Dongxiang is a place with mountains to the north and south, and the hills and plains in the middle are the only gateway to eastern Jiangxi. This is the hometown of Wang Jinggong (Anshi) and prospers due to business travel from south to north.
It used to be the largest market town in the east of Linchuan. It was called Xiaogang Town two years ago and was occupied by Yang Xing just after it was established as a county.
As mentioned before, the county magistrate (also the first local magistrate) escaped and was caught by Yang Xing. There was nothing he could do about it. Apart from more than twenty policemen and squad leaders, he didn't even have a single guard guarding the city gate.
No, to be precise, this place has not yet had time to build city gates and complete walls. The east and west gates only have door openings;
The highest point of the city wall is six feet, and the lowest point is only two feet; only the south side has a dug moat, and the west side is a semi-natural barrier formed by connecting lakes and water.
This so-called city defense is almost the same as not having it at all. How can the county magistrate not escape?
However, he still had integrity and was locked in a dark room and refused to eat the meals delivered. When Wang Xi successfully entered the Yangxing shogunate in the name of seeking refuge, he heard that he had actually starved himself to death! ap.
"Oh, scholar! If I have to endure a little longer, I won't be able to rescue him if the Qing Shirt Team comes over?" Wang Xi said with emotion when he knew that the battle of Yugan was over and the army was about to recapture Anren.
He was sitting in a Hongsheng Restaurant outside the east gate. From the second floor window here, through the gaps in the leaves, you could see the three words "Dezheng Gate" above the unfinished city gate. This is the same as the "Yongfeng Gate" on the west gate. "The same thing, it was all written by the county magistrate who died, so it aroused his sigh.
Sitting opposite him was a thin man also wearing a turmeric blouse. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Feng Shen. Feng Shen smiled slightly and said:
"General Wang still has the mind to understand that scholar? Let me tell you, his death is not worth it at all! I can't repay the emperor, I can't let the people down, the most I can do is save my own face. But what's the use of having face after death?" "
"That's right, so whatever you do, you have to do it while you're still alive. It's interesting." Wang Xi turned to look outside and said softly:
"Why did Shenzuo come to kiss you? But Li Sanlang wants to take Anren away? By the way, is there anything you need me to do?"
Feng Shen is the section chief of the Intelligence Section, and his external official title is to join the army, so Shen Jie, Wang Xi and other subordinates in the department call him "Sen Zuo".
"Tie Dao should be in charge here, but he had an important task a few days ago and it was very hard. The inspection team arranged for him to rest for two days before coming back. I am temporarily filling in for him, and I will patrol the main contact points by the way. Don't There is no big deal."
Feng Shen filled the wine glass for him, then sat down, took a chopstick of grilled fish with perilla and said:
"This time we are not fighting alone, but Zhao Tongzhi of Raozhou Prefecture led thousands and hundreds of officers and soldiers to go south together with regiment training.
What Mr. Zhao is most worried about is whether Yang Xing will jump up after being whipped on the butt and tease An Ren, so they asked me to come over and discuss with you. ” He paused and then said:
"You have also seen the Anren City Wall. It is in disrepair, short and incomplete, and only a few crenellations are intact.
After Anren is captured, your Excellency is going to repair the city wall, which will take at least ten days or half a month. During this period, you have to try to hold Yang Xing still, can you do it? "
"Well, it shouldn't be too difficult." Wang Xi thought for a while and said: "Xiao Yang claimed to have recruited 20,000 soldiers in Dongxiang, and he transferred several troops to his father one after another, but I calculated his actual The number of people is only half.
Sixty percent of these people are new soldiers and their combat power is very weak. He didn't build siege equipment, he didn't even have enough weapons, and he didn't have ships to allow his troops to cross the river, so it was unlikely that he would immediately send troops to recapture Anren.
Even if you go to fight, you are just pretending, and you have to withdraw immediately if something goes wrong.
In any case, people came here to win the battle for him. If he saw him defeated, his morale would be unbearable, so he would not start a crime and rush to Anren for revenge. "
"So you think he has this concern?"
