"It's on the gate, it's on the gate!"

In the afterglow of the setting sun, a goalkeeper always shouted, but he himself remained motionless, lazily leaning against the female wall.

Several guards in the city glanced at the commander, there was no way, they were the boss.

The guards reluctantly went down to the city to release the gates, preparing to close the gate and confine, no matter what the territory of the southern half of Dengzhou Mansion was, in Qixia County, this is the rule set by General Liu Bing.

"Wait, Master Jun! Wait, let's go into town first—"

Suddenly, a man who looked like a salt merchant with a group of people pushed a few wooden carts late, and Liu Bu, who was guarding the door, took a look at the general manager and felt that there was oil and water to fish, so he ordered to stop opening the gate and close the door.

took a few steps forward, looked the general up and down, and laughed narrowly:

"Where is this salt goods, how did you enter the city, what are you going to do in the city, and where are you going to transport it to tomorrow?"

The person who came was wearing a gray silk robe, but it was Fan Ruohai, the biggest salt lord in Dengzhou Mansion today.

Fan Ruohai dressed up as an ordinary salt merchant, with a flattering smile on his face, and stuffed a silver ingot with ten taels into the general hand's hand first, which is what he said:

"It's not like going to the city to go to relatives for a night, now there are no other salt goods in Dengzhou Mansion, naturally Ninghai salt, and only Ninghai salt can be sold at a good price in the west."

Now Ninghai salt is really famous, after continuous improvement and filling, although it is not as good as the quality of green salt, but the popularity has gradually surpassed the same high-grade refined salt Huai salt, Lu salt, many large households in Shandong are buying and using.

Wang Zheng naturally knew that after the news was released this time, he would really tear his face with Liu Zeqing, and when he came back from Nanzhili, he would definitely not give up, so he would naturally have to strike first.

If you want to quietly open the gates of various cities, it is most appropriate to use the identity of a salt merchant, so you found Fan Ruohai.

Fan Ruohai was originally just a local salt lord who was not big or small, but now, he is not only the biggest salt lord in Dengzhou Mansion, even on the entire salt road in Shandong, he Fan Ruohai also has a place, and his words must be taken seriously.

Although Fan Ruohai looks like a superior on weekdays, he understands in his heart how all this came about, if it were not for Wang Zhengming's secret help, he would not have the status and wealth he has today.

After receiving the notice, Fan Ruohai understood that Dengzhou Mansion was going to change the sky, and Wang Zheng was afraid that there would be a big move, so he immediately took people to Qixia City to show his loyalty.

I was not angry when I heard that it was Ninghai Salt, but now Ninghai Salt can't manage it, and some big businesses even only accept Ninghai Salt, they don't want to cut off their financial routes.

Patting the salt bag on the carriage, the handler turned back and said:

"Now it's time to close the gates, and if you want to enter the city, you have to pay a big price."

Fan Ruohai didn't hesitate after hearing this, and immediately threw out a small bag full of broken silver, at least twenty taels, which was always heavy in his hand, and suddenly blossomed.

Turning around and counting carefully, he said happily:

"You salt merchants, you are fat and oily, and now I really regret asking for these, but now Lao Tzu is in a good mood, so I will let you into the city!"

Hearing this, Fan Ruohai nodded gratefully and shouted for the convoy to enter the city.

Two guards stood in front of the door, waiting for the gate to pass and close immediately, but the team was somehow slow, and finally a cart of salt "clang" fell sideways in the middle, blocking the door to death.

The men on the team were in a hurry to carry it, but there were a lot of salt bags in this truckload, and it was not possible to move them in a short time and a half.

Mr. Qian's eyes widened when he saw this, and he thought in his heart, could it be that he was too fierce to scare these salt merchants?

This can't be done, it's going to be dark, although Liu Zhentai is still in Nanzhili and has not come back, but this area is not as calm as the south, the bandits and horse bandits in Baidong Mountain are very rampant, and they often haunt at night.

Thinking of this, this one always held the knife, but did not draw its sheath, but just waved it viciously and shouted:

"Hurry up, it's dark, I don't care!"

Fan Ruohai looked sincerely frightened, nodded his head, turned around and shouted at those jobs:

"I heard it, the military master told you to move quickly, don't delay until dark, it's not peaceful here!"

"Don't fuck me around, if you can't finish moving in half an hour, Lao Tzu will kick you out of the city with people and goods, don't even think about coming in!"

It stands to reason that the soldiers should be stationed outside the city, which is also the rule set in the early Ming Dynasty, the imperial court believes that the soldiers stationed in the city will affect the daily life of the people too much, and some soldiers are rampant and difficult to control.

However, Mr. Qian, who was stationed here by Liu Bu, was not worried about this at all, and did not hesitate to enter the city to live.

For them, bandits and horse thieves are rampant outside the city, there are walls inside the city to block them, and it is very safe, and besides, the houses are all preferable camps, and it is convenient to "ask" the common people for some military supplies.

As for his subordinates running rampant in the city and the people suffering, what does this matter to him, even the county officials in the city dare not say a few more words.

If someone else dares to be disobedient, he will cut off his power as a practice hand, and he will be rewarded as a bandit, and he can make a windfall.

The soldiers stationed in the city are the overlords of the soil, and the county government has to be careful to provide for them, not to mention the ordinary poor people, so Mr. Liu Buqian lived a very comfortable life, and he just stayed like this.

Qixia's city gate is in disrepair, and even the gate is very troublesome on weekdays, and the salt goods are moved very slowly, and the gatekeeper always has to wait impatiently, and he draws his knife and steps forward to scare him.

Before he could make a sound, he heard a sound coming through the dark door, and looked at it in wonder.

There were less than ten soldiers at the city gate, and the men who carried them showed their original faces in the night, and they no longer looked humble during the day.

It turned out that these dozens of guys were all Yanding of the Descendant Brigade, and they all had good work in their hands, and they were better than ordinary Yanding of the Inspection Division.

Taking advantage of the gap, they took out a waist knife from the salt bag and the wooden cart, and rushed in with it, slashing and killing indiscriminately, and the city gate changed hands.

The gates of Qixia were wide open, and a descendant of the salt ding took a torch and shook it towards the dark place, and after a while, a point of light appeared in the darkness, and a dense salt ding appeared outside the city, and it seemed that there were at least a thousand people.

He climbed the city tower, hung up the lantern, and rushed towards the place where President Liu Buqian landed under the guidance of Fan Ruohai and others.

The others were led by the descendant brigade, and the black pressure rushed to the barracks to kill.

The place where Mr. Liu Buqian settled was the Qixia County Ya, although the footsteps of the Yanding were muffled, but the county Yali was brightly lit, the shouting was continuous, and the singing of the drama was mixed in, and it was actually a night banquet.

There was not even a sentry at the door of the county office, and the gate was also open, and the rumbling footsteps must have finally made the people inside notice, and the shouting and cheering of the banquet gradually died out.

After the torture knife entered, he turned around and shouted:

"The leader has an order, officers and soldiers, kill!"