At night, in the wilderness more than 100 miles away from Guangling Town, the rebel army Yaotian Camp, tens of thousands of people crowded together to keep warm. When autumn is late, the temperature difference between day and night is very large.

In the camp, there were crying, wailing, cursing, scolding, and all kinds of noises that made it difficult to fall asleep, but there were still many people who were not affected, and were so tired that they were almost unconscious that they fell to the ground and were in a state of dying.

In the largest tent, the middle-aged man named Yaotian Wang looked gloomy and was asking his subordinates: "Has the signal from the Venerable not arrived yet?"

"Yes, the king of heaven, it's still not here." The subordinate bowed and replied.

"This is not normal, something must have happened."

King Yaotian looked solemn: "The two venerables are very skilled in martial arts and are unfathomable. In theory, there is no one in Guangling Town that can keep her, but now it has been more than a few hours..."

"Wait a little longer, the king doesn't have to worry." His subordinates were careful to comfort him.

Yao-You-You-Xiao-Shunting-New-Fast-Quick-The King of Heaven was irritable and wanted to have an attack, but couldn't find a reason. He held it back and sighed in his heart: If something happened to the Second Venerable, I, a bullshit King of Heaven, will definitely lose my life. How can I not worry?

However, he waited so anxiously until dawn, but still did not wait for any signal he longed for. The exhausted Yaotian King couldn't sit still and stood up and shouted: "You can't wait any longer. After dawn, send troops to Guangling and push the place to flatten it. No matter how hard you have to find out the whereabouts of the Venerable!"

"But……"

Before he could say his subordinates, he heard chaos in the camp outside, screaming in pain, and many people were shouting: "It's a fire, put out the fire, the officers and soldiers' cavalry team is here again..."

"here we go again?"

"Why is that cavalry coming again? Haven't you gone back?"

King Yaotian and his confidants were both stunned, but then they realized: Something really happened! If the two priests had succeeded, there would be no leader in Guangling Town, and there would be chaos. It would be impossible for another cavalry to send him to continue to make trouble.

"asshole!"

King Yao Tian lifted the table and rose up, furious like a brown bear with a wounded head.

When the cavalry arrives, their speed will be greatly slowed down. Why are they sending troops to the sky? I don’t know how long it takes to move over little by little.

In fact, there were not many real rebels, only a few thousand people, all bandits on the hills in Guangling. The reason why they seemed to be huge is that they coerced tens of thousands of people, which made them seem crowded and silly called themselves a hundred thousand army.

If they gave up on the people and only a few thousand people rushed to Guangling, they would not be so bold. The bandit leaders on various hills would not agree.

The bandit leaders would say: Only when there are too many people can we accomplish things. We who are just blocking the road will have the courage to rebel, and will we wait until today?

But if you take the people with you, you will not be able to walk fast at all. If you continue to waste your life day by day, you should send someone to punish us, the bullshit king before you can arrive in Guangling Town.

What to do? What to do? What should I do?

Yesterday, I was still the magnificent King of Yao Tian, ​​who was wandering around the big tent without any control, like a headless fly...

The morning in Guangling Town is quite quiet. After several days of running-in and adapting, although most refugees still live in rag tents, they can have a few bowls of thick porridge and pickles every day. The stomach and intestines are almost in good condition, and people are also energetic.

The porridge distributed in the town is really not fooling people. Although it cannot hold the chopsticks, it is also quite thick. Such porridge is the most nourishing. The refugees have no complaints, but instead are in a hurry to take care of themselves. They can find a job to earn some money, or join the construction army and build a decent house for their families.

The thatched hut is also a bit stronger than a tent. It’s enough to live in a place. It’s just like this, so there are no such high requirements.

There are not enough houses in the town, but there are still many open spaces, because at the earliest, the four walls of Guangling Town were established based on the scale of 2,000 households, but in fact there were only one thousand households. In recent years, wars have occurred, and many families have directly lost their households, and now there are only more than 800 households left.

There are only seven or eight hundred households in more than 3,000 refugees. If many bachelors take local widows and directly incorporate them into their original household registration, the total number of households will be reduced, so it is still acceptable.

However, there is no unnecessary field outside the town, and the livelihood of newly-entry residents will depend on the thousand-family adults to find other solutions.

Although Guangling Town is a Qianhu garage station, many times larger than a conventional town, it is still a place where arable land is limited and it is a dare to store so many refugees. Some people will definitely say: Luo Qianhu is simply crazy. Isn’t this asking for death by himself?

There are more than 3,000 refugees. Not to mention towns, the upper-class counties that produce the most grains dare not accept it. What is it that they are seeking death?

Fortunately, our Qianjia is very capable, and at present, no one of the people has suffered a loss, especially the original old townspeople, who have lived a better life than before.

This morning, my sister-in-law's father, Uncle Feng, came to visit the Luo family again. Luo Chong was not there and was busy with business outside. Uncle Feng was not here to have dinner, but just came to see his daughter while he had nothing to do and chatted with Luo's mother.

