In the early morning, the morning light enveloped Taiping City.
"Bitch bitch slave!"
"Who the hell stole Yeye's underpants!"
"Grass mud horse! Yeah, do you know that you are a rotten crotch? You are so damn waiting for a rotten bird!"
"Husband, yesterday that man said that doing business together can make a fortune, and today he can give you two cents in interest. Where is he?"
"Prodigal women, they must be liars!"
"Someone was robbed!"
"Zhao Laowu was robbed and stabbed to death. It was bloody!"
The day begins in Sin City.
When Yang Xuan entered the city, he saw a chaotic scene.
"I've seen the Ming Dynasty."
Everyone salutes.
Yang Xuan suddenly felt like going home.
This city depends on his protection, and these people depend on his protection.
At this moment, everyone returned to his Taiping City.
"I've met Lang Jun, this..." Cao Ying and others were a little surprised when they saw the tired old thief and Wang Laoer.
"Attacked on the road."
Yi Niang came over after hearing the news and couldn't help but get angry when she saw this.
"Deploy the army to clear it up."
Now that the five hundred criminals have some appearance, Yi Niang has enough confidence.
"It's the Vashe tribe."
Yang Xuan sat down.
"Waxiebu..." Yi Niang: "..."
The power of Vashebu left everyone present speechless.
"But this revenge must be avenged."
Cao Ying looked like a gentleman and was thinking of a poisonous plan.
Yi Niang stood up and said distressedly: "Look at my second brother, his face is dark. One of those sheep should die."
"That's because he is lazy. He hasn't washed his face in two days!" Yang Xuan said with a dark face, "Yiniang, they can't eat mutton."
"It's edible." Wang Laoer looked at Yang Xuan eagerly.
"No!" Yi Niang also realized, "That's a hair product. Okay, okay, I'll go get a chicken and stew it to replenish the old thief and the second child."
"I want chicken legs!" Wang Laoer shouted loudly.
"Go wash your face first, or you'll break your legs!"
Yi Niang stepped out, Cao Ying said with a gloomy face: "Mr. Lang, sooner or later this account will have to be paid back!"
"Sooner or later?" Yang Xuan said coldly: "Seize the day!"
"Then... send troops?" Cao Ying felt that this was not a good idea.
With the strength of Yang Xuan's command, taking the initiative to send troops to attack the Waxie tribe would be a loss of lives.
Yang Xuan tapped the table and said calmly: "There has been less rain recently."
"Yes!" Cao Ying nodded.
"The sky is dry and things are dry." Yang Xuan's eyes became more serious, "Be careful of the candle!"
Cao Ying's body was shaken, "Arson?"
"Wrong, this is an asymmetric attack!" Yang Xuan said calmly: "By the way, give Hua Zhuo a fire."
Singing came from the headphones.
"You are like a fire in autumn..."
This song is good.
Then Zhuque's voice became deeper, "A fire on the mountain makes the director fall in love with me."
Nan He entered Taiping City at this moment.
"Where did it come from?"
the sergeant shouted.
Nan He glanced at the city gate and shook his head slightly.
The strength of the two sergeants was too weak. Once someone made a surprise attack, they would be easily broken through.
He slowly walked out of the gate and suddenly noticed the sound of armor scraping behind the city gate.
This is using two sergeants as bait. If there is really a surprise attack, the soldiers behind the city gate will be there in an instant.
Whose handiwork is this?
Does Lang Jun still have generals in his hands?
"Come to Chenzhou to join the army?" The sergeant looked at him and asked, "Do you have any acquaintances?"
"Yes!" Nan He nodded.
The sergeant asked: "Who?"
"Mr. Lang is Yang Mingfu."
The sergeant took a step back and said, "Someone wants to see Mingfu."
Behind the city gate, an armored soldier came out, holding the handle of the knife in his hand, staring at Nan He with sharp eyes, "Untie the knife."
Nanhe removed his sword, and two soldiers led him in one after the other.
There were people standing on both sides of the street.
They all looked at Nan He with strange eyes.
