Beiyang new warlord

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In the Juyi hall, which was modeled after the Liangshan water park, there was once again a chorus of voices.

"Boss, these officials are finally gone! It's finally our turn to do something big, Fengqiu, Xinxiang, Jixian, Weihui Mansion, these places we haven't visited for a long time, this time we have to do a good job. Last vote!"

After all, the thief is a thief! Without the aggressive officers and soldiers facing the attack, a kind of thieves' thoughts came alive again, full of anticipation, and Yuan Shizhong's general, Zhenhe Luo Zhouerjing, was the first to yell with excitement .

"No! The supervisor has an order! Once the officers and soldiers clear the siege, they must immediately go to Shandong Dingtao and Caozhou to break through. There must be no mistakes!"

Sitting in the chair to the left of Yuan Shizhong, Wen Meng's beard was almost crooked in anger, and he also roared out, but his words seemed to poke a hornet's nest. After all, rogues are rogues. They were polite a few days ago, but now they turned their faces. That Zhou Erjing was moaning in a strange way.

"Hey, Wen Daguan is so majestic! This is not yet the order, and he is dictating and ordering us. If the order is here, we will not let us be like cattle and horses and slaves!"

"This is Xiao Yuanying! You better shut up as an outsider!"

Some even stood up excitedly and bowed heavily to Yuan Shizhong.

"Boss! Anyway, all the officials have retreated, and this Henan is still at our mercy! We would rather be chickens than queens! Just kill these two officials, and we will continue to live happily in Henan!"

"That's right! It's so far away, to go to the Dongjiang River, to serve as a soldier for the prodigy, to serve as a border guard for the dog court, why!"

A face turned into liver-colored with anger, Wen Meng's teeth were already chattering, and he almost drew his sword, but Song Xiance was surprisingly calm, sitting on Yuan Shizhong's right hand, just staring at his face.

To be honest, Yuan Shizhong was also reluctant to go north to the Dongjiang River. After all, in the past few years, the Dead Sea in Liaodong has become crowded. In the Central Plains, the big guys’ impression of Liaodong is only four words, a place of bitter cold! Who wants to go to a place where prisoners are exiled!

But as a leader, he was born as a small landlord. Yuan Shizhong's vision is much better than these ignorant bandit leaders! Mao Jue's ability also made him awed. The transfer is over, if Xiao Yuanying backs down, God knows what Mao Jue will think of, get ten times as many officers and troops, and let everyone here die without a place to die!

And he is also a Song Jiang-like character, who still pays great attention to the court. After the noise lasted for a minute or two, Yuan Shizhong became angry, slapped the armrest and roared angrily.

"Outsider? Mr. Wen is Lao Tzu's brother-in-law. If you say he is an outsider, don't you think that Lao Tzu is also an outsider in the eyes of you bastards?"

The uproar stopped abruptly!

With a gloomy and terrifying face, Yuan Shizhong decisively gave orders to the shocked leaders.

"The military order of the leader of the book is passed, and all the small Yuan camps are assembled, abandoning the village, following Lord Wen, and Lord Song to break out of the siege to Shandong, to accept the command of Lord Mao Jue, the governor of Liaodong, and those who dare to speak more, three knives and six eyes !"

"Boss Yuan, wait!"

He had just finished talking, but someone interrupted him immediately, and the interrupter was he who didn't dare to do it, first watched Song Xiance stand up, Yuan Shizhong twitched cheekily, and asked sadly.

"Master Song, what else can I teach you?"

Chapter 4 Eighteen. Clouds

"I think what Chief Zhou, Chief Tiger, and Chief Cyclops said makes sense!"

Looking at the big thieves below who were suppressed by Yuan Shizhong but still aggrieved, Song Xiance was really speechless, and even Wen Meng couldn't sit still after he finished speaking.

"Old Song, have you had too much wine?"

"Old Man!"

He winked heavily at Wen Meng, and the two of them still had a tacit understanding. Looking at the sly eyes of this big head, he knew that he must have some kind of scheme in his heart. Wen Meng sat back resentfully, facing the equally shocked Yuan Shizhong, This big liar who went to the rivers and lakes to sell medicine continued to shake his three-inch tongue again.

"Boss Yuan, since we are going to seek refuge with Lord Mao, it's not good for us to go empty-handed! We should bring some gifts to show our loyalty, don't you think?"

"It just so happened that Guan Gouzi retreated to the north, and the cities of Weihui, Anyang, and Zhangde were all empty, and it would not be impossible to even hit Hebei's famous mansion. We just happened to make a fortune, and if we had something to offer to Mao Shuai, it was considered valuable." It's a lottery, do you say yes or no?"

It was really shocking, but looking at Song Xiance's smiling face, he suddenly read a vicious murderous intent in his eyes, Yuan Shizhong couldn't help trembling violently, and didn't speak any more, he sat back to the golden table in silence. chair.

