In the grove, the bones left behind after the Great War of the White Sun were still lying everywhere, fighting for a day, and the same exhausted rebels were not even in the mood to restrain their own soldiers, and similarly, except for the descendants of Greece, the rest of the Punjabi race did not seem to have much interest in collecting corpses, and it was a worthy death to die on the banks of the sacred Ganges. {This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

Finally, the form was a little better for the Min country, and after going ashore, they took off the wet Tang Army standard armor, and everyone forcibly pulled out a set of mercenary armor from the dead man and put it on their bodies, and slowly touched Han Jiacang under the cover of night and corpses.

"Who?"

After all, he is a well-trained mercenary, although he still hasn't figured out what is going on, but there are still patrols everywhere near Hanjiacang, and the raid team didn't go far, just near the grove where Wu Meiniang was ambushed in the morning, and they were interrogated.

Sweating began to break out on the fat head, Wu Yuanqing lowered his head weakly, his eyes were white, and he was clasping ill-fitting armor, Sima Kuguan saw that he was about to pull over, which startled Li Yu'er, and hurriedly twisted his ears and whispered: "Hold on, Liupin, Cang Ling!" ”

I really admire the enthusiasm of the Chinese people to be officials, in just four words, Sima Ming's waist is not sore, his legs are not painful, and he is actually energetic when he walks, and he actually squeezed away the stumbling Greek man Pillos, and went to the front by himself.

"Blind your dog's eye! Don't know Ben-sama? ”

"Haha, isn't this Xiao Ming?" A dozen or so members of the Punjab patrol actually knew each other, and they laughed loudly without being startled at all: "Isn't this Sima Cang's order?" The little one welcomes you to your old age, haha. ”

It seems that Sima Ming wants to be an official and wants to go crazy This name is still well-known in Hanjiacang, and he was ridiculed, and the little man didn't care, but raised his head angrily: "This time, Lord Rouen ordered the secret mission to Lord Ben has been completed, and if you go back to resume your life, maybe you will be promoted to a warehouse order, you boys are waiting, and then let the official catch you stealing food, and you can't eat and walk around!" ”

Seeing that Sima Ming was furious, the strong man of Greek descent actually had a tacit understanding and swung his biceps, it seems that the combination of the two has been more than once, in the end, it is Pylos who has a deterrent effect, several patrol members retracted their heads stupidly, and the patrol captain looked at the untidy team sourly before he hummed: "Lord Rouen is already drunk today, even if Lord Sima wants to be promoted, he will have to be tomorrow morning, not to mention that there is also Lord Kong, even if he makes a meritorious service, it is at most a deputy cang, hurry up and go in, today General Liu will celebrate his achievements with wine, If you go early, you might be able to catch two glasses. ”

It's really easy to do things with someone I know, I took a look, I didn't even check the password, Li Yuer's assault team was put in, and the three patrols encountered along the way were similar, after all, this used to be Datang's own army, and Li Yuer couldn't help but be depressed when I saw it, these people are too lazy, right?

In fact, they can't be blamed, after all, the battle was won today, and who would have thought that a hundred or so people would dare to touch the heavily guarded camp of 10,000 people?

It seems that the rebels are also buying people's hearts, and when they entered the camp, there was a scene of drinking, and the descendants of the ethnic groups on the grassland drank with red noses, and they swayed and smirked around, and when they arrived here, Sima Ming's back was already soaked, and he forced Li Yuer to hold his breath and pull Li Yuer and others to go around.

In fact, the camp of the Punjab army is like a big box, through the outer low fence and barracks, there is a layer of three or four meters high wooden wall inside, which seems to be wood, but in fact it is only the outer layer, behind the wood is a sandwich wall filled with cement stones, both sides are wrapped with large green bricks, fortunately, there are thieves, from the trouser pocket out of a wet key, along the inconspicuous corner door under the wall, the group carefully slipped into the city wall.

Vigilantly looking at the Punjabi mercenaries who were still having fun on the periphery, Li Yuer was the last to walk into the iron gate and locked the iron door heavily.

As soon as he turned around, a bloody breath came to his face, and the rushing person almost wanted to vomit, first he was shocked, but after a while, Li Yuer hung her head solemnly.

The narrow passage inside the wall was filled with corpses, both Tang and Punjabi, where officers and soldiers who seemed loyal to the Min State had been assassinated en masse.

"These brutes." At this moment, even Wu Yuanqing, who was originally nervous, couldn't help but scolded in a low voice, and was silent for a moment, while Li Yu'er put her white and tender palms together, and muttered and prayed solemnly: "Immortal God bless, may your souls return to your hometown without worry." ”

It seemed that he had just come out of shock at this time, Sima Ming took two steps back in a daze, and cautiously walked around the edge of the corpse and compared: "Come with me, we need to hurry!" ”

Walking out of the small gate at the other end of the city wall, the important position of Hanjiacang The warehouse area is finally shown in the eyes of everyone, three meters above the ground, a huge large warehouse stands on the ground in turn, above is a thick straw, there are drainage ditches at the corner of the eaves, and the round wall looks closely at the plant fibers of the paper-making are coarsely mashed and pasted, and it can be said that the walls are huge paper tubes.

The Hanjiacang here is built in imitation of the Hanjiacang in Luoyang, and there are dozens of warehouses in a variety of places, which are neatly arranged on this highland like a chessboard.

