This year, Shandong is really extraordinarily lively, first the noise of the horse, and then the Shandong general army and the Denglai governor of the army to meet, their own people infighting, it is rare that this year's Shandong disaster is not serious, man-made disasters again, it really makes people doubt, is not the Ming Dynasty really exhausted?

In the past two years, the economy has rarely been better, Mao Jue and the later generation of the central seven Taiwan learned, directly signed a production contract with the local landlords, Mao Jue was responsible for the purchase of the cotton produced, and the landlord organized the tenants to produce, pulling up the local production model.

On the one hand, the drought and floods during the Xiaoice period alternately come, on the other hand, people are floating in things, and the local officials only care about their own political achievements, that is, collecting taxes, no one cares about water conservancy and disaster resistance, no one organizes digging canals and storing water, which leads to a vicious circle, farmers who have reduced production have abandoned waste, even if the landlords who own large tracts of land are also abandoning and reducing production, the tax collection base is corrupted, and the local officials add the taxes of the fugitives to the residents who have not fled. As a result, residents who did not flee had to continue to flee.

The north is already full of all, and there is no one in the first.

To tell the truth, curing this stubborn disease does not even require any high-level political means, just the restoration of the traditional production mode of the Ming Dynasty.

With the profit of selling cotton to the Dongjiang River, the landlords of Denglai Road regained their enthusiasm for production, and reconvened the displaced people who had no land to plant, and the grain fields on the edge of the economic fields were slowly restored, in order to obtain more economic benefits, the local officials gave a little guidance, and these landlords took the initiative to repair the water facilities themselves.

But this place is not a good thing, this attracts wolves, this Laixi county is like this, people are panicked, one by one landlords and rich businessmen panicked to load their luggage on the carriage, dragged their families to Dengzhou to escape the war, the tenants below have nothing to clean up, carrying the doll and pulling the two big feet are also in a panic to escape, since the Dengzhou government ordered to escape the war, two or three days, the county is almost empty.

The only ones who remained here were about 800 officers and soldiers.

These people are not the first regiment of Tieyi, they just pulled a guard unit and threw it here, in order to pretend to be like a point, Wen Meng also hemorrhaged profusely, and ordered to send down the spare new armor, and gave the old armor that had passed through and experienced a battle to these Denglai guard soldiers, far away, this look is really indistinguishable.

But the invisible pretending is the most deadly! Other troops, not to mention spare armor, many of them can't even prepare a set of armor, seeing Wen Meng smirking and waving his hand, and eight hundred sets of cotton armor were brought out, and the other generals of Denglai Road who were red-eyed had the heart to rob him, they were all soldiers, people braised meat and eggplant every day, they ate like landlords, and they had all the equipment, and they were like fucking bastards like Hanako, which was too unfair!

The generals guarding here are also unexpected, literati, the most trusted master of Shaoxing around Yu Dacheng, Fang Bingwen!

To tell the truth, Liu Zeqing's momentum is quite big, but it is just a bluff, Dengzhou City is there, does he dare to attack the city? , Mao Jue didn't dare to hit Ning Yuancheng directly, if he dared, it would be called his head being caught by the door, and it would really be called a rebellion.

The core of the entire Denglai Dao war is still the first regiment of Tieyi with less than 1,000 in Wenmeng, just like the special forces in later generations are enough to decide a war, only Wen Meng can control the horse thieves he sent, as long as Wen Meng is wiped out, a small-scale confrontation, Dengzhou no longer controls him, Yu Dacheng naturally has to compromise with him.

As for whether Mao Jue can send the second regiment and the third regiment, Liu Zeqing doesn't believe it, what kind of virtue will these generals have in the Ming Dynasty, seven points of silver to support relatives, and three points of silver to support soldiers! He Liu Zeqing didn't know that he could destroy the Xiangmazi led by his own soldiers, and it had to be Dongjiang's personal soldiers, it was rare that Mao Jue's personal soldiers were not under the protection of the large corps, and they destroyed Wen Meng, which was equivalent to a heavy blow to Mao Dongjiang.

Therefore, Liu Zeqing was murderous and claimed that 20,000 troops were coming, and a large-scale war could not be fought, and his attack mode was to organize an elite commando team, go straight to Wenmeng, and fight him until one side fell.

What he could think of, Song Xiance naturally wanted to think of it, Dengzhou's defense model was to leave 800 fake Dongjiang troops here to swagger and deceive, Wen Meng took the real first regiment to ambush on the West Randem Tomb, and waited for Liu's second "Ringing Horse Thief" army to attack the city, and then burst his chrysanthemums, if he destroyed this Liu Zeqing elite army, he would not be able to mix in Shandong.

However, no matter how subtle the conspiracy is, it is also called a conspiracy, and once it is exposed, it is useless.

Although it is a small city, Laixi County is also an ancient city built in the Song Dynasty, the surface of the blue bricks peels off a thousand holes, revealing a sense of vicissitudes, the evening breeze blows the bell on the corner tower, there is a kind of poetry in particular, if you are a poet, it is estimated that there is a famous poem that has been passed down through the ages.

It's a pity that there are only people with bad minds on this wall today.

The mass grave in the west, suddenly a fire burned, the fire to the sky is not inferior to the sound of horse thieves burning half of the sky red, faintly can still hear the fierce shouting of killing.

