Chapter 307

Chapter 307

It's quiet at night.

The Salt Transport Office.

At this time, all the officials of the Salt Transport Bureau were still imprisoned in the side rooms of the yamen, and Luo Fu and his family were also imprisoned here.

Song Dashan arranged one hundred cavalrymen and five hundred soldiers to guard inside and outside the yamen day and night.

The city has been very peaceful these days, especially the Zhang family, who have been extremely honest. Yang Zhengshan then transferred a group of people from the Zhang family to strengthen the security of the Salt Transport Office.

As the night grew darker, the entire Liaoan City fell into silence, and many soldiers on duty could not help but doze off.

The night shift is the most tiring because it not only requires work, but also requires fighting nightmares.

Fighting against nightmares is an extremely difficult task, and it goes against one's instinct.

Even trained soldiers found it difficult to resist in this regard, but the soldiers of the cavalry battalion did easily resist the attacks of the nightmare.

Don't forget that when they were in the north, they launched night attacks for seven consecutive days, almost hiding during the day and coming out at night.

"Be alert and don't fall asleep!"

A soldier from the cavalry battalion walked up to the two soldiers and scolded them coldly.

"Yes!" The two soldiers quickly straightened up and answered loudly. Their drowsy heads instantly became much clearer.

The cavalry battalion, that is, the soldiers from the Anyuan City garrison camp, each of them is Yang Zhengshan's treasure. After arriving at Tenglongwei, some of them entered the Weisi Yamen as clerks, and some were transferred to various thousand households and garrisons to serve as middle-level military officers.

The remaining part now is not regular soldiers. They are instructors of ordinary soldiers and also the middle-level military officers of the future Tenglong Guard camp.

Those soldiers who entered the Weisi Yamen to serve as clerks, Yang Zhengshan would transfer them out sooner or later. Making them serve as clerks was a helpless move and a temporary solution. It was definitely a waste of them.

In the future, Yang Zhengshan will transfer them to the camp soldiers, and use these soldiers as the backbone to form a powerful Tenglong Camp.

The soldiers of the cavalry camp saw that the two men were much more energetic, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "The kitchen will send food over soon, you should eat early!"

"Yes, sir!" The two soldiers grinned.

eat!
Their favorite.

One reason is that he doesn’t like to be hungry. He was too hungry before, so he definitely doesn’t like it now.

The second reason is that their food was not bad. Before entering the city, they were willing to eat dry food, but after entering the city, they ate hot meals.

The food was not rich, but there was meat and vegetables, and they were able to eat and drink their fill, which was very good for them.

"Don't eat too much. It will make you sleepy!" said the soldier, and walked towards a well in front of the wing room.

Next to the well, there was a figure leaning on the well platform. The platform was about two feet high and was built with bluestone. There was a mat on the ground so that he would not feel uncomfortable leaning on the platform.

"Sir! Your meal!" The soldier placed the food box in his hand on the mat next to him.

Yang Zhengshan stood up, shook out his wrinkled clothes, and asked casually, "What time is it?"

"Just after the hour of Chou!" the soldier replied.

Yang Zhengshan nodded, squatted down, opened the food box, and said, "Sit down and eat together!"

"No need, sir. I have food over there!" said the soldier somewhat embarrassedly.

Yang Zhengshan laughed and said, "I can't even finish this meal by myself! Please sit down!"

His meals were naturally better than those of ordinary soldiers. Even if he didn't want special treatment, the people in the kitchen couldn't stop him from preparing special meals for him.

The soldier in front of him was in his early thirties. Seeing that Yang Zhengshan was not being polite, he hesitated for a moment and said, "Thank you, sir!"

"Come on, you're welcome!"

Yang Zhengshan brought out the food and placed it on the well platform.

"I remember your name is Wang Ershan!"

While eating, Yang Zhengshan chatted with the soldier in front of him.

"My Lord, I remember correctly. Wang Ershan was my previous name!"

"Oh! Why, you changed the name now?" Yang Zhengshan was a little surprised.

"Well, after learning to read, I gave myself a new name, Wang Xie!"

"Wang Xie!" Yang Zhengshan picked at the food in the bowl and raised his eyebrows, "What a good name!"

Wang Xie smiled but said nothing. Wang Xie was thanking Yang Zhengshan for his kindness to him.

He was originally just an ordinary soldier in a garrison outside the city of Anyuan. If it weren't for Yang Zhengshan, he would have been just an ordinary soldier all his life. Not only would he never be able to make a name for himself, but even his descendants would only be ordinary soldiers.

It was Yang Zhengshan who ensured that he had enough food to eat, taught him to read and write, made him a warrior, and allowed his family to live a good life.

After the battle with the Hu tribe from the East China Sea, more than half of the Anyuan City garrison camp were killed, but no one complained to Yang Zhengshan.

The reason is simple. They feel most deeply what Yang Zhengshan has brought to them.

"What is your current cultivation level?" Yang Zhengshan continued to chat with him.

"I just broke through to the fourth level of the acquired realm last month!" Wang Xie said proudly.

Yang Zhengshan showed an admiring look, "Not bad, keep working hard, you will have the opportunity to reach the seventh or eighth level of the acquired realm in the future!"