"Definitely, but if someone lifts the lid for him, I can lift the lid and persuade him to be patient for a while. But I'm worried that if he can't reach Anren, will he turn around and vent his anger on Meigang?"
Feng Shen frowned, this possibility was really possible.
Meigang is just northeast of the county, not far away. It was not easy for Yang Xing to cross the river due to lack of navy, but it was easy to cross the land and attack Meigang.
"This may be true!" He nodded: "I will report it immediately and remind the headquarters to be careful."
He understood what Wang Xi meant. What mattered to Yang Xing was not whether he had the castle in hand, but his morale. The team was too loose, people were not united, and he couldn't afford to lose morale.
If he wants to regain the game, he needs to win first. It doesn't matter whether the victory is in Anren or Meigang, nor does it matter whether it's a water battle or a land battle! Crucial enough to boost morale.
Too many old troops have been transferred away, and the veterans have been continuously diluted. The current Jiangshan Army is filled with laxity, optimism and self-righteousness. Wang Xi also believes that their combat effectiveness is declining rapidly, and many units are now much looser than when he first came.
"You can see them hugging each other and being drunk everywhere on the streets. Yin Tuo and Ertian Wang's subordinates would not dare to do this in broad daylight, but you can't see them anywhere on the streets of Dongxiang. Are there any pickets?" Wang Xi sneered. :
"Which restaurant in the city doesn't have noisy Jiangshan Army soldiers in small groups? Aren't there a lot of fights and other disturbances every day?"
Feng Shen nodded in agreement. The team grew too fast and the number of people was too mixed! People from all walks of life gathered here, put on a ginger jacket and claimed to be Marshal Yang's soldiers.
Yang Xing also had a headache, but his method was to let these people come in first, and then go to the battlefield to see Zhenzhang and use blood to eliminate those unqualified guys.
Feng Shen secretly learned that many local people hated and hated these soldiers and knew how annoying they were. From these opposing emotions, he cleverly found suitable and bold people to provide him with information and convenience.
Only when soldiers have morale can they have the will to fight. Only then can they prepare weapons and food and grass, and then can they choose the direction, means and timing of attack.
Thinking of this, Feng Shen suddenly understood why Li Dan said he wanted to keep causing trouble for Yang Xing. It turned out to be to deny him enough time to reorganize the team.
Feng Shen couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. If you want to prevent the other party from going to Anren and allow him to organize his troops with peace of mind, this Li Sanlang!
The city is not big, three miles from east to west and two and a half miles from north to south, but the streets gradually expand outward around the county government office and county school. This is an unplanned town that was formed naturally based on the hilly terrain.
The stone streets are very narrow, and the widest ones can barely allow two cars to pass parallel. Most of the buildings are built with granite walls. Those who are rich are more particular about plastering the exterior with white ash and blue-gray tiles on the top. Those who are not particular about the roof are thatched with plaster.
Feng Shen knew that regardless of whether they were plastered or not, those walls were still made of stone. Gossip and dissatisfaction were quietly circulating among these seemingly ordinary and indifferent walls, constantly eroding Jiangshanjun's credibility and prestige in people's hearts.
At first he liked to encourage these people to assassinate ordinary soldiers of Jiangshan Army, but later he stopped everyone.
Their people are always coming and going. The person who came yesterday may not be there today. The superior is not in a hurry, and his accomplices don't care. How many hairs can you hurt like this? On the contrary, if the body is not disposed of properly, there is a risk of exposing the city's organization.
He asked the friends to turn their attention to finding out the opponent's dormitory, sentry, warehouse, leader's movements, and even detailed patrol patterns, enemy soldiers' complaints, reasons for jealousy among leaders, etc.
The adventure was not big, but it made everyone very excited. It seemed that they had mastered everything about the Jiangshan Army, and the action was both safer and more exciting.
The task Li Dan asked him to convey to Wang Xi was to try to mislead his opponent's judgment and prevent Yang Xing from stretching his claws towards Anren.
