But when more accurate news came out, some mountain people went down the mountain and saw someone walking by instigating teams of unarmed and tied into a string of rebels, they saw it as a truth, and even if they wanted to do so, they would not be able to believe it.

One hundred thousand rebels were destroyed, and Lord Hao won a great victory!

The news was circulating rapidly like crazy. Everyone's first reaction was that they didn't believe it. Then when someone talked to everyone, the original rebels of 80,000 turned into 100,000, and 100,000 turned into 200,000.

Then another news came out. The villages drew people to help bury the bodies and clean up Langshan Pass. As long as they were willing to go, not only would they have a meal, but the rebels also confiscated some things and distributed some to everyone.

The mountain people suddenly became lively, and they all went door to door to announcement, followed by many people descending down the mountain.

As for food rations or distributing some things, mountain people may not pay attention to it. After all, for the mountain people nowadays, time is logging and mining. As long as you do it, you will not worry about no profit. The reason why they are so keen is to join in the fun.

There are not many lively things in the mountains. Moreover, the threat of the rebels is now lifted, which is a good thing after all.

A steady stream of mountain people arrived at Lang San Pass briskly.

The closer they got here, they saw more and more rebels escorted together by ropes and headed towards the county town. These people were hunching their heads, some were dejected, some were trembling, and some looked around in panic. The common point was that everyone was very obedient. Although there were not many officers and soldiers escorting them, sometimes, three or four musketeers escorting dozens of people with short guns in both hands, no one of these people had the slightest idea of ​​escaping.

On the one hand, these people were tired and hungry, and did not have much strength. They had no weapons in their hands and were tied up by ropes. On the other hand, these musketeers had already shocked them, which had already made them frightened birds, and the last bit of courage had been gone. Moreover, it is said that these officers and soldiers did not intend to kill them, and might have to escort them to be coolies. This is a good destination for the prisoners. As for the military officers who have been identified, I don’t know where to take them. However... they could hear the sparse sound of musketeers, and many people secretly speculated that the sound of musketeers might have a lot to do with their military officers.

They really don’t know whether they should be glad or frightened. Now they have no time to think and their hearts are in a mess. Everything follows the instructions of the officers and soldiers and moves forward in a regular manner.

The mountain people looked at them curiously. In fact, the outfits of these rebels are no different from those of the Ming Dynasty official army. They often see these official army and occasionally show off their power, but have never seen such a embarrassment.

The mountain people had already started to whisper, looking at the muskets' eyes, and they were in awe. They were even more mysterious to the legendary Lord Hao.

"The Han people have a saying that there is a kind of god in the sky called Wuquxing, which is equivalent to our Helong Lord who went to the mortal world. This Lord Hao is the Helong Dragon... No, Wuqu Star descended to the mortal world. Can Lord Hao call the wind and rain, sprinkle beans into soldiers? Did you see it? Even the trees on this mountain are all spiritual. Lord Hao burned a knife of yellow paper, and the tree spirits beat drums to cheer for Lord Hao."

"I heard that during the fierce battle a few days ago, these rebels were about to attack the city tower, and then thunder sounded loudly and lightning flickered. The thunder continued for half an hour. So the rebels cried and howled, and the rats ran away and wolves ran..."

Faced with things that they find difficult to understand, the mountain people prefer to explain them with a theory with fantasy characteristics. They believe deeply in these things, so all kinds of gods and monsters are constantly supplemented and enriched, and they are actually quite good.

When they arrived at Langshan Pass, they couldn't help but take a breath. They saw corpses everywhere inside and outside the pass, especially in the wilderness, where blood flowed into a river, and the corpses were buried ten miles long.

The mountain people had never seen such a tragic situation. They all became disgusting and couldn't hold the hoe and shovel on their shoulders.

Fortunately, someone came to contact them at this time. It was Wu Xiong. Wu Xiong seemed radiant, as if he had just married a wife and was full of energy. He actually compared Lord Hao and Liu Jian. This was an unconscious psychological activity. The final conclusion was that Lord Hao was better than Liu Jian. Follow Lord Hao, and he was more proud when walking outside.

Now, he felt that there was no need to compare Liu Jian in front of Lord Hao, because compared with Lord Hao, Liu Jian was simply inferior to the shit. What kind of big dogs is just a profiteer! Lord Hao is a real big business. At most, Liu Jian only showed his power in a small place like Lang San. Our Lord Hao is afraid of everyone wherever he goes.

