A high-ranking cadre must be given a foreign name. Not only does he have a good name, but he also has a good personality. He is generous and unruly, and he is knowledgeable and generous. This is also the case in the Song Dynasty that valued literature over military affairs. Only now a capable person like him has become a low-level military attaché. , it shows how capable a person of the level of the Privy Council of Xifu is.
Liang Chuan and Gao Gan hated to meet each other so late and had a long chat until late at night before reluctantly leaving. As soon as the senior cadre returned to the camp, he immediately called the messenger and sketched out what Liang Chuan and he said about how to defeat the enemy. He then put it in an emergency report and sent it to Zhao Weixian. It seemed easy to suppress these mountain people by force, but it was actually Otherwise, the price he has to pay is definitely not something he can bear.
Since there was a way to quell this catastrophe without wasting a single soldier, how could he not sacrifice it? Now I hope that things may turn around and that this matter can be solved without bloodshed. The only way to go up the mountain is to die. By then, there will be too many soldiers killed and injured, and the mountain people will have no way to capture them. They will also have no way to deal with them when they return to Quanzhou. The imperial court has never shown any tolerance or mercy to the defeated generals. They will beat them to the end and directly demote them. Let the common people go home and farm the land!
Zhaodi didn't come back until late at night. He brought back a lot of food, but he didn't bring back any of the weapons he wanted.
"What's going on? Li Chengfu refuses to borrow weapons?" Liang Chuan frowned and asked.
Zhaodi said: "Li Dutou said he couldn't make the decision on this matter, so he took me to the blacksmith shop in the city. The blacksmith only dared to make farm tools, but he refused to make any weapons. I went. The county government has distributed all the weapons and equipment in the warehouse. Even the groom who drives the horse is armed to the teeth and has nothing to borrow. He dare not go to the county magistrate to ask for it, so..."
"There is nothing we can do about it. This matter has put Lao Li in a bit of a dilemma. I thought these officials would sit back and wait for others to come to the rescue. They didn't know how to prepare for resistance." Liang Chuan paused and then said: "How much food have you brought back? ?”
"Master Zheng gave me five thousand kilograms of grain without saying a word. He didn't even mention the money." Brother Zhao spoke of the stone with some respect in his tone.
"Yeah." Liang Chuan said one word and didn't mention anything else. What was going on? The monk who recruited his younger brother Zhang Er was confused. People on both sides made him confused about the situation. One of them didn't mention the money, and the other didn't say thank you. , as if they cooperate with each other.
Liang Chuan did not put the five thousand kilograms of grain in the He family's ancestral hall, but kept it in his own home. The senior cadres were right. Without food, they would have no way to survive. There is definitely not much food in Xinghua now. Five thousand kilograms is neither too much nor too little. Zhaodi explained the situation. Calculated based on two hundred people, five thousand kilograms in two months is far from enough. Shitou must have I have tried my best, and now I am taking it one step at a time.
Liang Chuan said to Zhaodi: "Zhaodi has something to do right now. Don't go to bed tonight. Go to the Qingyuan Port pier overnight and help me find someone?"
Although it had been a tiring day to recruit my younger brother, he had been sleeping outdoors for many years and had already adapted to this running rhythm. He responded without hesitation: "Who are you looking for?"
"Find a foreigner named Hussein. I remember he came to our house."
"I remembered, was he the outsider who asked you to buy mosquito coils before?"
"Yes, that's him. Do you remember what he looks like?"
"Remember, he is wearing a white turban, a big beard, and his eye sockets are very deep, so he can be recognized at a glance."
"You find him and tell him that I want to buy iron ingots, iron ore, tung oil, and some shields. The iron ingots can make a hundred spear heads, a hundred waist knives, and about two hundred kilograms of tung oil."
Liang Chuan said: "If he refuses, tell him that if he helps me this time, I will help him build a mosque in Quanzhou Prefecture in the future!"
"What temple?" Zhaodi didn't hear clearly and asked again.
"Mosque, you can tell him once and he will understand. You don't need to understand. Do you have any other questions?"
"Third brother, this money..." Zhaodi didn't want to leave empty-handed again. Qingyuan was not as good as Xinghua, and he had to eat and drink on the way.
Liang Chuan gave Zhaodi one hundred taels of silver and told Zhaodi: "If it's not enough, let Hussein owe it first. Remember, it's a mosque!" Zhaodi naturally didn't know which god the mosque enshrined, but to Hussein For such a devout believer, being able to give God a place to live in the East means that his status in the religion is sky-high!
Zhaodi sat down and cooked a lot of rice, and Yi Niang baked a few pieces of wheat cake for him, rolled them up with green onions, and wrapped them in oil paper so that he could satisfy his hunger on the road. After recruiting his brother to eat and drink enough, he immediately set off for Qingyuan without any delay.
After Liang Chuan and his younger brother left, he set out to summon Luo Xian and told him to send a few men to strictly guard the rice in the ancestral hall. Except for himself, He Baozheng, Yi Niang and others, it didn't matter what they were doing. No matter how nice it sounds, it cannot be put into the ancestral hall. There are still thousands of kilograms of food in it, so there must be no loss. Let them take care of it tonight, and then change it to someone else tomorrow. From now on, someone will take care of it every day.
