From the three sable ridges, Shiqiu Ridge, Ruifang Town, Wucheng, Baduan and other key points on the periphery of the chicken coop, through Dacheng, Dakan and other places, Qihou (now Kaohsiung City) Daping Mountain and Sicao Lake, Baishadun, Anping and Tainanhaikou, along the Nanhou Mountain Beinan Place; According to Zheng Sen's concept of security area, quasi-security area, and non-security area, a huge prison cage has been formed, with each sea mouth as an iron pillar, all roads as chains, and fortresses everywhere as locks, locking Taiwan's mountainous areas layer by layer, and a big lock in this cage is Tainan Fucheng.

This side is in full swing, and in the non-security area, it is also in full swing, but in the non-security area, it is not busy in full swing, but anxious like ants on a hot pot. Don't look at the Dongfan rebels often claim to be tens of thousands, in fact, they are all robbery groups improvised by many villages, and when there is something to rob, everyone is naturally brave, and now that the things are in hand, they will go back to their respective homes to find their own mothers. Most of them didn't realize the weight of their crimes, thinking that it was just an ordinary fight, and when the Nanzhong official came to the mansion, it would be good to stammer Shangguan and give some deerskins. Of course, the chiefs of the villages still knew the severity of the problem, especially after Zheng Sen began to build roads and fortresses on a large scale, they all felt that the end was not far away, so they hurriedly gathered together to discuss countermeasures.

This meeting is naturally headed by the most powerful pot-bellied king. As a "cross-ethnic quasi-kingdom" established by the Babula tribe and the Maowu tribe, the Bazehai tribe and part of the Hongya tribe, the territory spanned the vast area of today's Taichung County, as well as Changhua County and Nantou County. The tribal co-owner is known as the "Potbelly King" of the Potbelly Kingdom, and its strength is naturally much stronger than that of the president of one village and one community.

In Hokkien dialect, he is known as the big belly king under the jurisdiction of Ganzai, although according to the social development situation at this time, it is only a puppet controlled behind the scenes by women who are still at the end of the matriarchal society, but it is still not exempt from vulgarity. Holding a cane symbolizing power in his hand, he walked majestically towards the Nanda Belly Society, the Shalu Society (in present-day Shalu, Taichung County), the Niusaotou Society (in present-day Qingshui, Taichung County), and the Pu Zili Society (in present-day Taichung). The presidents of the Pingpu ethnic group of more than ten societies, including the Tunxiao Society (now Miaoli Tongxiao), the Ali History Society (now Tanzi, Taichung), the Pengshan Society (now Dajia), the Maoluo Society (now Fenyuan Township, Changhua County), the Anli Society (now Shengang, Taichung County), Shuili (now Longjing, Taichung), and the Ashu Society (now Xiangshan, Changhua City), glanced at them proudly, and announced majestically that the meeting had begun.

The meeting was roughly similar to the meeting of the chiefs in the mainland, except that it was preceded by a more complex religious ceremony, according to the traditions of the ethnic minorities in the south. There are also activities such as slaughtering bulls, and at worst, a few roosters are killed to make a fortune. As usual, this kind of ritual will not be completed until a few days. But because the chiefs were anxious, the religious ceremony had to end hastily. After sitting down according to the rules, a small president hurriedly said: "It's amazing, I heard that the Han people have transferred more troops from outside than the trees on the mountain, and our sworn enemies have also formed some kind of Raushzi's auxiliary volunteers, saying that as long as they do not disarm and enter the security area, they will all be killed." ”

The words of this little president immediately caused some people to be dissatisfied. The president of a large ethnic group in Lingzhong said with disdain: "Look at the unseemly virtue of you and me, we are the masters of this land, what can the Han people do, do they climb the mountains or fly over the bamboo forest?" After all these years, they have only built a fortress by the sea, and if we don't mess with them, I don't believe they can go around the mountains and go around with us. ”

The president's words received a lot of applause, but some people just casually echoed them. I was thinking about other ideas. Most of these people have close contacts with Nanzhong, and they know that the Nanzhong army is not easy to mess with. They looked at those applauding people with disdain, and thought to themselves: self-righteous fellows, the group of Han people in the south can catch the eagles in the sky and hunt the whales in the sea, how can they not climb the mountains and penetrate the bamboo forest, but they are afraid that when they come. You're still dreaming.

