At the end of the alley, in the tent temporarily set up by the Greedy Spirit Army, several officers gathered around the map table scratching their ears and cheeks.

Among them, there was a middle-aged man who left first with Ouwa that day, his name was Zhao Tuo, and he was the only one with the rank of general among the more than 1,000 righteous troops who came from the south.

In the rebel army, although the rank of general is not as valuable as in the imperial court, it can also explain many things - such as military exploits, such as kinship, such as ...... Age.

On the pillar opposite General Zhao's side was the young man with a flirtatious smile, he was just a small army commander in terms of seniority, but he was able to attend the combat meeting attended by only seven or eight people, relying on age, military exploits, or kinship?

"Huan Feng, do you say we are still waiting?" Huan Feng is the name of the young man, Yang is his surname, and it is also the surname of the greedy spirit marquis. Zhao Tuo propped up the map table with both hands and raised his head, wanting to hear his opinion.

Huan Feng was fiddling with a dagger there, he was only the eldest of the four, but all four of them were senior brothers who were with him in Nanhuai Forest.

He threw the dagger in his hand, and several officers along the road hurriedly avoided it, only General Zhao Tuozhao, who had a resolute face, remained unmoved.

The dagger swirled in circles in the air, and the trajectory was very mysterious, as if someone was holding it with an invisible thread. The cold light forced in front of Zhao Tuo, and his cloudy old eyes didn't blink.

Whoosh –

The tip of the blade rattled as if it were alive, and it wanted to continue forward and pierce the man's eyeballs, but it was restrained by a pair of invisible hands, unable to move, and was now screaming in unrelenting grief.

The air froze for a moment, the dagger ran out of strength, and the invisible thread snapped, plunging headlong onto the map below. The rest of the retreating officers gathered around to see that the falling dagger was piercing the middle alley at the end of the hill.

"Is it fun?" Zhao Tuo asked as he pulled out the dagger and put it aside.

The young man in the distance stood with his back against a pillar and stood well, his eyes bent into a slit without opening them.

"Uncle Zhao, little nephew, this is not a joke, he is answering your question. He argued from afar.

"Oh?" Zhao Tuo tilted his head with interest, "Tell me, what is the answer?"

As soon as he raised his hand, the dagger on the table flew straight into his hand.

"It's a bit far-fetched to say, but what Old Man Jia promised to do for us is the same reason as I made this dagger. Yang Huanfeng put the dagger back into his waist and walked to the map table as he spoke.

On the map made of hard silk, there are nine military chess pieces on the left Shishijin of the eight bridges of the Jun River and the mouth of the river, and on the right side of the military chess is a continuous lane mountain, and at the end of the lane mountain is a scribbled circle with cinnabar ink, and in the center of the circle is the hole he has just pierced with a dagger.

The Jun River is the boundary river between Taiwei and Xuanchen, and no matter how tight the war is in the country, the troops stationed on this line of Wang Shi do not dare to withdraw. But people who are greedy know what kind of dog the Xuanchen royal family is, and in order to keep their throne, there is nothing they can't do.

In the past, it was to use the power of the Qing Ping Dao to suppress the civil strife, and then to incite the people to bite the "demon road", seeing that the Qing Ping army was marching from Yunliang in the east and advancing all the way, and was planning to collude with the empire in the west. Now that the rebellious forces have added my greedy spirit army, Song Qi's dog lord has even asked the empire to send troops.

By that time, the royal family was in league with the empire. The garrison on the front line of the Jun River has no enemy to defend, and the reinforcements from the empire will join the chaos in this country.

Fortunately, as part of the eastern watershed of the Jun River, the lane mountain runs through from north to south, and the only two passes are in the territory of the greedy spirit, which is heavily guarded, and they are all one-man passes, and they are all terrain.

Only at the end of the alley at the end of the hill at the southern end of the mountain, presumably when the reinforcements come from the east, they will definitely be here.

But because the south has always been an area controlled by the royal division, although the Greedy Spirit Army had expected this early, there was nothing they could do. Until January, the Qingping Heavenly Army, which had been ignoring the invitation of the Greedy Spirit's coalition forces, sent a messenger to say that Jia Junshi meant that there was a way to help the Greedy Spirit plug the gap at the end of the alley and mountain, and that when the reinforcements came eastward in the future, they could only pass through two passes in the Greedy Spirit's territory.

"Isn't that old bastard just trying to empty the gloves of the white wolf?" Yang Huanfeng pulled out the dagger on his waist, and immediately took it back, and signaled: "He said that borrowing two masters from our army who can move mountains and mountains not only received the benefits of our greedy spirits, but also got the news that we secretly went south......"

“...... This time the son will sell news to Wang Shi to send reinforcements, and when the end of the lane is sealed, Wang Shi is weak, and he has a share of the Qingping army, but he doesn't have to offend the royal family, and even the greedy Linghou doesn't know that the Qingping army has defected halfway - if everything is as he calculated, the old way of making fire the day before yesterday plus the local garrison is enough to wipe out all of our thousand people, and it won't be with him when the time comes......"

“...... Although we don't care about the bullshit royal family and not offend it, it seems that Qingpingjun has made up his mind to sell himself for a good price and offend the buyer...... You can't do it explicitly. Jia Wenzhao, that old bastard, knows the truth of selling at a price best......"

