Lushun City is the only remaining important stronghold of Dongjiang Town in the Liaodong Peninsula, and it is also the transit station of Dongjiang Town connecting the Shandong Peninsula and Guanglu Island and Phi Dao Islands, in fact, as early as the Nurhachi period, Houjin had broken through Lushun City, but at that time Houjin was insufficient, and Liaonan was sparsely populated, just burned and looted and then went away, and later Mao Wenlong took over Lushun City, and regarded it as a bridgehead to recover Jinzhou and Fuzhou, so a large number of troops were stationed here. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At present, there are two battalions of troops stationed in Lushun City, one is Mao Chenglu, a staff general in Beicheng, and the other is Cui Zuyao, a guerrilla general in Nancheng, but because Lushun has always been a thorn in the flesh in the eyes of Houjin, and is located on the front line of the anti-Jin in southern Liaoning, Mao Chenglu, who is greedy for life and death, stays on the island most of the time, leaving only some soldiers under his command to unify the colonel, and Cui Zuyao, a guerrilla in Nancheng, does not dare to leave his post without permission, and Mao Chenglu is not in Lushun, and his family is also what he is happy to see, after all, it is a city, and living materials will always be stronger than staying on the island.

In a wing room in the huge backyard of the guerrilla general's mansion in Nancheng, two maids stood outside the door with their heads bowed and their faces red, and there were bursts of men's panting and women's moans coming from the room where the sound insulation was not very good.

The curtain of the purple trembling wooden frame bed in the house was lowered, and it swayed with the rhythm, like the waves rolling on the seaside of Arthur City, and the sturdy bed wood also made a squeaky sound, and if you got closer, you could smell a thick smell mixed with rouge and stinky sweat.

The two bodies in the bed are intertwined, and they are shamelessly prostituting in the daytime.

"Little wave hooves, I haven't seen you for a few days, it's getting more and more coquettish", the stout man only held the smooth thighs and regularly hit the woman under him over and over again, and grabbed the woman's snow-white chest with the other hand.

"Lord, Lord, you tap, slave... The slave couldn't stand it anymore...", the woman felt some pain under her body and chest, and was dizzy from the powerful impacts again and again, and unconsciously bit her bright red lip and moaned in pain.

"Hehe, Lao Tzu has been suffocating on that broken island these days, don't let Lao Tzu vent well, if there is a problem, you will all have to stay alive and widowed in the future, lift up your ass and balls, and let Ye hurt you well..."

The woman's plea for mercy did not receive the slightest pity from the stout man, but only aroused him more and more, and he grabbed the woman's shoulder with a lewd smile, and roughly turned her over and pushed straight in.

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I don't know how long later, the storm in the house finally stopped with the man's 'ah' roar.

The two maids standing outside the door saw that there was no movement in the house, looked at each other with red faces, and then picked up the washing tools and warm water that had been prepared and pushed open the door, ready to serve the men and women in the house to clean.

"Get out, who let you in", chiluo The stout man lay on the bed and shouted loudly, so frightened that the two maids hurriedly put down their washing tools and warm water, fled out of the house, and gently closed the door.

Cui Zuyao, who had vented a lot, lay on the already wet silk bedcloth in the shape of a 'big' and kicked loudly, while the young woman next to him was tossed by him and passed out.

Cui Zuyao is seven years Chinese New Year's Eve old today, born short and sturdy, with a rough face, he is the old qualification of Dongjiang Town, and he is also one of the 197 warriors who accompanied Mao Wenlong to open up the base on Phi Dao behind enemy lines, but the perennial battlefield battles have made him a little tired, and he has become more and more worried about life and death, and his ambition has long been gone, especially this time Mao Wenlong was killed, which made him tremble.

Ten days ago, he learned that Yuan Chonghuan, the secretary of the military department and the superintendent of Jiliao, had quietly come to the island, and was summoned to Shuangdao by an edict, and after arriving, he found that most of the middle and high-level generals in Dongjiang Town had arrived, and he quickly realized that Dongjiang Town was about to undergo major changes, and sure enough, someone visited his barracks on the first night, and repeatedly tested his position.

Cui Zuyao thinks he is loyal to Mao Wenlong, but he has never been able to enter the core of Mao Wenlong's group, Mao Wenlong likes to adopt his son, and once privately revealed his willingness to recognize him as an adopted son, but he is different from Mao Chenglu, he is unwilling to recognize his ancestors, so he declined Mao Wenlong, so he can't enter Mao Wenlong's inner circle, and has been suppressed by Mao Wenlong's other henchmen over the years, not only is the official promotion slow, but also the smuggling trade operated by Mao Wenlong can't get a piece of the pie, which has always made him resentful.

But when the visitor revealed that meaning, he still hesitated.

Fight back and kill Mao Wenlong!

Thinking about it makes him break out in a cold sweat, success is fine, if he fails, he doesn't dare to imagine how he can stop Mao Wenlong's revenge, he knows better than anyone what kind of person Mao Wenlong is, to put it well, it is to kill decisively, and to say it badly, it is ruthless and tyrannical.

But Yuan Chonghuan, did he offend? How could he afford to offend the secretary of the military department and the Jiliao Governor, he was very helpless when he was roasted on the fire, and in the end he had to not offend both sides, and acquiesced in a neutral attitude.

Fortunately, the visitors seemed to be quite satisfied with his position, but he himself knew that no matter which side of this big change was the winner, he Cui Zuyao would be abandoned and never be reused, and those who did not dare to bet on the big bet would never make a lot of money.

Mao Wenlong finally died, in front of him, when the invincible, mighty head of Liaodong was cut off by the cold edge of Yuan Chonghuan's men, he smelled the smell of blood that had already numbed him, and he trembled uncontrollably.

Death, how terrible!

Dying on the battlefield is a horse leather shroud, and it is the glory of being a soldier.

Dying on Xingtai is an unforgivable sin and a sorrow as a soldier.

Will he be suddenly convicted and slaughtered on the execution table one day? Mao Wenlong died, Dongjiang Town was torn apart, and there were more than 30,000 registered soldiers in the huge Dongjiang Town, who else could hold it except Mao Wenlong?

Chen Jisheng? Prestige is sufficient, but indecisive and not ruthless.

Liu Xingzuo? Later, those who took refuge have always been rejected by Mao Wenlong's family.

Mao Chenglu, Kong Youde, Li Dengke and others are even more unable to convince the public.

Where do I go from here?

In those days on Shuangdao, it was said that the superintendent still had important matters to discuss, and the generals were not allowed to leave Shuangdao for the time being, but in fact they were under house arrest, because Inspector Yuan needed to observe their performance, and if there was a slight change, he was afraid that it would be another bloody purge, so he spent his days like a year, staying in the tent and not going out, and even the feces and urine were solved inside, for fear that Yuan Chonghuan's personal soldiers would rush in and tie him up and push him out and behead him.

Fortunately, Inspector Yuan appeased effectively, and Dongjiang Town was not a monolith, no one acted arbitrarily, when he was told that he could leave the island, he didn't have time to clean up and fled all the way back to Lushun, when he was tired and returned to the backyard to see the soul of the seventh room concubine who greeted him, many days of worries and fears all poured into his chest, and as soon as his lower abdomen was hot, he pulled the charming concubine who wanted to refuse and welcome, regardless of the presence of the next person, he had to vent well.

After this toss, the depression accumulated for many days was finally vented, and Cui Zuyao, who was lying on the bed, began to think about his future plans.