It was early August in the second year of Dalong Yongping.
The turmoil caused by the theft of Prince Bingjian's palace gradually subsided in the next month or so in several palaces near Yingzhou.
According to rumors, Governor Qin of Yingzhou, Governor Jia of Fuzhou and more than 20 state governors were severely reprimanded by King Bingjian. It is not known whether it is true or not.
Fortunately, the housekeeper of the palace came forward to clarify that no valuables were lost in the palace, only some gold and silver jewelry, and no major losses were caused.
In the past month, the cities of Yingzhou have been under martial law. All martial arts and martial arts masters who have some foundation in martial arts must log in to the government to report their place of origin and credentials.
Anyone who conceals something or fails to report will be immediately detained on the spot upon verification, and anyone who disobeys will be shot without mercy.
For a time, the seemingly calm Northland was secretly undercurrents, and countless experts died under the purges of the government.
Regarding this matter, instead of criticizing the ruthless behavior of the government and Wang Liumingzhi, the people applauded and applauded.
After all, in the eyes of the common people, if you are really innocent, why don't you go to the government to report your birthplace and birth certificate? You must have something wrong with you.
The theft of the palace started as an after-dinner chat among the people in teahouses and wine shops, but it gradually disappeared.
Although some people occasionally mention it from time to time, it is not so eye-catching.
In the study room of the palace, Liu Mingzhi was concentrating on flipping through stacks of rice paper. On the rice paper were abstract drawings of figures, with the person's life story and approximate identity recorded next to it.
After a long time, Liu Mingzhi lit the stack of rice paper in his hand against the candle and threw it into the brazier.
The forty-six people who died under the government's encirclement and suppression were all green forest heroes and ruthless bandits with a record of bad deeds that had their lives stained by lawsuits.
The reason why he didn't dare to report to the government was naturally not because it was related to the theft case of the palace, but because he was afraid that his identity would be revealed and his previous illegal activities would be found out.
Liu Mingzhi looked at Song Qing, who was meditating around the sand table again, muttering to Ren Qingrui, who was dressed in men's clothing from time to time. He chuckled and shook his head, stopping at the window to look at the scenery in the courtyard.
Spy Shadow's ability far exceeded his expectations. This wave of uproar has been going on for more than a month, but it didn't even cause any trouble.
This made Liu Mingzhi a little helpless, like a charged fist hitting cotton.
It's just that Liu Mingzhi is still guessing whether this wave of people are spy shadows, imperial guards, or Old Man Wei Di.
But no matter what their identities are, these people are inseparable from Li Ye.
No ordinary person would have the guts to covet the royal seal of King Bingjian.
Let’s not talk about the use of what he got. If he wants to buy and sell silver coins for a lifetime of prosperity and wealth, he must have a buyer who dares to buy them.
It is not impossible for officials in the court to be able to support so many half-step innate masters. Ordinary officials may not have the ability and confidence to do so.
"Third brother, come here."
"Huh? What's wrong? Ahem...what happened?"
Liu Mingzhi walked towards the sand table after hearing the news, and saw Song Qing pointing to a city with a confused look on his face.
Song Qing looked at Liu Mingzhi, whose face had not improved at all, but was a little yellow, and sighed, how could the wind and cold be so serious?
However, the third brother kept saying that it was okay, and his own attempts to persuade him several times were of no use, so he had to take it one step at a time.
"Third brother, I'm afraid Kanzhou won't last long."
Liu Mingzhi frowned and looked at the location of Anzhou: "Are you talking about Yong'an Gong Nangong Ye's increase in troops in Anzhou?"
"Yes, according to the intelligence, Duke Yong'an sent 70,000 more troops to Anzhou. Doesn't this mean that Kanzhou is already in danger? Otherwise, facing the natural dangers of Kanzhou and the vast plains of Anzhou, why would Marshal Yun send reinforcements? Anzhou?
I think there is a high probability that Kanzhou is about to fall. "
Liu Mingzhi raised his hand to support his chin and pondered for a while: "There is no use in making wild guesses. Let's wait for the battle report!"
"That's right. The war is changing rapidly. We are not involved in it. There is no use in guessing. How about making a bet?"
Liu Mingzhi raised his eyebrows and looked at the cheerful Song Qing: "How to bet?"
