At the south gate of Leizhou City, Tu Laosan, who had a wooden sign on his waist, took the small bag of money handed over by the guard guard of the city gate, weighed the portion, and smiled: "The harvest today is good."

The guard of the city gate nodded and bowed: "By relying on the blessing of the head, we will lead us to guard the south gate, facing the dock, and the oil and water are much better than the other three gates."

Tu Laosan smiled complacently. He was not humble at this point. He was really a blessing. At the beginning, all his companions died on the nameless island, and he survived. Later, Liang's family's village, from the Baihu Bagen of the Mongol Yuan to the owner of Liang Qishen, all died almost the same. He saw the opportunity early and escaped with another Korean man Jin Ji, who had been a prisoner on the island, escaped and escaped. Finally, he ran to Guangzhou, and re-elected the new army with the "copper bean" he picked up, and became a ten-man long. Later, he followed Li Shi'an from the ten thousand households to fight. He did not fight the tough battle, but only managed to save food, and was lucky to escape the catastrophe. As the main general Li Shi'an came out of Leizhou, he was also promoted to the top of the brand, and his size was also large.

When it comes to war, he was incompetent, but when it comes to camping, it seems that veterans like him are all very good at it. Although he is now a patrol officer in the South Gate, with no job or quality, he can get a lot of money from the crowd entering the city every day, and accumulate a lot of money, and save a lot of money.

"It's a good job." Tu Laosan patted his men's shoulders with satisfaction and took the opportunity to reward him. "Today, the fisherman Lao Wang and his friends caught a lot of fishing, most of which could not be sold out. When they left the city in the evening, they asked them to keep a few. Our brother cooked them and drank a cup."

The guard was so happy that he grinned and said, "Okay."

After the guards left, Tu Laosan put the money bag in his ear and shook it. He listened to the jingling metal crisp sound, and squinted his eyes comfortably. Suddenly, he seemed to have some sense. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a young monk talking to him: "Amita Buddha..."

"Let's go! The uncle has no money!" Tu Laosan quickly turned his hand, hid the wallet behind him, and waved his other hand hard, looking bored.

The monk was speechless and had to chant the Buddha's name again and shake his head and leave.

A guard who had just been transferred to guard the city gate for a few days said, "Tu Tou, this monk has not given any money..."

Tu Laosan spitted on him: "These monks who eat Shifang beg for alms everywhere. It's okay if you don't ask you to give them money. Do you still want him to give them money?"

The guard wiped the spit on his face and didn't dare to say anything more.

Tu Laosan just put his money bag in his pocket when he looked up and saw a fortune teller walking to his eyes, and said with a smile: "This official, do you want to have a fortune teller?"

Tu Laosan snorted: "The fortune teller, can you figure out how many copper coins you will be going to enter the city later?"

The fortune teller smiled and said, "We are the divine people who calculate the heavens, the earth, the man, but we cannot count ourselves."

Tu Laosan laughed: "Will I do this to calculate for you?"

The fortune teller shook his head and sighed: "What a pity. It turns out that in the heart of the official, a love luck is not as good as a few copper coins."

Tu Laosan was stunned: "What? Peach Blossom Luck? Are you just having fun..."

Before he finished speaking, a two-wheeled van appeared in front of the city gate. The curtain just opened, and a charming and charming face poked out. His voice was soft and graceful: "Ah, is this Leizhou City? After so long, I finally arrived."

Tu Laosan's eyes lit up, and his lower abdomen suddenly became hot. He immediately said to the guards beside him: "Go and find out what the hell is."

The guard said, "What should I do if this fortune teller?"

Tu Lao San waved his hand: "How capable do you have? The fee for entering the city is free."

The fortune teller Han Xiao handed a look that men knew, and laughed and entered the city with a banner.

Soon after, the guard came to report: "It is the top girl invited by Jucuilou in the city, named Hongyun."

When Tu Laosan heard this, he felt itchy, but his savings could not afford to pay the top-notch headband fee. Why not take the opportunity to get along with him first?

