Chapter 769: Layout of Jiangnan

The second beacon tower on the left was blocked, and when I touched the beacon tower, I suddenly discovered that the three-story beacon tower was surrounded by gullies and piles of gravels. It was easy to find the rocks and rubbles.

The sharp edge of the edge cut his clothes. When several comrades arrived in the dark, they were responsible for capturing the second left and climbing hard in the pile of gravels.

There were piles of rocks on a slope, and dozens of elite soldiers were like big bats with wings spreading, climbing hard, and the bloodstains left along the way were shocking. The nearby beacon towers succeeded one after another and called secret codes, leaving only the trouble on the second left.

From time to time, comrades came to observe the situation of the war. When they saw the pile of blood-stained rocks in front of them, they swallowed their saliva.

After the war, such tragic wars were inevitably recorded and passed down forever.

From Liaodong to Guangdong, the Han Society, which was becoming more and more prosperous in Nanjing, wrote books and biography for the twenty-two warriors of the Jialing River, compiled into a slogan and sang. The twenty-two warriors of the Jialing River became famous all over the world. The Han Society, under the instruction of Macheng, was naturally

It has some functions of the propaganda machine in later generations. With the war in Sichuan and Shaanxi, the plan to enter the pass to fight for the people's hearts is also in full swing, and the Han Society is an important part of it.

Since its establishment, the Han Society has been a scattered and all-inclusive community. Now it has published books, compiled stories, and romance operas in various parts of Nanjing and Yangzhou, and occupied public opinion positions such as Imperial College, restaurants and teahouses in an orderly manner. Storyteller, famous prostitutes in Qinhuai, do not talk about it.

Storytelling and not singing about talented men and beautiful women, they have changed to the war in the southwest. Taking Nanjing as an example, from the Duke of the State to the people in the city, everyone is excited about the war in the southwest. Even the Qinhuai Painting Boat and a group of romantic celebrities gradually turn toward

Han Society is a member of the Donglin Party organization who is in the reunion of the Han Society.

The Liao army faithfully implemented the military law that did not disturb the people or hurt the people, and fought against the bandits in the southwest.

The Han Society was in the prosperous place in Jiangnan, the Donglin Party and the scholars' base camp stirred up storms and launched a large-scale public opinion offensive to fight for the people's hearts even more fiercely.

Hanzhong, the head of the Liao king.

The lantern was not sleeping all night, and the lights were brightly lit. Ma Cheng handed over the secret message from Fang Shihong from Nanjing to Ni Yuanlu, the female middle school bachelor, and the beautiful beauty Wang Yue into her sleeves and hid it. This Jiangnan courtesan knows how to please men the most.

I wrote a private message in a thousand twists and turns, and I was so sad that I was acting more and more capable. Now Nanjing Han Society is dominated by Wang Yue and Fang Shihong as the auxiliary, and there are no taboos in acting with the Duke's Mansion.

The female middle school bachelor gathered a group of storytellers, famous prostitutes in Qinhuai, and fought a fierce public opinion war.

Don’t underestimate the influence of famous prostitutes in Qinhuai and famous writers in this era. Liu Jingting, who talks about Water Margin, is famous. Now he has changed to the war in the southwest and is a frequent visitor to the nobles in Nanjing. The Eight Beauty of Qinhuai,

He was a historical figure who was familiar to everyone in later generations. He was the outstanding figure among the three religions and the most powerful influence among the people in the market.

In Fushe, scholars are arrogant and shout empty slogans every day. How can we understand the sufferings of the people?

Ma Cheng put away Wang Yue's private message, and his heart felt a little numb. He had some longing for the prosperous and beautiful land of Jiangnan. It was time to plan for Jiangnan. Ma was sure to win this public opinion war, and secretly instructed Wang Yue and Fang Shihong.

Using these sharp methods, the Nanjing Han Society is now expanding day by day like a snowball, and the Han Society has almost no power to resist.

Ni Yuanlu looked at Fang Shihong's secret letter and chuckled: "Young Master Fang is quite a bit stingy in his actions."