Feng Shen's own mission is to try to destroy Yang Xing's military equipment and morale, and to harass him continuously. Now the seemingly useless information accumulated in the early stage may come in handy!
He was walking forward excitedly when he suddenly felt someone walking down the other side of the alley talking. Looking left and right, there were walls on both sides of this section with nowhere to go. Feng Shen gritted his teeth and gave way, standing with his hands folded and his head lowered.
Then I saw several people in ginger clothes and a Taoist priest wearing a blue and gray Taoist robe embroidered with pine and crane, carrying a sword and a dusty Taoist on his waist, appearing in the alley.
inside.
"Brother Yunhe, when you arrive at Hongya Temple, please bring a message to Senior Brother Duan for me, saying that troubled times have come and it's time for him to go down the mountain and show off his skills.
After my father captures Fuzhou and becomes king, he will ask me to raise troops to attack Nanchang. I need his help, especially in persuading all the heroes in the lake to join me. He needs to help me. "
"Didn't the marshal already have Polygonum Flower Seed? He wanted an official position and a title, so he couldn't do anything practical at all, right?" the Taoist asked, his voice slightly hoarse, like that of a middle-aged man.
"Polygonum flower, haha, I agreed to him, but I'm afraid he is a silver pewter spearhead!"
"Oh? Marshal, do you think so?"
"The Taoist Priest doesn't know that Liao Huazi has never returned since the last time he sent someone to ask for a seal, so the marshal doesn't believe him!" Another voice explained.
"This man is said to be a hero, but why does he do things so unreasonably?" The Taoist priest's voice asked doubtfully, "It's not far away anyway, why don't I stop by and see what's going on?"
"Brother Yunhe, let's make a decision at the opportunity. Maybe he will encounter something we don't know about."
They chatted like this and walked all the way to the east gate. They didn't take this "soldier" to heart at all, because there were too many people in the city!
Feng Shen was very alert. When they passed by, he saw a black patch on the ankle exposed by the Taoist cloth shoe, and he secretly remembered it in his heart.
Look at their backs, who is that veteran "Brother Yunhe"? However, the obedient message mentioned the Hongya Temple in Ruihong, so it was certain that he was going to Yugan.
Could it be that there are their informants at Hongya Temple? By the way, I mentioned "Senior Brother Duan". It's just that the temple is full of monks. I wonder who this layman named Duan is?
Look at the young man next to him. He is tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Could it be Yang Xing, known as "Yulang"?
The man who answered the call at the back was a tough-looking man with a gardenia pinned to his turban. He must be one of the most capable lieutenants in the Yang Army, Lian Daxiang, known as "A Branch of Incense"!
Feng Shen gritted his teeth and thought it was a pity. If Li Tiedao and Shen Jie were here, what a great assassination opportunity it would be! Even if there were four guards behind them, he felt it was worth taking the risk.
But...if I think about it again, I realize there's no point in doing so. Not only is the chance of success small, but it is also easy for one of your own people to get involved, and the gain outweighs the loss!
But being unable to do it in the city does not mean that you cannot do it in the wilderness. Thinking of this, Feng Shen stopped and walked around in circles pretending not to know the way, then quickened his pace and ran towards the nearest contact point.
He hurried over, and after matching the code, he asked the other party to send a message to other partners in the city, indicating that he had something to do and left temporarily, and would return in a few days. Then he hurriedly chased eastward.
Instinct and sensitivity told him that this Taoist priest did not go to the temple to visit relatives and friends for no reason. Yang Xing and Lian Daxiang saw him off together, which must have given him some kind of mission.
Since it was related to Yu Gan, it could not be ruled out that this mission might have a malicious impact on the Qingshirt Team, so he chased after him, intending to try to figure out the secrets here along the way. Others need to use the city gate, but he doesn't.
Walking directly to the north wall, there is a section of about seventy steps that only had time to repair two feet, which is almost the same as the threshold.
There were only dozens of patrols on the three-mile-long city wall. Feng Shen, dressed in ginger clothes, didn't even have to hide, and went out in a swaggering manner.