"My mother-in-law, I feel strange when I talk about it."

Uncle Feng said: "These days, I have almost visited the entire town and met many neighbors. They all said that with so many refugees, life has not only not been affected, but has been better than before. How is this possible? Tell me, what's going on?"

"My dear husband, I am a wife, I am illiterate and do not read books. You have more knowledge than me. You don't understand. What can I say?"

Luo's mother smiled and said, "Let your baby daughter talk about it, she knows a lot."

My sister-in-law took the conversation and began to understand it with her understanding: "I think it was because I had foreseeed it and expected this situation in advance. Before anyone could rebel, she sent people to buy food and collect supplies everywhere. I heard that several large warehouses in the town were filled with food and other things, and I couldn't finish it, haha."

Haha means that I also feel that I am too exaggerating to say that I can’t finish eating food.

"Well, I could indeed buy food at that time."

Uncle Feng nodded, secretly admired Luo's jealous eyes. Anyone who rebelled could predict in advance that the military intelligence must be very good. I don't know how many spies were scattered outside.

In recent years, the territory of Guangling has not suffered much disaster. The rich gentry and family have stored a lot of surplus grain. If they are willing to spend money, they can indeed buy a lot of grain from several nearby counties.

The key is, where did he get so much money?

Uncle Feng said this, we are neither the Jinyiwei nor the thief spy, so there is no need to inquire about the secrets of Mo Er. As long as we know, he is prepared and will not be overwhelmed by these refugees, we will be relieved.

My sister-in-law was still saying: "The old town people live a good life because many men from many families are in the army under my hands and receive two months of salary in advance. In addition, the prices in the town are strictly restricted by my brother, so no one dares to raise prices. If you have money in your hands, life will be better."

"Oh, no wonder."

Uncle Feng nodded again, but he still had the same question in his heart: God, he still dares to advance so many soldiers to pay two monthly salary? Where did he get so much money?

Uncle Feng is a veteran, and he doesn't understand that the court is so poor that the regular troops guarding the frontier cannot pay any money. The soldiers are holding white sticks, and they can only eat enough to live a full life.

He has only been a thousand households for a few days and has so much money in his hand. I don’t know how many big households he secretly robbed in order to...

OK! You can't say such words randomly, and you can't even think about them.

Uncle Feng was alert in time. Anyway, he knew that everything was under the control of the child, so we, the useless old man, didn't need to worry about it.

That night, three more people with high martial arts skills easily avoided the guards on the city wall, sneaked into the town, and found the Luo family mansion.

Obviously, it was here to save the female assassin again.

This time, they became sensible. One of them sneaked into the yard where Luo's mother and sister-in-law lived and prepared in advance. If there were any mistakes in the rescue process of the other two, then this person could take hostages and threaten Luo Chong, and exchange Luo's mother and sister-in-law for their venerable master.

The idea was pretty good, but the other two touched Hei and pried open the door. They just entered the room where the female assassin was. They heard her sigh deeply, and then they turned black and fell into a coma.

A few minutes later, Luo Chong came in with the guy who was trying to take the hostage, stacked the three of them like building blocks, and with one knife, he put the three heads in candied haws.

“Four more.”

Luo Chong said to the female assassin: "Do you think anyone dares to come after this time?"

"Let me see them before I can answer you."

The female assassin sat on the ground, leaning against the wall, looking very pitiful. If it were other men, they would definitely not be able to control themselves and go forward to take good care of them.

The three dead people were all black night clothes from head to toe and masked with headbands, and the female assassin could not recognize their exact identities.

Luo Chong pulled out the battle knife from his three heads and picked the hood a few times. After seeing it, a noticeable vibration flashed in his expression.

She exhaled slowly before answering: "At least, they will not take this method again."

In fact, the shock in my heart was far beyond the surface, because one of the dead, the middle-aged man with a bearded man was her senior brother, and his cultivation was not much weaker than her, and he was even more famous in the world, but no one knew his other secret identity.

Unexpectedly, he died just like a toy and was put on by someone, and then killed with a knife, and he didn't even know how he died.

"This person is so terrible. The leader, the Saint, will be as weak as a child in front of him..."

The female assassin looked at Luo Chong with an extremely complicated look, and his heart was full of doubts: "With such terrible strength, he should be a world-renowned powerful man. How could he be willing to be a thousand-household in such an inconspicuous town?"

Although Qianhu is a fifth-rank official, there are not many things that military officials can manage, and there is not much money to make. Especially in the local garrisons, they are even more poor and destitute. I have never heard of a Qianhu who can make a fortune.

"Who are you...?"

Finally, she couldn't help asking this.

Luo Chong tied three corpses together with a hemp rope and picked them up. Then he answered her: "Luo Dong, a Qianhu of Guangling, is known as the Sixth Knife in the World. If you say you cut two taels, you will not be short of one ounce."

Then he took the body out.

Note: Kuaidao Six is ​​a guy who sells pork in the town. Luo Chong once bought a whole pig head at his stall.r1148

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