In March and April, Liaodi is still a desolate scene of cold spring, but with the time of May, the heaven and earth suddenly warmed up, and directly entered the hot summer.

At noon, the sun was shining, but suddenly it was pouring rain. Murong Jun and his party, who were walking between the mountains and fields to recruit soldiers, were blocked on the mountain road by the sudden heavy rain.

The soldiers hurriedly cut down bamboo and wood, and soon built a simple thatched hut near the left side of the mountain road to shelter from the rain.

"What the hell is the weather!"

Murong Jun walked into the thatched hut, changed out of his rain-soaked robe, and stood directly in the thatched hut with his upper body exposed.

Murong Bu alias Bai Yu, skin color and appearance are different from Chinese, Murong Jun is naturally no exception, the strong torso is like white jade carving, although it is not rough, but there is no lack of style. When he was a child, his grandfather Murong Diao often praised the strange bones of children, and when he was a strong family, he was also heroic and extraordinary.

It's just that at this moment, Murong Jun's face is not very good, and an irritability lingers between his eyebrows. The reason why he was upset was not only because of the sudden rainstorm and the delay in his trip, but also because the recruitment process had not been smooth recently.

Earlier, Murong Jun promised his father Murong Hao to go to the Kingdom of Qian as a hostage, and Murong Hao gave him a quota of 5,000 followers, and directly explained that these 5,000 soldiers were directly classified as his private songs.

The reason why Murong Jun agreed to go to the Kingdom of Qian was because of his father's coercion, and this luring promise also made Murong Jun quite moved. Murong Jun's heir position was determined early, like his father's promise that after he returned successfully, he would pass on the position to him before he died, and it didn't move Murong Jun much, this was just a matter of course, not a reward.

But the whole five thousand Jingyong private songs had to make Murong Jun moved. He is in such a portal, and he must know better that the strength in his hands is the greatest reliance. If he didn't have his own team, even if he enjoyed his father's power, he might not be able to sit firmly, such as his uncle Murong Ren's years-long rebellion.

Murong Jun's position as the heir was established as early as when his grandfather Murong Jun was alive. After so many years, a group of soldiers who support him have already gathered around him. Especially after the fall of the Duan clan's Xianbei, Murong Jun also shared a considerable amount of the Duan clan's remnant strength because his mother clan was the Duan clan.

These clansmen who depended on him, in addition to the necessary production of old and weak women and children who were not enough to fight, Murong Jun really controlled more than 2,000 private troops. In the entire clan, except for his father Murong Hao and clan elders such as Murong Yun, few people can reach such a private scale.

If he can take the opportunity to enter the country of Karma this time to get another 5,000 people, even if he does not consider whether the country has gained anything from this trip, Murong Jun can be said to have directly sat on nearly 10,000 soldiers, and then it will be impossible for his father to pass on the throne to him, and his brothers will not be his opponents at all.

Therefore, Murong Jun attaches great importance to this matter, and he has to do trivial matters such as selecting the pawns himself.

He did not directly choose among the clans directly led by his father, and the ostensible statement was naturally that his father was in his prime, and he needed to control the entire Liaobian, and the virtuous son did not seek to strengthen his father. And the real reason is that Murong Jun doesn't want this private song that belongs to him to mix too much of his father's eyes and ears.

Therefore, during this period of time, Murong Jun mainly traveled between the surrounding tribes, selecting strong soldiers among these scattered tribes.

For this, Murong Hao did not object, this trip was already dangerous, and there was no shortage of dangers of the destruction of all the people, and these strong soldiers under his command were the basis for him to control the entire Liaobian, and he was not too willing to directly allocate too much to Murong Jun to take risks.

The father and son have their own scheming, but they don't break it, which can be regarded as a tacit understanding.

Now that Murong is dominant, in the past month or so, Murong Jun has also achieved outstanding results, recruiting a total of more than 3,000 people. Among them were from the Murong tribe itself, such as his uncle Murong Biao, who led more than 500 soldiers to follow him, and there were also strong soldiers selected from the surrounding tribes, large and small.

But as the weather warmed up in May, Murong Jun's recruitment came to a standstill.

The cold winter in Liaobian is long, and the time that is really suitable for farming and harvesting is not long, from May to September, which is the busiest period for farming, and it is necessary to accumulate enough reserves to survive the long winter in this short period of four or five months. It was during this time that the people were busy with production and would not respond to the war.

Especially in the past few days, as the surrounding area of Zimeng River has been almost gone, there has been little harvest almost all day long. Even some small tribes that had been agreed before, when Murong Jun actually went to collect the pawn power, he found that the entire tribe was gone. What annoyed him even more was the soldiers he had recruited before, and there were frequent escapes during this time.

In the final analysis, the Murong tribe is just a fishing and hunting tribe in Liaobian, although he has been transferred to agriculture since his grandfather and learned Han politics, but the real personal control of the tribe is incomparable to that of the Central Plains, and those who gradually learned farming are also directly controlled by his father Murong Hao.

