There is no intelligence system and cannot give any immediate information.

But through these far-reaching and thoughtful documents, Hong Fan still gained a lot.

[The previous king of Huaiyang had three sons.

More than 20 years ago, the eldest son and the second son died of a violent illness.

The king of Huaiyang was grief-stricken and soon died.

His youngest son, Feng, who was only six years old, inherited the throne by will. 】

[Feng Clan's Martial Saint "Qiankun Alone" Feng Ye collapsed in the seventh year of Hongjing (forty-four years ago) and was buried on the top of Yunshan Mountain behind the royal capital Yunlan City.

From then on, Yunshan is surrounded by the wind all the year round, and it is named Fengyunding.

The storm disasters in Huaiyang are also becoming more and more frequent. 】

Summarizing the information of the second department, Hong Fan returned to Asahi Mansion.

The courtyard is deep, and the endless summer is in full bloom.

The door of the study was open, and Shen Hong stood outside the courtyard with a knife.

Hong Fan sat in silence surrounded by the chirping of cicadas, sorting out the framework for the operation.

Yesterday he talked with Xu Guinian, who mentioned the suffering of the people of Huaiyang, and the nobles of the court and China could not sit idly by.

This may not be true, but it must not be true.

More than a year has passed since the defense of Jinhai City, and the Hong family's hard work has not been able to exchange for the title of General Fengguo.

Since the imperial court doesn't care about the people of Jinhai, it naturally doesn't care much about the people of Huaiyang.

Speaking of which, it is nothing more than the words "reclaim the feudal country and centralize power".

Hong Fan carefully considered and set two outlines.

[First, there is a fundamental difference in purpose between me and the imperial court and even the Zhangwu Academy, and we must not make naïve mistakes. 】

[Second, I need to maintain my independence after going south - it is not my ability to form a rebel army or even shelter one side, and if I don't measure myself, I will only carry a moral burden and fall into a quagmire. 】

After that, he set an "evacuation trigger" that must be executed once triggered.

[First, Kazama is out of customs. 】

[Second, he was targeted by the master of Yuan Magnetism. 】

Under the display of the four items, Hong Fan was a little determined.

At lunch, he first explained to Aunt Liu and Shen Hong, and then went to look for Hong Pan after dinner, and finally went to the city in the afternoon to walk enlightened.

When all things have been explained, the setting sun has burned on the horizon, and it will burn out the day.

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The night passed.

The day is revived at sunrise.

Early in the morning, Hong Fan changed into the most simple white cotton robe, and after having breakfast with his family, he walked out of the city.

He didn't say goodbye to his teammates on the second team, didn't have to go through any formalities, and didn't even bring a red flag.

And today, the Tiger Eater is far inferior to his own mobility, and his combat power is even better than nothing.

When the sun rose from the east to the zenith, Hong Fan arrived at the southern border of Liangzhou.

Calibrate the direction and take off again in a southwesterly direction.

The Huaiyang Tianfeng Army strictly controlled the border, and it was difficult to communicate with each other inside and outside.

In addition, the form of the rebel army is changeable, and the intelligence of the Zhangwu Yuan is not reliable enough.

Hong Fan chose the first foothold of Huaiyang Country as Niutou Mountain in Pang County.

He brought a token from the relatives of the leaders of the rebels there, hoping to exchange some kindness.

Half an hour later, Hong Fan saw Niutou Mountain.

Two peaks rise up, and a U-shaped col is connected in the middle, which looks like a bull's head.

The veins of the earth and stone are covered with luxuriant plants.

Condescendingly, the crowded places in the mountains are clearly set off by the green.

The sparse bungalows and stockades are like clusters of fungi.

For the sake of caution and respect, Hong Fan landed at the foot of the mountain and walked up the mountain.

Halfway up the mountain, a small stronghold like a tea shop lies on the side of the road.

Hong Fan glanced at it and saw that there were six people inside and outside - their complexions were not bad, and they all had some tendons and meat.

Freshly picked firewood was piled up on the side of the road, and a young man with the most immature face sat cross-legged to drill wood for a fire, and a thin, haired, bloodied rabbit was stuck in a twig.

He was sweating on his forehead and looked like he wasn't on fire.

Hong Fan observed for a moment, and then walked by.

The leader of the six noticed him.

"Who?"

A loud shout, with a thick country accent.

The shop was tense inside and out.

Six people quickly gathered around, armed with two knives and four guns.

The knife was made of iron with a little rust.

The guns were all bamboo poles with no metal at all.

"Where did you come from?"

The leader of the road blocked the road and asked, in a local language that he did not understand.

"I'm from out of town."

Hong Fan guessed the meaning and replied in official words.

"You belong to the Deshou Army, I want to see your leader."

Of course, he wore his worst clothes.

But that dusty white dress is already a first-class eye-catcher here.

"The big boss is what he says he will see?"

The leading man shouted.

"What are you carrying in your baggage, open it and take a look!"

He rolled his eyes and raised the knife in his hand as he spoke.

Hong Fan sighed softly.

Raise your hand and shoot a fire cloud palm.

When the angry sound dissipated, the firewood pile more than ten meters away was already burning.

Sweat immediately broke out on the foreheads of the six.

"You, don't mess around."

The leading man swallowed.

"We're better than you......"

He emboldened himself.

Hong Fan waved his hand indifferently.

"I've made a fire for you, so send someone out to help me lead the way."

He said.

This time, no one dared to refuse.

Soon after, the young man who couldn't make a fire led Hong Fan over the mountainside with his head down.

The remaining five people gathered around the fire and began to roast rabbits.

The road into the mountain took more than half an hour before the two of them arrived at the place.

Neat wheat terraces stretch from the valley floor to the middle of the mountain.

A settlement was attached to it, about a few thousand people smaller, not the largest in this area, but it happened to step on the vital point that the large group of people must pass in and out.

The outermost part of the stockade is a parapet wall of yellow mud and stones.

Half-against the wall, there were several sheepfolds surrounded by old sticks.

Sheep are not fattened.

The people in the village are thinner than the sheep.

Walking here, the young man handed Hong Fan to the leather armor-clad sentry and whispered a few words in the local dialect.

There are some words like "fire" and "martial arts".

Further in, there is a yellow mud road with a large drop, and a few stones in the open area......

There is a wooden courtyard in the innermost part of the village, the main building has two floors, and the bungalows on the side resemble a mansion.

An elderly woman was howling loudly in the courtyard, probably accusing someone of stealing her family's belongings.

Shen Shizheng (four o'clock in the afternoon), Hong Fan met the main owner on the second floor of the main building.

The leader of the rebels, Gan Deshou, and his three bodyguards.

All four were clad in armor and armed with swords.

This is a basic respect for troubled times.

"I heard that Your Excellency is coming from the north?"

Gan Deshou sat down in the main seat and looked at Hong Fan who was sitting on the side with cautious eyes.

This north obviously refers to Liangzhou.

Hong Fan nodded, took out a finger-sized wooden carved bodhisattva from his baggage, and handed it over.

Gan Deshou took it, and his face changed in an instant.

"They're in your hands?"

He asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, everything is fine with them, and they have withdrawn to Xijing with those from the Five Elements Gate."

Hong Fan replied.

When Gan Deshou heard this, his expression softened.

"It turned out that Gan's benefactor had arrived!"

He invited Hong Fan to take a seat, and gave him another look, and then tea was presented.

(End of chapter)