"Silver!"

The chests were scattered to the ground, round silver ingots, shiny broken silver, and fine embroidery, and gorgeous brocade scattered all over the ground.

This is just a small team of officers and soldiers, seeing tens of thousands of rebels coming out of Dengzhou City, they immediately ran away, throwing everything to the ground, looking at these, the rebels who had never seen the money immediately dispersed, no matter what the sound of Ma Bailian Liaodong refugees, rushed to pick it up.

Seeing that the queue was chaotic, Wang Hua'an couldn't help but be anxious, but he was not worried about the army, but rushed to the front with the horse's belly, raising his hands and shouting.

"These belong to the Holy Treasury, don't rob them! Take them all back! Grab it again, and dispose of it!"

"Stay in line!"

Fan Wenju was also shocked into a cold sweat, this few thousand taels of silver will make his tens of thousands of troops into a mess If you take the opportunity to press the Liaodong Iron Cavalry, with this quality, you have to have a big defeat, and the Liaomin team that he brought out was pulled to the front, while holding a whip and whitting, while he still screamed and shouted as hard as he could.

Even shouting and pumping, the queue was finally neat, and the silver was almost robbed, leaving some torn embroidered brocade on the ground, Wang Hua'an's face was pale, and he stood in front of the team angrily and jumped and roared.

"Whoever robs the silver of the holy treasury should hand it over to the Buddha immediately, otherwise the canon will be disposed of, and if he dies, he will have to go to Hell, so don't hand it over quickly!"

"Buddha, now is not the time to worry about this!"

When the scolding was really ruthless, Fan Wenju rushed over from the back queue with a hot sweat, and hurriedly bowed with his palms together.

"Mao Tieyi's Dongjiang Army is nearby, since we have recaptured the Holy Treasury Silver Liang, let's go back to Dengzhou first, right? I'll talk about the silver later!"

For fear that he would not agree, this scholar with a temper like a steel plate had to play with curves to save the country.

"Besides, Buddha, a few Buddha mothers are still waiting for you in the palace!"

In the name of White Lotus Maitreya, this Wang Hua'an is also six impure, and he chose more than 20 concubines alone, and this time Fan Wenju did not dare to forget to run away with them.

In addition to silver, the second heart, this Buddha is rare.

Sure enough, as soon as he heard about his several women, Wang Hua'an really showed a look of interest, and couldn't help but hesitate.

However, it was no coincidence that the book was not written, and before Fan Wenju could breathe a sigh of relief, the mourning star who was carrying the Tanma camp in front of him came back quickly, looking at his excited appearance, Fan Wenju couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

Sure enough, it was no good for him to come back, he suddenly turned over on his horse and knelt on the ground, and the leader of the ringing horses knocked excitedly.

"Buddha, visit the horse to report, those official dogs are more than 20 miles ahead, and they have joined the official army, and thousands of mules and horses are all carrying boxes, which should be the property in the holy treasury!"

Almost without going through the brain, Wang Hua'an drank it without even thinking about it.

"Gather the whole army immediately and chase after this Buddha!"

"Buddha!"

Fan Wenju really vomited blood, this hand Mao Jue is not playing beautifully, even he can see the meaning of seduction, although I don't know why Mao Jue gave up the solid Dengzhou City and fought a decisive battle with them here, but since he has this meaning, it is probably not a good thing to follow. There was a cold sweat on his head, and he also knelt down in front of Wang Hua'an.

"Buddha! After all, our army is not on an expedition to Laizhou, the army has been fighting for almost half a month, and it is a rapid march back to Dengzhou, the sergeants are tired, you are also tired of traveling and driving, go back to the city to rest for a few days, and then go to chase and kill! ”

History is always full of black humor, Fan Wenju is talking here is extremely serious, his voice is sad, but it's a pity that good words are difficult to persuade damn ghosts, Fan Wenju is deeply affectionate, but he didn't catch up with the words of the dead star.

"Buddha, the number of officers and soldiers is only five thousand!"

On this question, Wang Hua'an really came to his senses immediately, snatched the white lotus banner highly, and pointed forward.

"The official dog is twenty miles away, and he has destroyed them! The White Lotus Divine Kingdom can descend to the world and pass on the deity Divine Domain! The living are wounded, and the souls of the dead are in heaven! Offensive !!"

Except for the fanatical believers of the White Lotus Sect, whether it was Xiangmazi or the Liaomin refugees, they couldn't help but sigh, they had been fighting for more than half a month, and they were killed and injured, they really had no interest in the so-called heavenly kingdom at all, and now they could have a comfortable big bed, and they would not change a gold ingot.

It's a pity that people are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves, and despite the lamentations, this tired army still has to continue to move forward.

