The sun has not yet risen and the morning bell has not yet rung.
Li Bing had already packed his luggage and came to the door of the house again, waving to Feng Chen and Lu Liang who had been waiting in the yard.
The two walked into Yan Bing's room silently. Just when they were about to ask what was going on, they saw that Yan Bing had already brought two large jars and stuffed them into the senior brother's arms. He turned around and picked up two more large jars from the corner.
, stuffed it into the arms of the fifteenth senior brother, wiped his hands, and said: "Okay, please help us to move it. Junior sister can't move it alone."
What's inside?
Iron powder, carbon powder, glycerin, nitric acid.
Yan Bing then gently placed Qingxuan on the bed, dug out a box from under the bed, opened it, and saw a long sword that looked exactly like Qingxuan, no matter in size, handle or guard.
The hands all look like they were carved from the same mold.
Just the edge of the sword...,
Yan Bingcang groaned, pulled out the sword from its scabbard, smiled at the hundred-refined steel blade, and then put the sword back into its sheath. Holding two Qingxuan in his hand, he put his luggage on his back and turned around to leave the hospital.
After all, Qingxuan had been "injured" in a collision test with a flintlock gun before.
Although the scars were very shallow and not too serious, Yan Bing knew in his heart what kind of environment he was about to face.
That's a battlefield! It's a Shura field with corpses everywhere and a moment of life and death!
Any trace of fatigue may cost you an unbearable price.
And this "True Qingxuan" has a special meaning to the fifteenth senior brother...
"Here!" Yan Bing went out and stacked the original Qingxuan on the two jars in Lu Liang's arms.
"Qingxuan!??" Lu Liang looked at the second senior sister's sword under his nose with a look of surprise on his face, his voice trembling slightly.
"Give it to me, then junior sister, what do you use it for?" Lu Liang asked with a puzzled look, and then his eyes caught sight of the other Qingxuan in Yan Bing's hand. He thought it was because he was dazzled, so he blinked again.
After confirming again and again, he shouted loudly: "Two Qingxuan!??"
Yan Bing took the lead and walked towards Beicheng of Tongshun County and said without looking back: "I went to a jade shop to polish the handle and hand guard a long time ago, and gave them to Lao Fang of Yingxian Yuan a month ago.
, and asked him to make another one according to Qingxuan’s size. As for this Second Senior Sister’s sword, I think it’s more suitable for you to hold it.”
When Lu Liang heard this, he didn't say much, he just smiled at Yan Bing's back.
After all, they are all senior brothers and sisters who have experienced life and death together several times. No matter how much I say thank you, it will only be a blessing.
The senior brother also looked at Lu Liang's slightly red eyes, and then showed a fatherly smile, and even resisted harming him.
When the three of them arrived at the city gate, the first thing they saw was Li Lingyue, Wang Li, and Zhou Zeng who had been waiting there for a long time. The six of them looked at each other and smiled, then walked out of the city gate together and headed north.
Because two thousand soldiers in linen plainclothes had been waiting five miles north of the city an hour ago.
At this time, this team was more like a caravan than an army...
There was a long queue, pushing hundreds of carts filled with "goods", and in the middle of the queue were more than two hundred empty carts, loosely lined up in a line.
This was specifically stated by Yan Bing. The team must not be too tidy, otherwise it would be self-explosion.
Li Bing specially recruited Zhou Zeng and Wang Li to accompany him. It is precisely because of this kind of caravan that it is most suitable for them to be led by their looks...
Today, the two of them are different from the past. Each of them is dressed in brocade and gorgeous clothes. Zhou Zeng is responsible for playing the role of a cunning young master who has been doing business all year round. Wang Li and Feng Chen are his thugs, Lu Liang is his bookboy, and Li Lingyue and Yan Bing are
She is his maid. She usually sits in the carriage in the motorcade and does not come out easily.
On both sides of the convoy, there were hundreds of soldiers pretending to be servants, and their weapons were the most common long knives.
The group of people arrived at Zhoucun, ten miles away from the capital, and stopped for repairs.
Because they are waiting for someone...or, in other words, waiting for food!
As early as three days ago, Yan Bing had sent someone to send Zhang Zhenghu's "handwritten letter" to Zhou Wancai, a grain merchant in the capital, according to the list of names Zhang Zhenghu had confessed.
Now we have arrived at the agreed upon location, but it is still a little early.
According to Zhang Zhenghu's explanation, the person who came to deliver the food should be a shopkeeper under Zhou Wancai. Each time, he wrote in advance to agree on the time, place and quantity of goods. The other party would then transport the corresponding goods, unload and load the rice and noodles, and wait until the rice noodles were sold.
When they arrived in Beizhen, the two of them divided the spoils afterwards.
After waiting for nearly half an hour, a food team of about 200 people arrived. The leader was a middle-aged man in Chinese clothes. Zhou Zeng stepped forward and answered according to the words Yan Bing had taught him in advance.
Bing was in the carriage and opened the curtains slightly. He looked at the speaker's expression and listened to his tone until the loading and unloading was completed and the man bowed and left. He didn't find anything unusual, and then he slowly put it down.
The curtains.
This is the first level, the starting point.
The next group of teams went all the way north, always looking like a caravan, not in a hurry, not too slow, not arrogant, not impetuous, marching as the sun rose and resting as the sun set. Whichever county they passed through, they dispersed to several inns in the county.
, stay in a hotel, eat and drink, and make repairs.
Even the expenses for different people are strictly in accordance with the specifications of the caravan, and there is no difference at all from the ordinary caravan.
Those who were assigned to be servants were all very happy, staying in hotels, eating and drinking, while those who had been drawn by lot to do coolies had no choice but to consider themselves unlucky, sleep in stables, and eat dry food.
In this way, this team left Gyeonggi without being noticed, crossed three rivers, passed through Jizhou, and passed through Gangcheng.
By the time we reached Panjin, we had been walking for exactly a month, and even the time was almost the same as that of an ordinary caravan.
Along the way, we followed the instructions of the Gyeonggi government office. Every time we arrived at a checkpoint, we directly found the gatekeeper according to the list, and handed over the corresponding silver coins to the secret gate corresponding to the record. Everything was smooth and safe.
Li Bing was also on this journey, memorizing the appearance of each of them, waiting to come back and settle the scores in the future.
But when we arrived in Panjin, we had to camp.
Because going further out is the sphere of influence of the Beizhen clan.
Several important towns in Liaodong, including Liaoyang, Anshan, Liaokou, and Tuhe, have fallen into the hands of the Beizhen people.
The current weather is not yet winter for Gyeonggi, but the sudden drop in temperature caused by the journey north makes it feel like early winter here.
Even on the night they arrived, snowflakes were already falling in Panjin.
As usual, after entering the city, the caravan was divided into hundreds of small teams and stayed in different inns in the county. However, the core members of the team stayed in the same inn with Yan Bing, so that they could discuss the team at night.
’s next move.
"Qihua, now that we are here, where should we go next?" Wu Qidao asked Yan Bing in a deep voice.
This was an order given by Yan Bing before setting off. Along the way, regardless of official position or title, they were only allowed to call each other by the position they played in the caravan, or by their names. If anyone missed a word during the journey, they would be directly called according to military law.
engage in.
"Director Wu, we have now reached the most critical step. My daughter suggests letting the caravan rest for three days before setting off again." Yan Bing responded in a low voice, but with a sneer on his face, he tapped his hand gently.
A place name on the side map.
Liaokou!!!
I'm so sleepy, I'll sleep for an hour and then get up and continue coding. There are three chapters left today.
