Chubei Temple Camp.

Huo Bao looked at Monk Feng opposite him and felt familiar inexplicably.

This Haiqing, this bracelet, this expression...

Huo Bao looked at the Master of Ma, and when he saw the Master of Ma, he smiled and looked at Monk Feng's luck.

That's right!

This true Buddha's reincarnation looks similar to Xue Biao.

But Xue Biao is a fake, pretending to be a monster and brings some pretentiousness.

The man in front of him had kind eyes, as if he was reincarnated by a real Buddha, with his own halo.

There is a bit of Buddha nature from the inside out.

No matter whether it is a real Buddha or a fake Buddha, you only bring one follower to Chuzhou camp. This is courage and demeanor.

"General Ma, Huo Xiaoshuai..."

Monk Feng was really as a guest as usual, gentle and polite: "The wandering people come and disturb you..."

The master of the village brought a little solemnly: "Marantor Feng, don't be polite, it's all fate, this is not just a matter of catching up..."

Huo Bao sat down at the head of the Ma Village Master, looking very well-behaved and nephew, and did not interrupt.

Monk Feng said earnestly: "The people in Bozhou City are uneven. If there is no foreign aid, I am afraid that Bozhou City will not be able to defend for long... The Shandong army has brutalized and slaughtered Xuzhou before. If the city is broken, more than 100,000 soldiers and civilians in the city will be in danger! I want to visit Marshal Huo to ask for reinforcements, and I also ask General Ma to report it on his behalf!"

The leader of the village frowned and looked at Monk Feng with a complicated look, "The military situation in Bozhou is indeed important... but our Marshal Huo is not in the prefecture now, and has gone to Binjiang... Before leaving, he said that he had something to go to Changzhou, but he didn't know if he had crossed the river..."

With 80,000 imperial troops present, how should the Chuzhou army wade into this muddy water?

Hundreds of miles away, I ran to rescue, did I have that kind of friendship?

Monk Feng's eyes showed a little disappointment.

Seeing this, the Ma Village Master was embarrassed and said, "Why don't you go to Lingshui for help first? I will ask someone to send a letter to us, Shuai Huo?"

Monk Feng bowed and said, "The six thousand soldiers I brought were tired from traveling far away and the food was cut off. Can you allow me to rest in Chuzhou for a while..."

“…”

The room was silent.

After a while, the leader of the village sighed and said helplessly: "Master Feng, you are not an outsider, and Lao Ma doesn't hide it from you. Borrowing land is a small matter, and grain is a big matter... Chuzhou has been drought for years, and the grain is a poor harvest. People can barely make a living. They cannot collect taxes and grain at all, and there is no food storage in the area... Our Chuzhou army's military supplies all from Jinling to sell grain... The price of Jinling has previously increased to 150 yuan for rice. The new grain is on the market, which has caused the price to drop slightly, which is also 120 yuan for rice..."

Monk Feng showed a look of compassion: "Six thousand soldiers, no food for two days... If there is no solution, there may be a disaster for the camp..."

The Ma Village Master had a cold look on his face.

Is this a threat?

If you don’t give food, you will be destroyed? Will you harm Yongyang?

The leader of the village looked at Monk Feng and didn't speak.

Huo Bao also understood and looked at Monk Feng and was on guard.

Monk Feng lowered his eyelids and sighed: "There is no other way. I'll ask General Ma to report to Marshal Huo. Feng wants to bring these six thousand people to Marshal Huo's command!"

The leader of the village was almost shocked and jumped up.

Huo Bao narrowed his eyes, feeling shocked and confused.

The leader of the village said seriously: "Marantor Feng has already thought about it. You are also a hero. Bozhou may not be able to be protected. Do you really want to join me Chuzhou and be subordinate to others?"

Monk Feng sighed and said, "I will lead everyone to escape from poverty. Can I still watch them starve to death?"

