"This official thinks that what Leader Zhou, Tiger Leader, and One-Eyed Dragon Leader said is very reasonable!"

Looking at the few big thieves below who were suppressed by Yuan Shizhong, but were still indignant, Song Xiance was really speechless, and after he said this, even Wen Meng couldn't sit still.

"Old Song, you've drunk too much wine, right?"

"Lao Wen!"

Glancing at Wen Meng, the two of them still had a tacit understanding, looking at the cunning eyes of the big head, knowing that there should be some plan in his mind, Wen Meng sat back stupidly, and looked at Yuan Shizhong, who was also shocked, and the big liar who ran the rivers and lakes to sell medicine continued to shake his three-inch tongue.

"Leader Yuan, since we went to Lord Mao, it's not too good for us to go empty-handed! Why do you have to bring some gifts to show our loyalty, don't you think? ”

"It just so happens that the official dog is retreating north, Weihui, Anyang, Zhangde, these cities are empty, and it is not impossible to even fight a Hebei Daimyo's mansion, let's just make a profit, there is something dedicated to Mao Shuai, and it can be regarded as a colorful head, do you say yes or not?"

It was really shocking, but looking at Song Xiance's smiling face, he couldn't help but read a vicious killing intent in his eyes, Yuan Shizhong couldn't help but tremble violently, and without speaking, he sat back on the golden chair in silence.

"Guys, what are you waiting for? Prepare your team! ”

For the first time, these big thieves looked at Song Xiance's big head a lot more pleasing to the eye, and in his voice full of orders, more than a dozen big thieves and bandits agreed together.

Up and down the small Yuan camp, two diametrically opposed orders were issued, Yuan Shizhong ordered, the big guy guarded the camp, waiting to go to Shandong to accept Zhao'an, Zhou Erjing, Xiashan Tiger, Tiansha Star A few big thief leaders gave an order, gather the small ones, and go to fight the Daimyo's mansion!

The small Yuan camp of 200,000 people was suddenly divided, and almost 11,000 people followed out of the mountain with their own affairs, while the rest stood still.

Don't look at the fact that there are only 11,000 people, one-twentieth, but these dispatches are all backbones, lightly armed, the core team of 23,000 people in Yuan Shizhong before, the thieves can fight, the remaining hundreds of thousands, the old and weak are the majority, women account for more than half, among the thieves are cannon fodder, cumbersome, and even the rations of some thieves, all of a sudden, it is equivalent to cutting Xiao Yuan Ying from a first-class force to a second-rate force.

The exit of Taihang Mountain, carrying a spear and a big knife, Zhou Erjing turned around and looked at the mountain triumphantly, and then kicked the horse's belly again, now he is complacent, Yuan Shizhong has lost a lot of prestige in Zhao'an, and now he is even more stupid not to follow to attack the Daimyo's Mansion, if he is defeated this time, then the prestige is not something he can suppress, the era of Xiao Yuan's camp has passed, and his era of Zhenhe Camp should come.

It's still that mountain pass, after all, he has been with his brother for a few years, watching the long line leave, Yuan Shizhong's pupils revealed extremely complicated eyes, and after looking at it for a long time, he turned around suddenly, and immediately drank the order gloomily.

"Pass on Lao Tzu's order, six villages and twenty-nine villages, immediately cut the crops in the field, pack, pack up things, and prepare to pull out the village!"

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It has been almost a few years since I set up camp here, from the beginning of a village to now spread over several hills, six villages, and dozens of villages, all of which were destroyed at once, and there was also a low voice in the Xiaoyuan camp, the old and weak peasants were silently cutting the ungrown sorghum in the field, and the young and strong people were opening the granary, packing the last bit of grain into a cart, preparing to migrate eastward.

This is the first time to complete such a big task, and Wen Meng is also excited to pull Yuan Xiang'er up and down, and his rough voice can almost be heard in half the mountain.

"What are you doing with these rags and rotten quilts? Thrown! It's a new one in Dongjiang!"

"Oops, it's pure garbage, it's all thrown away, Dongjiang gives a new one!"

"What else is this broken wood plow for? Purely weight, we Dongjiang are all using iron plows, throw them away!"

This goods is simply an upstart, in his shouting, a large number of small Yuan Ying victims regarded as treasures were thrown to the ground, and the luggage was obviously lightened by more than half, but it was also magical, in the group of refugees hated Wen Meng, the loser, the root of the teeth, and the morale recovered a lot.

Is Dongjiang really that rich? What's new?

For the Dongjiang River that had to go, the group became looking forward to it again.

"Lord Song, Dongjiang, what kind of place is it?"

The righteous hall behind him was also dismantled, the chairs were gone, and the tiger skin was also received in the box, watching his servants busy, Yuan Shizhong, who had been the king of the mountain for several years, suddenly turned his head with emotion and asked Song Xiance.

What is Dongjiang?

This question really stopped Song Xiance.

