Southern Ming Rebel Army

In the afternoon, we had tea at the restaurant.

Lu Ping was lying on the rocking chair, which was covered with a soft mattress. Lu Ping was rocking back and forth, feeling very comfortable.

At this time, Lu Ping was secretly calculating how much he had earned today and how much he should pay to the commander. In order to motivate the morale of the field spies, Meng Bian took 7:3% of the profits from the store he opened, excluding all expenses.

Lu Ping did some calculations in his mind. Today, there were not many customers, and many of them were stingy. They didn't buy good tea, but only old tea or tea stems. Fortunately, he sold a pound of Junshan Yinzhen and made a lot of money. After deducting everything from the profit today, he only earned 300 coins. But it was not bad, much higher than the salary paid to him by the Detective Agency. Thinking of this, Lu Ping smiled.

"Shopkeeper," a voice like an oriole came, and Lu Ping's heart trembled when he heard it. He stood up quickly and responded, "Coming!"

Lu Pingding looked over and saw a beautiful woman standing in front of him. He thought to himself, "It's worthy of being Jiangning City. Even the women are prettier."

"Shopkeeper, how much are these tea stems?"

"This one costs ten cents a pound." Lu Ping secretly sneered. This woman looked glamorous and beautiful, but why did she buy such rubbish?

Seeing that there was no one in the store, Dong Xiaowan asked softly, "Shopkeeper, I was introduced by an acquaintance. Please forgive me. Is your name Lu Ping?"

Lu Ping was a little confused. Where did this acquaintance come from in Jiangning City? Was it introduced by an old customer?

Thinking of this, he nodded and said, "Yes, madam, my name is Lu Ping. We do business with integrity. This tea stem is useless. I recommend this to you, Hangzhou Longjing before the Rain. Madam, you know that the road between Hangzhou and Jiangning is now cut off. Our family can still get this. What does it mean? We have strong connections. Don't worry, it's not expensive. This one or two ounces is only five ounces of silver..."

As soon as Dong Xiaowan finished asking, Lu Ping kept talking, but Dong Xiaowan was anxious and interrupted him. Seeing that there was no one around, she took out a brush from her sleeve, stuffed it into Lu Ping's hand, and said, "Boss, I want this tea stalk, weigh one pound."

Lu Ping was startled. This brush looked familiar, but he was also a smart man. He immediately followed Dong Xiaowan's words and said, "Okay, okay, ten cents a pound."

After Dong Xiaowan left, Lu Ping turned and entered the back hall, took out the brush and took a look. It was indeed the thing that his own eavesdropping department had handed over to Mao Xiang. When he opened it, Lu Ping was immediately shocked and broke out in a cold sweat. There were two things in it: one was that the Qing court wanted to kill Huang Daozhou, and the other was that Mao Xiang seemed to be suspected by Hong Chengchou.

You know, since Mao Xiang entered the Governor's Mansion, the intelligence he secretly obtained was better than what Meng Bian obtained elsewhere, such as the height and thickness of the Jiangning city walls, the degree of vigilance at the city gates, and the routes and sizes of the patrol teams in the city.

Or it could be intelligence about Jiangning City's economy, officials, and generals. Now Mao Xiang has become a sharp weapon that Meng Bian has embedded in the heart of Jiangning City, bringing a lot of important intelligence to Meng's army.

Lu Ping was shocked. He didn't care that the Qing court wanted to kill Huang Daozhou, but Mao Xiang suspected that he had leaked the information, which was a huge matter. He had to contact Liu Guquan as soon as possible to discuss countermeasures!

At night, inside the Jiangning Governor's Mansion.

Hong Chengchou stood in the middle of the study, his eyes fixed on the huge map of Jiangnan hanging on the wall. He frowned slightly and tapped the table lightly with his fingers. The desk was piled with military newspapers from all over the place.

