The summer heat is gradually gone, and the mood of autumn is deepening.

Nanhai Prefecture, outside Ke County.

The endless crops are like a golden ocean. The plump ears of wheat make the farmers smile.

This year is another bumper year.

On the ridge of the field, a large number of guards surrounded Wu Jing, and Xiong Wuwo walked among the fields. Wu Jing bent down from time to time, took a closer look at the wheat, stretched out his hand to pinch the wheat ears, and his smile never broke.

"The wheat in Nanhai Prefecture is ripe this year, and the harvested grain can feed many soldiers. There is no need to transport grain from within the customs, which reduces a lot of trouble for the court."

Wu Jing stood up, turned around and said to Xiong Wuwo.

"That's right." Xiong Wuwo nodded. He had a headache when it came to food. The gang of insects in the court were also procrastinating on his food. The officials exploited him, and the food shipped to him was short of a pound.

It's a normal thing.

Now that Wu Jing is the governor of Liaodong, it is great to be able to transport grain from Nanhai Prefecture to him on the spot.

"Speaking of this matter, I don't know what happened. Ever since the Mongolians went south, Liaodong has been experiencing particularly good weather."

Xiong Wuwo said a little depressed.

"Yes. The weather has been good in Liaodong these years, and there is a bumper harvest almost every year. But it is not the Meng Yuan people who are helping, but Wu Nian."

"He occupied Yingqing Mansion, which is not a big grain-producing mansion. But because of the bumper harvest every year, he rapidly expanded his troops." Wu Jing took a long breath and shook his head.

He is not a superstitious person. But sometimes he has to admit that there seems to be a big hand helping Wu Nian.

Of course, he also admitted that everything Wu Nian got now was obtained with the steel knife in his hand. It was obtained by his unyielding spirit and desperate fighting.

But if things don't go well, Wu Nian may not be able to do it either.

Wu Nian himself was strong enough, and with a little luck, he reached his current scale and became a thief who stole the country.

Thinking of Wu Nian, Wu Jing's good mood was completely ruined. He looked around, waved his hand and said, "Go away."

"Yes." The guard responded and immediately dispersed far away.

"The autumn harvest is over, and we don't have to worry about food anymore. It's time for us to take action." Wu Jing leaned towards Xiong Wuwo and said in a deep voice.

"Um."

Xiong Wuwo nodded without any hesitation. Immediately, the two of them returned to the road, rode their horses and whipped their whips, and galloped back to the General Military Mansion in the city.

Then.

Xiong Wuwo's ​​soldiers took the letter and galloped towards the two county towns of Guangchuan Prefecture.

The topography of Guangchuan Prefecture, Wanghai Mountain is like a pass.

Wu Nian occupied Wanghai Mountain and could stop Xiong Wuwo's ​​80,000-horse infantry with only an elite army of ten thousand households.

In turn, the two county towns occupied by Xiong Wuwo faced the dilemma of being unable to defend themselves.

In order to prevent Wu Nian from robbing the county seat, Xiong Wuwo dispatched two guerrilla generals, each leading 10,000 elite troops, to guard the county seat.

Huping County.

It is close to the sea and surrounded by large plains. It is a major grain-producing county. The city is tall and strong, with a population of 40,000 to 50,000.

On the tower of the majestic city gate, there is a banner with the word "Chu" hanging, fangs and claws spread, like a flying dragon. There are many people coming in and out, and occasionally you can see caravans, as well as wealthy people traveling in carriages with beautiful maids.

His son.

In the city.

Guerrilla General's Mansion, inside the hall.

Guerrilla general Guan Jinhan sat on the main seat, holding Xiong Wuwo's ​​letter in his hand, lowering his head and thinking deeply.

He is thirty-two years old this year. He is in the prime of life. He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a Chinese-character face, a majestic figure, and a formidable momentum. He has a long and eight-foot horse spear, can shoot on horseback, can shoot from left to right, and has extraordinary physical strength.

Among the generals under Xiong Wuwo's ​​command, he is one of the best.

And he is not only brave, but also wise and brave.

"The plan of the general and the governor was very good. It was calculated with intention but not with intention. Our 20,000 elite soldiers joined Long Qie's tens of thousands of soldiers and horses to raid Wu Nian. We won in one battle."

"But in marching operations, there is no 100% success rate. It is said that 90% depends on human planning and 10% depends on God's calculations."

"What should I do if I fail? How should I go back?"

Guan Jinhan shook his head slightly, then asked his soldiers to hold the lamp. He put the letter on the oil lamp and watched it turn into ashes.

"General. General Huang is here." A soldier suddenly walked in and reported.

"Huh?" Guan Jinhan was stunned for a moment, Huang Hu? Why is he here?

Huang Hu is the guerrilla general who guards the remaining city in Guangchuan Prefecture. He is famous for his bravery. After this guy got the news, he rushed to see me?

"Guan Jinhan, here I come."

Without waiting for Guan Jinhan to say anything, Huang Hu walked in from outside and said.

He is tall and strong, his arms are particularly thick and long, like ape arms, his tiger eyes are shining, and he is powerful.

"Go down. Close the door. Send someone to guard outside. No one is allowed to come in without my order." Guan Jinhan looked at Huang Hu, with a look of helplessness on his face, and waved to the soldiers.

"Yes." The soldier responded, immediately turned around and went down, closing the door at the same time.

"How is it? General Xiong has entrusted everything to us this time. When I think that I have the opportunity to kill the Liaodong tiger, I can't help but tremble all over. I can't stop at all. So I hastened to come to you.

"Huang Hu's face turned red as he strode to the Grand Master's chair next to Guan Jinhan and sat down, saying excitedly.

At this time, of course, you can't say anything depressing.

Guan Jinhan's eyes flashed with brilliance, he nodded heavily, and said categorically: "Of course. An opponent like the Liaodong Tigers is a once-in-a-lifetime encounter. This battle will definitely go down in history. Gu Pan Shehuhu is a man."

"Hahahaha. We want to go together. But Wu Nian only has one head. If it's mine, it's not yours. If it's yours, it's not mine. How about we make a bet?"

Huang Hu laughed loudly and heartily. After he stopped laughing, he said happily again.

"Not necessarily. What if Wu Nian was beheaded by Long Qie?" Guan Jinhan shook his head and said.

"If Wu Nian's head is chopped off by Long Qie, then it will be bad luck. Let's assume we are tied. How about a bet or not?" Huang Hu rolled his eyes at first, and then said with great interest.

"What are you betting on?" Guan Jinhan asked.

"If I lose, I will take out the jar of sweet-scented osmanthus wine that I have treasured for thirty years and give it to you." Huang Hu laughed.

"Really?" Guan Jinhan's eyes suddenly lit up. There was too much osmanthus wine. The osmanthus wine in Huang Hu's hand was produced in Shanxi and is a famous wine.

For an alcoholic, it's priceless.

"Of course. My husband's words are as fast as my horse's whip." Huang Hu felt that he was insulted. He raised his head and patted his chest and said. Then he looked at Guan Jinhan and asked: "What about you? You lost. What should you give me?

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"My Xinting knife." After thinking for a moment, Guan Jinhan gritted his teeth, took out the treasured knife and said.

"Good. It's refreshing. The sweet-scented osmanthus brew and the Xinting knife are the same. Wu Nian's head must be mine. The Xinting knife is also mine." Huang Hu clapped his hands and said happily.

"That's not necessarily the case." Guan Jinhan shook his head, raised his head with a smile, and showed a confident look.

If we don't succeed, there's nothing we can do. If we succeed, Wu Nian's head must be mine.
Chapter completed!