A thousand people are completely connected to the sky; a thousand people are boundless and unobstructed.

Looking at the hustle and bustle of human head in front of him, Huo Bao couldn't take his eyes away and swallowed.

Marshal Liu of Bozhou had only eight thousand people, so he could unite a few people to seize a state; Deng Jian had so many people, even if he could not occupy a state, there would be no problem to occupy a few county towns.

"Gudu", "Gudu", at the entrance of the military camp, there are about ten large iron pots with a diameter of five or six feet, and the inside is steaming with thick porridge.

Next to the iron pot are piles of sacks.

There are two open mouths that reveal the food inside.

No matter who set up an ambush outside the city last night, this "bait" was swallowed by Deng Jian.

The thick porridge this morning and the food piled up next to it are for everyone to see.

There are 500 soldiers in the county and one square town, and each town has various town flags.

The soldiers were all concentrated under the town, and Huo Bao also understood how Hou Xiaoming knew the number of people yesterday.

Know the number of people in each town and count the town flags to calculate the total number.

The county soldiers began to line up to serve porridge, and Deng Jian also invited Huo Bao and others into the barracks.

Huo Bao did not go in immediately and said to Hou Xiaoming: "Call the brothers who came in yesterday, and my cousin is not an outsider here."

Hou Xiaoming took the order.

Deng Jian smiled at Huo Bao and entered the barracks.

After a while, someone sent food, and nothing else, it was a large bowl of thick porridge.

Everyone was hungry all night, no one talked, and they all spent their breakfast.

After using up a bowl of porridge, Hou Xiaoming also brought people over.

Not counting himself, there are four people in total, all of whom are the local heroes under Tu San.

Deng Jian put down the bowl of porridge and looked at the few people carefully: "These are useful, and they are yours? Why are they so different from the previous few?"

"No, these are the warriors around my third uncle... My third uncle is the commander of Marshal Liu of Bozhou..." Huo Bao chose to tell the truth.

Huo Bao was in the situation before, and he was confused when he was concerned; now he was awake and understood.

If Deng Jian really wholeheartedly loyal to the court, he would not have only expelled the Baishan Army when he "recovered" Qu Yang, and he would have to calculate the credit during the war.

Deng Jian’s separatism is more like “waiting for sale”.

As for whether the buyer is a court or a white-shirted army, it depends on the price.

Even if it has just expanded, it is still a human hand.

There are more than 20,000 troops, and these people are just a matter of training.

These personnel, whether they are cheaper or Marshal Liu behind their uncle, were not what Huo Bao wanted.

Instead of hiding yourself and waiting for the third uncle to come here to "recruit" himself, it would be better to make a move by yourself.

Huo Bao's eyes were full of sincerity.

Deng Jian ordered everyone around him to change the bowls. When everyone had almost the same food, they only had the uncle and nephew of Mianzhu, adding one bowl after another.

"This is the first time I saw someone who can eat like my father! You can't be wrong. Cousin, you must be my dear cousin!" Xiuxiu said in surprise.

Mr. Deng nodded and said, "If you can eat well, you will be blessed!"

After eating five or six bowls of thick porridge in a row, Deng Jian put down his chopsticks, and Huo Bao did not add any more porridge. The uncle and nephew were considered to have used up breakfast.

"Let's go and play with me!" Deng Jian stood up and greeted Huo Bao.

Huo Bao stood up and agreed.

Huo Bao, Shui Jin and others also followed, wanting to go out.

"Don't be idle either. Ask some people to follow me, send the old man back to Sifanglou, and bring all the people there..." Speaking of this, Deng Jian brought murderous aura: "Take them all back, whether they went there last night or the first ones!"

Judging from what this said, there was a mistake in the hands of the people who had arranged it to Sifang Inn.

Huo Bao, Shui Jin didn't expect Deng Jian to treat everyone as an outsider so much, so he ordered him and looked at Huo Bao.

Huo Bao nodded and said, "My cousin has given him instructions, Brother Shui, let's take the leopard and take him there!"

Xiuxiu wanted to go to the schoolyard, but she was worried that Mr. Deng would go back to Sifanglou.

The uncle and nephew walked towards the schoolyard.

"Tell me, my eyes are spinning around, what are you holding back?" Deng Jian snorted.

Huo Bao blinked innocently: "My nephew is just worried about his cousin. That Huang Juren is not a thing, but what he said makes some sense... I heard that the court values ​​culture and over military forces, and often rotates the generals of various places to lead troops, and is very cautious. This is the case with the generals stationed in the area, and like what his cousin does now, it is also a big taboo."

