Returning to the county government office, the high chair became Mao Wenlong's commanding position. Mao Wenlong occupied it, Wang Yining and the county magistrate stood on both sides, and then there were the subordinate officials at all levels in the county, and the businessmen and gentry did not leave either.

, and stood respectfully outside the lobby. They did not want to participate in this embarrassing meeting, but were really concerned about the future war.

The White Lotus Sect rebelled, and countless believers followed suit. They were all poor people, and they had long had hatred for the wealthy families. The hatred of the rich was natural among the poor people.

And this kind of mentality combined with the sudden use of force among the killers, they immediately broke out without any scruples, and the anger in their hearts was already rising to the sky. With the mentality of revenge on the gentry and the society, what the rebels did this time

It was like locusts passing through the border. Countless aristocratic families died in a blink of an eye, and all the cities and villages they passed were destroyed.

The overwhelming number of rebels, who claim to be one million, have already marched towards Yanggu County. Yanggu County is in danger. If Yanggu County is not saved, everyone will be wiped out. Their interests are related, and their lives are hanging by a thread. Why don't these people be trembling? Hope

Get the above news as soon as possible.

If this Mao Wenlong can resist resolutely here, everyone is willing to contribute money and effort. If the army and the army are willing to give up, everyone can only give up hundreds of years of accumulation of family property and flee to other places with the young and old. As for the homeland, it is difficult to leave the ancestral property.

, life is important, everything else is nonsense.

As soon as Mao Wenlong sat down on the chair, the county magistrate Wu Liangzhu immediately took out a thick list from his sleeve and put his hands respectfully on the table in front of Mao Wenlong: "Shuai Mao is new, in order to protect the little boy

The county was not massacred by the rebels, and the whole county was filled with gratitude. They specially prepared some money and food to reward the army, and I asked the commander to accept it."

Mao Wenlong leaned over and took it, unfolding it in front of the county magistrate. There were many gifts, ranging from clothes, shoes, hats, cloth, to wine, pigs and sheep, and finally money and food. Mao Wenlong specifically paid attention to the issue of money and food: "Ten thousand silver

Two, two thousand shi of japonica rice." Mao Wenlong was quite satisfied with this amount, and then nodded with a smile: "It is disrespectful, and I deserve it. I will thank you with my soldiers." Then he put the gift list at hand.

Such an unceremonious acceptance made Wang Yining smile evilly in his heart: "As long as you accept it, you will not be able to escape the charge of plundering private wealth and bullying the local people. When this war is over, let's see how I intervene in your death."

So countless scenes of Mao Wenlong dying tragically unfolded in his mind, and Wai Wai was in a happy mood.

Mao Wenlong didn't care about Wang Yining's dark psychology at all, and asked the county magistrate kindly: "Old parents, don't we have a health center in our county? Why don't we see adults from thousands of households coming to answer Mao? According to the instructions from above, now Yanggu County

Qianhu Guardhouse has been placed under my jurisdiction, why haven't you come to see me so long?"

The county magistrate hurriedly stepped forward again and reported back: "The war ahead is urgent, and this city is shocked three times a day. Therefore, Master Qianhu is currently in the city reorganizing the guardsmen. I will send someone to find him now."

Mao Wenlong quickly said: "Old parents, please hurry up, I'll wait for him here."

So the county magistrate quickly sent a government official to look for Qian Hu on the street.

While waiting for someone, Mao Wenlong carefully inquired about the current situation of the enemy. He didn't blame the county magistrate for asking questions that he didn't know. He was just a bookworm. Asking these questions was like playing the harp to an ox. Since the ox doesn't understand the harp, there is no need.

Take that effort.

Just as he was talking, there was a sound of footsteps outside the yamen. The head of the third shift led a wretched and shrunken man in. Mao Wenlong looked up and saw that this man was not tall and burly in stature. He looked like a small landowner from a banker.

, wearing a helmet on his head, the red tassel on the helmet has long since rotted, and the half of the armor on his body is also rusty, and it seems to be very fat, obviously passed down from his ancestors, but his father looked extremely powerful back then.

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This person came to the door of the lobby, first nodded and bowed to the gentry outside the door, then hesitantly stepped one foot into the threshold, then turned to the side, and knelt down directly at the door.

Finally, without looking up, he kowtowed directly there: "I have met all the great masters."

Mao Wenlong frowned. Is this still a military commander? Is this still a Qianhu of the Prefectural Guard? He didn't even dare to address him as an official, but he directly called him "little one". He had obviously forgotten his responsibilities.

But it can also be seen from this point, to what extent this Lord Qianhu was bullied by the civil servants here?

There was no anger in his heart, only pity, so he said kindly: "General Qianhu, please rise and come forward to talk to me."

Being called General Qianhu, this man was unmoved. I wonder if he really forgot his original position, or the person who came to him kicked him in the head: "General Wu, Marshal Mao asked you to

Come forward and answer, and hurry over."

At this moment, he suddenly realized that he was a dignified Qianhu General and a fifth-rank court official.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel miserable in my heart. I quickly got up and came to Mao Wenlong, standing upright with my hands down.

"Let me ask you, how many soldiers do the guards have now? How are their equipment and equipment? How much are their military supplies and rations?"

As a result, Mao Wenlong was disappointed. This Qianhu adult also had no clue about anything and looked at a loss.

"Isn't there anyone here who knows the situation?" Mao Wenlong asked in pain, covering his face.

"This subordinate is not talented, but he knows a few things." At this time, a high-pitched voice answered outside the door, and Mao Wenlong raised his head happily: "Hurry up and come in to answer."

As soon as he finished speaking, there were loud footsteps outside the door, and a rough man strode in. He had no helmet or armor on his body, but he was just dressed up. Although his clothes were patched one after another, they were washed cleanly.

, a pair of straw sandals on his feet were covered with mud, which surprised Mao Wenlong.

Mao Wenlong asked in confusion: "Who are you? Why do you call yourself a subordinate?"

The visitor loudly reported: "Wu Yong, Deputy Qianhu of the Guard Station under my subordinates, because of the rebellion, I knew that I had the responsibility to defend the territory, so I ran around for a while. Yesterday, Lord Qianhu reorganized the guard station, so I participated in it, so

I know a little bit about it.”

Mao Wenlong really didn't expect that this coolie turned out to be Deputy Qianhu. Seeing him like this, he was really miserable. But at this time, he finally caught someone who knew the situation, so he didn't care about it and asked quickly: "

What is the enemy's situation now? Where have the rebels arrived? How many men and horses are there in the guard station? Are the swords, guns and equipment still complete? Is it possible to fight? "

Wu Yong handed over his hand: "A few days ago, my subordinates went out of the city to the south to explore the enemy's situation, and discovered that Xu Ni's rebels had arrived at the Yellow River Ferry at Zhaoyandui, Taiqian County."

"How many men and horses do they have?"

Wu Yong pondered for a while: "There are about one hundred thousand, but they are just a mob and there is no military organization or training."

"Is there any action?"
Chapter completed!