Except for supplies and messengers from the state, no outsiders come here.
Nan He felt a little uncomfortable with these looks.
An old man walked over slowly, his eyes were cloudy and almost dull.
What's the meaning?
Nan He was about to speak.
The old man touched him gently.
Boom!
He fell straight to the ground.
"Killed someone!"
A young boy rushed over screaming, "Ah, Ah, Ah!"
Nan He: "..."
He raised his hand in confusion, "I didn't touch him."
"You killed someone."
"Hey! I saw it really, that hit was pretty hard!"
The onlookers looked sympathetic.
"I didn't hit it!"
Nan He raised his hand innocently.
"It's not why you..."
A sergeant turned around and cursed: "They are guests from the Ming Dynasty. They have all stopped."
Whoosh!
The old man blinked and got up, looking as if nothing had happened.
The boy's tears miraculously stopped and he still sniffed.
Nan He: "..."
Where have I come?
Yang Xuan was listening to Cao Ying's report on the situation in the city.
"Food is a little boring, but you can get through it by tightening your belt..."
"Ming Mansion." Hu Zhang came in, "Someone came and said he came to seek refuge with Mr. Lang."
who?
Baodong?
Yang Xuan laughed dumbly, feeling that he had thought too much, "Let him do it."
Later, Nan He came.
Cao Ying, who was standing on one side, shook her body and slowly raised her hands, with countless emotions in her eyes.
Nan He looked straight at Yang Xuan and walked in slowly.
Plop!
Nan He knelt down with tears streaming down his face, "Mr. Lang!"
Cao Ying's eyes were also red, and Hu Zhang resigned knowingly.
Cao Ying leaned over and said: "Lang Jun, he is a guard, from Yang Lue's side."
"Get up." Yang Xuan stood up and went over to help Nan He up.
These are his team members who honor the emperor's legacy.
"This journey has been difficult, thank you for your hard work."
Nan He wiped away tears and said, "Those brothers have always dreamed of meeting Mr. Lang. I am extremely happy at this moment."
Yi Niang also came out after hearing the news.
"Nan He?"
"Yiniang!"
When the two met, they were filled with sadness and emotion.
Nan He talked about the situation in Southern Zhou.
"More than twenty guards and fifty orphans."
Yang Xuan nodded, "You should rest first and wait until I come back."
Nan He's arrival alleviated Yang Xuan's embarrassing situation of having no generals under his command, but at this moment he still had to travel alone.
"Where are you going, Mr. Lang?"
"Go and set fire to it."
Is Lang Jun responsible for arson? Nan He was angry, "Is there no one who can serve Lang Jun?"
Cao Ying pointed to the side.
The old thief and Wang Laoer were watching the fun, one looked tired and the other looked stupid.
Why are there just these few people? Nan He: "..."
Cao Ying said happily: "Our...what did Mr. Lang say? Our team has expanded again."
…
After entering autumn, the grassland became quiet.
As the saying goes, autumn is high and horses are fat, it is the time to go to war.
But Hua Zhuo had no such plan.
"The Tang Dynasty is still strong, and the Northern Liao Dynasty is ready to make a move, but they only dare to continue to harass and dare not attack with a large army. Let's see for now."
Hua Zhuo suppressed his subordinates' eagerness to move.
More than a dozen little leaders were filled with regrets. Someone said: "Khan, when will we be able to set foot on the Central Plains?"
"It's a horse trampling Chenzhou!" Another person said disdainfully: "Even Northern Liao didn't dare to take action, how dare we as a tribe do it?"
"Well said!" Hua Zhuo glanced at this person and clenched his right fist.
The curtain moved and Wahai came in wearing a bamboo hat and bare feet.
His clothes were in tatters and blood stains could be seen on his body.
Hua Zhuo stood up, a stern look flashed in his eyes, "Who hurt you? Go gather the troops and go quickly!"
More than a dozen little leaders bowed in response.
"No."
Wahai shook his head, "Wait and get out."
Hua Zhuo stamped his feet, "Medical doctor, doctor!"