Twenty miles, the infantry will have to walk for an hour, and when the time comes, Mao Jue's army has been half an hour, and the meaning of this seduction is even more obvious, however, from the reincarnation of Maitreya to the end, those archmages who can enjoy the holy treasury, Fan Wenju, who has not looked back at all, can only sigh, begging that there is really the blessing of the White Lotus Mother.

In the blink of an eye, another two or three days passed, during which the two armies walked more than 100 kilometers from Dengzhou to Weihai.

Later generations have come to this Weihai to play, Mao Jue's deepest memory is that a clean, comfortable and warm Weihai International Beach, that city also made Mao Jue stop warming, although people always love to speak loudly, but it is extremely enthusiastic, and he is afraid of the slaughter of nothing encountered, a fresh buffet of seafood, especially can comfort the soul.

It's a pity that now here, the city, the university, the beach, the bikini is nothing, only an undeveloped, full of stones, the sand that is difficult to step on, plus the low and dilapidated Weihaiwei.

Here, the Dongjiang Iron Righteous Army finally stopped.

This is Mao Jue's preset battlefield, with a big ship, in fact, as early as a few days ago, the White Lotus Sect's gold, silver and jewelry had been transported to Long Island by him, and more than 5,000 logistics soldiers were also sent to Weihaiwei in advance.

I don't know if Wang Hua'an knew the truth, he would vomit blood in anger.

And up to now, these boxes are still like incense bait, hanging the appetite of these rebels, after the international bathing beach in the later generations, a hill that has not been flattened by history and blown by the sea breeze, hundreds of boxes fall like a hill, this time I didn't bring the plain clothes to pretend, but I learned from the Japanese devils, got a small military stool, and sat on the thighs with a military fan.

And he was confronted, and the black-pressed rebels rushed into the beach like moving ants.

"It's just ahead, kill the righteous man of Mao Tie, and reward the ghost general!"

Just like chasing a beautiful girl with a condom and showing her thighs, Wang Hua'an has been chasing for a few days, but every time, when he is less than a few miles away from Mao Jue, the slow-moving officers and soldiers give him a sudden acceleration, every time he can't touch it, and he is angry several times, he simply ordered hundreds of horse cavalry to chase after him first, to entangle the officers and soldiers, but what made him angry was that when he caught up, he didn't receive anything except corpses all over the ground.

Three or five times, ** he is about to lose his kidneys!

This time, seeing that Mao Jue finally stopped running, under the command of more than a dozen guards, pretending to be forced to go there, Wang Hua'an really seemed to see the dawn of victory, just like the girl finally stopped running, and smiled by herself with her legs exposed in her mouth, which caused the reincarnation of the six impure Buddhas to scream with exhaustion.

Regardless of the chaotic queue because of the march.

But just when Wang Hua'an was impatient, another figure stood in front of him, with a bitter face, Fan Wenju knelt on the ground sadly, clutching his fists and begging.

"Buddha! We've got cannons! He Mao Tieyi used soldiers like a ghost, he suddenly stopped like this, there must be fraud! Let's try a round of shelling, right? ”

"No! What if the shelling breaks the contents of the Holy Vault? This is the guarantee that the deity will overthrow the Demon Dynasty and dominate the world!"

As soon as a person is obsessed, he really can't listen to anything, his eyes are full of boxes like those on a small hill, and Wang Hua'an is eyes are red and roaring.

"I, the White Lotus Army, have my own Dafa protection! Invulnerable, invulnerable, fire and water, pass on the order of the deity, attack!"

"The last general obeys!"

One by one, the rebel generals hurriedly ran down the team, and two or three hundred meters in front of the small earthen bag, the mighty rebels suddenly stopped, and after a while, the dense peasant army was like three huge soldiers and ants preying on it, overwhelmingly pounced on Mao Jue.

The morale of these peasant soldiers is really high, and they have been marching for more than ten days, and everyone is exhausted and holding their breath in their stomachs, saying that they want to hurry up, and they can't beat him, so they can finish the fight quickly, and they can have a hot bed to lie down on when they go back, and many people are estimated to be able to sleep for two or three days.

On the hill, looking at the rebels who were marching in the sand with a deep foot and a shallow foot, Wen Meng was full of disdain, and hugged his fist at Mao Jue impatiently.

"General, give the order! These thieves, let them go back, this first regiment garrison will not be appropriate!"

"What's the hurry?"

Mao Jue yawned lazily, and then slowly shook the goose feather fan, and shook his head with a bright smile.

"If you want to defeat them, you can't go around in circles with them like this, if you want to fight, you will already fight!"

