Yuzhou, the city lord's mansion.

At this time, Yuzhou was jointly attacked by dozens of rebel armies, and the city lord's mansion also became a place where several rebel leaders met and met.

I saw that the city lord's mansion was surrounded by rebels in different costumes inside and out, and the bosses of all walks of life in the back hall were gathering together to discuss the next move.

"My thirteen heroes are here to make trouble, and it is really a corrupt and faint monarch in the court."

"Now that we want to elect an alliance leader, it is natural that whoever has the greatest credit will be chosen."

A one-eyed man shouted to everyone in the room, spittle flying in all directions.

But the others did not show weakness, and all stood in front with their necks pulled and told how many brothers they had died and how many people they had broken.

Everyone was arguing, as if whoever was the loudest was the one who had the most credit.

Just as the entire back hall of the City Lord's Mansion was about to fry like boiling water, a voice interrupted everyone's quarrel.

"The High Priest has arrived."

With the chanting of a doorman, the originally noisy hall began to stop the riots.

I saw a one-eyed old man on crutches, accompanied by a middle-aged Confucian scholar, walking slowly.

"Generals, Dharma protectors."

"You are all the pillars of my Vulcan Sect, and now that the summer has not been extinguished, why bother fighting for this false name here?"

Listening to the old man's slow words, many of the leaders of the rebel army present lowered their heads in shame.

Most of these leaders came from poor backgrounds, and the catastrophe caused them to gather tens of millions of people to rebel against the imperial court.

Although none of these leaders who fought separately wanted to make more money after capturing Yuzhou, everyone had a heartfelt respect for the old man in front of them.

The old man was the high priest of the Divine Fire Sect, and the leaders and generals present were all members of the Divine Fire Sect.

They can unite to capture Yuzhou City, and it is impossible without the tandem control of the high priest in front of them.

But the Divine Fire Cult is only a religious organization after all, and the high priest has no ambition to be the king.

Perhaps, in the eyes of this high priest, only the suffering victims of Great Xia deserve his attention.

For this kind of saint who loves the world at the same time, everyone respects it from the bottom of their hearts, but they stay away.

At this time, the high priest spoke, and they naturally gave a few thin noodles.

After the arrival of the high priest, the originally fierce quarrel began to turn into a peaceful discussion, and everyone no longer discussed who had the greatest credit in the process of capturing Yuzhou, but instead studied how to capture Jizhou.

These peasant leaders may only care about their own three meals a day before they succeed, but when they are fully responsible for the food, drink, and Lazar of tens of thousands of people, they have to broaden their horizons and calculate the day after tomorrow.

After seeing the force of the court in the course of their revolt, their numbers alone may not be enough for them to win.

Although strength is the key to victory or defeat in the battle between the two armies, wisdom and vision are the foundation that determines the size of the rebel army.

With the land of Yuzhou alone, they could not compete with the strong imperial court.

It doesn't take much effort to survive this disaster and the court to clean them up.

Only by constantly attacking the city can they continue to increase their strength, and when the rule of Great Xia is completely overthrown, they may even reach the peak of power for eight generations of poor peasants.

In particular, this attack on Yuzhou City was occupied almost instantaneously under the attack of the inside and outside.

This victory gave the rebels great confidence, and even gave them the idea that the officers and soldiers of the imperial court were nothing more than that.

But after they discussed for a while, this group of reckless men all had no idea.

Some people suggested attacking the county government first, and some people felt that they should take the villages and towns under their jurisdiction first.

Just when everyone in the room was about to mess up again, the high priest of the Divine Fire Sect said in a deep voice, "Be quiet. ”

As the old priest's voice fell, the crowd gradually fell silent.

When the room was quiet again, the high priest turned his head to look at the middle-aged Confucian beside him, who had not spoken.

"Mr. Ye, tell me about it."

As soon as the words fell, all eyes converged on Mr. Ye's body, all looking at this taciturn middle-aged Confucian student.

I saw the man known as Mr. Ye take out a leather scroll from his arms and slowly spread it out, with a vague smile on his mouth.

"Look, this is the layout of Jizhou's city defense."

Mr. Ye's magnetic voice came into everyone's ears, making them all involuntarily look at the scroll in each other's hands.

"Jizhou city defense map?"

Many people were muttering to themselves, and suddenly thought that the rebel army could easily take Yuzhou City was the traitor's trick.

At this time, Mr. Ye took out a Jizhou city defense map that he didn't know whether it was true or false, and many people already believed most of it in their hearts.

Originally, I was still curious about what method the High Priest of the Divine Fire Sect used to always get some important information, but it seemed that it was not always provided by this Mr. Ye.

It's just that who is this mysterious Mr. Ye?

Many people had questions in their hearts, but that didn't stop them from looking at Mr. Ye with enthusiasm in their eyes.

None of this may be important to them, they are concerned with the food, money, and beauty they can get after taking the city.

Mr. Ye looked at the greed revealed in the eyes of everyone in the room, and the corners of his mouth rose with an evil smile.

This ruthless Confucian who led the coup d'état in Liangzhou appeared in the Yuzhou rebel army at this time, revealing that a huge conspiracy was quietly brewing.

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Qingzhou, Lingshui County.

In the county government of Lingshui County, Xiao Jiu looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who looked like a literati, and his face was expressionless.

The man who was being looked at by Xiao Jiu was Zhao Fenghui, who had a relationship with Zhou Jin outside Jizhou City, and was talking to Zhou Jin back and forth with each other at this time.

"Lord Xiao, Mr. Zhou, now that Yuzhou has fallen, the thief army is gradually gaining momentum, and it is no longer as strong as before."

"If Jizhou loses, it will be a crisis in Kyoto, and how will Qingzhou, which is difficult to support at that time, deal with it? The ideal of the Tao of dead lips and cold teeth must be understood by adults. ”

Listening to Zhao Fenghui's well-founded words, Xiao Jiu frowned and thought deeply, but his heart was already happy.

This time, Zhao Fenghui came to Lingshui County to purchase artillery and shells on behalf of Jizhou Governor Fu Xia Cheng.

When Zhou Jin went to Kyoto before, he left an artillery cannon in Jizhou, and after seeing the power of the cannon, Xia Cheng was shocked and immediately sent a mission to Lingshui County.

Originally, this was a win-win situation, and Xiao Jiu originally planned to sell a batch of cannons to fund the military.

Now that there are successive civil uprisings in Jizhou, at this time, he wants to ask Jizhou for himself, so he naturally wants to bargain for a good price.

I heard Xiao Jiu say in a deep voice to Zhao Fenghui: "I have the cannon, but Lingshui County is sparsely populated after all, and the Xiao Zi camp is not enough." ”