At the same time, Zhou Huaian, who was invisibly given high hopes, once again came to Guangzhou City. However, he was riding on a pack horse and was accompanied by more than a dozen guards and soldiers, and dozens of husbands who were pulling carts and picking horses. In addition, there were two young followers, Zhou Xiaoqi, who was the errand runner, and he was the wish of returning to the secular novice monk who recorded his own book/Liao Yuan.

That's right, Xiao Qi, who was originally just a wandering child, just yesterday, under the advice of Wang Pan of the head and the testimony of the head, gave him a surname by the most educated person in the camp, and the little novice monk who changed his name to this day, confirmed the title and belonging of the master and servant. On the other hand, he secretly remembered and commemorated his past identity and name.

For these two young people with different backgrounds, this is also the beginning of a rebirth. Therefore, even after a whole day, the remaining excitement and heartless smiles on their faces will occasionally appear.

Before this, there were another group of soldiers from all kinds of camps walking together, but after entering the city gate with his excuse, they opened on the streets separately. Now they have dispersed to find their own entertainment and fun.

You should know that as an outside force stationed in the remote suburbs outside the city, there are not many opportunities to enter the city with justification. Therefore, every opportunity for each process is also a disguised benefit for the leaders and soldiers, such as these leaders and soldiers.

The city of Guangzhou, which was not seen the next day, became a little deserted again. It seemed that because of the large number of mobilizations, the rebel soldiers who could not move in groups of lingering on the streets, as well as local residents and business travelers, were also much less. The smell of blood in the air when they first saw it and the faint smell of rotten smell when they arrived again, were basically gone; and there was only a rather bland and slurred atmosphere, with the smell of mold and dust that could be smelled from time to time.

Under the tall archways, you can occasionally see people hanging their heads, but they are all young and old. According to the crooked fonts on the list on the side, these are the culprits of the assassination storm in the city, and some are the spies of the official army who have been searched one after another.

The destination this time was one of the arsenals of the Guangzhou Governor's Office located on the west side of Fanshan under the command of the General's Office. Therefore, the more you go, the more patrols and inspections you encounter, the more you encounter, the more guards stationed at the temporary checkpoints at the street entrance became more and more neatly dressed and well-equipped, and the temperament and atmosphere also changed from being careless and relaxed at the beginning to being serious and serious.

Zhou Huaian even noticed that on the upper floors of the street buildings along the side of some inconspicuous checkpoints, there were also light and dark posts and a number of archers standing by, which clearly showed a loose outside and tight inside, which also made him slightly better at the main impression and evaluation of the mobs formed by these peasant uprising troops being filled with cannon fodder and miscellaneous brands.

However, under the customs defense and temporary wooden deeds provided by Wang Pan, these new and old posts and checkpoints did not cause much substantial impact and obstacles to Zhou Huaian. Instead, he could observe and understand the ownership and scope of responsibility of the rebels between different parts of the city and the numbers. He also marked and preserved them one by one in his auxiliary system. Maybe there would be a chance to come in handy in the future.

Guangzhou’s arsenal is a building complex made of ceremonial hillsides, so you can see a dark cloud-like tiled roof and eaves from afar. This is also one of the few guards in the inner city with relatively concentrated forces, so these rebel soldiers patrolling the streets in groups with helmets and armor are better than other places in terms of spirit.

"Those red-headed armored soldiers are Changheng Jianer under the military office..."

Lao Guan, who was in a straight and neatly dressed in a tone of indulgence and sighing, also took the initiative to introduce him from time to time.

"It is also the earliest elite rebels who follow General Wang and the oldest qualified one..."

"The soldiers with mysterious helmets and clothes are mostly from the hometown of Wuju (now Heze, Shandong) or from the neighboring Wanting and Fan County."

"It can also be regarded as Huang Wang's village party and his soldiers..."

"There are also the soap-robed cavalrymen, who are salt owls from Jibei... mostly old friends whom Huang Wang was familiar with..."

"Don't look at the inconspicuous sentry that was holding the Bird Tail Flag, it was Hongyidu, who was in charge of the marching law in front of the formation..."

"Those who like to dress up fancy things are the people who stand up to attack the camp, and their predecessors were the people of the Five Mountains who resisted taxes..."

"The time they killed officials and rebelled was earlier than General Wang's Changheng's uprising...."

"He is also a fellow villager from our neighboring county..."

"If it weren't for the fact that Leader Fan and Veteran Zhen would have died early..."

He couldn't help but mumble at this point.

"General Xiao Zhen had a dispute with Shang Shuai halfway and divided his troops out..."

"Later, I broke into Dayu Ridge with everyone, and only one general left to clean up the mess."

"I'm afraid it's not much worse than their current weather."

Zhou Huaian smiled and nodded in response to the memories and remembrances that Lao Guan accidentally triggered; but his feelings seemed to be quite informative. And Lao Guan didn't look completely cheerful and unintentional on the surface, but a person with a story. In the end, he said this, not just because he was inspired, but might be able to explore it in the future.

Therefore, the journey through this inner city and the streets alone, their group met at least several different rebel numbers, and stopped to avoid the other party several times.

But after playing the role of identity and seal, and entering the archway gate of the arsenal, they became quiet and comfortable again. The one who came out to receive them was a custodian in a blue military officer's uniform. He signed up for Jia Yuan, with a round face, pointed lower beard, and a short figure that looked a bit funny and philanthropic temperament.

Their attitude towards them is like a stubborn and unremarkable Zhongzheng and Bali, but they speak in a vague accent of a local, obviously the local recruitment and retained personnel; and those who are a little curious and exploring will say a few more words to Zhou Huaian, who is already a little famous "monk".

With his guidance, Zhou Huaian and his group came to the nearest warehouse building next week.

From the wide open door, you can see rows of properly maintained weapons and racks piled up inside, and the various bows and robes are staggered in height and cold light, like soldiers waiting for the scrutiny, or like metal jungle carefully cultivated and pruned;

However, Jia Yuan kept taking them past the warehouse and came to another large open warehouse. It occupied a larger and more empty space because some of the weapons had been taken away, and many empty positions were exposed, and the remaining weapons also seemed to be more messy and complicated. The packaging of many weapons was directly exposed and exposed a bright flood.

But the other party continued to walk through here and walked inside, and came to a warehouse that was filled with this faint musty smell. There were many armors, cards and shield racks, but there were obvious dust on it.

The head of the warehouse almost didn't stop. After passing through several warehouses of different natures, some weapons with obvious moisture and rust spots appeared, but they still did not stop;

It was not until after several turns that I stopped in front of a small warehouse with the mottled word "unity" written on a corner of the building complex of the huge warehouse. I opened the lock myself with some difficulty, and it looked very old and a little rotten and crisp, which made me worry about whether the two door panels would break in the next moment.

The smell of mold that had accumulated for a long time was mixed with other smells, and it almost hit me.

"This is where you want to collect."
Chapter completed!