were almost exposed.
, and quickly covered his chest to cover up a little.
Seeing this, Pu Xian was a little irritated when he came out.
This reinforcements were under the banner of He Shi Liehuanduan, but when they came up, there were wild Jurchens and yellow-haired Jurchens blocking the road, and no officers came out to maintain order. Maybe He Shi Liehuanduan recruited all the wild Jurchens and yellow-haired Jurchens who could walk in his territory.
Yes? So it’s not an army, but a make-shift tribe?
Even a tribe has a leader whose words work! We have to find a way to find them all and kill them!
Pu Xian stepped forward and pushed away a few wild Jurchens who were making noise in front of them. He suddenly looked at the gap and walked forward quickly.
The road they were traveling on happened to bypass a forest.
The size of the forest is not large, and the trees are neither high nor dense. However, due to the influence of the summer climate, the forest is overgrown with thorns and shrubs.
Pu Xian's view of the stage was blocked by the woods, so he didn't see half of the people walking in the front until he rounded the edge of the woods.
In a small area covered by woods, poles containing wine and meat were scattered everywhere.
Fifteen or sixteen people, all fell to the ground.
The wild Jurchens who had been enjoying the feast of wine and meat had disappeared. There was another group of soldiers holding blood-stained daggers and stabbing the fallen bodies randomly, cutting everyone's throat.
Someone ordered: "Tug it away quickly! Drag it away!"
The corpse was dragged into the forest, and blood gushed out from every wound and seeped into the ground. Other soldiers sprinkled soil on the blood-stained ground, trying to cover up the blood stains and cover up the unique smell of blood and feces and urine of the dead.
gas.
There's a scam! There's a ghost! There's going to be trouble!
The blood vessels on Pu Xian's forehead were beating wildly. He gritted his teeth and neither screamed nor took long steps to escape. He slowly lowered his body, carefully stepped on the broken branches and leaves in the forest, and slowly retreated.