It's just a pity that in the end, the opinions of the main battle faction prevailed, so it was agreed in the meeting that all villages and villages would prepare people to assemble at the designated places. It's not that they don't know the power of the Nanzhong Army, but now Zheng Sen's noose has become tighter and tighter. Since Zheng Sen came, grain and salt could not come in, deer skins could not be sold, and all villages lived on grain storage, but it was difficult to last long. And anyone who has killed people, especially Han people, will inevitably have a weak heart, so the already traditional idea has been formed, first fight, grab some supplies, and then curry favor with Zheng Sen to see if he can suppress this matter, as long as he does not disarm and does not pursue the crime of rebellion, it will be successful.

Just when everyone was struggling with their brains about how their race could survive and develop in this treacherous moment, the leader of a pot-bellied king hurriedly ran into the hut, and the fear on his face was almost brighter than the bird feathers on his head.

"Panic what! The Han people are coming?! ”

Gan Zai scolded the president of this subordinate and threatened to beat him with the cane in his hand.

"It's really the Han people who killed it! The two big officials of the Han people, Zheng Sen and Wu Liuqi, assigned a large team of men and horses, as well as those who returned to the good fan, divided into north and south to kill us! ”

The president trembled like a chicken chick in a storm, trembling and pointing out the route of the Han people who came to attack everyone. At this time, although these eastern fans did not evolve to the level of civilization that could draw maps, they also had their own methods.

The president who came to report the news pointed to the presidents and patriarchs here, the Han army has arrived near your village and community, and the target is probably where and where. Wait a minute. The location of the villages and communities in Tongguò outlined a picture of the route and goal of Wu Liuqi's march for the leaders present.

Wu Liuqi's march was divided into two routes, north and south, of which the south road was the main force. There is no way, in this era, Taiwan's military, economic, and political center is still in Tainan. With ten battalions of troops, along from Tainan Province through Jianbi Mountain, Bagua Mountain, Dapulin, Changhua, across the Dajia Creek to take the location of the Datu Kingdom.

"Right now, the Han army has occupied Jianbi Mountain and is ready to cross Dajia Creek!"

Jianbi Mountain is located in the north of Miaoli, is it the gate of the Potbelly Kingdom and these chaotic village communities, once this gate becomes the outpost stronghold of the Southern Yue Army, then Wu Liuqi can go to the valley and field where the Potbelly Kingdom is located at any time to take a walk.

And Dajia Creek is a big river in Taiwan. From east to west, it pours between Miaoli, Taichung and Changhua. Bamboo forests on both sides of the river and steep valleys are a natural barrier. After crossing Dajia Creek, even if the Bigbelly Kingdom was hugged to bed by Wu Liuqi, be ready to accept the ravages of this iron beggar at any time!

"But,! Ladies and gentlemen! There is also a happy event! ”

I heard that the Han army was so close to him. Many presidents are at a loss for what to do. They know very well that there is a shortage of salt and food at the moment, how can they confront the Han people? Even if you want to go into the deep mountains and dense forests to circle with the Han people, people still have to eat. Without food and salt, even if you can hunt wild animals, you can't stand it for long!

Just when everyone was flustered, the president threw out another heavy message.

"In Hsinchu Town, a large number of grain, grass, oil, salt, and cloth were transported. There are also Han people's military uniforms and weapons! According to the news from those good fans, these things are the Han people according to the rules of their wars, grain and grass first, piled up here to be used to fight us! ”

The president's tone of voice was extremely excited, and from his expression and tone, everyone understood the subtext, "Robbed their food!" So that they don't have to eat! I have to listen to us! ”

"There are only 100 Han Chinese officers and soldiers guarding it. In addition, there are hundreds of ryanpan who are in charge of carrying them. This is undoubtedly a large bowl of fragrant and hot braised pork on the lips of a group of hungry people with blue eyes, and the chopsticks are all set.

Hsinchu. At this time, it was not the location of the famous high-tech industrial park. It is just a newly formed town on the west coast of northern Taiwan on the lower reaches of Fengshan Creek, and it has an important strategic position because it is a necessary place to enter Taichung from Taipei. It is surrounded by mountains on three sides and faces the sea on one side, which is more conducive to defense. At the same time, because of the proximity to the sea, it is convenient to transfer food and materials, so the area outside the town is hastily expanded with bamboo and wooden fences to stack those food materials.

