"Mo Jiu, I can't tell that you are a talented man! You are a sentry officer in the Kidding Camp, you are really a talent!"

While talking, several white-Arga Bayala walked out of the inner house in a house in Tongguan City, and the leader was Molgen.

At this time, Moergen smiled and held a huge package in his hand. There was a large ball of fresh blood on his face. It was obvious that the white-armored soldiers had a lot of gains in this yard.

When Geng Jingzhong first introduced Mo Jiu to Malgen, Malgen was actually incompetent, and he didn't think how this relative under Geng Jingzhong was able to do it.

But when Mo Jiu picked out a black copper incense burner from the ancestral hall of a wealthy family and pointed out what this inconspicuous copper lump was cast by the Ganwen Hall of the Nanzhu School. Although it looked red copper, it actually contained at least one percent of the gold. When it was put into the hands of experts who knew the goods, it could sell at least a thousand taels of silver. Morgen regarded Mo Jiu as a life-and-death relationship.

The family that just succeeded has brought Morgen's admiration for Mo Jiu one step closer.

This family looks like a gray gatehouse, not much wider than other houses. The courtyard inside cannot be seen from the outside. If Morgen leads the team, it is likely that it will pass by and will not go in at all.

But Mo Jiu just gave it a light look and said that the house must have a wealthy family. It must not be let go.

The result was just as Mo Jiu said, the things stolen by this household were even richer than the previous dozen households combined, which made Morgen and others make a fortune.

"I'm talking about Mo Jiu? How do you realize that this family is a rich man?" Morgen's face was full of doubt.

Mo Jiu said flatteringly: "Reply to the master, this is actually not difficult. Do you see a few square stone marks on the ground outside his gate?"

Mo Jiu was talking about the outside of the door of this family, there were several ruins about an inch above the ground on both sides. It seemed that there were several thin stone pillars standing here, but later it was broken for some reason.

Morgen surrounded the remaining stone pillars, and after looking at them for a long time, he could not see any clues.

Mo Jiu pointed to the remains on the ground and said to Morgen:

"I don't know that this place originally housed horse tying stakes, also known as stakes. They are used to tie horses when guests come to the mansion to pay homage. These horse tying stakes are carved from good bluestone and are of great value. If it weren't for rich families, they wouldn't be able to use them."

Morgen's face was even more confused and said, "When you say this, I remembered it. I had seen this horse-tie stake when I was in the capital, but all the few in front of me were smashed. Maybe the owner of this house had already fallen into the family and could not raise the horse, so he smashed these stakes so that he would not be obsessed when entering and leaving."

"If he doesn't smash it, I can't determine the wealth of this family. Sir, look at what that is."

Mo Jiu said, pointing to the courtyard wall next to the house. Morgen looked in the direction of Mo Jiu's finger. He saw more than a dozen iron rings nailed side by side on the courtyard wall. Each iron ring was shiny and was obviously used frequently.

Morgen measured the height of the iron rings and thought about it: "Can these iron rings be used for horse tying? But why don't you use the good horse tying stakes, but use these broken iron rings instead?"

"My wise eyes are that these iron rings are used to tie horses. Over the years, the Central Plains have not had a good year, and taxes have been raised almost every year. In addition to the three tuitions, there are still countless levy levies in the local area every year. Even these wealthy families cannot withstand such urges. Therefore, the head of this family smashed the horse mount pedestal at the door to hide their respect.

However, although the stakes on the horse were smashed, the family was not defeated, and there were often guests riding horses to visit. In desperation, they had to temporarily nail a row of iron rings on the wall for horse tying.

You see that the iron ring is polished and obviously there are many guests. As the saying goes, poor people are in the downtown area, and wealthy people have distant relatives in the mountains. Can so many guests riding horses come to visit. Do you think the family in this house is still poor?"

Morgen clapped and laughed when he heard Mo Jiu's words, and felt that Mo Jiu was really useful. While chatting, everyone left the mansion and turned over and continued to look for wealthy families to plunder. Before they knew it, they were getting further and further away from Geng Zhongming's central army.

