At the end of March of the 27th year of Zhengding, less than a month passed.

It should have been a cold season for spring, but the Jiangnan area is extremely warm.

It’s like the climate has not changed since late summer last year. Even during the coldest season of the year, wearing a mid-length suit is enough to resist.

This is true in Jiangnan.

There is no need to say more south.

Although it was passed down to the world by the order of the national teacher, resulting in a variety of rice in China and enriching the grain, this sudden change in the sky also brought some minor troubles to the southern country.

It is circulated everywhere among the people.

The changes in the heavens indicate that the king has no virtue.

The change of dynasty may be right in front of you.

Logically speaking, if you catch such gossip, you will be beheaded.

But the problem is that the Southern court was anxious and had no time to care about these trivial matters.

The front line of Qilu was lost, the chief official of the border, and the pillar of the state was missing.

The border army has no leader and is in chaos. Although the north is still quiet, it must be a sign of storm before the storm.

In more than a month, several groups of envoys entered Qilu and brought many instructions, but they were like mud cows entering the sea, just like the nominal territory of the southern country, which had been actually seized.

For the officials in the court, looking at these stormy years, the loss of Qilu is not a big problem. What is really terrible is the series of changes that will be caused after Qilu is lost.

If bad news comes soon, it would be fine. Everyone would have been fully prepared. But the worst thing is that there is no news at this time, and things are developing in a chaotic direction.

In the Imperial Heaven Prison, the most wise and capable of pretending to be a god, it is difficult to predict the future direction.

At this critical moment, the king of the country no longer went to court.

All the affairs of all sizes were left to the important officials to take care of themselves, but the number of times they went to the Luxian Temple was increasing.

This land has witnessed too many changes and has left enough wisdom and warnings for future generations.

In the current situation, although Zhao Ming may have simply gone to the immortal to pray for peace in the country, his behavior fell into the eyes of the ministers and the people, which was an ominous sign in various senses.

As a result, people's hearts became more and more fluctuating in Lin'an City.

Just after Qingming Festival, something big finally happened.

But unexpectedly, the matter was not in the north.

But the south.

Those areas further south than Lin'an.

The war is rumored, and the bandits invade—

Near Yuyao.

Ryuma Sakamoto walked into the camp with a hat and strode into the tent among the Guiwu Guards.

In front of him, the footballers of the Dragon Horse Kingdom were transporting supplies in large and small chariots. The corrupt and corrupt local troops of the Southern Dynasty usually occupy a large amount of resources, and now they all belong to this Japanese Restoration Army.

All kinds of goods were loaded onto the cart and were transported to the rear fleet and would return to the three Korean lands.

Bringing the next group of samurai comes here, with these visible benefits, it is enough to stabilize the hearts of the people and attract more ronin warriors.

The battle had already begun, and the warriors were full of solemnity.

"General, why are you not allowed to plunder some women and children?"

A silly warrior followed Longma and muttered in Japanese language. Seeing that the leader was disagreeable, he turned to stiff Chinese.

This question twice made the Longma, who was wearing a blindfold and decadent uncle-style style, a little impatient. The general who held a long and short knife spit out the grass stem in his mouth, turned around and slapped the warrior on the cheek.

"Baga!"

He scolded:

"Just let you make it, just make it. Ask so many things to cook! After eating white rice rice for seven days, can you eat your brain out of your mind?"

Seeing that the general who was usually majestic and loyal, the warrior was angry, and hurriedly stood up straight, but did not dare to answer, so he could only resist the leader's scolding and suffering.

Several warriors around him were laughing and watching their companions make a fool of themselves.

Before landing on this trip, the general had ordered many times not to enter the city, but only looked for the defense of the Southern Army. If he fled, he would not have to pursue him. This was clearly a strategy of robbing a vote and leaving.

The general did not think of staying in the southern country for a long time, and all the smart generals knew it well.

They had no objection. After all, this battle was not fought for their interests. Even if they occupied a lot of land, they had to spit it out in the end.

These warriors are Ryuma's true confidants, and the generals occasionally reveal their thoughts to them.

The big guys gathered in the Three Koreans to accumulate strength in order to return to their hometown in the future and rebuild the Orthodox dynasty of Japan.

Every warrior, even every red deer foot, is very precious. It is the seed hope of restoring his hometown. How can he pay for it all because of a war that does not belong to him?

"Stamp the goods!"

After cursing for a few words, Longma lost interest. He waved his hand and let out a long breath, signaling the warriors behind him to disperse and do their own things.

He walked to the carriage and horses piled up next to him, grabbed a handful of white rice from the rice bag, put it under his nose, sniffed it, and gave it a few more pills, put it in his mouth to chew it.

What a good thing, it is much better than the rice and grain from Sanhan.

The Southern Army was really corrupt. Just defeating a few local guards, they got so much spoil.

The warrior general smiled with satisfaction and looked back at the back of his head.

His super strong vision can see black spots parading at high altitudes.

That's the eyes.

Someone was watching their actions and watching them rob.

That's also a warning.

The talks on the Zhoushan Flower and Bird Island that day were still vivid in my mind. The powerful warrior who made the guardian spirit in his body tremble was watching the scene that happened on the earth.

The warnings that were not allowed to disturb the people on that day were not just talk.

Longma curled his lips.

The warrior general stretched out his hand and waved at the black dot.

"How can the way of warriors oppress the innocent?"

Longma with a blindfold looked at the black spot and said softly:

"I wantonly impose my suffering on the innocent, rely on cruel pleasure, and soothe my mind with incompetent intoxication. What is the difference between those warriors and cowards in my hometown?"

The general stopped talking to himself.

He picked up a sugar cake, tore it apart, walked to the side of the road, took out a piece and put it in his mouth.

"Even if you claim to be just, you must also walk on justice. Only in this way can you not be swallowed up by darkness."

"Longma Jun is talking to himself again, entertaining himself."

The wind flashed.

A ninja dressed like a night-like shirt, wrapped his head in black cloth, only exposed his eyes, and had a long streamer flying behind his head, appeared in front of Ryuma.

He held his arms, as if he was very familiar with the warrior general.

He said in a teasing tone and became serious again:

"The fleet is about to return, will Longma Jun have any advice to bring it back?"

"Send the wounded soldiers back together."

The samurai felt the sweetness in his mouth and squinted his one-eye comfortably. This guy who likes to eat sweets said to the ninja in front of him:

"The next batch of Penglai works with confirmed identities will not let us ignore them. The closer we get to the Xiong City of Lin'an, the more frequent the wars will be.

The real war is coming, and it just so happens to use this war to consume those unfaithful people."

The mysterious ninja nodded. He did not leave, but was still waiting for the general to give detailed orders.

"The grain and grass are transported back to the three Koreans and distributed one-third of them, and the people in the country have a production capacity to calm the hearts of the people, and another one-third is distributed to the warriors' families as rewards.

The last third was deposited into the large warehouse of military rations for restoration."

Longma's tone was calm, as if he was extremely prepared.

He said:

"After a member of the Five Elements of the Middle Earth, he sent a secret report. The Master Zhenji was determined to return to his hometown and guide the city while Maori Daming was weak. You don't have to come back again.

Take the money we have obtained to the monk and recruit exiles. You can’t rely on empty talk. You can also take your subordinates with him and help him succeed.”

Speaking of this, Longma picked up the sugar cake and stuffed it into his mouth.

While eating, he said vaguely:

"When the matter here is over, I will take these last Japanese warriors back to their hometown. I hope you will have good news when I go back.

Let me and my subordinates at least have a house to live in."
To be continued...