Sunshine is always after the storm, and sometimes this is indeed the truth.

After Wang Ning and You Wenyi separated, they continued to touch Qingxi, the more they walked in, the more difficult it was to move, and now they were completely on alert, and outsiders like him did have a bit of a sense of difficulty in moving an inch.

Yes, Wang Ning's speed of travel is not fast, and the news he heard along the way is actually pitiful, almost within the Maitreya Sect, and now he is a little uncertain about the forces under his command, so that even the Maitreya Sect itself has no clue, although Wang Ning tried his best, there is still no news of Su Xiaoyan.

What the hell.

The atmosphere is becoming more and more depressed, the autumn rain is coming one after another, and it seems that winter is about to begin, although the winter in the south is warm enough, Qingxi can also be called the land of fish and rice, but in just over a month, the number of people who have come from the collection has exceeded hundreds of thousands, which is still a lot of pressure for such a small place as Qingxi.

Maitreya itself seems to be brewing something, and there is an unspeakable depression in the air.

Wang Ning's search has not stopped, in September of the second year of Shenwu, the imperial court finally had a move, the newly arrived commander of the Wusheng army Yang Wenhuan from Du Cong handed over the military rights, has led the Wusheng army south, at the same time, the suppression of bandits in the Taihu Lake area is also coming to an end, which means that the imperial court is about to draw all possible forces to pacify the rear, and turn to deal with the turmoil in the north.

These Wang Ning didn't know, he had been around Qingxi for a while, and now he looked so thin that he couldn't look like he was tired, and it was more of a mental torture than physical exhaustion and discomfort. After so long, he was very worried about Su Xiaoyan, and the things that had accumulated in his heart became more and more uncontrollable.

This is a small city almost ten miles away from Qingxi, which was just beaten down by the army of the Maitreya Sect not long ago, and the officials of the original court except for one person who was beheaded by the county magistrate, all the others took refuge in the Maitreya Sect, Wang Ning didn't have the heart to despise the integrity of these scholars, and what he did in every place recently was to listen to the looting, but a little time has passed, and many things have been messed up, and there is still little gain.

This small city called Mingshui is now the station of the eighth battalion of the Maitreya Sect Army, Wang Ning is responsible for doing some paperwork in this batch of troops formed by more than half of the peasant names, taking the opportunity to sort out the news, but sparing no effort to search for the news he wants, if he ignores the anxiety in his heart, life seems to be like that.

The commander of the eighth battalion made Fang Lin over forty years old, according to Wang Ning's information, although this is not a descendant of the Yi Army, he is a very valued one, and he also has some Taoism in the use of soldiers, or this one still has a bit of humanity, and the attack on the county town along the way will basically not cause too bloody scenes.

You must know that most of today's rebels are actually refugees from the north, although the imperial court stipulates that these people should be arranged in various places, but the fact is that these people have been treated completely unequal as the people of the new dynasty. The southerners didn't like to see them in their eyes, so the government also dealt with them when arranging them. For more than a year, instead of being controlled, the hatred accumulated deeper and deeper, and by the way, it was taken advantage of by the Maitreya Sect.

Although Wang Ning is interested in the equality of all beings advocated by Maitreya, he has seen a lot of this kind of foolish method, so it is not true that he really wants to practice anything.

The Mingshui County Ya has now become Fang Lin's temporary residence, and he basically stays here on weekdays, either to discuss matters with his subordinates, or to meet some old people in Mingshui County, and his life is very tight.

Today, Wang Ning routinely held a meeting of the eighth battalion, as a dispensable "clerk", the seats were at the very end, next to the door, and most of the seats were occupied before he arrived, and they were talking to each other, not knowing what they were discussing, and it seemed a little noisy.

Wang Ning didn't have a few acquaintances, sitting at the door, most of his eyes fell on the courtyard outside the door, the former magistrate was a person who would enjoy it, although he was only a three-year term at most, but he was still well organized, although it was already the end of autumn at this time, he could still see some colors.

With a stick of incense or so, Fang Lin walked out of the back hall under the arch guard of several personal guards, sat down on the top seat, swept his eyes, and everyone quieted down.

"Well, everyone's here, let's talk about business." Fang Lin said flatly, waving his hand to the staff next to him.

The middle-aged staff had been preparing for a long time, and at this time, he was instructed, took a few steps forward, and said, "The generals are polite." This is very polite, although everyone is not used to looking at a white-faced scholar, they do not give any face.

Wang Ning's eyes mostly stayed on this middle-aged staff, and when he heard his voice at this time, he couldn't help but refresh himself, to say that the strangest thing about him in the entire eighth battalion was this middle-aged scholar who looked powerless.

Wang Ning remembered that this person's name was Yin Hongsu, who used to be a fallen talent, but after joining the rebel army, he became famous, and now he has become the secretary of the eighth battalion, and Fang Lin's trust in him is almost unconditional, so Wang Ning is very interested in this person.

Yin Hongsu may have noticed that someone was looking at him, but he also glanced at Wang Ning, nodded, and then spoke: "The generals also know that since last month, the imperial court's strategy for dealing with us has been changed, no longer besieged but not attacked, they have begun to send a small force into our control, this kind of guerrilla warfare method invented by Qin Ruiqing, commanded by the Jingbian Army, so far we have not had a good way to deal with it, so in the past month, although our losses are not large, But the morale of the military has actually been affected. ”

When Yin Hongsu said this, he paused, and said solemnly: "As one of the pioneers, our eighth battalion has now gone out of the territory of the rebel army, and so far, it has also achieved the greatest results, but everyone...... We should understand that along the way, we have not encountered any formed army, let alone resist, let's just say that this Mingshui County, we captured it in less than half an hour, but this means that we are already capable of fighting the regular army of the imperial court? ”

Yin Hongsu shook his head: "This is impossible, although the imperial army has repeatedly failed in the border areas, the combat effectiveness of the army is certainly a very important part, but there are also a lot of other factors, that is to say, when they deal with the righteous army, they will obviously not be so weak, not to mention that now we have received the news, this time the martial arts victory army."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a gasp in the room.

(End of chapter)