Currently, most of the soldiers in the cavalry battalion are at the second and third levels of the acquired realm, and some have reached the fourth level.

As for those below the acquired realm, there is not a single one.

The reason for this is very simple. Those soldiers with lower cultivation levels died on the battlefield.

When the garrison camp entered the Northland, the proportion of warriors was about 70%, but after a series of bloody battles, the proportion of warriors has become 100%. This is because the higher the cultivation level, the greater the chance of surviving on the battlefield.

And now, all these soldiers have become acquired warriors.

These soldiers still have a lot of room for growth in the future, just like Wang Xie. He is only 30 years old now and has another ten years of golden years. Even if he does not have the assistance of spiritual spring water in the future, his cultivation can still be improved by several levels.

The seventh and eighth levels are both possible, as for the ninth level it depends on personal opportunity.

Just as the two were eating and chatting, a lantern suddenly lit up on the city gate tower in the distance.

The white lanterns are particularly dazzling in the dark blue night and can be noticed with just a casual glance.

"Sir!" Wang Xie pointed at the lanterns in the distance and reminded.

Yang Zhengshan looked up and smiled, "I knew that tonight would not be peaceful."

"Sir, I will go and gather my brothers first!" Wang Xie stood up and said.

"Well, go ahead!" Yang Zhengshan continued to eat.

Frugality is a virtue and food should not be wasted.

On the other side, a series of masked figures in black were quickly passing through the streets and alleys of the city.

If you look closely, you will find that there are at least thirty figures moving around in the South City area.

They hid in the shadows of the houses and flashed across the bright streets, moving quickly and agilely without any delay.

At the same time, a group of soldiers were quickly gathering under the moonlight in the Salt Transport Administration.

After Yang Zhengshan finished the food in his bowl, he stood up slowly and stretched his body.

"I haven't moved my hands and feet for a long time. I hope you won't let me down!"

He muttered something in a low voice, then grabbed the black iron spear standing next to him.

The sound of footsteps was heard, and the soldiers soon came behind Yang Zhengshan.

Yang Zhengshan didn't know who was coming, but he could guess the purpose of the visitor.

Apart from Luo Fu, there should be no other purpose.

I don’t know whether these people are here to save Luo Fu or to kill him.

Fifty soldiers stood behind Yang Zhengshan, motionless and silent.

Yang Zhengshan did not say anything either. He held the gun in one hand and stroked his beard with the other, listening carefully to the footsteps in the distance.

The other side was very careful and actually stopped on the street near the Salt Transport Administration Office. However, they did not seem to be aware that they had been exposed the moment they crossed the city wall.

On the street south of the Salt Transport Office, a series of black-clad figures hid in the shadows of the houses. The leader looked at the quiet Salt Transport Office with a solemn expression on his face.

From the outside, the door of the Salt Transport Office was closed and there seemed to be nothing unusual, but he could sense a hidden murderous intent coming from inside.

The Salt Transport Bureau before them was like a ferocious beast with its mouth wide open, waiting for them to enter.

There is murderous intent and danger, but not enough to make him retreat.

He raised his hand and gestured to his subordinates behind him, and more than thirty men in black behind him dispersed and approached the Salt Transport Administration office.

When they arrived at the wall of the Salt Transport Bureau, the leader jumped in first, followed by his subordinates who jumped in one after another.

The yard was still quiet, but the man in black frowned even more deeply.

According to the information they had gathered during the day, the officials of the Salt Transport Bureau should all be detained in the yamen.

Since it is a detention, there must be guards.

But there was silence in front of me, and there was no one in sight.

At this time, the soldiers of Tenglong Guard all ran into the room and hid. There was nothing they could do about it. These soldiers were just ordinary people who had received basic training. Asking them to fight against the warriors would undoubtedly be a suicide mission.

In order to avoid heavy casualties, Yang Zhengshan asked them to hide first.

If the man in black had Yang Zhengshan's hearing, he would definitely hear a lot of chaotic breathing sounds in the hall in the distance.

Unfortunately he didn't. After observing for a while, he moved towards the wing on the west side of the yamen.

Soon, they arrived outside the gate of the yard where Yang Zhengshan and his group were.

Outside the round archway, the man in black glanced sideways into the courtyard, but still could not see any figure.

He cast an inquiring look at the subordinates behind him, and the subordinates shook their heads slightly, indicating that there was no ambush around.

That’s right, there was indeed no ambush around, and Yang Zhengshan did not set up any secret sentries or anything like that, because setting up secret sentries was not as good as using his ears.

After making sure there was no ambush, the man in black turned around and walked along the wall into the yard.

The yard was quiet as they moved deeper and deeper, leaning against the walls and houses.

Suddenly, the man in black froze. When his figure poked out from the wall of a wing room, his whole body froze.

He leaned his head forward, his eyes filled with disbelief behind the black cloth covering his face.

In the dim courtyard, figures stood there like ghosts, motionless, and even their breathing was very faint.

If he had not been able to see clearly that it was a person, he would have even suspected that it was a statue.

"What are you looking at? Why don't you come out and have a good chat!"

Yang Zhengshan stroked his beard and looked at the head sticking out from the corner, feeling it was a bit funny.

(End of this chapter)