The master of the village was puzzled: "Why can we reach this place? This place can be reached in one day without Lingshui. Even if we go northeast, it will be less than a hundred miles away from Xuyi County, Chuzhou..."

"Chuzhou is still under the rule of the imperial court, adjacent to Bozhou and Yangzhou. The army of Bozhou is approaching. Yangzhou is already stationed in a defender, and when entering Chuzhou, it is inevitable that it will be attacked by the enemy... On the Lingshui side, General Han has transported grain from Bozhou since June..."

“…”

So is it still for a ration?

Is this a lie to Chuzhou?

If you don’t borrow food, just invest in Chuzhou?

Can you feed it?

The leader of the village looked at Huo Bao.

Both uncle and nephew had a decision on their eyes.

Whether it is a real or a fake one, it is not reasonable to give it to your mouth.

The leader of the village immediately stood up and said, "This is a major event. Old Ma dared not make a decision. He also asked Marshal Feng to go to Binjiang in person to see my brother and discuss this major event!"

Monk Feng stood up and bowed his head to the ceremony: "I'll bother General Ma to arrange it!"

"Then the men under Feng Shuai's command?"

"But ask my junior brother to go back and pass the message on the spot to restrain him!"

"Then I, the two thousand newcomers of Chuzhou Army?"

"Before I came out, I had already left a message to my junior brother to release the person. It should be around noon."

"Haha! Feng Shuai is so generous, I, Lao Ma, are not a stingy person. I will ask someone to prepare a few more trucks of food and take it back for General Yin."

For a moment, it turned out to be happy.

Without waiting for the horse's village leader to arrange personnel, Zhu Qiang is coming back to deliver the letter.

The Bozhou army was released, and everyone had already arrived at the Chubei Temple station and could arrive before noon.

Huo Bao was worried.

It's not well-informed, it's really urgent.

Didn’t it mean that since the rebellion of the Tong leader, the white-shirted soldiers from all over the country responded one after another?

What's going on elsewhere?

The three of the disciples...uncle...

"Uncle Six, I will take Feng Shuai to Binjiang. I want to discuss with my father whether to send someone to Bozhou to support me!"

Huo Bao sighed in his heart and made a decision.

The leader of the village quickly shook his head: "No! The situation in Bozhou is not clear, why should we trek into this muddy water in Chuzhou?"

"Sixth uncle, I'm not for Bozhou... If Bozhou is going to be lost, Chuzhou will have no barriers, and face the imperial army..."

The Ma Village Master was silent.

Everyone understands the principle of losing lips and cold teeth.

But Bozhou and Chuzhou have become deeply rifty and are difficult to be friends, so there will be a battle sooner or later.

Whether to save or not has their own advantages and disadvantages, and it is difficult to decide.

Before Huo Bao could set off, Zhu Qiang came over.

"The four generals are all martial monks, and they are equated with Marshal Feng's brothers. They are respectful as they face the Lord. They have no objection to Marshal Feng's orders and are completely obeyed... The Bozhou army is not like ordinary peasant soldiers. They are not sincere yesterday, but today they look at their orders, are well-trained, have complete weapons and armor, and are equipped no less than our Chuzhou soldiers. They are tired from traveling far away, and they are still attacked in the middle of the night without a blow-up. It's not good luck, but they just surround two thousand new people with their strength..."

Huo Bao and the Ma Village Master looked at each other.

Such soldiers cannot be trained by "equality and power".

Behind it, there must be strong financial support.

No matter where the east wind was borrowed by Monk Feng, he would put his mark on these people.

These six thousand people are really hard to overcome.

...

Huo Bao brought ten entourages, and Monk Feng was alone, twelve, one by one, two horses, left the camp and headed south.

General Yin took the grain cart and headed north.

...

From Chubei to Binjiang, there are an official road, one hundred and ten miles.

Monk Feng was worried, and Huo Bao had no intention of talking, but he was speechless all the way.

The group rode on two horses and rode a stand in Quyang City, and arrived at Binjiang without any prior stance.

