Nanming Engineer

Chapter 255

In the morning of the next day, a long convoy of thousands of horses and horses drove out from Xi'an Guancang. They walked along the long street from Guancang to Andingmen. There are two or three coachmen in sackcloth carrying and accompanying the car, and there are banners hanging on the car, with big characters such as "military rations" and "escorted by order", and there are two thousand helmeted wrestlers accompanying them. The Eight Banners sergeants of Jia, with spears and strong bows coupled with Jiujiu Wuwei, have extraordinary momentum.

At this time, when there are many people on the street, the common people have the nature of joining in the fun. Seeing this grand occasion, the three floors on both sides of the street are full of people, looking at the soldiers passing by with great interest Cars and horses, there was a lot of discussion, and people were speculating where these grain trucks were going. At this time, Xi’an’s hair shaving order had been fully implemented, and the streets were full of heads with bald heads and rattails in the back. They looked neat and consistent, and it was truly spectacular. .

Su Le rode on a horse, marching at the front of the team, still wrapped in full body armor, looking at everything coldly with exposed eyes, with a dull expression, but in his heart he was looking forward to it.

"Come on, spies hidden among the common people, hurry up and spread the news that the grain carts have left the city, so that the Ming army will think that another group of fat sheep is coming, and show up to rob grain."

Su Le recited silently, searching the crowd with his eyes to see if there was anyone suspicious. Whether it was because of what he thought in his heart, he looked at everyone like a spy. On the street, there were all the Han Chinese with stern eyebrows standing there, even though they were shaved and looking like themselves. The same hairstyle, but no matter how uncomfortable it looks, I really want to rush up, grab their skirts, and ask: "Say! Are you a spy of Minggou?!"

Su Le tried his best to suppress the impulse in his heart, led the team on horseback, and slowly left the city. The grain convoy walked for half an hour before they all walked out of the city gate and stretched several miles along the official road. Su Le, who was in the front row, We have already arrived at Wuliting, and we have just left Andingmen at the end.

When the team passed by a big car shop outside the city gate, a few guys in the shop nodded and bowed respectfully at the door. One had rattails.

These guys have been standing outside the door, bending over to watch the convoy go away. They are also holding a wooden bucket filled with clean water, and there are a few wooden ladles floating on the surface of the bucket. The passing convoy people wait, Anyone who feels thirsty can drink a few sips and fill up the water bag. After all, it is not easy to find water on the Northwest Road.

Many people stopped by to drink water, filled their water bags, and praised the shop for its understanding and hospitality. Even the serious Su Le ordered his soldiers to fill a sheepskin bag with water for backup on the road, but everyone thought The guy with the mangy man was disgusted, and avoided him intentionally or unintentionally, and even some bad-tempered bannermen directly scolded him in a rough voice, but the guy didn't get angry, walked to the side with a smile, and raised questions back and forth. Adding water to the bucket without any disrespect.

After the convoy gradually moved away and slowly turned into a black spot at the end of the official road in the distance, the few people who were still guarding the door of the big car shop looked at the way they came and made sure that no more cars and horses were coming. Then they looked around. He lifted the bucket, put away the melons, and went into the courtyard of the cart shop, threw the bucket casually into the courtyard, entered a room together, and closed the door.

The man full of lameness was tall and tall. After entering the room, he wiped the pus-filled sores on his head with disgust, and washed them with water, and miraculously restored his normal bald head. He stretched a long sigh. In a tone of voice, he said: "It's so comfortable, this one is pretending to be so uncomfortable!"

The person next to him laughed and said, "Boss Chen, you won't listen to my advice. I told you not to do such disgusting things a long time ago. Do you understand now?"

The fellow with thick sores turned out to be Chen Xiang from the Kuizhou Army's spy team. While washing away some of the stinky pus that remained, he blushed and said, "What do you know? I made these, and I recognize my elder brother." Like people who smell the smell from a distance, they will avoid me, and they will not be able to recognize me up close. This will keep them safe and avoid risks. Although it is smelly and dirty, it will be safe and sound, life and cleanliness, Which one do you choose?"

The guys laughed again: "Tou Chen is always right."

Chen Xiang cleaned his face, sat at the table in the room, Su Rongfa asked: "Don't gossip, did you see our people in the convoy just now?"

The guys had stopped laughing and joking, shook their heads and replied seriously: "No, you guys have seen clearly from front to back, not a single one of our horses, horses or men was among them."

"The little one didn't see it either."

"There are so many of us, so many eyes, if someone from us is inside, we will definitely not miss it."

Everyone thought it was strange when they said this. Mr. Chen frowned and thought about it: "When transporting grain from Xi'an to Hanzhong, the adults burned three batches in succession and turned it into charcoal. Now there are not enough carts and horses. The big cart shops inside and outside the city, this time, all of them can't afford it." After being conquered, we also sent nearly [-] carts and horses, including the drivers who drove the carts. If they are not used to transport food, what will our people do?"

One of the clerks looked steady, thought for a while, and said: "Tou Chen, there is one more thing, this team is quite strange and different."

"Oh?" There was a gleam in Chen Xiang's eyes, and he turned to look over: "What's the difference?"

"I was born in a big cart shop, and I have been begging for food in this business since I was a child. There is no small one who doesn't know when it is loaded and transported. Because of the size of the grain, the cart is full, and it stands tall. , the ruts are pressed on the muddy ground, deep and visible, but the group escorted by the Tatars just now is different." The man said: "Although the car is covered with thatch, you can't see what's inside, but from the outside, it looks like a car. There are not many goods, and the piles are not too tall, but the ruts are also deep, and it is definitely not like grain, so I feel that this car must not be loaded with forage and grain, but something else."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked. Someone blurted out and asked: "You mean, the Tatar cart is not loaded with grain and grass? But there are grain flags all over the cart. Why?"

Everyone looked at each other and suddenly felt that something was different.

Chen Xiang stood up and shouted, "Are you sure?"

The guy looked serious, and replied decisively: "If you read it wrong, Mr. Chen, cut off my head!"

Chen Xiang listened, nodded, walked back and forth in the room for two steps, then stood still, looked at the crowd, and said decisively: "This matter is deceitful! The Tartars used grain carts to go out of the city with great fanfare, but they were not loaded with grain. There is no other intention other than luring the adults to send troops to lure the battle!"

Everyone was surprised again, what Chen Xiang said was indeed reasonable, the Tartars would not take a fake grain cart to Hanzhong to deal with Hauge, if they really wanted to send something else, firstly, it would not be so large, and secondly, it would be more Don't use it in the name of delivering food, because everyone knows that the Ming army came to cut off the food road, and the food trucks are the most unsafe.

In this way, Chen Xiang's conclusion is logical.

Chen Xiang smiled and patted the steady man on the shoulder a few times, and praised: "Old man Mo, you can see through the tricks of the Tartars, you have made great achievements, and saved your lord from a bloody battle. I will write it down and go back to discuss the merits." Reward."

(End of this chapter)