The shadow of the famous tree, Mao Jue, who had just defeated the Qing army, said that he was the second boss in the Ming military circle, and no one dared to call himself the boss, and his military flag was inserted to the border of Dengzhou, and the originally menacing border suddenly stabilized.

The reason why people are panicked is because of the spring ploughing bandits, more frightening than being killed by bandits, or the autumn harvest is lost, there is nothing more desperate in this era than hunger.

It's just that Yu Dacheng's dissatisfaction with the two treasures sent by Mao Jue is also intensifying, these two people are simply not in shape!

Wen Meng's goods are better, but he is stationed on the front line, squatting in Zhaojia Village near Xiaozhongshan, but he is very "active" in preparing for the war, his mother's group of Dongjiang soldiers are about to catch up with the bandits, and the chickens, ducks, geese and dogs in the nearby villages are all poured with blood mold, and they are all expropriated by them as military quartermasters.

I eat bran every day and watch people eat meat, and I have to listen to bragging, and the liaison troops sent by the angry Denglai Army scold my mother behind my back every day, which is the big soldier, waiting for a group of young masters to come.

And the horse thieves are cavalry, although the first regiment sent by Mao Jue is the first regiment of Tieshan, a regiment with the highest veteran composition, and most of them are infantry, there are only two cavalry posts There are less than a hundred cavalry, and the other Denglai regiments are digging a trench to get some deer village or something, right?

People are good, they go out for a run when they are full, climb the mountain, digest and digest food, and the day is mixed.

Anyway, Wen Meng is also in front of him, this Song Xiance is completely out of shape, a good official is not appropriate, put on a Taoist robe, holding a swaggering Taoist flag in his hand, the two Hamgyong Dao Jurchens around him, the outer banner soldiers are even more unlucky, the old men who are five big and three thick and one meter eight, the muscles of the body bulge outward, and he was stunned to put on a Taoist boy's clothes, tie two heavenly buns, and smear two blush on his face, how vulgar and vulgar it looks, it is scary enough to see it in the daytime, if you meet it in the alley at night, You have to be a monster to scare people.

I went out early in the morning, and I didn't know which wild alley I got into, and I didn't know how much there were more cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods than I did at night.

What is Yu Dacheng's identity? The second-grade governor, the local magistrate, the governor of the late Ming Dynasty still has a lot of power, and he is about to be arrested by the military and government, and every day he is surrounded by some small ruffians, kidnappers and counterfeit medicine sellers gathered at the entrance of the yamen, where is his face on Denglai Road?

Speaking this kung fu, there was a small noise at the yamen, looking out from the small second floor behind the yamen, Song Xiance's funny head was wearing a huge sunglasses, and he didn't look like a good person anymore, and he had a big scar on his face, and the lame man who didn't look like a good person didn't know what to mutter.

"My lord, what are these Dongjiang people!"

The master sometimes has to be like a eunuch, pay attention to checking his face and color, obviously seeing that his master is unwilling, on the side, the donkey face of this Shaoxing master Fang Bingwen suddenly pulled like a resentful woman, adding oil and vinegar to the side of the wind.

"It's really not a serious class, as soon as this lord arrives, good fellow, do you know what the people say about our governor's yamen? Wotou houndrel! What radishes, cabbage, chaff and ears are stuffed in, and there are naughty boys who give you a nickname, what do you call it? Shandong green forest big scoop handle? ”

"There is also Wen Meng of Xiaozhongshan, the bandits didn't strangle a few, the ground is about to be cut by him, the common people can't even eat an egg during confinement, and our chickens, ducks, geese and dogs are about to be eaten!"

"It's so damaging to your reputation! Futai, let's send these two plague gods away quickly! ”

To tell the truth, Yu Dacheng was really a little moved by what he said, there was no trouble for almost a month, and people naturally relaxed, but after all, he became the governor, and he could also pull his face to Mao Jue to intercede, and the eldest girl could pay out, Yu Dacheng still had a little brain, and hesitated for a while, and then Governor Yu waved his hand.

"The role of the Dongjiang soldiers is still there, after all, they are coming, and the horse thieves will not dare to come, even if they are driven away, they will wait for the end of spring ploughing!"

But he still couldn't swallow this breath, his beard twitched, and Yu Dacheng slapped him in annoyance.

"But this Mao Dongjiang's subordinates are indeed too disagreeable, Bingwen, go grinding, this mansion wants to write a letter to Mao Dongjiang, let him take care of his subordinates!"

The ability of civil officials, it's okay to tell parents about it! The inside was obviously crooked, but Fang Bingwen still looked deferential on his face, and respectfully asked for it on the side.

"Futai, you Shengming! The little ones are going!"

I didn't know that I wanted to be accused of blackness, and when I went back, I had to be blackmailed by Mao Jue to blackmail some Shandong specialties, at this time, Song Xiance was still engrossed in communicating with the person with a scar on his face who was not like a good person, listening and listening, the eyebrows under his big sunglasses couldn't help but pick.

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Yantai Qixia's red Fuji, Laiyang's big yellow pear, the fruit production here is famous in later generations, the reason is because the eastern part of Shandong is all Shandong hills, which is conducive to the growth of these fruit trees, but except for a few peaks such as Mount Tai, there are not many tall and steep hills.

