Nanming Engineer

Chapter 190 Li Tingyu is Back
For Wang Huan, who was hundreds of miles away from the Dabei Temple's sword shadow, he was unable to stop it. The most important thing right now was to train troops and secure the people.

At the first meeting with Wang Yingxiong and Fengjie, the two sides reached a political alliance, relying on each other and taking what they needed. At first, Wang Yingxiong was a little worried, but after watching a Kuizhou soldier's drill at close range, he left without saying a word. With a strong army, it's no wonder that Zeng Ying could be defeated in less than a month. If there were more numbers, it might not be impossible to attack Zhang Xianzhong.

Before leaving, Wang Huan made a request, asking him to take advantage of the geographical advantage of being close to the south to recruit as many craftsmen as possible from there, especially those who were experienced in the Nanjing War Bureau. Wang Huan could take as many as he could.

"Well, Nanjing was destroyed in the middle of the year, and the people and officials in the city either fled to the south and joined King Lu of Tang, or they were captured by the Tartars. There are some living among the people, but they are hard to find. I will try my best to pay attention." Wang Yingxiong After thinking about it for a while, I expressed some apologies.

Wang Huan also knew that he was in Zunyi. He had nothing. He wanted money but no money and no one.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, it came to the beginning of December in the second year of Hongguang. Although the massacre at Dabei Temple was done in secret and called it a fire, there were no bones left for nearly 8000 people. It is impossible to hide it from everyone. Gradually, Zhang Xianzhong did it The news of the heinous crime spread across the country, shocking the whole world.

Wang Huan was sitting on the school field outside Hezhou City. He read the secret message of wax pills sent by Chen Xiang, sneered, and handed it to Ma Xintian who was sitting next to him.

The weather has turned cold, and Wang Huan and others have changed into cotton-padded clothes. However, at this moment, the Kuizhou soldiers who are roaring and holding spears at wooden stakes for assassination training are all naked, with sweat flowing on their strong bodies. Steaming hot, a masculine martial spirit filled the air, and the hormonal breath permeated every corner of the school grounds.

"If you want others to know, you have to do nothing unless you do nothing about it yourself. Zhang Xianzhong's doing this is undoubtedly deceiving." Ma Xintian shook his head, said something expressionless, and handed the letter to the probing ancestor.

"This demon king has offended all the scholars in the world. I don't know what those pens will write about him in the history books." Wang Huan said, taking off his sweat-soaked clothes, revealing his upper body, stone by stone His hard muscles bulged and shone brightly in the sun: "The hearts of the people who have been bought over the past two years are all gone this time."

"Since that's the case, my lord, why not take this opportunity to go west and wipe out this thief, and make a great contribution!" Zu Bian had already read the secret letter and shouted, Ma Wannian beside him eagerly accepted the secret letter, and Ma Long put their heads together and looked at it.

Wang Huan smiled and turned to ask Ma Xintian: "When will the 3000 people we sent to Shizhu be sent back by my adoptive mother?"

Ma Xintian replied: "The last general was about to mention this matter to your lord. Your lord Qin screened out half of them and kept half of them. The rest were soldiers. Some of them had the blood of ordinary people on their hands. They all rushed to the mountains. I went to mine. In addition, I recruited 500 people from the refugees who settled in Shizhu, making up the total of [-]. According to the method passed down by you, my lord, I have trained for nearly half a month. You will be able to arrive in Hezhou the day after tomorrow."

"3000 people, okay. In this way, we have nearly [-] soldiers, which is enough to fight against Zhang Ni." Wang Huan tapped his fingers thoughtfully and said.

Ma Xintian glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and said, "My lord, compared with Zhang Xianzhong's 1 soldiers, the [-] soldiers are still far behind. In Zhang Ni's army, there are many people from the imperial court who took refuge in the past." , There are more officers and generals leading the troops, and their combat effectiveness is much stronger than Zeng Ying's."

Zu Bian shouted: "What are you afraid of, Ma Qianhu? How can our soldiers be compared with those of the thieves? It's not that my ancestors boasted. The combat power of the Kuizhou soldiers is stronger than that of the Liaodong soldiers. The Tazi soldiers are here! Don't be afraid either!"

The newly-appointed three chief executives, Zhang Jianchun, Ma Zuoheng and Liu Li, sat on one side, but Liu Li laughed and said, "The Liaodong soldiers? If they are so powerful, how could they let the Tartars enter the pass? The fertile land of Liaodong is just It was buried in the hands of Liaodong warriors."

Zu Bian frowned, turned around in vain and glared, "What the hell are you talking about?"

Liu Li stood up abruptly, he was tall, a head taller than Zu Bian, his eyebrows were furious, and he folded his arms and said in a hateful voice: "I said that the Liaodong soldiers are all soft-hearted, pretending to be cowards! "

Zu Bian's face turned green, and he swooped forward, hitting Liu Li with a punch in the face. Liu Li dodged sideways, grabbed Zu Bian's iron tower-like body, and fell out lightly. , Zu Bian fell like a dog chewing the mud, and became even more annoyed. When he got up, he hugged a bear. Now Liu Li didn't dodge, and the two rolled on the ground into a ball.

Wang Huan sat still, turned his head to Ma Xintian and said with a smile: "This Liu Li has a good grasping hand."

Ma Xintian didn't even move his eyebrows, just explained: "Liu Li is from Datong family, and was originally a subordinate of Hong Chengchou. During the battle of Songshan, several of Hong Chengchou's general soldiers who joined the reinforcements fled before the battle, leaving Hong Chengchou alone to guard Songshan. In the end, the army was defeated and captured, and the Tartars were surrendered. This Liu Li was unparalleled, riding alone, and fled back from the thousands of troops on horseback. The Tartars ruled, so they went all the way south to here."

"No one in his family in Datong is alive, so Liu Li deeply hates the Tatars, and he even hates the Liao soldiers from various towns who escaped from Songshan. Therefore, whenever Liaodong is mentioned, he is filled with resentment."

"I see!" Wang Huan nodded, and said to Ma Wannian and Chen Xiang, "Separate them."

A few people stepped forward, the wrench of the wrench, the leg of the puller, separated the two people who had rolled into a pile, and stood on one side, Zu Bian had a large bruise on his face, and Liu Li's forehead was also bruised and purple. It was an angry expression, grinning and looking at the other party, it seemed that there was no winner.

Wang Huan clapped his hands, stood up, and shouted at the two of them with a straight face: "Is it disrespectful, do you think this is a den of stragglers? Go, each of you will run [-] laps around the school grounds, and do [-] push-ups. You still have the strength to let go, right?"

The two of them did not dare to disobey Wang Huan's words. They bowed and accepted the order at the same time and left without saying a word.

Wang Huan squinted his eyes, staring at the few thousand households who were watching the excitement, and said: "What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you go to military training soon, are you free?"

Several people hurriedly dispersed, but Ma Xintian got up and came to Wang Huan's side, and said calmly, "Oh, by the way, my lord, Lord Qin also said that the people who led the troops from Shizhu are your acquaintances."

Wang Huan was thinking about how to resolve the conflict between Zu Bian and Liu Li, and said absently, "Oh? Who is it?"

Ma Xintian said: "It's Li Tingyu, the former general of Chongqing."

Wang Huan's eyeballs were rounded at once, and he turned his head suddenly to look at Ma Xintian, his body was stiff, his throat almost split, and it took him a long time to hold back a word: "Who?"

Ma Xintian blurted out without hesitation, as if he was saying a very natural thing: "Li Tingyu and General Li, he escaped from the Tartars and is leading his troops to Hezhou."

(End of this chapter)