At the beginning, he defected to the Dongjiang River, but he was completely dead in the imperial examination career in the Ming Dynasty, and happened to hear that there was a warlord nouveau riche surnamed Mao in the north, who went to fight with Jiannu without doing his job, and was busy collecting money every day, and wanted to go there to fool around and find a permanent iron lunch box.

But when he arrived at that land, Song Xiance found that everything he knew had changed, the army was not like the army of the Ming Dynasty, the officials were not like the officials of the Ming Dynasty, and the common people were not even like the ordinary people of the Ming Dynasty.

Especially Mao Jue, a warlord who is not doing his job, to be honest, Mao Jue is not a good leader, he is not ruthless, he does not have the scary and cruel characteristics of mainland generals, and he is occasionally willing to be lazy and emotional, but it is he who makes Song Xiance, who originally wanted to live a mess, unconsciously put all his enthusiasm into it, and struggles wholeheartedly for his ideals.

"Dongjiang! It's a very cold place, you have to wear thick cotton clothes in winter, the air is not good, in the past two years, Mao Shuai has to get that steam engine, make Tieshan, Yizhou black smoke miasma, choking people are always willing to cough, it's better to live in the countryside, the mine workshop is simply bad smell to death, and the day's work is still a lot! This will be a master, and he will command people!"

"But it's a place of hope!"

The pupils were suddenly full of fascination, and he couldn't help but look at the north again.

I have been in contact with this Lord Song for a long time, and Yuan Shizhong has already learned too much about his cunning, this is the first time, and he can see the complete true feelings in his eyes, and the leader of the little Yuan camp who is watching it is also curious.

Dongjiang, what kind of place is it?

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In the Taihang Mountains, a group of thieves are fighting for their tomorrow, and the Jingshi, the Forbidden City, the imperial court, and the high-ranking officials and lords are also struggling for their rule.

"Warlord!"

In the impassioned voice, the white filial piety clothes were lying on the ground, which was completely different from those twists and turns and compromise politics in the West, at this time, the Ming court did not compromise at all, and the dense courtiers standing behind almost all followed Lu Xiangsheng's roar, and their pupils showed a look of approval.

It's a pity that Lu Xiangsheng was followed by a group of hypocrites, and it is hard to imagine that six years later in history, it was almost the same group of literati who shouted that they would never negotiate peace, and they bent their knees to invite the Tatar Jiannu who broke through the pass into the city of Beijing, worshiped them as masters, shaved their hair and were easy to obey, and they were willing to be slaves and couldn't ask for it.

This piercing roar also made Emperor Chongzhen, who was sitting on the dragon chair, frown uncontrollably.

Seeing this scene, Yang Sichang hurriedly stood up and bowed full of righteous words: "The court and the central government are not the main peace, the main peace is just those outside discussions!" I am a great Ming, how can I bend my knees to make peace with the Haidong barbarians? ”

"That's great!"

The voice was as loud as Hong Zhong, and a square face was also red with excitement, kneeling in the center, Lu Xiangsheng was excited and excited to kowtow to Chongzhen again.

"Your Majesty, the newly defeated division of Jiannu, morale is sluggish, the men and horses are damaged, at this time invading my pass, it is a sign of dying struggle, its lone army is deep, isolated and helpless, and my land of Gyeonggi, King Qin's soldiers and horses are gathered, and there are more Xuanda border soldiers, the elite of Liaozhen, twice the strength of Jiannu, or fighting on my soil, the sergeant's heart to protect the family and defend the country is high, just in one go, to destroy this thief chieftain, in order to ensure the stability of my Ming border pass for a hundred years!"

"The lord of the courtiers immediately rushed to the camp in Changping, made surprise troops, attacked the slave chieftains, and fought to the death with Jiannu!"

Lu Xiangsheng's roar made a group of court ministers raise their eyebrows, as if they had killed the Qing army to the point of bleeding and corpses all over the field, and they wanted to celebrate the victory, but Emperor Chongzhen's brows were shaking a little more, and on the other hand, the eunuch of the Liaodong Supervision Army, who was also the main and faction, raised his eyes and looked at Lu Xiangsheng, who was kneeling in the middle of the court, and also showed a little disgust.

But of course, you can't reprimand Lu Xiangsheng in the court, if you show the intention of the Lord and the peace, won't your image as a wise man be greatly reduced, and you will have to face the reproaches of the civil officials, and when Lu Xiangsheng finished speaking, Emperor Chongzhen still showed a smile and stood up.

"In this way, I will hand over the safety of the Jingshi and the heavy responsibility of resisting the Eastern Exile to Lu Aiqing!"

But even Emperor Chongzhen didn't do it all this time, and with a little impatience, Chongzhen was anxious and then ordered.

"As soon as the affairs should be done, Qingzi discussed with Yang Sichang, a scholar, and Chen Xinjia, the secretary of the military department, and retired from the dynasty!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Lu Xiangsheng slammed his head on the ground again, and he didn't notice that Yang Sichang's frightened and worried eyes and his eyes were high and disgusted.

The war is uncertain, and this self-defense counterattack of the Ming Empire has not yet started, and it has already been clouded.

(End of chapter)