The sun has not yet risen, and the morning bell has not yet ringed.
Yan Bing had packed his luggage and came to the door of the house again, waved to Feng Chen and Lu Liang who had been waiting in the yard.
The two of them walked into Yan Bing's room silently. Just as they were about to ask something, they saw that Yan Bing had already brought two big jars and stuffed them into the eldest brother's arms. They turned around and picked up two big jars from the corner of the wall, stuffed them into the 15th brother's arms, dusted their hands, and said, "Okay, please help me move them. The junior sister can't move them alone."
What is inside?
Iron powder, toner, glycerin, nitric acid.
Yan Bing then gently placed Qingxuan on the bed, took out a box from the bottom of the bed, opened it, and saw a long sword that looked exactly the same as Qingxuan. Whether it was the size, the handle or the handguard, it looked like a mold carved.
Just the sword edge...
Yan Bing pulled out the scabbard, smiled at its sword body that was sophisticated by steel, then returned to the scabbard, holding two Qingxuan in his hand, carrying a bag on his back, Yan Bing turned around and was discharged from the hospital.
After all, Qingxuan was "injured" in the collision test with the flintlock rifle before.
Although the scars are very shallow and not too serious, Yan Bing knew in his heart what kind of environment he was going to face.
There is a battlefield! It is a Shura field with corpses everywhere, a moment of life and death!
Any trace of burnout may cost you an unbearable price.
And this "Zhen Qingxuan" has special significance for Senior Brother 15...
"Give it!" Yan Bing put the original Qingxuan onto the two jars in Lu Liang's arms after leaving the door.
"Qingxuan!?" Lu Liang looked at the second senior sister's sword under her nose with surprise, his voice trembling slightly.
"Give it to me, what are you using, junior sister?" Lu Liang asked with confusion, then glanced at another Qingxuan hand in Yan Bing's hand. He thought he was dazzled, so he quickly blinked again. After confirming it again, he shouted loudly: "Two Qingxuan handfuls!??"
Yan Bing took the lead and walked towards the north city of Tongshun County, saying without looking back: "I have been looking for a jade shop to polish the handle and handguards. A month ago, I handed it to Lao Fang of Yingxian Academy and asked him to build another one according to Qingxuan's size. As for this second senior sister's sword, I think it is more suitable for you to hold it."
When Lu Liang heard this, he didn't say much, but just smiled at Yan Bing's back.
After all, they are all brothers and sisters who have experienced several life and death together. If they say thank you, they will be overwhelmed.
The eldest brother also looked at Lu Liang's slightly red eyes and then showed a fatherly smile, but he actually held back and didn't hurt him.
The three of them came to the city gate and saw Li Lingyue, Wang Li, Zhou Zeng, who had been waiting there for a long time, and 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 plainclothed clothes were waiting five miles north of the city a while ago.
At this time, this team was more like a caravan than the army...
A long line was pushing hundreds of carts full of "cargo". There were more than two hundred empty carts in the middle of the line, loosely lined up.
This was specifically explained by Yan Bing. The team must not be too neat, otherwise it would be self-destructive.
The Zhou Zeng and Wang Li whom Yan Bing specially found were accompanied by this caravan, which was most suitable for them to lead the team...
The two of them are different today. Each of them is wearing brocade clothes. Zhou Zeng is responsible for playing a cunning young master who has been doing business all year round. Wang Li and Feng Chen are his thugs, Lu Liang is his book boy, while Li Lingyue and Yan Bing are his maids. They usually sit in the carriage in the convoy and don't come out easily.
On both sides of the convoy were hundreds of soldiers pretending to be servants, and their weapons were the most common long swords.
The group walked to Zhoucun ten miles away from the capital and paused to repair it.
Because they are waiting for people... or rather, waiting for food!
As early as three days ago, Yan Bing had already sent someone to deliver Zhang Zhenghu's "handwritten letter" to Zhou Wancai, a grain merchant in the capital, according to the list of confessions.
Now I have arrived at the agreed location, but it is still a bit early.
According to Zhang Zhenghu's instructions, the person who came to deliver the food should be a shopkeeper under Zhou Wancai. Every time, he wrote letters in advance to make an appointment for the time, place and quantity of goods. For the convenience of transporting the corresponding goods, unloading the goods, loading them with the truck, and when the batch of rice and flour was sold to Beizhen, the two of them would then share the spoils later.
After waiting for nearly half an hour, a grain team of about 200 people came. The leader was a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes. Zhou Zeng followed the words Yan Bing taught in advance and went forward to answer. Yan Bing was in the carriage, slightly lifting the curtains, looking at the expression of the speaker, listening to his tone, until the loading and unloading was completed, the man bowed and left, and found no abnormality, so he slowly lowered the curtains.
This is the first level, the starting point.
The next team went north and looked like a caravan, neither anxious nor slow, neither arrogant nor impatient, and moved up and rested at sunset. Whenever the county town was reached, they were scattered to several inns in the county town, stayed in the hotel, ate, drank, and repaired.
Even the expenses of different people are strictly followed by the caravan's specifications, and there is no difference between them and ordinary caravans.
Those who were arranged to be servants were all happy, stayed in a restaurant and ate and drank, and those who were drawn to work as coolies could only admit that they were unlucky, sleep in the horse shed, and ate dry food.
This team was like this, without knowing it, leaving the capital, crossing the Sanhe River, passing Jizhou, and Tugang City.
When I arrived in Panjin all the way, I walked for exactly one month, and even the time was almost the same as that of an ordinary caravan.
Along the way, I held the roads of the Jingji Prefecture Office. Every time I arrived at a checkpoint, I directly found the manager at the checkpoint according to the list, and handed over the corresponding secret entrance to the record, and passed the corresponding silver coins, unobstructed and safe.
Yan Bing also remembered the appearance of each of them along the way, waiting to come back and settle the score after autumn.
But when you arrive in Panjin, you must stay.
Because further outwards is the sphere of influence of the Beizhen tribe.
Several important towns in Liaodong, including Liaoyang, Anshan, Liaokou and Tuhe, have all fallen into the hands of the Beizhen tribe.
Nowadays, for Gyeonggi, winter has not yet begun, and the temperature dropped sharply caused by going north. When we get here, we feel like early winter is already there.
Even on the night they arrived, snowflakes had already fallen on Panjin.
As usual, after entering the city, the caravan was scattered into hundreds of small teams and lived in different inns in the county town. However, the core personnel of the team always lived in the same inn as Yan Bing, so as to discuss the team's next move at night.
"Qihua, we are here, where is the next step?" Wu Qidao asked Yan Bing in a deep voice.
This is an order issued by Yan Bing before departure. Along the way, no matter the size of the official position or the title, it is only allowed to be based on the positions played in the caravan or the names of each other. If anyone misses a word on the way, he will directly follow the military law.
"Mr. Wu, we have now reached the most critical step. The girl suggests that the caravan rest for three days first, and then set off after we get back on our heads." Yan Bing responded in a low voice, but a sneer appeared on his face, and he gently tapped a place name on the side map with his hand.
Liaokou!!!
I am so sleepy that I sleep for an hour, and I will get up and continue to code. I still have three chapters today