A crying child has milk. After experiencing the Double Island Mutiny, Pidao’s first reaction was to make trouble!

All the checkpoints were confined, and tens of thousands of Pidao soldiers were on vacation by Mao Wenlong. They ran to the streets and screamed, which was a parade. They scared the merchants and alleys to close their doors and pedestrians. They could not leave. In the writings of some literati living in Dongjiang Town, they quickly turned into a turbulent army. The soldiers were called owls and passed to the capital.

The wood is so beautiful that the wind will destroy it! Yuan Chonghuan's cowhide is too strong, and some people have disliked him. If Mao Wenlong died, the dead man had no use value, and he would not dare to say anything. The court could only admit this established fact! But Mao Wenlong was alive, and Yuan Chonghuan forced this general who worked hard on the front line of the anti-Jin rebel almost to rebel. That's it!

Even Emperor Chongzhen was dissatisfied and issued three edicts to scold Yuan Chonghuan, but did not leave Mao Wenlong's urination. There had been news from the court that the capital sent an imperial envoy to bring 200,000 taels of military pay and more than 100,000 stones of military rations, and prepared to rush to Pi Island to pacify the morale of the army.

However, Yuan Chonghuan did not suffer any loss in this battle. Although he was scolded by public opinion, Yuan Chonghuan was still very tough and sent troops to forcefully take over Lushunkou. With the former Dongjiang general Shang Kexi, Mao Wenlong's series of military achievements, Jin, Fu and Gai battles were all achieved here, especially this place is an extremely important ginseng mink trading market. This time, Mao Wenlong hid in the study and cursed for a long time.

The ups and downs in the capital are their big names. Mao Jue is still a small general. These are not related to him for the time being. He has neither interest in following the intrigue or energy to get involved.

This time, the power structure of Dongjiang Town has obviously changed. First of all, Shen Shikui, the second-ranked figure in Dongjiang Town, was obviously indifferent to the generals. A group of generals were promoted and lowered. Mao Youde, who made contributions, was valued. Mao Zhongming was valued. The former directly controlled the Xidaying, and the latter was also transferred out to be his own side. Mao Jue did not live a leisurely life. Although he was still a general, he was put on a heavy burden by Mao Wenlong and gave him all his old subordinates, a battalion of nearly a thousand people. Moreover, unlike the thousand households under Mao Jue's previous command, these were all war soldiers.

But to be honest, Mao Jue is unwilling to bring these guys.

“Ha~ho~”

Facing the sun and rolling his eyes, Mao Jue couldn't help but yawn heavily.

Although he was wearing a phoenix-winged helmet and wearing cotton armor, he was tilted and tears were flowing with his head. No matter how he looked, he looked like a playboy, especially the handsome "sussy" Suyi behind him. This girl was really idle at home. Anyway, Mao Jue was the eldest son of the Mao family. He bribed Mao Youde two jars of wine, and Suyi followed him in.

Wen Meng, Pang Dahai, the chief of the Qian soldiers and the chief confidants, looked very majestic, and today is the day to accept Shang Kexi's soldiers. In any case, they have to support the master's power. Unfortunately, they are really unable to help with such a master.

Fortunately, the audience was not a good thing. About twenty thatched houses were neatly surrounded by courtyards. The camp was messy, with clothes hanging randomly, piles of miscellaneous items in the corners, and a smell of urine. Those walking through the camp room were not soldiers wearing battles, but groups of chickens, ducks and dogs. They could be slightly cleaner by relying on the house at the east end. There were weapons racks at the door, including big swords and spears, and the whole piece was left, which was a big village.

Mao Jue was not surprised. In the late Ming Dynasty, everything was corrupted, civil officials were corrupted, and the army was corrupt. In fact, only the mercenaries could receive military pay were less than 200 Shang Kexi's confidants. The remaining months were only able to get a few dou of loose grain and make a bunch of money. How much combat power could they expect to exert in this situation?

Moreover, many of the combat-capable personal soldiers died on the Shuangdao, and some of them followed Shang Kexi. The rest were not on the same path as him. It was too difficult to make this army show its combat effectiveness. This is also one of the reasons why Mao Jue couldn't lift himself up.

Relying on the barracks on the east side, there were still soldiers wearing some energy-dressing soldiers waiting there. A middle-aged man with fat face and a fat man who was about to push his cotton armor into a bun on his body was full of smiles, his eyes were almost squeezed out. He was waiting there. The figure of this guy was a bit similar to that of Pang Dahai, but Pang Dahai was really strong and not that exaggerated. He still had a lot of strength, but this guy was fat at first glance, and probably had a lot of food and drinks on weekdays.

Next to him was a man with a burly figure that was slightly taller than Mao Youde, with a silky face full of flesh and a few scars. This man was really a hero. Unfortunately, he was full of rebellious expressions. He held his arms and raised his head arrogantly, as if he didn't want to look at Mao Jue at all.