"You and I each guess a time limit for the fall of Kanzhou. Whoever is closer will win, and the loser will be treated to a treat at Zuichunlou.
But you can't cheat. I know you have spies investigating the war. You need to have real evidence to make your guesses. "
"Okay, tell me first! I still have this gambling product, so why would I give you something frivolous?"
Song Qing picked up a piece of information on the side and looked at it. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment: "Twenty days, maybe. Kanzhou's terrain is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Plus there are many soldiers and generals. Even if it is dangerous now, I'm afraid there won't be twenty days." Can't take it off either.
How many days have you been there? "
"Ten days!"
"Ten days? Although the Northern Expedition army is all elite, you underestimated the soldiers and horses of the Jin Kingdom. Most of them are elite veterans who survived the last national war. With the power of the city wall, they will not be able to defeat twenty people in a row. Even the sky can't resist.
What's more, there are Turkic cavalry rushing outside to attack our main army's camp and block their siege. For ten days, you are probably just dreaming.
Give you a chance to change it. "
Liu Mingzhi crossed his arms and quietly examined the sand table in front of him, smiling and shaking his head.
"Then we'll see."
This means that Liu Mingzhi will not change the ten days since he was bitten to death.
Song Qing shook his head helplessly. He didn't know where Liu Mingzhi's confidence came from, but since he was unwilling to change, why should he keep chattering!
It's just a harmless bet anyway.
As for winning or losing, it's just a bet over a meal of wine and wine, it's nothing.
"Yes, since you are confident, I won't say anything more. It would be better if you lose, and I can save some money."
Song Qing put the rice paper in his hand aside and looked at Ren Qingrui, who was opposite him with a curious look on his face.
"Brother Ren, you can be a witness for us two brothers. I will have twenty days and he will have ten days. This will save him from admitting his defeat when the time comes."
Ren Qingrui nodded blankly: "Okay!"
Ren Qingrui looked at the two brothers competing with each other, her eyes full of curiosity.
She really couldn't figure out how Liu Mingzhi and the others could tell what the situation on the front line was like just from the miniature mountains, forests, swamps, and city routes on the sand table in front of them.
Is this what the military books say about decisive victory thousands of miles away?
So Ren Qingrui, who was full of doubts, asked her doubts.
The two brothers looked at each other, and Liu Mingzhi smiled lightly and shook his head.
"Explain it to your little brother Ren, I have something to do when I go out."
"Get out of here. If anything happens, just give up."
Liu Mingzhi went out, and Song Qing whispered to Ren Qingrui about the rules of sand table deduction, which could be used to relieve this homeless little girl from boring days.
Eight days of scenery.
The latest battle report from Northern Xinjiang reached Young Master Liu.
Kanzhou, one of the three most dangerous cities in the hinterland of the Jin Kingdom, following Jizhou and Jianzhou, resisted for forty-three days under the attack of Dalong's army and was finally defeated.
The fall of Kanzhou meant the complete fall of the Jin Kingdom's southern frontier and central hinterland, with only the northern land still struggling to hold on.
Then Kanzhou was defeated. Except for Anzhou, there were dozens of state capitals in the northern part of the Jin Kingdom, with no strong city to defend.
How long it can hold out in the face of the fierce and aggressive Northern Expeditionary Army is a situation that the Jin court is unwilling to guess and dare not guess.
Song Qing looked at the battle report in his hand, and looked at Liu Mingzhi who was sitting on the chair with a somewhat embarrassed expression.
"Your uncle, you won't cheat, right? Eight days, Yeluha is not a reckless man, and his military methods are no less generous than those of Wanyan Chizha.
Compared to the Six Guards Generals, they were evenly matched. How could Kanzhou, which was heavily defended and easy to defend but difficult to attack, be captured in eight days? "
Liu Mingzhi saw the ruins of Jianzhou City in front of his eyes, got up and walked towards the sand table.
"The fall of Kanzhou does not necessarily mean that it was captured. We will only know the outcome when the battle reports of clearing the battlefield come.
Compile the battle report and send it to the court! "
"No, what do you mean? Are you saying that the fall of Kanzhou was not due to the attack of the Northern Expedition?"
"Who knows? Let's sort it out, I'm still in a hurry to go to Zuichun Tower!"