“...... However," Yang Huanfeng raised his eyes, his gaze sharpened, "This dagger has been used, but don't think about pulling it back so easily." ”

"Feng Zhang, Fang Yi, bring people in!" he shouted outside the tent. Two young men of his age, each carrying a figure covered in a gray and black cloak, hurried into the tent with a push and kick, and removed the hood from their heads—

Both of them are Qingping Dao people wearing yellow crowns. Look at their similar appearances, they are about brothers.

Yang Huanfeng walked up to the brothers, and the officers also gathered around.

He bent down and scraped the cheek of one of them with the dagger in his hand, "I guess you two are the masters of Jia Junshi's mouth who have the ability to move mountains and unload mountains......

“...... Jia Wenzhao asked you to hide nearby, and when the old Taoist who made the fire helped the garrison to destroy our army, and then you two came out to plug the gap at the end of the alley and mountain-Wang Shi accepted the favor of the Qingping Army again, and I don't know what bad things you did behind your back, Jia Junshi really did a really good deal!" Yang Huanfeng clapped his hands and smiled viciously.

"But now that your fellow sect has not eliminated the rebels, what can we do now?" he patted the Taoist priest's face with his knife, "Are you pretending that nothing happened and come forward to help the rebels seal the mountain? But what if we know who did the fire rain; do you bypass the rebels and go directly to seal the end of the alley mountain? But the rebels are not dead, and they can't hide it from both ends; or do you give up the mission and go home...... You must have reported the news and are anxiously waiting for instructions. ”

The two old Taoists were silent, and the one who was not attached to the dagger turned his face.

"You don't have to answer, for there are eyes that see you releasing pigeons. ”

Outside the tent, a row of birds stopped on the weapon rack, and Xue Yuchuan, one of the four grass-headed soldiers under Yang Wuchang, held a handful of millet in his palm and approached their beaks affectionately.

This is not an ordinary oracle technique, although the two brothers do not practice this method, they know a few years old Taoist friends. Because there was someone behind them, they could only turn their heads with great difficulty and glance at them, and they were stunned at a glance.

“...... If not, you two may not be able to find it in the downtown area. Yang Huanfeng was close to a person's ear, and his words were smiling, but they made people feel chills.

Finally finished this analysis, Yang Huanfeng straightened up and put away the dagger. Seeing him with his hands on his waist, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uncle Zhao," he patted Zhao Tuo's arm, "you go ahead and interrogate, my throat hurts." He pinched his throat and motioned to the depths of the tent to find water.

......

The fishing village had been burned to the ground, and the remaining Greedy Rebels had taken over the nearby town, and many of the homeless villagers had also been evacuated, including Cai Huan and the family of the fisherman who rescued her.

The town was called Shishui Town, which was only a little larger than the village, and there was no garrison, so Yang Huanfeng and his army took it without difficulty.

The reason why I didn't come here before was because I didn't want to be too ostentatious, but now, this whereabouts are exposed, and not being exposed is also exposed.

The rebels had set up camp outside the south entrance of the town, and because of two successive attacks, they had used up little and lost a lot of supplies, and they were now in a hurry. What's more, General Zhao was kind-hearted and believed that he had to take responsibility for the displacement of the villagers in the fishing village, and he also accepted the villagers who were willing to join the army and provided them with food and shelter.

And the only way to deal with all this is to reach out to the townspeople again. said "stretch out your hand" because Cai Huan saw it thoroughly, and the rebels said "buy" and "borrow", but there is no cash for this purchase and no return date for borrowing, what is the difference between reaching out and forcing it?

In this way, Cai Huan did not accept free food in the barracks, and had to pay out of his own pocket to go to the noodle restaurant porridge shop in the town to deal with it. The slightly bulging waist bag will be deflated in a few days.

"This big steamed steamed bun with white flour, with a bowl of egg drop soup, is unexpectedly beautiful!" Yang Huanfeng held the whole steamed bun in one hand and a bowl of egg drop soup in the other, paced into Cai Huan's tent, and said with a beating in the face.

Cai Huan went to the town to eat noodles and drink porridge, the noodles were clear soup noodles, the porridge was millet porridge, and the pickles did not dare to ask for a portion, and for several days, there was no taste in the mouth.

This bastard steamed bun didn't take a bite of it or drank a mouthful of soup, so he came to me and said such bastard things. Cai Huan didn't salivate at his will, but aroused the nameless fire in his heart.

"If you want to drink soup with your face, go further. She sinisterly threatened:

Yang Huanfeng made an exaggerated look of being frightened, and returned to a hippie smile in an instant.

"The girl doesn't want to eat, so what about him?"

Beside Cai Huan, Dongzi's burly body was motionless. The expression on his face had softened considerably, and the bandages on the arrow wounds were no longer oozing blood. When the doctor came a few days ago, he said that it was a miracle that he was able to save his life from such a serious injury, and that all he could do was to take care of the wound so that his body would not deteriorate;

This is not something that can be used as a joke for you! Cai Huan didn't reply, but raised his eyes and stared at Yang Huanfeng fiercely.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Dongzi was lying there, and it was difficult to even feed some water, and some jokes were unacceptable......

"Uncle, I want to eat!"

Suddenly, a child's immature voice came from behind Cai Huan - it was Ouwa. At this time, he was running to Yang Huanfeng, looking at him pitifully.

In many cases, children are more observant of words and feelings, after all, they will starve to death if they do not rely on others.

The tense atmosphere eased suddenly, and Yang Huanfeng's laughter, which was frightened by Cai Huan's cold eyes, continued to spread.

"Look, he wants to eat—" Yang Huanfeng squatted down and took a bite of the gully baby's dark face, and said as if saved.