The ones behind were all soldiers, and many of them were injured, but they were all good in physical condition, with big arms and round waists. The two in front were probably the leaders of Shang Kexi, while the ones behind were personal soldiers and the small flag of the general flag, which was considered the most powerful combat power of Shang Kexi Camp, but these people still made Mao Jue shake his head.

Not to mention the physique, just this messy standing image of the group of people reflects their lack of discipline, which is still too far from Mao Jue's ideal army.

"Oh, Mr. Qian!"

Mao Jue led several personal soldiers and generals, shaking in like a gangster. Before he could come, the fat and sensational general was already greeted with a smile on his face. His fat head was as slapped as the translator in the anti-Japanese drama, and tried hard to twist his thick waist off and bowed a lot.

"Preface Su Changmei, meet Mr. Qian!"

Mao Jue almost coughed and passed away.

This name is really elegant, but this look... is "Korea" close to you. I really don't know what courage he has made him not float over and have a plastic surgery under this name.

This guy is still very familiar. Before Mao Jue can react, he has already introduced himself incessantly.

"I am a native of Hangzhou. I am from the same territory as Mr. Qian. I have also studied for several years. I have been recognized as the chief manager of the Houying and the governor of the grain road in the Yizi Camp. This person is the Hu Feng, the former post of our Yizi Camp. The Hu Feng, who is the Hu Feng, who has come to see Mr. Mao Qian!

This is a bit embarrassing. Although there are few soldiers, many officers in Shangkexi Battalion are on the same level as Mao Jue, and they are even one or two more ranks older than him. It is really not easy to suppress the situation. Sure enough, it seems extremely reluctant. This outpost provocation who should be a Mongolian origin snorted at Mao Jue and arched his fist and said, "Thu Feng". He turned around and left, and even followed him, the personal soldiers who came out together, and the small bannermen of the General Banner also left a little.

"What's it!"

Wen Meng was unwilling to get up immediately and cursed in vain behind: "I've been a cousin and I'm still a archway, and I'm showing my loyalty. You're going to Lushun, what big onions are here to fill it with?"

"Oh, this military man calms down. He is a crab, straight and unkind, and handsome. Don't be as knowledgeable as him!"

The relationship between the two seems to be pretty good. The Sammo Hung version of Su Changmei hurriedly nodded with a smile and said yes, celebrating favors.

This camp that had just experienced the rebellion had not had high expectations. She snorted vaguely and then took the lead in walking towards the central army before Shang Kexi. She squeezed out a smile on her face. The Su Duqian Grain Road forced a thick face to squeeze next to Mao Jue and followed him in.

After all, it is a warrior. Shang Kexi's battalion has a foundation. It has more than 600 bird guns, fifty tiger squat cannons, and two hundred cavalrymen. Although only 16 are left now, the horses are still there, and the blood in his heart has not been extinguished. Shang Kexi's battalion is still fattened, but like all common problems in the Ming army, Shang Kexi also values ​​personal soldiers and despises other troops. Except for his personal cavalry, his other soldiers are very average.

When they walked over, the soldiers were washing clothes, cooking, and more than a dozen cast iron tiger squatting cannons were thrown directly into the open air and the ground was already covered with rust. Some even used bird guns as clothes rails. Although soldiers came over, they bowed respectfully and called the Lord, but the thin, old, and dull warriors made Mao Jue feel that he was not as energetic as the more than 100 young people he recruited in the fishing village.

Unfortunately, even if he didn't like it, Mao Wenlong kicked him. He entered Shang Kexi's big tile house full of wine, and slapped his nose annoyed by the kind of rushing and feeding. Mao Jue didn't even read the roster that Su Changmei ran in and brought out, and hurried out again, took a deep breath, and then felt more comfortable.

"I won't read the roster. I'll calculate one end in the school. I'll pull it out for me. I'll make the book according to this. What are the diseases and those who can't come with diarrhea? Tell them that they won't be able to get rations in the future!"

"But, Xiao Mao Shuai..."

This guy's face was wrinkled like a bun, and he couldn't stutter in his mouth for a long time without stuttering the whole sentence. Mao Jue was impatient, and he was so anxious that he really wanted to scratch his head.

"Speak if you have something, and let go if you have fart!"

"Back to Mr. Mao, Mr. Shang, no, the traitor Shang Kexi loaded all the food and grass onto the ship, and there were only a few tanks of military rations left in the camp. This would divide the day into three days. Only these two days will last. The army will go hungry tomorrow. If you order the training, the last general may..."

"What?"

Mao Jue was really a little dumbfounded. It was so gratifying. It would be fine if he was on duty to embezzle military pay. This is the unspoken rule of the Ming Dynasty. He even made a vote for him before leaving. Now, what should he use to feed more than a thousand mouths?

"The military rations were taken away, why didn't they come back?"
Chapter completed!