As the army entered Sichuan, Qianxiang Camp finally inserted his own people in this country of Tianfu.

But the environment here is more dangerous than any place. First of all, it is a language problem. Once you open your mouth, others will know that they are from other places. Qianxiang Camp hits walls everywhere, and spies are constantly being killed.

In the camp of Mudong Town, Hou Xuanyan looked at Hong Yizhuo with an anxious expression, and also understood how difficult it was to guide Sichuan. Hong Yizhuo was carefully cultivated by those who died. He usually traveled across the north and south, and he felt distressed for a long time when he died.

"Not to mention Ma Gan, the remnants of the Daxi Army, Zhang Zongfan. Other warlords are also big and small, fighting each other." Hong Yizhuo pointed his finger and said, "Yang Zhan, the Marquis of Jinjiang, relied on the ground to be far away from the battlefield, recruited refugees to resume production, and only accumulated troops, and his strength should not be underestimated. General Wang Xiang collected the remaining troops and occupied Jiangjin, Pengshui, and Qianjiang, and killed people no less than Qing soldiers; Luzhou guerrilla horses took the test, and in the Fushun area of ​​Luzhou, they searched and plundered. There were also the "Three Pools" in Zhongzhou and the "Yaohuang Thirteen Family" in eastern Sichuan. This Sichuan was really a scattering of demons."

Xia Wanchun raised his eyebrows, his face turned angry and asked, "Governor Wang Yingxiong, don't the governor Ma Gan know how to restrain his subordinates?"

Hong Yizhuo shook his head and smiled bitterly: "After Wang Yingxiong was defeated, he passed by Luzhou and was almost ambushed by Ma Ying's test. Almost all the envoys sent by Ma Gan were cut off from their ears and noses and sent back. The warlords in Sichuan have always been disobedient to the laws and regulations, especially now that the world is in chaos, they do not take the imperial court seriously, and they know to guard their territory, plunder money, and insult women."

Hou Xuanyan sighed and said, "Qianxiang Camp recruits recruits on the spot and uses Sichuan people in Sichuan, otherwise it will be difficult to take root."

Hong Yizhuo said, "It's hard. Wherever the army goes, corpses are everywhere. After walking for three days, you may not necessarily see a living person."

Hou Xuanyan kicked the table over and cursed: "Sichuan has so many mountains, how could it be impossible for no one to hide? You won't go find it? Pandas can hide here and escape extinction. I don't believe he can kill all people. You know what the difficulty is called, who is not difficult? It's not difficult, can I transform you into a Sichuanese?"

The generals in the hall could not easily see him losing his temper so much, and they knew that he had been too depressed since entering Sichuan. There were corpses of people everywhere, and many veterans in the camp often had a mental breakdown when they saw the villages with tragic deaths. Hou Xuanyan was angry and no one dared to come forward to persuade him, and the tent suddenly became quiet.

Hong Yizhuo said in a voice: "Don't worry, I'll go find it now. I must train a Sichuan soldier in Qianxiang Camp."

Hou Xuanyan nodded and said slowly: "Go and remind brothers, be careful of snakes, insects, poisonous beasts."

Watching Hong Yizhuo walk out of the tent, Xia Wanchun stepped forward and said, "General, Sichuan has been fighting for years. Since Zhang Xianzhong came, warlords from all over the country have risen together, and it is difficult for the people to farm. This is why those warlords will harm the people. Otherwise, their soldiers will starve to death. I see that Wu Sangui went deep into the city this time. Although he was conquering the city and territories, his food and grass were not available at all, and he would not be able to last long. If we stalemate with him in Ba County and avoid fighting, he would definitely not be able to hold on. Then, it would be easy to recover the four prefectures in eastern Sichuan."

Hou Xuanyan shook his head and said, "Brother Duan, you are right, but we can't do this. If you don't kill Wu Sangui's men today, it will hurt him. In a few days, he will make a comeback. We let him go in Jingxiang, which led to the tragedy in Sichuan today. If we let him go in Sichuan, we will certainly retain our strength and win, but in the future, you and I will be sinners."

Xia Wanchun sighed and said, "It's still the general's consideration. I will continue to give the order to revise the three armies to fight tomorrow."

Hou Xuanyan whispered softly and said, "Let everyone work hard to bury the bodies, so as not to cause plague in the middle of Sichuan."

At dusk, thick smoke is everywhere, rising on the land of eastern Sichuan with broken walls. The miserable sky is dark and the sun is dark. Sichuan is often cloudy and a month long, so depressing that it makes people breathless.

Zunyi is known as the southern gate of Chongqing Prefecture.

Wang Xiang was originally just a general, but the Qing soldiers were invaded, and the main forces were all in Chengdu. He gathered the remaining defeated generals one by one, which was quite impressive.

In Zunyi Mansion, Wang Xiang was like a local emperor. All officials of Zunyi, all disobedient people were killed by him.

The head of the Zunyi magistrate was hung by him in the yamen, and he also occupied the yamen.

Such a low-level military officer started his career through the national crisis to satisfy his selfish desires. As for letting him go north to fight against the Qing Dynasty, he didn't have to think about it. He fled from Chongqing Prefecture to Zunyi, not to go back and die.

In the yamen of Zunyi Mansion, Wang Xiang's commander camp and private house had become Wang Xiang's commander camp. With beast charcoal burning inside, Wang Xiang was lying naked on a delicate beauty. On the ground, there was a pretty woman in thin clothes kneeling, pounding his legs.

Suddenly, a strong man knocked open the door like a wind and shouted: "General, it's not good, it's a disaster."

Wang Xiang suddenly stood up and asked, "What's wrong?" The beauty under his feet was rolled to the ground by him, enduring the pain.

The strong man was named Wang Mingchen, and he was his vanguard general and Wang Xiang's most trusted confidant.

"Today, a team of grain trucks passed by our Zunyi Mansion. The brothers were so hungry that they were roaring. We held back and robbed them. We almost killed the people, and then we realized that this was Zhang Yao's food."

Wang Xiang laughed and scolded: "What a big deal I do? Although Zhang Yao has a high position, he has no soldiers and horses in his hands. What's there to be afraid of? He dares to transport grain in Zunyi, so it's clearly given it to me. Is this a good job? How much grain did he rob? "

Wang Mingchen stamped his feet and said, "Hi! Although this is Zhang Yao's people transporting grain, the food is not his. I have robbed enough for 100,000 people to eat for a month."

Wang Xiang's face changed drastically. It was obvious that they were not able to provoke such a big deal. And recently, he suddenly remembered someone who came to mobilize so much food and food, and even his arms were trembling.

"Whose food is it?"

Wang Mingchen lowered his head and said in a fearful voice: "It's... it was played by Hou Xuan."

Wang Xiang slapped Wang Mingchen in the face, and a clear palm print soon appeared.

"I'm my ancestor, who would you mess with me? I'd rather mess with Tai Sui. What should I do now?"
Chapter completed!