A mysterious smile rolled up on the corner of his mouth, a very negative character, Mao Jue stood up with a smile, and pretended to fan a little.

"No one is allowed to shoot without the general's order, and when they come up, they will step back, and the general will drag and beat, and the line will be under my feet, as long as the traitors don't touch the box! Someone will naturally solve the rest!"

"Let's go, drink tea!"

yawned again, since Mao Jue had gone around to the back of the box, he was gone.

Seeing those rebels roaring and shouting and rushing to a place less than a few dozen meters away, Wen Meng, who had been cultivated to be war-hungry, couldn't help but sigh and reluctantly followed.

It was really defenseless, in Wang Hua'an's hope, seeing that his army could move the box back as soon as he stretched out his hand, he didn't know what kind of hellish torment the front line of the army was experiencing.

"Ahhh!!hhh

In the scream, the beach that was originally flat suddenly sank, in the scream, hundreds of people fell into the pit, the sand pit was buried with sharp bamboo thorns, under the action of gravity, it was basically a pair of piercing, the beach was soft, if the artillery fire burned through, this trap was useless, but unfortunately, the big Buddha saved a handful, and these believers had to pay for their lives.

The first batch fell in, not to mention, couldn't stop it, and the second batch couldn't hold back and fell, and the pit was filled up in two blows.

Just when the rebels were in shock, in the sand opposite, dozens of black guns rang out, crackling and hitting their legs, and in the screams, no one was killed, and more than 30 people were knocked down.

"Hey, calves, grandpa is here! Come on! Grandpa, please eat your ass!"

Mao Jue didn't find out that Kong Youde actually had the talent of a slut, after the cold shot, this thing arched out of the trench and patted it vigorously, the Liaodong dialect, the faces of the rebels in the front row of the anger turned eggplant purple.

"this little!"

I don't know who roared, and I didn't care about the trap in front of me, these guys just ran forward.

It turned out that under the hill was Lingzang Qiankun, using a classic visual deception, the outer edge of the trench was higher than the inside, so the trench was covered, and it was impossible to see it when standing on the opposite side, until they ran to the front, a group of trenches reinforced with cement and sandbags, and a labyrinth.

It's dense!

One didn't stop his foot, and a few of the people who ran in a hurry fell down again, but fortunately this time they were leaving, and they didn't put bamboo thorns, just put some thistles, but they were still unlucky when they stepped on their feet, and the straw sandals couldn't stop the puncture of this thing at all, and before they could whimper, the peasant army in the second row also jumped down with swords and shields, and stepped on them.

Mao Jue's soldiers, whether they are pro-soldiers and prepare soldiers, really caught up with the mole, digging potatoes and sweet potatoes in winter, digging the Yellow River in the trenches, even if they did not encounter a decent obstruction, they were still confused when they walked in, and from time to time there was a rumble, and several rebel planes went up to the sky, however, standing on the beach behind them, looking at the past, it was in a good form, seeing that the yellow turbans of the rebels were everywhere in the trenches deep for a person, and they were about to take back the gold, silver and jewels in the holy treasury. The Buddha who watched it was smiling.

"Quick! Hurry up! Wrong! Where is the Zhao stick mallet, you also keep an eye on the deity, don't let anyone rob the property! Rioter, slash!"

It's really a small amount of energy, and at this time I'm still worried about that bit of property, but at this time, Fan Wenju can't care about admonishing anymore, he is all about death, and the Dongjiang Iron Righteous Army has fought with him, he knows too well the terrible of this army, not to mention the sharp firearms, but also not afraid of death, the killing skills are terrifying, inquire about the remnants of the righteous army who withdrew from Houcheng, some people say that they don't understand what's going on, the kind of bayonet held by the official army has killed three or four people like lightning, and a team has collapsed.

But now, except for a few explosions, the elite soldiers who are not afraid of death, and the artillery fire like the storm, he has not seen it until now!

Mao Jue tried his best to lure the main force of the Shandong White Lotus Sect rebels to this beach, it was impossible to amuse himself, right?

Thousands of the most elite veterans of Liaodong around him, plus more than 600 desperate troops with the same bayonets given by Mao Jue at the beginning, were all held in his hands, and once there was an emergency, he would send these troops out as soon as possible to save the front.

But the opponent is Mao Jue, even so, Fan Wenju still has no bottom in his heart.

Just when he was full of nervousness, but he didn't know that Mao Jue didn't put his spirit on commanding the battle at all, a pot of black tea brought back from Jiangnan was boiled in the pot, and the smell of milk came to his face, as soon as he stretched out his hand and poured in a few pieces of sugar, Mao Jue couldn't help but yawn again, and complained sleepily.

"Haven't you been here yet?"

(End of chapter)