Hearing this, Fang Bingwen's mustache couldn't help but, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he brought the wine cup on the table to his mouth, squeaked, and did it with one or two liquors.

Beside him, there was also a military general with crooked shoulders and a mustache, who was not a good person at first glance, and he was also squeaking and gasping there, looking at the battlefield and shaking his head in distress.

"These more than 800 sets of new cotton armor! And those knives and flintlock pistols, if they were to be dumped in Henan and sold to those homeless people, how much would it be worth! It's all cheap, surnamed Liu! ”

A master, a Wei commander, it stands to reason that they can't beat the eight poles, but the two of them have known each other for many years, and poured themselves another glass of wine, Fang Bingwen is evil smile and picked it up.

"You kid, after this job is done, the surname Liu has to give us at least 108,000 taels, and when the time comes, give Liu's father-in-law a good tribute, and we will be transferred to Nanjing Nanzhen Fusi to live a comfortable life, who is still drinking the northwest wind by the canal in this poor place."

took a sip, dried the cup of white wine again, and dangled the white jade cup in his hand in front of him, the little beard opened, Fang Bingwen snorted disdainfully.

"Qin Huaihe, nephrite is in my arms, that day, drunk and dreaming of death, what is still missing?"

The entire northwest of Jin has become a mess, and even the north of the Yangtze River in the Ming Empire is not a place for people to stay, and the only comfortable place seems to be Jiangnan.

At this time, the fire in the West Tomb Ridge suddenly became smaller again, and the shouting and killing sound gradually disappeared, and he didn't care about drinking, Fang Bingwen threw down the jade cup, lay on the wall and looked westward, muttering loudly.

"It's only been half an hour, and this Dongjiang pro-soldier is over so soon? What time is it! Our agreement with the surname Liu seems to be Zishi, right? ”

"him! Come on, open the city gate, hurry over, maybe you can get some money, those old soldiers of the Dongjiang River have a lot of good things in their pockets, but they can't all be cheap, surnamed Liu!"

The eight-character Hu Qianzong Jinyi guard was really scared, shouting, he was busy, he had already turned around and rushed down the city wall, the city gate creaked open, and in the sound of the impact of the nail leaves, those soldiers who had been waiting for a long time ran out of the door.

I still felt that something was wrong, but the mustache rushed out, and he could only carry the hem of his robe and trot downstairs, shouting as he ran.

"Wait! Wait a minute!"

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The ambush place should not be too far from the main battlefield, otherwise when you rush over, the daylilies will be cold, and they will go out of the city gate and turn westward, and in less than a few minutes, hundreds of Rushan guards have already run to the bottom of the West Chaos Grave Ridge, at this time, the fire that has just been ignited has not been extinguished, and there are random arrows and broken spears shot everywhere.

However! Not a single corpse, a piece of flesh, not a drop of blood to be seen! One by one, the graves are crisscrossed, the mountain wind is howling and missed, and the empty horror is abnormal, these people seem to have been devoured by the Yin soldiers.

"Isn't it! Hands and feet so clean? Give it to Lao Tzu! Flip!"

Wealth is charming, where can I care about weirdness at this time? The eight-character beard shook his arm upwards with a knife, and shouted in anger.

Obviously feeling that something was wrong, Fang Bingwen stretched out his hand as if to stop it, but unfortunately, he was not a general, those guards still listened to their own total, plus they were also in a hurry to find money, and the eight-character beard was scattered in all directions, and his hands and feet climbed up the mass grave ridge with messy follow, one by one he was impatient and pondered and searched, and the spear and knife in his hand were digging at the grave bun, and some of them were scolding and scolding to find the back of the mountain.

The brigade went immediately, and could only follow up the ridge. But after all, the master who is pretending to be a master, has been in the past for a long time, and has a lot of eyes, Fang Bingwen looked at those soldiers rummaging around, he was like sitting on pins and needles, his heart was anxious as if he was frying in an oil pot, and his head was looking left and right, and he couldn't stop for a moment.

Obviously, he knows that there are ghosts, but he doesn't know what the hell he is doing, which is simply torment for a smart person like him.

The ancient Greek philosopher Thales often watched the sky at night when he was young, and as a result, he didn't care about his feet, once because he was distracted, he fell into a big pit, and was ridiculed by passers-by.

However, just like the plot in Conan, inadvertently, his head fell into the air, looking at the moon in the sky, and in an instant, Fang Bingwen slapped his head suddenly.

"Lao Tzu understands!"

"Lao Li, what do you understand? Where the hell are these Dongjiang dogs? ”

suddenly became excited, pulling Fang Bingwen's sleeve, the mustache asked impatiently, however, with a miserable smile, Fang Bingwen asked rhetorically what he asked instead of answering.

"Lao Zhao, when did we agree with the surnamed Liu, he sent someone to kill those Dongjiang dogs?"

"Son of the hour! What's wrong? ”

Raising his head, Fang Bingwen stretched out his hand and pointed to the moon in the sky.

"Son, now!"

Under the mountain, I don't know when, the horse's hooves gradually intensified with the sound of footsteps, a pair of eyes were as vicious as wolves in the night, and the firelight was reflected on the arrows, emitting a cold light.

"On the orders of the chief master, kill!"

(End of chapter)