The van stayed by the city gate for a moment before he got rid of the fly-like Tu Laosan. He was about to start when a horse was suddenly galloping in the city, shouting as he ran: "The general manager will go on patrol, and the pedestrians will retreat!"

With this shout, the pedestrians in the city scattered and rushed to the streets on both sides to avoid standing solemnly.

Tu Laosan also hurriedly said, "It's the general manager who is on patrol. Please wait, Miss Hongyun." While saying that, he ran to the city gate and stood up straight, straightened his helmet, then straightened his chest and a belly-sagging, pressed his knife with one hand, and looked like he was loyal to his duties.

With the sound of a gong, there were teams of ceremonial guards holding water and fire signs and flags of various colors in the distance, and even knights wearing armored and holding sharp swords to lead the way. Between the flags swept with the sea breeze, two generals wearing helmets and armored soldiers appeared faintly.

In the van, Ding Xiaoyi, who is the maid of Hongyun Xiaoniang, gently hit Ouyang Luoyan's shoulder and said softly: "The one with more than half a horse in front is Li Shi'an, the general manager of Leizhou!"

Ouyang Luoyan whispered: "The one behind is Liu Xiaozhong, deputy general manager."

Ding Xiaoyi snorted coldly: "These two guns of the Battle of Qiongzhou will deal with them sooner or later!"

Li Shi'an was originally in Guangzhou, and his father was appointed as Wanhu. Later, he was ordered to participate in the Battle of the Southern Expedition of Ali Hague. All 40,000 troops were defeated, but he was lucky enough to escape because he was the general official of the grain-giving fortune, but he was not on the battlefield. The Mongol Yuan always punished the defeated generals and officials, but this time even a long-time general like Ali Hague lost his life and the entire army was in full swing. Such a defeat was the first time since the Southern Expedition. With the Ali Hague top tank and his father Li Heng was active, Li Shi'an was lucky to escape.

Not only that, since Li Shi'an was a survivor of the Southern Expedition, Meng Yuan believed that he had a certain understanding of the Longque Army's tactics, so he appointed him as the general manager of Leizhou and resisted at the forefront.

His deputy, deputy general manager, was Liu Xiaozhong, a new affiliated army. Liu Xiaozhong assigned a task to attack the Changhua army. Although he could not conquer, the loss was not great. After the main army failed, he had to lead the army to retreat, so it was not a failure. In a bleak failure, Liu Xiaozhong's troops suffered little loss, so he retreated safely, which was a rare highlight. Just because he did not let Meng Yuan completely look ugly, and it was reasonable to get promoted.

Hongyun frowned slightly: "The two major guards in Leizhou were dispatched at the same time. Isn't it just a simple patrol? What would it be?"

When nearly a hundred steps of the cavalry surrounded the two Leizhou Yuan army commanders passing by the carriage, Ding Xiaoyi, who was accustomed to being a sniper, couldn't help but say, "If my sniper rifle was in hand... no, if I had any gun in my hand, at this distance, I would definitely be able to kill these two Yuan Tartar leaders."

Ouyang Luoyan also clenched her fists tightly: "Although my shooting skills are not as good as yours, as long as I have a gun in my hand, I will definitely be able to kill one at this distance."

Hongyun was speechless. These two militants were just watching for "beheading", but did not consider how to escape after the assassination was successful. This was not Hongyun's timidity, but the third line of Yan Ling's training was that "people are there, guns are there, guns are dead." They can be killed in battle, but guns must never fall into the hands of the enemy. With their abilities, guns cannot be destroyed in such an environment.

Ding Xiaoyi gritted her teeth and suddenly ordered: "Go away! Meet everyone, get the gun as fast as possible, and then - kill and shoot back!"

Ouyang Luoyan and Hongyun looked at each other, nodded vigorously, and were about to instruct the coachman to drive the van, suddenly a neat and loud voice that only the army could make came into his ears: "Welcome to the general manager of Jiankang Prefecture, and march (Part 1) Lord Zhang Gui of Wanhu!"
Chapter completed!