Dongxiang is a place with mountains in the north and south, and the hilly plains in the middle are the gateway to eastern Jiangxi. This is the hometown of Wang Jinggong (Anshi), which prospered because of the business travel from the south to the north.

In the past, it has always been the largest market town in the east of Linchuan, and it was called Xiaogang Town two years ago, and it was occupied by Yang Xing just after the county was established.

As mentioned earlier, the county commander (who was also the first local county commander) was caught by Yang Xing after fleeing. This is also something that cannot be helped, except for more than 20 catchers and squad leaders in his hands, he doesn't even have a messenger to guard the city gate.

No, to be precise, this place has not yet had time to repair the city gate and the complete city wall, and the east and west gates only have door openings;

The highest part of the wall was six feet, and the lowest part was only two feet; Only to the south is a dug moat, and to the west is a semi-natural barrier formed by the water of the lake.

In this way, the so-called city defense is almost the same as not, so how can the county order not escape?

However, he was still quite virtuous, and was locked in a dark room and refused to eat the food that was delivered, and when Wang Xi successfully entered the Yang Xing shogunate in the name of taking refuge, he heard that he had starved himself to death! ap.

"Alas, scholar! If you endure a little longer, you can't say that the Tsing Shirt team will come and rescue him?" Wang Xi said with emotion when he knew that the battle of Yugan was over, and the army was about to recover Anren.

He was sitting in a Hongsheng restaurant outside the east gate, and from the window on the second floor of the second floor through the gap in the leaves, he could see the three words "Dezheng Gate" above the unfinished city gate hole, which was the same as the "Yongfeng Gate" on the west gate, which was the handwriting of the martyrdom county order, so it caused him to sigh.

Opposite him sat a thin man who was also wearing a turmeric shirt, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be Feng Shen. Feng Shen smiled slightly and said:

"General Wang still has the mind to understand that scholar? If you want me to say, he didn't deserve to die! I can't report to the Son of Heaven, I'm sorry for the people, and at most I can save my face. But what is the use of saving face when a man dies?"

"That's it, so you have to do anything while you're alive to be fun." Wang Xi turned his head to look outside and said softly:

"Why did Senza come here? But Li Sanlang is going to take Anren? Anyway, what do you need me to do?"

Feng Shen is the head of the Intelligence Section, and his external official rank is to join the army, so his subordinates such as Shen Jie and Wang Xi call him "Shen Zao".

"You should be in charge of Iron Knife here, but a few days ago he had an important task that had just been completed and it was very hard, so the inspection arranged for him to rest for two days and come back. I'm temporarily replacing him, and by the way, I'm patrolling the main points of contact. There is no other big thing."

Feng Shen poured him a full wine glass, then sat down, took a chopstick perilla grilled fish tart, and said:

"This time, it's not that we are fighting alone, but that Zhao Tongzhi, the capital of Raozhou, led thousands of hundreds of officers and troops to the south together with the regimental training.

Lord Zhao was most worried about whether Yang Xing would jump up after being whipped on his ass and slam Anren, so they asked me to come over and discuss with you." He paused, then continued:

"You have also seen the walls of Anren, which are in disrepair, low and crippled, and few battlements are intact.

After laying Anren, the Lord will prepare to renovate the city wall, which will take at least ten days and half a month. During this time, you have to try to drag Yang Xing still, can you do it?"

"Well, it shouldn't be too difficult." Wang Xi thought for a while and said, "Xiao Yang claims to have raised 20,000 soldiers in Dongxiang, and he still transferred several teams to his father one after another, but I calculated that his actual number was only half.

Sixty percent of these people are new recruits, and their combat effectiveness is very weak. He didn't build siege equipment, he didn't even have enough weapons, and he couldn't cross the river without ships, so it was unlikely that he would immediately send troops to recapture Anren.

Even if you go to fight, it's just pretending, and if you don't go well, you have to withdraw immediately.

Anyway, people are here for him to win the battle, and if he sees him defeated, his morale can't stand it, so he won't rush to Anren to take revenge."