"Heroes, what are you waiting for? Prepare your team!"

For the first time, these big thieves found Song Xiance's big head very pleasing to the eye. In his order full of voice, more than a dozen big thieves and thieves all agreed together.

Up and down Xiaoyuan's camp, two diametrically opposite orders were issued. Yuan Shizhong ordered that the big guys guard the camp and wait to go to Shandong to accept recruitment. Little ones, go to the Daming Mansion!

The Xiaoyuan camp of 20 people was immediately split up. More than 1000 people took up their affairs and followed them out of the mountain, while the rest stayed put.

Although there are only 1000 people, one-twentieth, but these dispatched are the backbone, lightly armed, before Yuan Shizhong's core team of 3000 people can fight among the thieves, and the remaining 10,000+ are mostly old and weak Women accounted for more than half of them, and they were cannon fodder, burdens, and even the rations of some gangsters. All of a sudden, it was equivalent to cutting Xiao Yuanying from a first-rate force to a second-rate force.

Out of the mountain pass of Taihang Mountain, carrying a spear and a big knife, Zhou Erjing turned around and looked into the mountain triumphantly, and then kicked the horse's belly violently. Less prestige, now he is even more foolish not to follow to attack Daming Mansion, if he is defeated this time, that prestige will not be able to be suppressed by him, the era of Xiao Yuanying is over, his Zhenhe Camp The time has come.

It was still that mountain pass, after all, he was a brother who had been with him for several years. Seeing the long team leaving, Yuan Shizhong's pupils showed an extremely complicated look. After watching for a long time, he turned around abruptly and left immediately. He ordered to go down gloomy.

"Pass the order of Lao Tzu, the 29 villages in Liuzhai, cut off the crops in the field immediately, pack up, pack up, and prepare to pull out the village!"

It has been almost a few years since I camped here. From one village at the beginning to now there are dozens of villages in six villages on several hills. People silently cut the ungrown sorghum in the field, while the young and strong opened the granary, packed the last bit of stored grain into the truck, and prepared to migrate eastward.

This is the first time that such a big task has been completed, and Wen Meng is also excitedly dragging Yuan Xianger up and down, his rough voice can be heard almost halfway up the mountain.

"Why do you keep this rotten quilt? Throw it away! Get a new one at Dongjiang!"

"Oh, it's pure rubbish, throw it away, Dongjiang will give you a new one!"

"What's the use of this broken wooden plow? It's just for weight. We all use iron plows in Dongjiang. Throw it away!"

This guy is simply a nouveau riche. Amidst his yelling, a lot of people who were regarded as treasures by the victims of the Xiaoyuan camp were thrown on the ground, and the luggage was obviously reduced by more than half, but it was also miraculous. Meng, the prodigal son, was so angry that his teeth were itching, and his morale recovered a lot.

Is Dongjiang really so rich?Are there new things?

For Dongjiang, which had to go, the group became looking forward to it again.

"Master Song, Dongjiang, what kind of place is it?"

The Juyi Hall behind him was also dismantled, the chairs were all gone, and the tiger skin was also put into the box. Seeing his servants busy, Yuan Shizhong, who had been King of the Mountain for several years, suddenly turned his head and looked at Song Xiance asked.

Where is Dongjiang?

This question really caught Song Xiance.

When he defected to Dongjiang, it was only because he had completely given up on his imperial career in Daming. He happened to hear that there was an upstart warlord surnamed Mao in the north. Just find a permanent iron lunch box.

But when he got to that land, Song Xiance found that everything he knew had changed. The army was not like the army of Ming Dynasty, the officials were not like the officials of Ming Dynasty, and the common people were not even like the people of Ming Dynasty. He had been stunned by the vitality here after so much lifelessness.

Especially Mao Jue, a warlord who is not doing business properly. To be honest, Mao Jue is not a good leader. Song Xiance in his daily life unconsciously devoted all his enthusiasm and struggled wholeheartedly for his ideal.

"Dongjiang! It's very cold in that place, and you have to wear thick cotton-padded clothes in winter, and the air is not so good. In the past two years, Mao Shuai has had to use that steam engine, which made Tieshan and Yizhou smoky, so choking that people are always willing to cough , It’s better to live in the country, the mine workshop smells so bad, and the day’s work is much longer! This general is very good at instigating people!”

"However, it's a place of hope!"

His pupils were suddenly filled with fascination, and Song Xiance couldn't help but looked towards the north again.

It's been a long time since I've been in contact with Master Song, and Yuan Shizhong has learned too much about his cunning. This is the first time that he can see the complete expression of true feelings in his eyes, and the leader of the little Yuan camp who watched it also became curious.

Dongjiang, where is it?

In the Taihang Mountains, a group of thieves are fighting for their future. The capital, the Forbidden City, the imperial court, and high-ranking officials are also struggling for their rule.