There was not much resistance from the Shun Army along the way. Occasionally, a few groups of market heroes came out, and they were shot down by Morgen and others. It was easier and more relaxed than ordinary suburban hunting.

The heroes Malgen and others met at this time were a little different from those they met at the city gate. It turned out that the heroes I met at the city gate were exaggerated in their clothes, but they were also luxurious and beautiful.

Now these heroes are extremely thin in their clothes. They seem to be dressed in a house. Some of them are only wearing a middle-clothing, and they take a wooden stick or stone and rush out.

Of course, whether it is exaggerated and weird clothes or thin and naked, these heroes are all the same. Before they can be beaten down, they are shot down by arrows and killed one after another.

If you want to say that the title of Baijia Bayala of Morgen and others is really not a false reputation. A hundred steps away from the sound of the bowstrings can be said to be an arrow that is fifteen.

It was also Morgen and others who deliberately showed their skills in front of the Han soldiers of Mo Jiu, who were the ones who were attacked by the enemy. The places where the enemy was hit by the arrow were mostly key areas such as the throat and heart. There were almost no exceptions.

The relatives praised the white-armored soldiers' superb martial arts and excellent archery skills in unison. Morgen and others were also proud and showed a proud look on their faces.

Everyone was in high spirits along the way, but Mo Jiu felt something was wrong. These white-armored soldiers plundered and plundered. Under the dual stimulation of blood and money, they almost forgot the passage of time, but Mo Jiu felt that they had left Geng Zhongming's central army for some time.

What surprised Mo Jiu was that the shouts of killing from the central army had never stopped. It was obvious that the resistance in the city was always ongoing. You should know that Geng Zhongming's troops were all over ten thousand people. After such a long time, the resistance in the city had not been calmed down, which was a bit strange.

What made Mo Jiu vaguely feel is that the heroes I met today, whether they are on the top of the city, at the gate, or the monk who was trampled to death by his horse, or even the scattered heroes who were shot and killed by Morgen and others. These people have one thing in common, that is, they are not afraid of death.

If you want to say that Mo Jiu has been in the army for many years, he has seen countless people who are not afraid of death. However, those who are not afraid of death are completely different from the heroes he meets today.

On the battlefield, when the drums are beating, or when the compatriots fall to the ground, it is the most important thing that makes people lose their blood and forget the great horror between life and death.

Mo Jiu had seen dead soldiers rushing towards the enemy's formation regardless of everything, and also saw heroes who were holding the burning "ten thousand enemies" in his arms, jumping down from the city tower and dying with the enemy.

These heroes will burst into decisive momentum of desperate dedication to death.

But today, these heroes have calm expressions and no fluctuations in their eyes. When charging, they are like hungry people rushing forward during disaster relief. They don’t care at all about the rain of guns and arrows in front of them.

Speaking of the performances of these heroes in battle formations, it may be inaccurate to describe the word "generous" to die. To put it bluntly, it is like rushing to be reincarnated.

Without wearing armor or shield, a person holding a wooden stick or brick, he dares to run over to attack the square formation that is waiting for hundreds of strong formations. Isn’t this a waste of death?

But these heroes who took the initiative to die were still full of meaninglessness, just like rural urchins playing with each other and riding horses and fighting. Even when they were severely injured, the heroes still looked as usual. They didn't even hum.

After seeing this for so long, Mo Jiu did not find a surrendered hero. Even though he was seriously injured, he didn't say anything. He picked up the weapons beside him and decisively committed suicide.

But his face was as calm as usual, with no pain or determination at all.

As the saying goes, if something is abnormal, it will be a monster. Although these heroes cannot see any threat, Mo Jiu always feels that something seems to happen today.

Just as Mo Jiu was constantly thinking about what he saw and heard today, Morgen suddenly pointed at the front with a horse whip and said, "What is that?"

Mo Jiu looked in the direction of the Morgen horse whip and saw a high-walled courtyard not far ahead. The courtyard wall was much higher than the exterior walls of the house you usually see, as if it was an office in Tongguan City.

Looking through the courtyard wall, a big yellow flag was erected deep in the courtyard.