After pondering for a long time, Hong Chengchou came to a conclusion in his mind: "Meng Jun will definitely choose to transport supplies via the Yangtze River this time, and then the army will go all the way to Jiangning along Zhenjiang." Hong Chengchou knew very well that if Meng's army was allowed to pass through Zhenjiang smoothly, Jiangning would face a huge threat.

However, the current force guarding Zhenjiang is limited, with only 5,000 Green Camp soldiers from Wang Yuan transferred from Jiangbei. In contrast, there are 20,000 Green Camp soldiers from Ma Deyang stationed in Changzhou. Hong Chengchou cannot predict how long 20,000 people can resist Meng Jun in Changzhou. Instead of doing this, it is better to defend Zhenjiang with all his strength.

Hong Chengchou acted decisively and immediately wrote an order to urgently mobilize Ma Deyang's troops to withdraw from Changzhou and retreat to Zhenjiang.

Of course, if Meng Jun did not take the Yangtze River as he expected, but chose to attack Jiangning by land, it would be better for Hong Chengchou. This would not only consume a lot of manpower and material resources of the enemy, but also delay time, giving himself more preparation opportunities. You know, Leke Dehun has urgently evacuated from Changsha to Yueyang, and directly reached Jiangning by water, and it is estimated that he can reach Jiangning within a month.

Thinking of this, Hong Chengchou's mouth corners slightly raised, a glimmer of confidence flashed in his eyes, and even his slightly hunched back straightened a little.

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Late at night, in the main tent of the Meng army, Meng Jun was sleeping with his clothes on.

As far as the eye could see, it was a battlefield filled with corpses and blood. The pungent smell of gunpowder and blood was everywhere. In the distance came the sounds of shouting and weapons clashing.

Meng Jun struggled to push away the corpse that was pressing on him, and looked around. There was no one standing there. There was only a tattered flag with the word "Meng" on it standing next to him.

Meng Jun held the flagpole, and at this moment a teeth-grinding sound of pulling the string came from the distance, followed by an overwhelming sound of arrows whistling towards him.

Meng Jun looked in the direction of the sound and saw an overwhelming rain of arrows. Thousands and thousands of sharp arrows formed a parabola, like a perfect rainbow, except that this rainbow was made up of black arrows.

Meng Jun leaned on the flag with the word "Meng" on it, panting, looking at the oncoming rain of arrows, staring at the arrows falling from the sky. The moment they hit the ground, Meng Jun shouted loudly and woke up from his camp bed. It turned out that this was just a nightmare.

The personal soldiers outside the tent heard the noise and hurriedly opened the tent curtain. Meng Jun waved his hand, signaling them to go out.

After sitting there for a while, Meng Jun sighed and shook his head. Although he could barely be considered powerful now, with an army of 100,000, Meng Jun still subconsciously felt that he was surrounded by dangers.

Facing Hong Chengchou, Lekedehun, Duoduo and other experienced men, Meng Jun appeared to be confident in front of everyone, but he was secretly deeply worried, which he could not tell anyone. Everyone regarded Meng Jun as a pillar of support, so how could he show his cowardly side?

Although Meng Jun had the advantage of being a latecomer, when he first entered this era, he was caught up in the trend of resistance to the shaving order in Jiangnan, and he survived many life-and-death experiences before he came to the current situation.

Meng Jun calmed down and suppressed the negative emotions brought by the nightmare. No matter what, no matter success or failure, since he was in the vortex of the times, Meng Jun had no choice but to fight to the death. A real man should die in a blaze of glory and never turn back.

At daybreak, Meng Jun walked out of the tent. The auxiliary soldiers had already started preparing breakfast, packing up their luggage, and getting ready for the army to move out of camp.

Meng Jun took a breath of fresh air, and all the haze in his heart disappeared. In this battle, he had already put in all his strength. After half a year of preparation, a large amount of supplies, all the firearms, and the elite troops of the entire army had been deployed. This was the battle to make the country prosperous or destroy a nation!