Ma Cheng couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "A playboy."

Ni Yuanlu couldn't help laughing when she remembered Fang Shihong's image as a playboy holding a folding fan with his nostrils facing the sky. However, she secretly praised the King of Liao for his actions and said nothing. He said that he wanted to enter the pass to fight for the people's hearts, that was to really fight for the people's hearts.

It’s a great misfortune for this noble to take one step in his life, to see three steps, and to be full of wisdom. It is a great misfortune for these heroes and heroes who are rare in the world to fight against him.

"There are talents in the country and the country have emerged for hundreds of years."

Macheng was looking forward to the prosperity of Jiangnan, and his heart was filled with a sense of prosperity and chanted softly.

Ni Yuanlu's eyes lit up and she slapped the table and praised: "Good sentence!"

Ma Cheng's old face was still unchanged. He had already done a good job of plagiarizing poems from later generations, so he thought about replying to Wang Yue and choosing a masterpiece to coax her. This female middle school bachelor is beautiful.

He worked hard and made great contributions, but he had to tie her up, and he was worried that she would be missed. Ding Wenchao's Military Information Department and Weichao's Inter-Search Department had a large number of people in Jiangnan. It was logical that there would be no chaos, but it was difficult to protect it.

Wang Yue's pretty face that was still singular and charming, appeared in his mind. After all, he couldn't feel at ease. With a low shout, he ordered someone to find Ding Wenchao.

Late at night, in the heavily guarded tower.

Ma Cheng thought for a while and finally said in a deep voice: "Wenchao, you go to Nanjing to visit the Duke of the People in person, bring more gifts, and be strong in your hands, so there is no need to rush back."

Ding Wenchao understood and bowed, and said vaguely: "Young Master, we are all in trouble and we are going to die."

Ma Cheng raised his eyelids, and a cold light flashed away, and he hummed, "If he doesn't come to provoke you, why are you going to provoke him?"

Ding Wenchao followed Ma Cheng for many years and naturally understood the young master's intentions well. He had to understand this in reverse. It would be fine if the people in Fushe didn't come to provoke him. If he had any wrong thoughts about Wang Yue, then it would be no wonder Ding.

If you are black and you are going to death, you have to listen to the opposite.

He replied to Wang Yue with a letter, asking her to be careful in everything, so he handed it over to Ding Wenchao to take it to Nanjing.

Late at night, in Hanzhong, the army of Shu Road was mobilized by people shouting and horses neighing, and the innermost body was quiet again.

When he asked Ding Wenchao to take people to Nanjing for business, Ni Yuanlu's eyelids twitched when she heard this. He knew that this prosperous place in Jiangnan would soon start a fuss.

Jiangnan is a holy place for scholars all over the world. It’s a big camp. It’s so great to be upset. Ni Yuanlu was a little expectant in her heart, and she felt very happy. Jiangnan is a prosperous place but it’s also chaotic. If she could sweep away the haze and swelling, she would go here.

It's not bad that the cancer that has been pressed on the head of the Ming Dynasty for two hundred years.

"Whoever is not in a storm and rain, the clouds that are guarding open will see the sun and the moon."

Ni Yuanlu was slightly surprised and chuckled, "Does Your Highness also like to read Water Margin?"

Ma Cheng's old face turned red and he passed by vaguely. He thought that this poem was originally from Water Margin? It was a little embarrassed. He praised the words in the heart. The vitality of the classics in the vernacular is really tenacious. A poem in the Romance of the vernacular can even flow into the fragrance.

For hundreds of generations, I could not instruct the Han Society to create some scripts that praise the loyalty and courage of the Liao army soldiers, and have been passed down from generation to generation.

Late at night, on the Jialing River.

Twenty-two elite soldiers crawled for half an hour, and everyone was covered in bruises. They rose from the rocks and hills, attacked the beacon tower with powerful crossbows, climbed up to the heights to control the commanding heights everywhere. A few short sounds were tragic.
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