The most important thing is that Wu Xiong felt that his back was straighter, especially these mountain people, who used to be just superficially obedient to him, but now they treat him as a god envoy in the sky and treat himself as a great witch in the mountains.

"Ahem, I'll distribute the matter. Are you from Jiugou Village? Look, dig a pit there, farther away from the pass, and dig deeper, at least one meter, and dig it in fifty steps. Also, don't smear others' bodies. I know you have the habit of sneaking. Don't argue. When you see the corpse on the road, who doesn't want to touch his pockets, and even have the conscience who even lie down in their clothes. Although time is long and going naked, this matter is a taboo after all. There is no need to cause bad luck. Even if you accumulate good deeds, even if you are a rebel, there is no need to let others die and be ruined. Well, just do it. Someone will send tea in half an hour. Also, if you come, you will help. After the work is done, each person will receive three kilograms of rice and three kilograms of salt. By the way, there are still a lot of pickled pork there. Do you want to carry a few kilograms of pickled pork back?"

The strong men were about to gaggle, and quickly shook their heads and said, "Forget it, I won't want pickled pork."

Wu Xiong smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to know how to avoid it. OK, so I'll give you a few more pieces of cloth. Go quickly and go."

This group of mountain people took the task and went happily.

Wu Xiong held his hands behind his back, like a victorious general, looking proud. When he saw another mountain man coming, he naturally came up and sent him to the dispatch.

Before his complacent spirit could be passed, someone came to pass the message and said, "Mr. Hao asked General Wu to go."

Hao Fenglou naturally did not appoint Wu Xiong as the general manager, but everyone in Langshan called him this, and Wu Xiong also agreed. When he heard Lord Hao's invitation, he immediately restrained his pride and hurriedly said, "I'll go here, I'll go here."

He hurried to Hao Fenglou's residence. Hao Fenglou had just returned with Zhu Di after drinking a few sips of wine. He had taken off his boots and was obviously ready to go to bed.

Wu Xiong looked at Lord Hao, who was as beautiful as a jade, and his heart skipped a beat. What did he ask him to do at this time? Could it be... He suddenly thought that he was actually quite powerful, and it is also reported that the big men in the capital often have different hobbies, could it be...

So Mr. Wu was a little stunned. He was thinking, if Lord Hao wanted to be strong, should he call him or not? He probably prefers the latter. A man is a real man, what is the humiliation under his crotch? The future is important.

Hao Fenglou took a sip of hot tea, the dizziness on his face dissipated, and then said, "How are the cleaning arrangements?"

Wu Xiong immediately put away his messy thoughts and said hurriedly: "It's all right to say to the adults. The mountain people are rushing to come. I heard that the adults need help, and a lot of them have come. I'm afraid that things will be done properly tomorrow morning."

Hao Fenglou said: "When you do well, you are quite appropriate in your work. Very good. Yes, this marquis' mansion has been built. I have recommended you as the chief minister of the marquis' mansion in Luzhou. Although you are a big official, you are still an official. You can live a life and you will be promoted in the future."

When Wu Xiong heard this, he was shocked and then filled with joy.

This chief official position was a special official position in the Ming Dynasty. In fact, according to the original intention of this official position, it was equivalent to a secretary and aide. However, later, it gradually evolved into some subordinate officials of the royal palace and the title of marquis, who were in charge of affairs within the office.

This official is really small, especially the chief of the Hou Mansion, who is as big as sesame and green beans, but is only a ninth rank, equivalent to Bimawen, but for Wu Xiong, it was a great surprise. He said nothing, and tears were already flowing out of his eyes, and he cried loudly: "Grateful, the villain is so kind that he dares not forget each other. Sir... Sir... you are the villain's rebirth of the villain, Sir... Let the villain hammer your feet, your feet are dirty, so wash them for you?"

After all, this guy has never seen any great world. He thinks he has gained benefits and can't help but use the most primitive methods when he wants to be grateful.

However, Hao Fenglou was shocked, and his body fell backwards and shouted, "Don't come over." As a result, the center of gravity shifted, the chair couldn't bear it, and he fell off the chair.

Wu Xiong was startled, and at a loss while not knowing why, and hurriedly shouted: "Sir... what's wrong with you? It's not good... it's not good..."

As he was talking, a figure rushed in, his white clothes as snow as snow, and as fluttering as a fairy.

Wu Xiong's eyes dazzled and he saw Zhu Zhiling, who was usually fierce.

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Chapter completed!