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Emperor Longwu was in Quanzhou for more than ten days, and the "refugees" who followed him flocked to the city, stirring up the small Quanzhou. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The composition of these "refugees" is very complicated, there are scattered armies, civil and military officials and their families, as well as a large group of princes and nobles and ordinary gentry and ordinary people, all kinds of people, and many of them are dragged with their families, adding up to 20,000 or 30,000 people, these people have just picked up a life from life and death, no matter what they don't care about, they don't care about anything, they don't take the laws and regulations of the court in their eyes at all, and they dare to use knives to hurt people in order to eat a bite of food, and the Longwu court that is on the run is booming. There is simply no way to effectively restrain them.

Quanzhou, just a small mountainous county, has been burdened with a heavy burden of war in recent years, when the Western Army attacked Guilin, it was emptied of the family, and suddenly so many refugees poured in, even the basic money and food could not be guaranteed, in addition to the military orders of the imperial court, the city of Quanzhou is the best use of the simple law of the jungle...... Whoever has a big official and a big fist will be able to eat a full stomach.

The most arrogant of them is Emperor Longwu's Imperial Forest Army.

Among the many soldiers and horses loyal to Emperor Longwu, the combat effectiveness of the Imperial Forest Army must be ranked in the top three, with many troops, good equipment, and the trust of Emperor Longwu the most, and after conflicts with others, they are always favored, just like the sons of large families, so although the conditions in the whole state are difficult, the Imperial Forest Army has not been hungry, if there is not enough food one day, the Royal Forest Army is like a hungry wolf everywhere to grab food, although the other soldiers and horses are beaten and starved, but they do not dare to set fire with them.

The military discipline of the defeated army was the worst, and this was the case with the Imperial Forest Army, who were rampage inside and outside the city, and the only thing they didn't dare to provoke was the gentleman's camp that blocked Yinxi.

The gentleman's camp is quite gentlemanly under the training of Du Yinxi. Military discipline was extremely strict, and the battle was very powerful, and the Western Army fought desperately at any cost in the Battle of Guangxi. Several times at critical moments to rescue Emperor Longwu and the Imperial Forest Army, the emperor also had great trust and dependence on Gu Yinxi himself. That's why the transcendent status of the Junzi Camp has been created...... Of course, the Junziying is not the emperor's descendant, and he can only take care of the one-third of an acre of land where he is stationed, and the rest of Quanzhou City is still bombarded, although Du Yinxi is worried about this, he is powerless to change anything.

The other Qinwang soldiers had eaten the last meal, the morale of the army was extremely low, and the senior officers were also full of resentment. If they had been left in normal times, they would have dispersed with a "bang", but now they can't leave if they want to.

Liu Wenxiu used his troops to advance from several directions to the east and south of Guangxi, and the Longwu army resisted step by step, but it was never able to reverse the situation, except for the easternmost Pingle Mansion and Wuzhou Mansion, Guangxi was almost everywhere with murderous Western troops, and after the news of the conquest of Guilin reached Yunnan, Sun Kewang sent a large number of reinforcements from Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan. It is reported that he himself intends to personally lead his army to come, intending to take advantage of the victory to attack Guangdong and defeat the Longwu regime in one fell swoop...... The remnants of the defeated Longwu army will be relegated to Jeonju. With Huguang at its back, there is still a safe back road, and no one dares to leave easily.

For Huguang and Chu Jun, everyone's resentment is getting bigger and bigger, and it's getting heavier and heavier......

It is the time of the cold winter wax moon, the heaven and the earth are gray and cold, it has been a long time since dawn, but the sun has been hiding behind the clouds and cannot be seen, and the inside and outside of the city of Jeonju are like a huge slum. The garbage dump is chaotic, disorderly, dirty, and there are few pedestrians in broad daylight. Everything is lifeless.

Suddenly, there was a commotion from the cave in the city gate. Several squeaky carts were pushed out of the squeaky city gate, with a triangular red flag planted on the car in front of the head, surrounded by a hundred and ten soldiers, one by one they were still in good spirits, and the equipment on their bodies was quite neat, but there were many filths on the armor, and the bow and scabbard were also seriously worn, and it looked like they had fought hard for many days without sufficient supplies and rest, and everyone held the knives and guns tightly in their hands, and kept loudly intimidating to expel more and more rout soldiers and hungry people around, Carefully guarding the barrels on the cart.

Soldiers of the Gentleman's Battalion! They are all battle-hardened warriors, who have killed Tartars and Western thieves with their own hands!

They're here to put porridge!

When there is an extreme shortage of food in the city, whoever comes to put porridge will desperately get up and down, and only the gentleman's camp can take on this task.

The rout and the hungry people dispersed, and immediately surrounded them again, and then they were dispersed, and they surrounded again, like persistent flies, the gentleman's camp was ordered to put porridge, once a day, there were many defeated soldiers and hungry people outside the city who all relied on this bowl of porridge to hang their lives, as long as they could grab a good place next to the cart, what was it to be beaten twice?

Suddenly it became lively, more and more hungry people and routs came around, and in a blink of an eye there were already four or five hundred people, all staring at a row of wooden barrels moved down from the car, the leader of the Junzi Battalion was a general named Pu Zheng, who had long been accustomed to this kind of scene, and was not in a hurry to stop and put porridge, but directed the cart to move to a clearing under the city wall, and then a bang sounded on the city tower, announcing the start of porridge!

In the fields, in the woods, in the haystacks, behind low walls...... One by one, their heads immediately poked out, their eyes fixed on the direction of the porridge, their eyes were either cunning, dull, or dazed, but they were all full of anxious longing.

In less than a quarter of an hour, more than 2,000 people had gathered in the place where the porridge was kept, with three layers inside and three layers outside, fighting and fighting with each other, and the scene was chaotic.

If this chaos is allowed to develop, it will be a bloody riot, and the soldiers of the Junzi battalion are unceremonious, brandishing their swords and guns for a while, and when they encounter the non-stop greeting of raising their knives, they will directly cut down, and after putting down seven or eight in succession, they finally restore basic order. A few slashed soldiers did not die for a while, lying on the ground struggling and wailing for help, but no one paid attention, in the cold winter, there was no food and wound medicine, as long as one night could kill them, someone dared to make a rebellion to kill people and establish authority, although the soldiers of the gentleman's battalion were gentlemen, they were not compassionate bodhisattvas.

However, it is impossible for the chaotic rout and the hungry people to learn to line up in a proper manner all at once.

After the bloody bullet pressure, the basic order was temporarily restored on the scene, but the inside was still very chaotic, the soldiers of the Junzi Battalion were guarding in front of the porridge buckets, surrounded by black and hungry people, their eyes flashed green, and their throats were bubbling with evil fire, and they kept squeezing forward, eager to immediately snatch those porridge buckets and swallow them all in one go. (To be continued)