"So you think he has concerns about that?"

"Definitely, just if anyone lifts the lid for him, I can lift the lid and persuade him to be patient for a while. But I'm worried that if he can't reach Anren, will he turn his head and take a pride on Mei Gang?"

Feng Shen frowned, this possibility is really possible.

Meigang is just in the northeast of the county, not far away. It is not easy for Yang Xing to cross the river without a navy, but it is easy to cross the river from the land.

"This could be true!" He nodded, "I'll report it immediately and remind the department to be careful."

He understood what Wang Xi meant, and the important thing for Yang Xing was not that the castle was not in his hands, but that he was morale. The team is too loose, the people are not aligned, and he can't afford to lose morale.

If he wants to win a game, he needs to win first, and it doesn't matter if this victory is in Anren or Meigang, and it doesn't matter if it's a water battle or a land battle! It's critical enough to boost morale.

There are too many old troops that have been transferred, and the veterans have been constantly diluted, and the current Jiangshan army is full of casualness, optimism, and self-righteousness. Wang Xi also believed that their combat effectiveness was declining very quickly, and many of the troops were now much looser than when he first arrived.

"You can see them hooking their shoulders and getting drunk everywhere on the streets, and the subordinates of Yintuo and the Second Heavenly King don't dare to do this in broad daylight, but where do you see them on the streets of Dongxiang, is there anyone picketing?" Wang Xi sneered:

"Which restaurant in the city doesn't have groups of noisy soldiers from the Jiangshan Army? Are there fewer daily disturbances such as fights and brawls?"

Feng Shen nodded in agreement, the team has grown too fast, and the people are too mixed! No matter what the three religions and nine streams, they all came here, put on a ginger shirt and claimed to be Marshal Yang's soldiers.

Yang Xing also had a headache, but his method was to let these people come in first, and then go to the battlefield to see the real chapter, and use blood to eliminate those unqualified guys.

Feng Shen secretly learned that many locals disliked and hated these GIs, and knew how annoying they were, and he skillfully sought out suitable and bold people from these antagonistic emotions to provide him with information and convenience.

Only when the soldiers have morale can they have the will to fight, and then they can prepare their weapons, food and grass, and then they can choose the direction, means, and timing of the attack.

Thinking of this, Feng Shen suddenly understood why Li Dan said that he would keep adding some troubles to Yang Xing, it turned out that he would not let him have enough time to rectify the team.

The corners of Feng Shen's mouth couldn't help but rise. If you want to drag the other party from Anren, and don't let him reorganize the troops with peace of mind, this Li Sanlang!

This city is not big, from east to west three miles, north and south two and a half miles, but the streets are around the county government, the county school as the center and gradually expand outward. It is an unplanned, naturally formed town based on the hilly terrain.

The stone streets are very narrow, and the widest ones are barely two cars in parallel. Most of the buildings are made of granite walls, and the wealthy pay attention to plastering the façade with blue-gray tiles on the top, and the notable ones are the plastered roofs on thatch.

Feng Shen knew that no matter whether they were plastered or not, those walls were always granite, and gossip and dissatisfaction were quietly circulating among the seemingly ordinary and cold walls, constantly encroaching on the credibility and prestige of the Jiangshan Army in people's hearts.

At first, he liked to encourage these people to assassinate the ordinary soldiers of the Jiangshan Army, but later stopped everyone.

Their people always come and go, and the people who came yesterday may be gone today, the chief is not in a hurry, and the accomplices don't matter, how many hairs can you hurt it like this? On the contrary, if the corpse is not handled well, there is a danger of exposing the organization in the city.

He asked his friends to shift their attention to figuring out the other party's dormitory, sentry, storage, and leader's movements, and even detailed the rules of patrols, the complaints of enemy soldiers, and the reasons for jealousy among leaders.

The adventure is not big, but it makes everyone very excited, it seems that they have everything in control of the Jiangshan Army, and the action is both safe and more exciting.

The task that Li Dan asked him to convey to Wang Xi was to try to mislead the opponent's judgment and prevent Yang Xing from stretching his claws towards An Ren.