Although it is the governor of Denglai Road, Yu Dacheng is mainly in charge of Dengzhou, Laizhou Mansion is managed by the prefect, from Weifang to Pingdu generation, it is basically a Xiangmazi Paradise, and it is free to go out and enter at will.

In the dark night, the sound of horses' hooves trampled on the mountain road full of broken stones, and from time to time stones were jumped out and hit the cliffs on the side to make a crackling sound.

Xiaozhongshan, Wenmeng camp, this point is still brightly lit, and you can vaguely see the cigarette head lit by the Dongjiang sergeant sneaking to the edge of the village, and the corner of the eye under the black face towel of the horse thief leader suddenly showed a mocking smile, and when he stretched out his hand, he actually opened the face towel and put a cigarette in his mouth.

Made by Dongjiang.

On the quiet field, the budding rice poles that have just sprouted are warm in the spring breeze, shaking the tender green branches and leaves, the night in Dengzhou is still so quiet, even more quiet than before, after all, after doing a day's farm work in the field, those farmers are also tired, and even the men who guard the Zhuangzi can not see it, it is just a typical Shandong Dazhuang household that the circle of ditches and fences is closed.

A few eyes down, this echo horse thieves are not even bothered to send someone to touch the past first, the leader whistled, more than a dozen horses directly pumped the horse's buttocks, whistled and rushed up, still dangling the rope sleeve in his hand, shook a few times, accurately set on the suspension bridge, the horse turned his head and galloped back, the rope that locked the suspension bridge immediately made a creaking moan, fifteen horsepower is not a fuss, the nail nailed to the wood jumped out directly, four or five seconds, the suspension bridge rumbled and smashed to the ground, This sound also broke the quiet night sky.

"Ringing Horse !!"

The screams of fear came and went, Zhuangzi suddenly lit up, and the shaking heads of the men and women who ran out in a panic also stimulated the nerves of the horses, and in the cruel smile, these robbers shook the swords and swords in their hands, and screamed and screamed along the collapsed suspension bridge to kill madly in Zhuangzi.

One by one, torches were thrown on the beams of the house, the fire burned fiercely, illuminating half of the sky, and the plot was repeated many times, dragging knives to slash and kill the panicked villagers, and the pervert who took off his pants smiled and touched the house, and the hellish night seemed to have befallen the head of Tuntianzhuang in Dengzhou again.

In such chaos, even the rows of bullets don't seem to be so conspicuous.

Let's click~

A little viscous liquid burst out of the wet and hot behind him, and the horse thief who was full of killing wiped it behind him, and continued to squeeze forward without looking, and only after a few seconds did he react, and under the firelight, he actually grabbed a hand of scarlet.

This is very comfortable for the first regiment of the Dongjiang River, looking at the horse thieves who are still stupidly crowded into the Zhuangzi, Wen Meng is happy to wave his hands.

"Shoot fast! Kombat ! It's not a head, it's all fucking silver! One thirty taels, go back to Dongjiang and pay in cash! Where the fuck are you going? The head is beaten into a rotten watermelon, how can you ask for silver? ”

With the steam engine, the flintlock pistol production capacity of Dongjiang is even more terrifying, the Daming Jiangnan Ordnance Bureau relies on the old craftsman to take the drill bit and slowly rotate the barrel, Mao Jue used the waterwheel to push the machine tool to rotate the barrel at the beginning, and now it is the drilling barrel of the steam engine buzzing, and the rifling that is usually difficult to get is also popularized, after the battle of Garao Mountain, Mao Jue immediately began to change clothes on a large scale, but now Wen Meng's regiment is all breech rifles.

Moreover, Dongjiang still uses a Mini bullet with a pointed head and empty buttocks, although the caliber is one size smaller than the rifling, it can be plugged into the whole strip, which is faster than that, and once fired, the empty butt made of lead expands rapidly, just filling the chamber, and the rotating bullet can hit the terrifying accuracy of the breech gun era, and the range has reached 150 meters.

In Wen Meng's shouting, he quietly touched the first lewd shot behind the horse thief, stuffed gunpowder, shot, gunpowder, until the third round, those horse thieves who were blinded by looting woke up, at this time, the horse thief who was still crowded at the door of the Zhuangzi was like a crop after a storm, and even people and horses overturned a large area.

Looking at the astonishing corpses on the ground, the leader of the ringing horses was obviously in a state of mind, and raised his saber violently, he shouted bitterly.

"Brothers, turn around and these Dongjiang dogs!"

Finally, something interesting, the robbery cry in Zhuangzi was obviously quieter, in the skyrocketing fire, one by one the ringing horse thieves who had just put on their pants dragged the war horses, and rushed out with their bows crookedly, and Wen Meng, who was watching, also grinned with a mouth full of stubble.

"Don't shoot, my mother's head is blown, for any silver, bayonet, bayonet! The grandfathers haven't moved for a few days, and they just happened to be moving with them!"

It really deserves to be the first regiment, looking at the surging Xiangmazi cavalry, the veterans were not afraid and nervous, but they all laughed cruelly, and stuck their bayonets in their hands, as if they were not robbers, but silver sent to the door.

(End of chapter)