Looking out through the gaps in the pile of grain. In the mountains and wilderness, in the bamboo forest, there are constantly shadows and shadows of the Dongfan tribe peeping.

Finally, after gathering more than 20,000 strong men from dozens of village communities, that is, men who met the grass standards of their mountain peoples, the potbelly king led dozens of village community presidents to rush out of the mountains and forests, and went straight to the grain, oil, salt and cloth that were extremely important to the mountain people.

Under the siege of more than 20,000 Dongfan Jingzhuang who had been piled up in Hsinchu Town, such as grain, oil, salt, cloth, and those swords, guns, armor, and red eyes, a sentry officer guarding Hsinchu Town set fire everywhere in the town with the remnants of dozens of subordinates, including nearly half of the auxiliary volunteers who returned to Dongfan. Prepare to break out of the siege with the chaos caused by the fire, rush to the beach and escape by boat.

"These hundreds of us have been guarding Hsinchu Town for three days, and there are no less than hundreds of people who died in the trenches, and at least several times more than those who walked away with injuries. We are worthy of the lord! Burn! ”

The sentry roared, and dozens of fires erupted in the town, and the flames rose with black smoke, which made the pot-bellied king and the president outside the town feel distressed, it was all food in our mouths!

"Kill it!"

"Out of the grass!"

"Rush up and grab something!"

The presidents of the various villages and communities, who have been prevaricating for the past three days, howled excitedly like wolves, waving the weapons in their hands and scolding and urging the sons and daughters of the tribe to rush in quickly, not to be preempted by other villages and communities, and the good things of those Han people will be gone!

The sturdy athletes of dozens of tribes flocked out from the mountains, woods, rivers, bamboo forests and other places where they were hiding, and went straight to Hsinchu Town, which was not far away.

Regardless of the fact that there were compatriots who had been hit by arrows and shots and fell to the ground in front of the trench, they trampled on the corpses that had almost leveled the trench, and everyone screamed and worked together to knock down the fence wall made of bamboo. A large group of people rushed into Hsinchu Town.

The bamboo fence was torn down as the dividing line.

The centaurs were somewhat restrained before rushing into Hsinchu Town, and the presidents of the various village communities would also be afraid of some pot-bellied kings and bow down in front of his rattan staff. After all, he has the most people. However, with the bamboo fence being torn down, the presidents really saw the mountains of materials in Hsinchu Town: hoards of grain, piles of beautiful flower cloth that filled the house, bags of salt, and tightly bundled knives and guns wrapped with straw.

"This is our bull scolding head club!"

"This is our Puzi Fence Society!"

"This is our Swallowing Society!"

"This is our Ali History Society!"

You have captured the granary. I'll go and grab the cloth, and if you hold down the salt, I'll grab the knife and gun. In the entire Hsinchu Town, there are firefighters, and there are people who take advantage of the chaos to rob and rob.

When the Potbelly King rushed into Hsinchu Town with his men and horses to distribute the fruits of victory to everyone, he found that there was almost no loot to distribute. The bulk of the materials piled up by the Han people in this town have become the pockets of various village communities.

On the street, in the courtyard of the house, the hungry people took out the big iron pot they had snatched, washed it hastily a few times, and poured the rice from the granary into the pot to cook, and some people even smashed the meat porcelain jar, cut the meat inside with a newly obtained machete, and put it on the fire to burn a few times. He chewed proudly, and then, he screamed as he was hot, grinning with a bloody mouth, revealing his black teeth and smiling proudly.

The barracks of the original Nanyue Army became the Jinluan Palace of the Potbelly King at this time. A fierce quarrel began.

The big bosses quarreled with each other, but the warriors of the various villages didn't care about that, they just ate and drank. Treat yourself to fragrant rice, a mouthful of oily fatty meat, and a whole jar of soju.

Time. There was a lot of noise in Hsinchu Town, and the black smoke rising from the remnants of the fires everywhere was carried far away with the wind.

On an inconspicuous hill outside Hsinchu Town, a few bamboo forests are in the background. Wu Liuqi rarely held a book and stumbled to read.

