The summer heat is gradually gone, and the autumn mood is deepening.
Nanhai Mansion, outside Ke County.
The endless crops are like a golden ocean. The plump wheat ears make the farmers smile.
This year is another bumper year.
On the field ridge. A large number of guards surrounded Wu Jing and Xiong Wuwo as they walked among the fields. Wu Jing bent down from time to time, took a closer look at the wheat, stretched out his hand to pinch the ears, and his smile never broke.
"The wheat in Nanhai Prefecture is ripe this year, and the harvested grain can feed many soldiers. There is no need to transport grain from within the customs, which reduces a lot of trouble for the court."
Wu Jing stood up and turned back to Xiong Wuwo.
"That's right." Xiong Wuwo nodded. He had a headache when it came to food. The gang of bugs in the imperial court were also dragging their feet on his food, and the officials were exploiting him. It was normal for the food shipped to him to be short of jin and liang.
Now that Wu Jing is the governor of Liaodong, it is great that the grain from Nanhai Mansion can be transferred to him on the spot.
"Speaking of this matter. I don't know what happened. Ever since the Mongolian people went south, Liaodong has been in particularly good weather."
Xiong Wuwo said a little depressed.
"Yes. The weather has been good in Liaodong these years, and there is a bumper harvest almost every year. But it is not the Meng Yuan people who are helping, but Wu Nian."
"He occupied Yingqing Mansion, which is not a big grain-producing mansion. But because of the bumper harvest every year, he rapidly expanded his troops." Wu Jing took a long breath and shook his head.
He is not a superstitious person. But sometimes I have to admit that there seems to be a big hand helping Wu Nian.
Of course, he also admitted that everything Wu Nian got now was taken with the steel knife in his hand. It was obtained by that indomitable spirit and desperate fighting.
But if things don't go well, Wu Nian might not be able to do it either.
Wu Nian himself is strong enough, and with a little luck, he has achieved the current scale. He became a thief who stole the country.
But thinking of Wu Nian, Wu Jing's good mood was completely ruined. He looked around, waved his hand and said, "Disperse."
"Yes." The guard responded and immediately dispersed far away.
"The autumn harvest is over, and we don't have to worry about food anymore. It's time for us to take action." Wu Jing leaned towards Xiong Wuwo and said in a deep voice.
"Um."
Xiong Wuwo nodded without any hesitation. Immediately, the two of them returned to the main road, whipped their horses, and galloped back to the General Military Mansion in the city.
Then.
Xiong Wuwo's soldiers, carrying the letter, galloped towards the two county towns of Guangchuan Prefecture.
The topography of Guangchuan Prefecture, Wanghai Mountain is like a pass.
Wu Nian occupied Wanghai Mountain and could stop Xiong Wuwo's 80,000-horse infantry with only one elite soldier of ten thousand households.
In turn, the two county towns occupied by Xiong Wuwo faced the dilemma of being unable to defend themselves.
In order to prevent Wu Nian from robbing the county seat, Xiong Wuwo dispatched two guerrilla generals, each leading 10,000 elite troops, to guard the county seat.
Huping County.
It is close to the sea and surrounded by large plains. It is a major grain-producing county. The city is tall and strong, with a population of 40,000 to 50,000.
On the majestic city gate tower, there is a banner with the word "Chu" hanging, fangs and claws dancing, like a flying dragon. There are many people coming and going, and occasionally you can see caravans and young men from wealthy families traveling in carriages with beautiful maids.
In the city.
Guerrilla General's Mansion, inside the hall.
Guerrilla general Guan Jinhan sat on the main seat, holding Xiong Wuwo's letter in his hand, lowering his head and thinking deeply.
He is thirty-two years old, in the prime of life, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a Chinese character face, a majestic figure, and a commanding momentum. He has a horse-drawn gun that is eight feet long and can shoot with his horse. He can shoot the bow from left to right, and his physical strength is extraordinary.
Among the generals under Xiong Wuwo, he is one of the best.
And he is not only brave, but also wise and brave.
"The plan of the general and the governor was very good. It was calculated with intention but without intention. Our 20,000 elite soldiers joined Long Qie's tens of thousands of soldiers and horses to attack Wu Nian. We won in one battle."
"But in marching operations, there is no 100% success rate. It is said that 90% depends on human planning and 10% depends on God's calculations."
"What should I do if I fail? How should I come back?"
Guan Jinhan shook his head slightly, and then asked his soldiers to hold the lamp. Place the letter on the oil lamp and watch it turn to ashes.
"General. General Huang is here." A soldier suddenly walked in and reported.
"Huh?" Guan Jinhan was stunned for a moment, Huang Hu? Why is he here.
Huang Hu is the guerrilla general guarding the remaining city in Guangchuan Prefecture, and is known for his bravery. After this guy got the news, he rushed to see me?
"Guan Jinhan, here I come."
Without waiting for Guan Jinhan to say anything, Huang Hu walked in from outside and said.
He is tall and strong, with a pair of arms that are particularly thick and long, like ape arms, with gleaming tiger eyes and a powerful aura.
"Go down. Close the door. Send someone to guard outside. No one is allowed to come in without my order." Guan Jinhan looked at Huang Hu, with a look of helplessness on his face, and waved to the soldiers.
"Yes." The soldier responded, immediately turned around and went down, closing the door at the same time.
"How is it? This time General Xiong has entrusted everything to us. When I think that I have the opportunity to kill the Liaodong tiger, I can't help but tremble all over. I can't stop at all. So I hastened to come to you. "Huang Hu's face turned red as he strode to the Grand Master's chair next to Guan Jinhan and sat down, saying excitedly.
At this time, of course, you can't say anything depressing.
Guan Jinhan's eyes flashed with brilliance, he nodded heavily and said resolutely: "Of course. An opponent like the Liaodong Tigers is a once-in-a-lifetime encounter. This battle will definitely go down in history. Gu Panshuhu is a man."
"Hahahaha. We want to go together. But Wu Nian only has one head. If it's mine, it's not yours. If it's yours, it's not mine. How about we make a bet?"
Huang Hu laughed loudly and heartily. After he stopped laughing, he said happily again.
"Not necessarily. What if Wu Nian was chopped down by Long Qie?" Guan Jinhan shook his head and said.
"If Wu Nian's head is chopped off by Long Qie, then it will be bad luck. Let's count us as a tie. How about a bet or not?" Huang Hu rolled his eyes first, and then said with great interest.
"What are you betting on?" Guan Jinhan asked.
"If I lose, I will take out the jar of sweet-scented osmanthus wine that I have treasured for thirty years and give it to you." Huang Hu laughed.
"Really?" Guan Jinhan's eyes suddenly lit up. There is too much sweet-scented osmanthus wine. The sweet-scented osmanthus wine in Huang Hu’s hand is produced in Shanxi and is a famous wine.
To an alcoholic, priceless.
"Of course. A word from my husband will be followed by a whip." Huang Hu felt that he was insulted, raised his head, and patted his chest and said. Then he looked at Guan Jinhan and asked, "What about you? You lost. What should you give me?"
"My Xinting sword." Guan Jinhan thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, took out the treasured sword and said.
"Okay. It's refreshing. The sweet-scented osmanthus brew and the Xinting knife are the same. Wu Nian's head must be mine. The Xinting knife is also mine." Huang Hu clapped his hands and said happily.
"That's not necessarily the case." Guan Jinhan shook his head, raised his head with a smile, and showed a confident look.
If we don't succeed, there's nothing we can do. If we succeed, Wu Nian's head must be mine.
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