The world is big, the food is the biggest, the farming time is like fire, who cares about your king and hegemony!

Murong Jun was unable to recruit full troops here, and the Qian army in Youzhou was frequently putting pressure on the Murong Ministry, and the wording became more and more severe, and even Xu Wu's Zhang Ju sent troops several times to expel the Murong Ministry. Murong Hao was also overwhelmed, and he frequently drove Murong Jun.

The summer rainstorm came and went quickly, and when the rain slowed down, Murong Jun continued on the road regardless of the muddy road. There is a small tribe with a scale of about 1,000 households in the mountains and wilderness ahead, and Murong Jun ordered them to select 300 soldiers to enlist in the army half a month ago, and they will be taken away today no matter what.

But when Murong Jun arrived at this tribal village, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded, the entire tribal settlement had already been empty, and he didn't know where to go.

"Damn it!"

This is not the first time that such an encounter has occurred, Murong Jun cursed on his lips, and ordered the attaché to search for traces of migration left and near, but there have been frequent rainstorms recently, and even if there are any traces, how many can be left, in the end, it is only fruitless.

Murong Jun hated and ordered those attachés to demolish all the simple houses in the tribe, and then returned to Zimengchuan full of resentment.

On the way back, Murong Jun frowned deeply, he had gradually had some speculations in his heart, such a no-show incident was not the first time it had happened recently, those tribesmen seemed to have some tacit understanding, and they would rather give up the hard-to-run settlement than enlist in the army, and it seemed that they were not afraid of his retaliation afterwards.

Someone is dealing with him!

Murong Jun had such a guess in his heart, and his mood couldn't help but be even worse. Although he already had this suspicion in his heart, there was no conclusive evidence, and even if he asked to sue his father, his father would only urge him to hurry up and not necessarily pursue him to the end.

As for who is secretly restraining him, there are too many targets, or his brothers, who do not want to see him continue to dominate. Or those who opposed his father's rebellion, wishing to disrupt the matter by preventing him from making it. Even his father Murong Hao didn't want him to get out of control, he had such motives and possibilities.

When he returned to Zimengchuan, it was already dark, and before he entered the camp, Murong Jun saw his father's cronies come to ask how the progress was.

Before dawn the next day, Murong Jun had not yet gotten up when he heard a noise coming from the outer camp.

He got up and walked out in armor, and when he saw that there was no shortage of soldiers noisy and noisy, he was even more irritable, so he called Murong Biao, who was in charge of the prohibition of military law, and gave him a reprimand, and then asked the reason.

"Out of food?"

When Murong Jun heard this, he was already furious, and directly led more than a hundred soldiers to the quartermaster camp.

When he came here, Murong Jun first saw hundreds of sergeants happily carrying a dozen convoys full of grain and grass, he frowned, stood outside the camp gate and directly asked the quartermaster to be summoned here, shook the horsewhip in his hand, and shouted angrily: "Why is the military quartermaster in my camp insufficient?" Count quickly and make up for it in full! ”

That quartermaster was a son of a Jin family, and this kind of actuarial ministry was mostly played by the children of the Jin people in the Murong Ministry, and the Murong Ministry's own tribe was either brave but lacking in this kind of talent.

Seeing the angry look on the prince's face, the quartermaster looked even more frightened, and said tremblingly: "The live food in the camp is getting scarce, and the five hundred Hu in the Pingliao camp have been taken away, and the rest is less than one hundred Hu......"

"Pingliao Battalion?"

When Murong Jun heard this answer, he became even more annoyed, and asked the quartermaster to be tied to the ground, while he led the soldiers directly into the baggage camp, and all he saw was an empty warehouse. Of course, it is not that there is no grain storage, but the warehouses where the grain and grass are stored are locked with large locks, but they are exclusively stored for the grain directly under his father Yan Wang's army, and Murong Jun naturally does not dare to move it.

"Go to Pingliao Camp!"

Walking out of the empty warehouse, Murong Jun whipped the quartermaster again to vent his anger, and then waved his hand again.

The so-called Pingliao camp is the camp of Murong Jun's brother Murong Ba. At the beginning of the year, Murong Ba's striker arrived first, and there were many gains, and then Murong Hao accepted the title of King Yan awarded by the State of Qian, and named this young son as the general of Pingliao, and filled his troops with elite soldiers.

At the beginning of the year, the clan divided into two routes, one way to the west to attack Lingzhi, and one way to his father to raid Murong Ren, Murong Jun's heir had to stay in the Great Thorn City, because in this turmoil, he almost did not receive much benefit.

Later, Murong Ba obtained the general title, which also made Murong Jun very unhappy: "Liaobian is my family garden, and the vertical son is flat Liao, which Liao does he want to level!" ”

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