And Feng Shen's own task was to try to destroy Yang Xing's armament and morale, and to carry out uninterrupted attacks on him. Now the seemingly useless information accumulated in the early stage can be considered to come in handy!

He was walking forward in high spirits when he suddenly felt someone on the other side of the alley talking and walking towards him. Looking left and right at the walls on both sides of this section with nowhere to go, Feng Shen gritted his teeth to make way, and stood with his hands bowed.

I saw several people wearing turmeric clothes and a Taoist priest wearing a blue-gray embroidered pine crane robe, carrying a sword, and a handful of floating dust on his waist appeared in the alley

Village.

"Brother Yunhe, when you arrive at Hongya Temple, please bring a message to Senior Brother Duan for me, just say that the troubled times have come, and it is time for him to go down the mountain and show his skills.

After my father captured Fuzhou and became the queen, he would let Ben Shuai raise troops to attack Nanchang. I need his help, especially in convincing the heroes of the lake to join me."

"Doesn't the marshal already have a katehanako, he wants to be an official and ask for a title, so he can't do nothing at all, right?" The Taoist asked, his voice slightly hoarse, like a middle-aged man.

"Katehanako, hehe, I promised him, but I'm afraid he's a silver-like pewter spearhead!"

"Oh? What does the marshal think?"

"The Taoist chief doesn't know, that Tatehuazi has been gone since the last time he sent someone to ask for the seal, and the marshal doesn't believe him a little!" Another voice explained.

"This man is said to be a hero, how can he do things without bounds?" The Taoist priest's voice was puzzled, "Anyway, it's not far away, why don't I stop by and see what the situation is?"

"Brother Yunhe decided on the spot, maybe he encountered something we don't know."

They chatted like this, and walked all the way to the east gate, not paying attention to this "soldier" at all, because there were too many people in the city!

Feng Shen was very alert, and when they passed in front of him, he saw at a glance that there was a black patch on the ankle exposed by the upper of the Taoist cloth, and he secretly remembered it in his heart.

Look at their backs, I don't know which old "Brother Yunhe" it is? However, the obedient content mentioned the Hongya Temple in Ruihong, and it was certain that he was going to Yugan.

Could it be that there is their informant in the Red Cliff Temple? By the way, mention "Senior Brother Duan". It's just that the temple is full of monks, and I don't know which one this layman's surname is Duan?

Looking at the young man next to him, tall, broad-shouldered and thin-waisted, wouldn't it be Yang Xing, who is known as "Yulang"?

The man who answered the call in the back had a tiger head and a gardenia on his turban, which should be one of the most powerful lieutenants in the Yang Army, known as "a stick of incense"!

Feng Shen gritted his teeth, feeling that it was a pity, if Li Tiedao and Xianjie were there, what a good assassination opportunity it would be! Even with four guards behind them, he felt it was worth the risk.

But...... When you think about it, you know that there is no point in doing so. Not only is the chance of success small, but also your own people are easy to get in it, and the gains outweigh the losses!

But not being able to do it in the city does not mean that it is not possible in the wilderness. Thinking of this, Feng Shen stopped, pretended not to know the way, and spun around in place, and then quickened his pace and ran towards the nearest contact point.

He hurried to the scene, and after answering the code, he asked the other party to send a message to the other partners in the city, indicating that he had something to do and would leave for the time being, and return in a few days. Then he hurried east.

Instinct and sensitivity told him that this Taoist priest did not go to the temple to visit relatives and friends for no reason, and Yang Xing and Lian Daxiang sent them together, which must have given him some kind of mission.

Since it was related to Yu Gan, it could not be ruled out that this mission might have a malicious effect on the Tsing Yi team, so he chased after him, intending to try to figure out the mysteries of this place on the way. Others need to go through the city gates, but he doesn't.

Walking directly to the north wall, there is a section of wall about seventy steps that has only had time to be repaired two feet, which is almost the same as the threshold.

There were only dozens of patrolmen on the three-mile-long city wall, and Feng Shen was wearing a turmeric suit, so he didn't even need to hide, so he swaggered out.