In the end, it was still an army that had not been fought, and the long-fought division would remain vigilant even when celebrating victory, but the Punjab army that was sent here to defend was only blindly carnival, drinking, eating meat, and guarding the city walls, several gatehouses were brightly lit, and clear shouts could be heard from afar, and there was not even a patrol in the warehouse.

In fact, these positions were basically defended by Tang soldiers, because these Punjab soldiers were really poor, and they stole too much food, and the troops loyal to the Min State were cleared, so their defenses were naturally relaxed.

Walking in the shadows, the assault team was extremely vigilant and followed behind Sima Ming. Holding a bunch of keys, the little man opened the warehouse that had been closed for I don't know how many days, and along the edge, the team slipped in under the noses of the enemy guards.

The third warehouse in yellow.

"This is it, this is Master Kong."

The rich smell of grain came to the nose, but it was also mixed with a little fishy smell, leaning against the corner of the smooth inner wall was a shocking trace of blood, and the six-in-year six-pincang Cao Kong-sama leaned softly on it, and the big hole in his chest was shocking.

"In the morning, the envoy of Qunu City came, and he killed Master Kong without arguing, and I happened to be here with this kid at that time, and this kid is also strange and pitiful, he always can't eat enough, and every time the official gives him some food."

Looking at Shangguan, who he had admired all his life, Sima Ming explained melancholy: "Next, you adults should know, we were ordered to invite a few adults into the camp, and we went out in the chaos. ”

Sima Ming explained, the assault team was not idle, these last remaining elites of the Fujian forbidden army surveyed the warehouse as soon as they entered the door, and the Central Plains, the grain storage is half buried in the ground, a large hole more than ten meters in diameter is covered with a thick straw quilt, and the richer grain fragrance after opening it is refreshing.

But I don't know how deep the grain makes the team worried, there is only one warehouse is so many, there are dozens of such warehouses here, I don't know how many stones of rice that have not been hulled, such a arrangement was originally to prevent fire, such a huge granary, with a few of them, how to burn out?

I'm afraid that if one or two granaries catch fire, they will immediately attract the attention of the defenders outside, and it seems that the sneak attack is too easy to think about.

"How many loads of grain are there?" For the first time, Li Yuer was worried about the wealth of Fujian, her pretty little face was tangled, and she asked with a headache in her head.

"A total of more than 2,857,000 stones, Fujian does not levy grain taxes, but all the grain sold must be sold to Fujian, here brings together the Himalayas all the way to the most fertile land in the Deccan Plateau more than a year's output, the introduction of three crops of rice from the Indochina Peninsula and five times of maturity are all gathered here, the king of Fujian to the west to call more than 1 million stones, the remaining grain is still supplying Qunucheng and the nearby army of nearly 100,000 consumption."

Such as a number of treasures, Sima Ming proudly introduced, but unfortunately, it added a lot of trouble to Li Yuer, looking at the warehouse full of rice.

"How is this rice different from the rice we have eaten?" It was also the first time he had seen so much rice, and when he grabbed a handful, Wu Yuanqing watched the rice grains slide past his fingertips in confusion.

"Of course it's different, you are all powerful lords, and the food is a special supply from outside the city, a long strip of fragrant rice that is cooked once a year, although this thing grows fast, the taste is much worse than fragrant rice, of course the lord has never seen it."

When he said this, Sima Ming couldn't help but be sour, looking at the appearance of the little man, Li Yu'er smiled helplessly: "If you can go back alive this time, Sima You are also a six-grade official, and the imperial court will be given fragrant rice and one stone for half a year, and when the time comes, you can eat as much as you want." ”

As if imagining the taste of the fragrance, Sima Ming's tongue couldn't help licking his lips greedily, and a longing gluttony attracted the big man Pylos to be entangled, shouting how much Yunyun he wanted to eat, and on the other hand, grabbing Mi Wu Yuanqing, he was also full of emotion, and for the first time realized the sadness of others.

"Sima Kuguan, it's really not easy for you, you eat such fishy rice, I can't even think about it."

"Fishy?" Sima Ming, who said this, was stunned for a moment, grabbed a handful of rice and sniffed it, then shook his head with a smile: "This smell is not the original taste of rice, before setting out for the expedition, His Royal Highness the King of Min suddenly sent someone to transport a batch of oil and poured it in, saying that it was antiseptic, and the smell should be oily." ”

"Oil?" As if she had caught something, Li Yu'er, who was sitting on the ground in frustration, suddenly jumped up suddenly, could it be that her father-in-law had already prepared and mixed poisonous oil with rice? That's not right, if that's the case, won't the residents of Qunu City be poisoned too? This is the largest granary in Fujian!

"What kind of oil did Your Highness order to pour?" Grabbing Sima Ming's shoulder, Li Yu'er shook it eagerly, shaking it so that the short man was dizzy, and waved his hand in confusion to argue: "Don't shake, Xiaguan is only the manager of the Jiupin Treasury, how can you know?" ”

On the other end, Wu Yuanqing, who was anxious, simply shouted at the soldiers and suddenly opened the straw curtain where the grain should be held, and a fluffy thing was exposed.

It is a complete cowhide.

Glancing at each other, Li Yuer and Wu Yuanqing suddenly understood.

"Old Sima, how many warehouses have been poured oil? How many bins are there that have not poured oil? ”。