His own soldiers unsaddled his mount, spread it on the ground, and invited him to sit on a mattress. It's more comfortable that way. The iconic weapon, his iron rod, was stuck deep in the damp earth, and became a hitch to tie the reins of the warhorse. The warhorse with a chew used its soft lips to collect the tender grass on the ground. Complement the body lì.

A little groom grabbed a handful of fried soybeans from the horse material and held it in his hand, making Wu Liuqi's war horse chew sweetly.

Behind the flag bearers, the flags of the various battalions were densely packed in the forest, if it weren't for the flags in their hands carefully rolled up, I was afraid that this mountain forest would have been rendered into another color by the flags.

Zou Rui, the standard commander who supervised the team from the camp of the auxiliary volunteer team and kept them from making noise, was also an old brother who rose up with Wu Liuqi in eastern Guangdong, and in a few years, he also changed from a ranger in eastern Guangdong to the standard commander of the Southern Guangdong army.

Zou Rui was accompanied by a battalion officer of the Volunteer Brigade, Saidek and his two sons. Now the father and son are all battalion officers and sentinels of the volunteers.

"Brigade commander, the volunteers are waiting for orders. As long as the Chinese army gives an order, the sons and daughters will start to grass! Turn the heads of these thieves into military exploits! Zou Rui grinned habitually, and a not-so-conspicuous scar on his face was a little weird.

"Panic what! We spent nearly 10,000 stone of grain, nearly 100,000 silver dollars worth of goods, and hundreds of lives to lure more than 20,000 thieves out of the cave in the mountains and forests, how could we not all stay!? ”

Wu Liuqi smiled evilly, put the Romance of the Three Kingdoms in his hand on the mattress, and waved his hand to signal the three Saidek father and son, who knelt down and kowtowed, to get up.

"What are the adults reading?" Although Saidek's two sons, Dalao and Bashao, have never read as much as Li Huayu's wife, Lu Mahong, the young lady of the Nanyue Army, they still know some superficial Chinese characters, at least, they know all the words related to money. The two of them sorted out their armor, put down their waist knives and firearms, and looked at the book that Wu Liuqi put aside very curiously.

"A book written by someone a hundred years ago. There are some stories in it, which depict the battlefield of people's hearts quite finely! ”

Wu Liuqi smiled.

The wind blows in the mountains and forests, blowing the pages up and down, rustling.

If Saidek's father and son knew more Chinese characters, they would find that Wu Liuqi read this paragraph, which happened to be a wonderful recollection in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. "Ma Meng rose up and hated, and Cao Ah cut his beard and abandoned his robe". However, Wu Liuqi used charcoal to circle a few lines of the line, making those lines look quite abrupt on the white page.

"Carefully reported: 'Ma Chao has added 20,000 new soldiers to help in the war, it is the Qiang tribe.' and know the joy. The generals said: 'Ma Chao has added troops, and he is happy. Why? Cao said: "When I am victorious, I will say to you." Three days later, he added military horses to the customs clearance. And he was impatient and overjoyed, so he set up a feast in the tent to congratulate him. The generals all laughed secretly. “

The generals also asked: 'Every time the prime minister hears that the thief has added troops to the crowd, he will be happy, why not?' Cao said: "Guanzhong is far away, if the thieves rely on the dangers, they will not be able to calm down for one or two years; Now they all come to gather together, although there are many people, people's hearts are different, it is easy to separate, and it can be destroyed in one fell swoop: I am happy. The generals bowed and said: "The prime minister is conspiring, and the crowd is not enough!" ’

This is why Wu Liuqi set up a supply point here in Hsinchu! This is a tactical trap that he and Zheng Sen have conspired with Zheng Sen and the others to repeatedly deduce and mature, and the plan is mature, luring the enemy to go deeper!

"Big guy! The barbarians are moving! ”

Wang Jin, the battalion officer of the Guards Battalion, excitedly pointed to Hsinchu Town in the distance.

There, one by one, the Dongfan thieves belonging to different villages and communities carried the things they had stolen in groups, and happily embarked on the way home.

"Want to go? That's that cheap! ”

Wu Liuqi jumped up, "Order, line up!" Out of the line! (To be continued......)