Those patrols don't care at all, and the accomplices who go out here every day to have fun have to be dozens if not hundreds, how can there be so much spit to waste?

Going all the way east along the unfinished moat, Feng Shen kept thinking in his mind how many paths this guy had to take, which one was the easiest for him to choose?

There are two roads to get to Yugan, the southern route is Yujiang and Anren, and the northern route is Huangzhen, Poji and Meigang.

The southern route is far but safe, and the northern route is a place controlled by the Tsing Yi team as long as it enters Mui Gang, and although the road is much closer, it may be more dangerous.

Feng Shen thought about it and decided to go back to Meigang directly. He was going to send the news back to the Intelligence Division, and let them help set up a big trap.

Even if the prey doesn't take the northern route, then you can still cross the river from here to Huangbu

Or Yang Bu and other parties. Anyway, no matter where he goes, "Brother Yunhe" will have to cross the Dongda River or Santang Water to reach Ruihong.

Feng Shen planned to let Shen Jie and the General Staff Headquarters discuss and arrange various forces on land and water to intercept it, so as to give full play to the advantages of "joint defense and joint control" of the Tsing Yi team.

Thinking of this, he admired Li Sanlang very much, he could do things so densely and spicy at a young age, making himself embarrassed by such an "old thief". If he had been a place guard, he would have been caught many times!

He came all the way in the direction of May Harbor, but he didn't see the old road. Hey, did he really take the southern route? Feng Shen was very puzzled in his heart. He began to think about it all over again, and the more he thought about it, the more strange he felt.

Is it possible to arrange a long journey to the monk in order to deliver a letter to the monk? He sat down on a large rock to rest, squinting and recalling the scene.

Although Lao Dao's voice was hoarse, he could hear that he was full of energy. When walking, the forefoot lands on the ground, indicating that he has been practicing martial arts for a long time and can also do light exercises. Such a person was sent out, just to send a message to that "Monk Duan"?

Feng Shen shook his head: "No, looking for a monk is a piggyback, this guy has another and more important task." He said to himself, "What kind of task would that be?"

He looked around, turned around and took out a boxy piece of furoshiki from his bosom, shook it off, removed his turmeric clothes and turban, folded them and put them in the furoshika, and then turned and shoved them into the crevice under the stone, covering them with weeds.

Then take two steps back and look up and down, left and right, to see if there is any exposed stuffing.

"Don't worry, it's well covered up enough that no one can see it."

Feng Shen twisted his body to the side of the stone and flashed, the cat lowered his waist, and his right leg leaned back to retreat his center of gravity, and the knife was unsheathed.

His movements were swift, and he put himself on the defensive in less than half a breath, and his eyes quickly locked on the source of the sound—a large mulberry tree not far away.

"Well, it's not bad, I can see that I've been doing it for years." As soon as the words fell, the branches flashed, and a blue-gray robe floated down.

Hearing this slightly hoarse voice, Feng Shen already knew who it was, but he still asked, "Who is here?"

"Don't be nervous. Are you a member of the Jiangshan Army? I see you hiding your clothes, don't worry, I am a friend of your generalissimo, and I am my own."

After the Taoist priest finished speaking, he put the floating dust on his arm, took out something from the bag and threw it over: "Oh, I don't believe you look at this, you always recognize your own waist card, right?" If you can come out and be a spy, are you also literate?"

Feng Shen took a look at the wooden sign in his hand, with something hot handwriting, the front: the rivers and mountains are infinite, and the back: You Fang Dao Changyun Crane.

"It turned out to be the head of the Cloud Crane Dao, and the villain was rude!" Feng Shen hurriedly made a salute, then threw back the brand, and took out his waist card from the eggplant bag inside his clothes and threw it over.

Lao Dao reached out and grabbed it and nodded: "The technique is good." Then look down at the perm above, the front is also: the country is infinite, and the back: the Quartet scout small diamond wind. "Oh, little diamond wind brother, disrespectful, disrespectful." He said with a casual arch of his hand.