In the village's wells, Liangchuan asked people to put a fish into each well during the day. If one day when fetching water, he found that the fish in the well had turned white, he would never drink from that well. This is also a practical method. After all, someone is guarding it. If someone throws the poison in from behind and cannot find it, it is better to keep a fish inside.
After the day's training, Liang Chuan gathered everyone and asked others to set up a sentry post next to the mountain road into the village. One person was arranged to stand guard every day, and another person patrolled the mountain road from time to time. Secret sentries were set up in private houses. , in case the outpost is killed, the entire defense line will be ineffective.
Each squadron leader had to come to him every day to receive the password. Liang Chuan told them that the passwords were from Kangxi to Yongzheng, and the Thirteen Emperors of the Qing Dynasty changed one every day. The team members had never heard of this word, and they didn't know what it meant. Apart from what he told them, Liang Chuan was 100% sure that no one else except his own team members would know these terms.
Zuo Qiuhong's forward battalion set off early the next morning. In Li Chuyi's opinion, the soldiers in the south had no blood at all. They were like flowers in a greenhouse. Only the kind of troops that have been fed by wind and frost can create iron-blooded arrogance. fierce.
Liang Chuan had a very bad premonition early in the morning. It felt like a big stone was stuck in his chest, and he felt unspeakably depressed. His intuition was always very accurate, and he couldn't help but worry about these soldiers. Today, he did not let the team members practice, but gathered everyone together. The wolves were coated with gold juice, and the hatchets and axes were all sharpened. Each village team stood in front of their respective mountain roads and stood ready. Everyone did not understand that the officers and soldiers had gone up the mountain to suppress the rebellious people. , do they still need to go to such trouble?
The sun's rays moved to the middle of the day, making people's heads feel dizzy. The team members had just finished eating, and what Liang Chuan didn't want to see finally happened. The officers and soldiers who went to quell the chaos on the mountain road in the morning abandoned their helmets and armor. They were covered in blood and were completely disorganized. They ran for their lives and collapsed down the mountain. They were not as majestic as they were before they went up the mountain yesterday.
There were only a few soldiers at first, but then more and more soldiers came down the mountain, running down in groups. After receiving the report from the sentry, Liang Chuan followed him to the foot of the mountain to observe the enemy's situation. The officers and soldiers were falling like a mountain, and they had no idea what was going on behind them. .
Liang Chuan ordered everyone to form a formation immediately. The members of each team lined up nervously according to the drill formation, holding their weapons tightly in their hands. They had no way to retreat. This is their home, and the officers and soldiers can leave the villagers behind. They couldn't run for their lives, and all the women and children in the village would die if they ran away.
At the foot of Helu Mountain, Liang Chuan stood at the front of the team holding two big axes. Li Chuyi followed him, holding a hatchet. Behind him were five teams in a mandarin duck formation. They looked at With Liang Chuan standing in front of him, he felt much less nervous, but his palms were still full of sweat. The officers and soldiers had lost so miserably, could they beat him?
The first officers and soldiers who ran to the village entrance were stopped by Liang Chuan: "What's going on on the mountain?"
The officer and soldier were so frightened that they could only tremble. After taking a few deep breaths, they cried: "Then...the...mountain people."
Liang Chuan slapped the officer and soldier, "Speak carefully, you won't die!"
The officer and soldier received a heavy slap, and stars were flashing in his eyes, but fortunately the pain made him temporarily forget his fear, and then he said: "The people of the mountain... set many traps on the mountain. We... were ambushed. Everyone." They all fled down the mountain without even seeing the enemy!"
"How many more of you are there?"
"I don't know, but there aren't many people running behind me..."
Liang Chuan didn't see Zuo Qiuhong and Gao Gan, so he estimated that both of them were killed. Zuo Qiuhong was a foolish young man who was eager for quick success, but it would be a pity if Gao Gan died in battle.
"Don't fucking run away. There's no place to run. If you run away again, I'll chop you up. Take out the knife and stand behind. Follow us to chop people later."
More and more officers and soldiers were running down the mountain. When they saw Liang Chuan's group of people fully armed, they all ran towards them. Places with many people must be safe. Liang Chuan gathered these broken troops and soon gathered nearly fifty or sixty people. They lost all their weapons and randomly picked up a wooden stick from the ground. They followed Liang Chuan's team members and prepared to fight.
At the end of the team, Liang Chuan finally saw an acquaintance, Gao Gan. This kid didn't even have a horse, and he was taking off his armor as he ran. He looked no better than these officers and soldiers. Seeing Liang Chuan was like seeing a savior, and he was about to burst into tears.
"Brother Gao, where is your horse?"
"Damn it, my horse caught a snagging rope and broke its front hoof. I can only rely on two legs."
"The mountain people have been killed!" the sentry shouted loudly.
I saw the mountain people behind beating the drowned dogs and chasing the fleeing officers and soldiers relentlessly. They would kill every one they caught up with without mercy. Their clothes were in tatters, and most of them held bamboo guns and other equipment in their hands. They were better equipped. He was wielding a machete, and his methods were quite brutal. He was indeed a hunter, and his eyes glowed green when he chased his prey.