He helped Wahai sit down, his eyes filled with murderous intent, "Who did this?"
Wahai said softly: "I went to intercept Yang Xuan and others. There was a fool beside him. The fool had good cultivation. The three of them were brave and not afraid of death. I was slightly injured. Brother, that young county magistrate would rather die than retreat.
, is a man."
Hua Zhuo gritted his teeth and said: "Man? When I break through Taiping, I will cut him into pieces!"
Wahai smiled, "I was just careless. If the Tang army's scouts hadn't arrived, I would have killed those three people on the spot. You don't have to worry..."
Hua Zhuo said angrily: "You have been like this since you were a child. You are neither impatient nor impetuous. You bear the blame when I make mistakes, and you don't say anything when I am beaten. You...are you trying to impatient me to death?"
Wahai's eyes became gentler, "When I was young, my family was in a difficult situation. You were hungry, but you coaxed me to eat the food you saved. Later, I secretly saw you looking for grass roots to eat when you were hungry..."
Hua Zhuo was startled, and then said a little embarrassedly: "How many years have passed, why are you talking about this?"
At this time, the doctor came in, and after an inspection he said: "The wounds are all scarred, and they are not serious."
Hua Zhuo looked at the map gloomily.
"There are all prisoners in Taiping City, but there are only fifty sergeants. If they attack, they can be defeated with one blow."
Wahai shook his head, "I don't understand this, but I do know that once a large army attacks, the Tang people will definitely roar."
"The autumn is high and the horse is fat." Hua Zhuo's eyes were full of ambition.
He spent the next few days reviewing the troops.
"Practice!"
Hua Zhuo wore a large cloak and waved gently. He wore several rings inlaid with precious stones on his fingers, which sparkled in the sun.
Just three miles away, two sneaky men dismounted.
"This area is good. The wind is blowing from the north at the moment." Yang Xuan tested the wind direction and was very satisfied.
Nan He traveled with him for the first time and carefully observed his surroundings.
"Lang Jun, can't these grasses burn?"
Nan He pinched the withered grass and shook his head.
"That's because you haven't seen grassland fire."
"Mr. Lang, have you seen him before?"
"certainly."
Suzaku's voice came from the earphones, "Grassland fires are divided into rapidly advancing surface fires and steady-moving surface fires. Steady-moving surface fires cause the most damage..."
Yang Xuan took out a can of kerosene, took a look at the settlement, and poured the oil according to the wind direction...
The two of them went around in a big circle, and it was half an hour after they finished their work.
"Light the fire quickly."
Yang Xuan and Nan He lit the huozhezi, ran towards both sides, and quickly lit the fires one by one.
The flames rose and then began to spread.
Gradually, the line of fire turned into a half-moon shape, advancing towards the royal court in the distance.
Nan He stared dumbfounded as the inconspicuous fire slowly spread forward under the blow of the north wind.
The speed of flame propulsion is very slow, but extremely stable.
"Let's go!" Yang Xuan knew that if they didn't leave, Hua Zhuo would become angry and chase them to the end of the world.
"It's on fire!"
Someone discovered the fire here.
The royal court was shocked.
The fire burned for two days before being extinguished by a rare autumn rain.
"The royal court has been burned down, and those people are worried about how they will survive the winter this year."
Yang Xuan, who has returned to Taiping safely, received the latest news.
Nan He glanced at him and thought that Yang Lue was still worried about Lang Jun's immaturity, but looking at the method of arson, it was clear that... the old thief was not as experienced as him.
But how did the gentleman learn these experiences?
Mostly when I was a kid...
Thinking of how much frustration Lang Jun had suffered since he was a child, Nan He couldn't help but regret that he had not suggested killing the Yang Ding family.
Cao Ying came in, nodded to him slightly, and then reported:
"Lang Jun, the news that the Waxie Department learned that Lang Jun went to Lin'an was not leaked by Jiang Zhen."
"Then let's hold off for now." Yang Xuan squinted his eyes, "It's interesting, who could it be?"