...

The Binjiang Camp was later built and specialized as the base camp of Zhanhezhou. It covers a vast area and is extremely grand.

When Huo Bao and his party arrived, several teams on the school are still practicing.

Among them are Deng and Shui, both soldiers and horses, who have seen blood, and they are full of murderous aura when they practice.

Because Monk Feng was there, Huo Bao did not enter the camp directly and sent Hou Xiaoming to his father to report the matter.

Even though Monk Feng wanted to join Chuzhou, he was still a guest at this moment, and he was also a commander in the side, so it was not easy to be disrespectful.

Monk Feng looked at the endless barracks and looked stunned.

Huo Bao had no meaning to explain.

In less than a quarter of an hour, a group of people hurried out from the barracks.

Huo Wu, Deng Jian, Master Lin, Shui Jin and others all came out.

Seeing his son, Huo Wu was in a good mood and smiled at Monk Feng: "Ship Feng has come here and has never been welcomed. Huo is rude!"

Monk Feng gave a bow: "Feng Jue, Bozhou, has seen Shuai Huo, and was an uninvited guest, and he was bothering me!"

Huo Wu looked at the familiar look, said twice, "Haha" and made a call, "Please also ask Feng Shuai to come to the camp to speak!"

Monk Feng nodded and followed.

Shui Jin approached Huo Bao and asked in a low voice: "Bozhou is really surrounded by the imperial army? Then... there is news about the Third Master and the others..."

Huo Bao paused and looked at him.

Shui Jin's expression was entangled and his eyes were very complicated.

Huo Bao comforted: "Brother Shui, there is no news, it is good news..."

Shui Jin was upset: "Brother Bao, don't blame me, I don't know what..."

Huo Bao understood Shuijin's entanglement.

He himself was not like this.

But his starting point is Suwei Chuzhou.

Shui Jin said it was heartless, but he felt affectionate to Tu San and others.

...

Binjiang Camp, the conference hall, and everyone took the seats.

Monk Feng talked to everyone about the troops in Bozhou City.

"There are three forces in the city, including Marshal Sun, Marshal Liu, and 12,000 guardians from Xuzhou..."

Everyone was puzzled after hearing this.

These people combined have more than 50,000 people. They do not need to be afraid of the 80,000 army.

I heard Monk Feng continue to say: "When the Shandong army surrounded Xuzhou, it mobilized 160,000 people, because I was afraid that this was the front army and another rear army would go south..."

Everyone's faces were solemn.

Facing the 80,000 imperial soldiers, they only chose to defend the city and were unable to fight.

Not to mention 160,000 soldiers.

Huo Wu said seriously: "If 160,000 troops arrive in Bozhou, it is indeed difficult to defend Bozhou. I heard that Feng Shuai was planning to ask for help before, what kind of help was he asking for? The total strength of Chuzhou is not as strong as Bozhou, and the Bozhou city has 60,000 troops, and he can only defend the city and dare not fight. Could it be that the two, 30,000 people in Chuzhou go north to fight with the imperial army?"

Monk Feng said: "The head of the Huangzhou scholar has burned incense and revolted. I want to ask Marshal Huo to send someone north to help the Baishan Army in Huangzhou to act."

Huangzhou, the north of Bozhou, is affiliated to Henan Road.

The white-shirted army in Huangzhou has a foothold...

It cannot block the imperial army. The imperial army can choose to detour Huaian, northeast of Bozhou.

unless……

"There are Buddhist troops in Huai'an?" Huo Wu asked.

"Yes, on July 30th, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Christmas, the Huai'an religion gathered to burn incense and rebellion, and occupied the prefecture!"

Huo Bao's heart was beating.

Here comes!

Finally here!

What I get now is news from the Huanghuai area.

But according to the historical trend, at this time, the rebels in Jiangxi and Zhejiang also burned incense and revolt one after another!
Chapter completed!