The patrols paid no attention to them. There were dozens if not hundreds of accomplices who came out here every day to have fun. How could there be so much spit to waste?
Going east along the unfinished trench, Feng Shen kept thinking about how many paths this guy could take. Which one would be easiest for him to choose?
There are two ways to go to Yugan. The southern route takes Yujiang and Anren, and the northern route takes Huangzhen, Pogan and Meigang.
The southern route is longer but safer. As long as the northern route enters Meigang, it means entering the territory controlled by the Qingshirt Team. Although the journey is much shorter, it may be more dangerous.
Feng Shen thought about it and decided to go back to Meigang directly. He planned to pass the news back to the Intelligence Department and ask Shenjie and the others to help set up a big trap.
Even if the prey does not take the northern route, you can still cross the river from here to Huangbu
Or Yang Bu and other parties. Anyway, no matter where he goes in the end, "Brother Yunhe" has to cross the Dongda River or Santangshui to reach Ruihong.
Feng Shen planned to ask Shen Jie to discuss with the General Staff Headquarters to arrange various forces on land and water to intercept, and give full play to the "joint defense and joint control" advantages of the Qingshirt team.
Thinking of this, he admired Li Sanlang very much. He could do things with such thoroughness and sophistication at such a young age, putting an "old thief" like himself to shame. If he had been the governor of a place, he would have been arrested so many times!
He came all the way towards Meigang, but he didn't see the old man. Hey, did he really take the southern route? Feng Shen was very confused. He began to think about it again, and the more he thought about it, the weirder it became.
Is it possible to arrange for the old Taoist to travel a long distance just to deliver a message to that monk? He sat on a big rock to rest, squinting his eyes and recalling the scene.
Although the old Taoist voice was hoarse, it could be heard that he was full of energy. When walking, the soles of his feet land on the ground, indicating that he has been practicing martial arts for a long time and is also good at Qinggong. Such a person is sent out just to send a message to "Monk Duan"?
Feng Shen shook his head: "No, looking for a monk is just a sideshow. This guy has another, more important mission." He said to himself: "What mission could that be?"
He looked around, turned around, took out a square folded furoshiki from his arms, shook it out, took away his ginger clothes and headscarf, folded them and put them inside the furoshiki, then turned around and stuffed them under the stone. Cover the gaps with weeds.
Then take two steps back and look up, down, left and right to see if there is any exposed stuffing.
"Don't worry, it's well hidden, no one can see it."
Feng Shen twisted his body to the side of the stone and dodged. The cat lowered his waist, reached back with his right leg and moved his weight back. With a "crack" sound, the sword was unsheathed.
He moved quickly, putting himself on the defensive in less than half a breath, and his eyes quickly locked on the source of the sound - a big mulberry tree not far away.
"Well, my skills are pretty good. I can tell that I have been doing this for many years." As soon as he finished speaking, the branch flickered, and a blue-gray Taoist robe floated down.
Hearing the slightly hoarse voice, Feng Shen already knew who it was, but he still asked: "Who is coming?"
"Don't be nervous. Are you from the Jiangshan Army? I saw you hiding your clothes. Don't worry, I am a friend of your generalissimo and one of my own."
After the Taoist priest finished speaking, he put Fuchen on his arm, lifted up his clothes, took out something from his pocket and threw it over: "Here, if you don't believe me, just look at this. You all recognize your own badges, right? Can you come out to be a spy?" Are you literate too?"
Feng Shen took it in his hand and saw that it was a wooden sign with hot writing on it. On the front: Jiangshan Wuwu, on the back: Yun Hezi, the Taoist priest of You Fang.
"It turns out to be Taoist Master Yunhe, I'm so rude!" Feng Shen quickly bowed and saluted, then threw back the sign, took out his waist badge from the bag inside his clothes and threw it over.
The old Taoist stretched out his hand to grab it and nodded: "The technique is good." Then he looked down at the iron on it. The front side also said: Jiangshan Infinite, and the back side: Quartet Scout Xiao Zuanfeng. "Oh, brother Xiao Zhuanfeng, sorry, sorry." He said and cupped his hands casually.
