Chapter 220 Conspiracy

Back on the grassland, sheep hunting, work from the sunrise, and rest from the sunset, she is still free. But what does the grassland look like? King Tuohuan, the king of Zhennan, could not find any impression in his mind. As a hereditary nobleman born in the palace and growing up in Yangzhou, he was familiar with the sails on the canal and the bustling traffic in the city, but he did not understand what "the sky is like a dome, covering the four fields". His footprints have never been to the north of the Yellow River, let alone the Great Wall, and the end of the desert. In fact, besides his innate wealth and slightly Kongwu's appearance, he was already an authentic Central Plains man. The lives that Timur did not describe cannot arouse any resonance in his heart.

"Yangzhou must not be able to defend it!" Seeing that Tuohuan refused to take over his trouble for a while, Xuan asked Wang Timuer to think about it for a while and continued to whisper, "Zhu Tuhu can easily demolish Baoying City, but the walls of Yangzhou City cannot stop him. Now we two can't find a good way to deal with firearms. If we take this little brother in our hands, not only will Yangzhou not be able to defend it, but Luzhou is the same. If we don't do it well, the rest of the territory in the entire Henan Jiangbei Province will have to lose to him. It's better to avoid his sharpness for the time being and keep some capital for a comeback!"

"Uncle said yes!" King Tuo Huanbuhua, the King of Zhennan, nodded repeatedly, "Uncle said yes. It's not that my nephew can't bear to leave a Yangzhou, but that he can't figure it out for a moment!"

Before he finished speaking, he sighed and shook his head. He looked around and his eyes were filled with reluctance. This is his Yangzhou, which he had worked hard to manage for more than 60 years in the Nanwang family. He was familiar with the mountains, rivers, sky and earth, and even every tree. Since he took over, he worked diligently and loved the people, and tried his best to avoid the government's exploitation of the people. He operated the place like he was managing his own property, but suddenly, a group of people came and said that this property was not yours and you must return it to your original owner. How could a young man who had been ambitiously preparing to strengthen the industry before accepting it?!

Not only was he reluctant to leave, but the soldiers around him turned their heads aside when they heard Timur's words, and their faces were full of desolation. They were all born in Yangzhou, and they took a serving meal and opened their mouths and clothes to reach out. Many of them, not to mention that they could no longer hunt and herd sheep, even spoke Mongolian words in a bad mood. Suddenly they wanted to give up everything they had and live like their ancestors again. How could they bear it?

"I just said the worst case!" After all, I was a teenager older than the other party, and Timur Buhua quickly noticed the crux of the problem. "It's not that we must retreat to the grassland. It's not that we will not come back if we give up Yangzhou. I just want to leave more fire to make a comeback for our men. If you can't bear to leave, try to defend Yangzhou City first. If you find that the situation is ineffective, retreat to Luzhou immediately. The imperial army of bandit suppression is said to be on the road. I guess when you retreat from Yangzhou, they will almost drive to the edge of the Yellow River."

The imperial court's army of bandit suppression? The last sentence made everyone around him lit up. The reason why the imperial court had been reluctant to send troops was said to be mainly because it was undecided. Should it deal with Zhu Butcher first or Liu Futong, the culprit? After all, the latter's territory went straight from Yingzhou to Bianliang, far surpassing the small Huai'an under Zhu Butcher ruled.

Now, it is estimated that there is no need to argue anymore. After taking down Baoying, Gaoyou and Yangzhou, Zhu Tuhu's power has become the leader of the Red Thief. Whether from the perspective of capturing the thief first or preventing him from continuing to expand, he should be the first target to be eradicated.

"Then, then the nephew will go back to Yangzhou to clean up according to his uncle's wishes, and then rush to Luzhou to meet with his uncle!" Thinking that he would be able to attack the imperial army in the near future and retake Yangzhou, King Tuo Huanbuhua of Zhennan finally made up his mind, "There are still nearly two years of financial and taxation in Yangzhou that has not been transferred to Dadu, and the food stored is enough for a hundred thousand troops to eat for a whole year. When I go back, I transport all these away as soon as possible, and I must not be a waste of money and the surname Zhu!"

"If you can be lucky, you will burn it if you can't!" Timur nodded, with a bit of viciousness on his face. "There are also the famous wealthy businessmen in the city who let them leave together. If you want to stay and serve the thief, you must not be ruthless. It is better to turn Yangzhou into a dead state or a rotten state than to leave it to Zhu Tuhu!

"This?" King Tuo Huanbuhua of Zhennan was stunned for a moment and began to hesitate again. He moved the Yangzhou treasury and strengthened the clear walls. He had no burden in his heart. After all, in his eyes, those things belonged to the court and the Zhennan Prince's Mansion, and they should never be left to support the enemy. However, killing all the rich people who refused to move with him was somewhat beyond his imagination. Those people were his people. He lost the battle himself and lost to Zhu Bashiyi, and he left by himself. Why should he pass the disaster onto his people?

"As long as you can get the canal and Yangzhou City back, are you still afraid that no one will do business and no one will pay taxes to you? We Mongolians have always been shepherds, not farmers. We use fast horses and knives to "harvest" them. We don't need to grow crops by ourselves, nor do we need to consider the idea of ​​sheep." Timur Buhua's voice continued to come from our ears, and Tuohua's whole body was cold.

He is a shepherd, and the people of Yangzhou City are all sheep, and those rich families are undoubtedly the most fattening among the flock. This metaphor is very vivid, but for some reason, it makes him unwilling to accept it from the bottom of his heart. Those fat sheep and those fat sheep have always respected him. Those fat sheep and those fat sheep have always followed him as the leader, and they didn't notice that he was still holding a knife in his hand. Today, he wants to raise the knife to them.

While struggling, suddenly, a harsh noise came from not far away. Immediately afterwards, two Mongolian Qianhu stumbled over and knelt on the ground with a "thump", crying and complaining, "Prince, Prince, you must make the decision for the general. Zhang Mingjian and Zhang Mingjian, the thief, beat a deer and refused to offer it to the prince. He actually dared to roast it and eat it alone. The general, the general, the general, just kindly reminded him, and was beaten by him, and beaten into this way."

As he spoke, he rubbed his nose hard with his hands, making his face covered in blood. King Tuohua of Zhennan had already accumulated a lot of energy to Zhang Mingjian, the ten thousand households of Qing army under his command. Seeing this scene, all new and old hatreds surged up. He immediately reached out to the hilt of the knife at his waist, preparing to order his personal soldiers to capture Zhang Mingjian. Unexpectedly, the hand pressed on the hilt of the knife was firmly pressed by Timur Buhua.

"Don't act rashly!" Xuan made Wang Tiemuer's eyes shot out two cold lights, "Zhang Mingjian must have been prepared for this if he dares to do this. We are now agitated with him, and we will only be able to get the red scarf thief behind us. In my opinion, you might as well use this ungrateful wolf again. As long as you see, how does he, Zhu Butcher, deal with it?"
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