Chapter 493. The aroma of wine is also afraid of deep alleys

Not far from the border where they were arrested last time, several Xianbei people pulled their horses and pulled their coats, and they quickly disappeared into the night.

The man who betrayed the lord was called Na Mulun, he was a samurai of the bald department, and he was considered the lowest level of the upper class, and he carried the bald oblique corpse of his lord who was killed by several crossbow arrows on his horseback, and as for his other two accomplices, after being rescued, they were locked up in the underground prison of the Military Statistics Survey Bureau, and they were counted as hostages.

As soon as he was disobedient, Li Fu released the other two and let him fall into disgrace on the grassland.

And then on the opposite of him was Qulu Ana, who was also two brothers, Cuomuna and Jidam, who were imprisoned in underground prisons, but if he behaved well, Li Fu agreed to let his two brothers go, and after being beaten by Han feudalism for more than half an hour, he had to agree to come down and be this spy spy.

Finally, there is Ah Hu, Li Fu personally gave him a Chinese name, followed his surname, and his name was Li Hu.

This person is very interesting, he was born in poverty, and the few people around him who were stabbed to death by him and Li Fu were the children of rich and powerful families in the ministry, and they were regarded as followers since childhood, calling and drinking, but judging from the fact that he dared to take out these strongmen next door with a knife, this person is not a waste who only promises, what he needs is just an opportunity.

So Li Fu called him a tiger, hoping that he would rise, and was a member of the Military Statistics Survey Bureau who officially introduced him, since he was a child, no one had ever affirmed him so much, and the other two disappeared into the night in a hurry, but this person looked back and hugged his fist solemnly, and then left.

Seeing the three newly promoted Qingzhou spy figures disappear into the night, Li Fu also breathed a long sigh of satisfaction, but after smoothing out his clothes, he respectfully trotted to the fort wall of the North Third Fort behind him, and hugged his fist heavily in the dark.

"My lord, as you want, the spies are out!"

Wang Houzheng drooped one leg, sat on the low wall with this wine jug, and kept looking at these Xianbei people who were far away, did not answer Li Fu's invitation, and after pouring another sip of wine, Wang Hou's face suddenly turned sideways, and he smashed the wine jug on the ground all of a sudden.

In later generations, there was a proverbial ballad that circulated on the Internet for a long time, a horseshoe was broken, and an empire was destroyed! Although these are small characters, the hope that Qingzhou places on them is this broken horseshoe.

It's just that to make these horseshoes grow, it is a bloody price!

The capture of the Xianbei people on the border for several consecutive days has not brought about the improvement of public order, but the intensification of the invasion of these small tribes, and even no longer limited to the night, in broad daylight, there are also Xianbei people who continue to cross the border to kill and rob, and the life in Jinzhou City in the Han Dynasty is becoming more and more bloody and difficult!

Another day.

Just planted rice on the green seedlings of the paddy field, suddenly a big foot full of mud suddenly stepped on it, gently the seedlings were trampled flat, in the paddy field, there were hundreds of people chasing and scolding, in front, the Han people of Jinzhou were frightened while running away, while looking back, and tightly behind them, there were dozens of Xianbei people in leather robes carrying bows and arrows while shouting and scolding, while chasing and shooting, a few Han people who ran slowly behind were shot down in the paddy field with an arrow, desperate shouting, But he didn't even pull him, and he was immediately slashed by the Xianbei man who was behind him with an axe.

This is not the thirty-mile fort that was still close to the border a few days ago, Beishan Fort, which has reached the core of Jinzhou City, close to the fifteen-mile fort not far from the city, just like the first attack on the thirty-mile fort, in the panicked shouts of the fleeing peasants, thousands of people in the fortress fled out in panic, let it go, dozens of Xianbei people arrogantly mocked behind their backs, chasing and killing.

It's just that unlike that day, not far from the fifteen-mile fort, the main infantry of Qingzhou with more than 800 people from two regiments squatted in the forest.

Listening to the frightened cries of women and children in the fortress not far away, Wang Ben, the regiment of the 10th Regiment of the Liaodong Brigade, was really impatient like an ant on a hot pot, constantly turning in circles, and finally walked to the rear of the corps in a dull manner, and bowed down with a heavy fist.

"Governor! The thief is burning my Qingzhou manor, do you really leave it alone? ”

"The upper right corner of the banner is painted with a golden crow, and the lower left corner is painted with a flame, it doesn't matter!"

Moved a recliner, while swaying in the fragrant smell under the new green shoots in the spring, while holding the teapot and slowly sipping the tea, for a while, Wang Houfang replied unhurriedly, seeing his lord's leisurely appearance, and was in a hurry, and finally hugged his fist heavily, Wang Tuanyu once again rushed to the front and waited.

After a while, there was a sudden burst of surprise ghost crying wolf howl in the manor, and after the surprise shout, the Xianbei people who had just worn tattered leather jackets, when they came out of the fort again, they were like shotguns changing guns, wearing heavy Qingzhou chain armor, several spears or ring knives under their crotches, and some had three or four helmets tied around their waists, as if they were in tatters.

In the fiery eyes of those Qingzhou soldiers, after these Xianbei people who had entered the prison finished killing people, they swaggered out of the fort and retreated to the western grassland.

It's not enough to have bait, and the aroma of wine is also afraid of deep alleys! Wang Hou forced Yu Wenhong to go out to fight and kill the Murong Ministry, just to fan out the aroma of the wine, so that the Murong Ministry knew that there was a large number of arms in Jinzhou, and the Yuwen Ministry, which was a Xianbei person, could be exchanged for guns.

Then the horseshoes that were scattered were the stones for exploring the way, which was Wang Hou himself betrayed his people, and those spies who were scattered by Li Fu were ordered to go back to their own tribes, collect as many people as possible, and then return to this Jinzhou agricultural reclamation area, and let go to rob, especially to go deep into the fifteen-mile fort to rob his Wang Hou's arsenal.

Fifty people, a hundred people, can't take a few pieces of equipment, but they can release a new signal like the grassland, Jinzhou's defense force is very weak, the people are as weak as sheep, but there are still a large number of equipment to take!

It's just that compared to the plan, what Wang Hou minds more at this time is the matter inside the wall, listening to the frightened cries and painful cries of the fifteen-mile fort townspeople who returned to the fort after the thief left, pinching the handle of the teapot, Wang Hou, who seemed to be leisurely, and the green tendons on the back of his hands were also bursting.

His face was gloomy, and he also showed a sense of dazedness, shaking his head and humming dullly.

"Where is the bottom line, how long can you endure it!"

"Lord, another group of Xianbei barbarians are coming, but they didn't raise flags!"

Again, Wang Ben rushed over with interest, hugging his fists and fighting, and this time, Wang Hou did not disappoint him, he threw the teapot with a click, he suddenly sat up straight with a ruthless face, and hummed with murderous anger!

"Kill half of them! Chop off your head and throw it on the thirty-mile road! ”

"The last general obeys!"