"So what if you violate a taboo? The Jianghuai River has become mud. Can the court pass by the white dog to deal with me?" Deng Jian disagreed.

"Cousin... Is he a self-reliance?" Huo Bao lowered his voice.

"Am I stupid? Even though many people have died in natural disasters and man-made disasters in the past two years, the population of Daning is 50 million or 60 million. What's the use of these 20,000 people?"

"No matter what cousin's plan is, you have to rely on one end..." Huo Bao paused: "Cousin seems to disagree with the White Shirt Army?"

"Hmph! Pretending to be a god and making ghosts, using the Buddhist teachings to practice selfish desires, and speaking of ruining the people, these white dogs may not be much better than the government!"

“…”

Huo Bao didn't know how to answer the conversation.

Just now, I had already talked to you. Seeing that Deng Jian was talking about "white dogs" in private, he obviously had no good feelings for Baishanjun.

Seeing that Huo Bao was silent, Deng Jian stopped, turned around and looked at him, saying, "Have you read a book?"

"I've been studying in the Meng family for two years."

"Then please think about it, is there any way to be easily accepted and convinced by the people like Maitreya?"

Huo Bao's eyes widened.

Deng Jian still has the will to be independent!

But it is also understandable that in the troubled times, who doesn’t want to make trouble?

However, the Maitreya religion has been passed down for hundreds of years and has integrated the Tao and Buddhism. It is easy to understand and familiar to the people.

If it were other teachings, it would be difficult to spread.

Nowadays, there are many people who are extremely poor, so communism is suitable for spreading, but in that way, it will offend the gentry class.

Now the people are divided into four levels: scholars, farmers, workers, and merchants. The "workers" here refer to craftsmen, not workers' brothers.

In the farming society, knowledge is still monopolized by the scholars, and the people's wisdom has not yet been opened. If you want to abandon the gentry and rely on the farmers to seize the world, that is a dream.

"Cousin, even if he hastily thought of something else, it's too late... Jianghuai is in chaos, and Jiangnan doesn't think it will take long to come."

The Daning Dynasty is now a broken lantern, and it is airtight.

In the final analysis, it is because the imperial power is unclear, the administration is corrupt, and the exploitation of the people is too cruel.

In addition to the years of natural disasters, man-made disasters come one after another, revealing the appearance of the end of the world.

Deng Jian showed a little bit of depression: "The country that has been built with great effort has been in such a disaster for sixty or seventy years! Is there no way out and I will give Liu Sheng a hand in vain? Why?"

"Master Liu gathered together to burn incense and led the head of the Maitreya religion in Bozhou... My cousin had the previous "recovery" incident, and I was afraid he would not be able to walk this path unless... he met a master, woke up and returned to the Maitreya religion..."

"Who is the 'expert'? Your third uncle?" Deng Jian raised his eyebrows.

"My third uncle was ordered to take back Quyang and prepare for the battle of Chuzhou... Marshal Liu is from Chuzhou and will not give up his ancestral land..."

In the eyes of the Lords of Chuzhou Prefecture, Deng Jian’s “rough soldiers” here are no different from those of the White-Shirted Army. He hopes that both sides will meet and enjoy the benefits of the fisherman.

If Deng Jian takes a step back and bows his head to the prefecture, the next step is to mobilize troops to defend Chuzhou and fight against the White-Shirted Army.

Deng Jian obviously understood this, so he was so worried.

But from the fact that he knew it was a trap and went out of the city to look for food himself, it can be seen that he could not bear the load of these 20,000 troops.

There is no need to wait for the court to convict, nor for the Baishan Army to attack. One day, the 20,000 troops will be destroyed and everything will be gone.

How can we help Deng Jian solve the current crisis?

Huo Bao inexplicably thought of someone.

Xue Biao.

It’s not that I remembered Xue Biao’s grain shop in Jinling, but that I remembered his fraud in human trafficking.

Huo Bao's eyes lit up.

"Cousin, since I can't raise 20,000 people, then...... the elite soldiers... The Baishan Army is short of people and recruits soldiers everywhere to prepare for attacking Chuzhou. If my cousin uses this negotiation, keeps Quyang, occupy Binjiang again, and opens up the road to transport grain south, it will be easier to raise soldiers."

Chuzhou has four counties under its jurisdiction, with the prefecture under Yongyang County, and Lingshui County, Quyang County and Binjiang County.

Binjiang County is close to the Yangtze River. You can cross the river to Jinling, or go up the river to the two lakes.
Chapter completed!