The flag was two or three meters high. Although it was still far away, it was very clear. The flag was covered with the golden gourd, and the white flames on both sides and the yellow flags several feet long below were fluttering in the wind. Five big words "Flower Resurrection Spot" were embroidered in the middle of the flag.

"Sir, that's the big flag!"

Above the battle formation, yellow belongs to earth. Therefore, all the central army and the central camp use yellow flags. The flags are divided into celestial flags and celestial flags. The flags are embroidered with Yin and Yang and Five Elements, while the flags are embroidered with text. Generally speaking, the flags are the most towering, with rectangular body and long old flags under them, so they are very easy to recognize.

Morgen has experienced countless battle formations since he was a child, so how could he not recognize the big flag? He couldn't help but snorted coldly and said, "Don't I know it's the big flag! I asked what words were embroidered on it?"

Although Morgen speaks Chinese well, he doesn't know much about these Chinese characters.

"This..." Mo Jiu looked at the words on the big banner, and was also confused.

This big flag is also called the Sanjun Office's Mind Flag. His location must be the position of the commander in the army. Sometimes when camping, it will be erected together with the sitting flag and erected at the door of the central army's head.

The words on the banner are usually embroidered with the positions of military generals. Of course, there are some special situations that embroider the surnames of military generals.

But Mo Jiu really doesn't understand the five words "Foot Water Resurrection Spot" on the big flag in front of him. Is the official position or surname of the other party's head coach? How should these five words be broken?

However, if you don’t understand, it doesn’t mean you can’t make up. Mo Jiu is unwilling to destroy his image of everything in the minds of the white-armored soldiers. So he made up his mind:

"Sir, the five words embroidered on this big banner are the five words "Foot Water Resurrection Point". These five words are read according to the subordinates, but they have to be read separately.

Is the word "quanshui" the surname? It is the surname! In the Wanli period, the Ming Dynasty aided Korea, and a large number of Japanese were captured at that time. Later, these Japanese people were nostalgic about the Central Plains culture and no longer returned to their country. Instead, they settled in the Central Plains.

The surnames of these Japanese people who stayed behind are strange, including underground and fields. I saw that the word "quanshui" was the surname of Japan. I thought it was this pseudo-reland thief who rebelled against the will of heaven, but could not find a serious scholar to serve as an official. So I didn't know where to find a Japanese man to do it, so I embroidered the word "quanshui" on the flag.

As for this "resurrection", it must be a false official position. Wang Wei has a poem saying: "Thousands of doors and thousands of households in Chang'an, where can we walk in the golden custody?" This is the official position.

The pseudo-shu advocated the old system of the previous dynasty, and even Xi'an was renamed Chang'an. From time to time, he would find some strange official positions from books to appoint and dismiss. According to the poem, one "thousand gates" and one "thousand households" are about 10,100 households, and the positions are basically the same as our Gushan E.

The last word "dot" is a white character, and it should be "dian". It means "dian". Generally speaking, the documents next to the chief official are called "dian".

So according to the humble opinion, the head coach under the Daqiu is not a high-ranking official like Wanhu, but a clerk around Wanhu.

Morgen frowned when he heard this. He was a Japanese and a Tang poetry man. It sounded unreliable. However, along the way, Mojiu's astronomy and geography, and his image of omniscience and geography were too deeply rooted in people's hearts, and he couldn't help but hesitate:

"According to your words, the big flag is embroidered with a civil servant. But why would the central headquarters of Tongguan erect a civil servant's flag?"

Mo Jiu thought that this question was really hard to answer, but since he had already compiled it to this point, he had to say it, so he said:

"This morning, I kept staring at Ma Shiyao with my eyes. Even when the cannon on the top of the city exploded, my eyes never left Ma Shiyao's side. I felt that at that time, Ma Shiyao seemed to be caught off guard, very surprised and panicked.

I guess Ma Shiyao may really want to surrender to the Qing Dynasty. It was just that the Japanese civil servants with a mixed surname Quanshui in the city were slandered. They advocated the most shattered culture and would rather die than surrender. So they came up with the trick of shelling and plotting against our Qing Dynasty.

It’s a pity that these civil servants may be fine to do their writing, but they know nothing about ignition and cannons, so there was a farce of the cannons on the city wall.

I think the resistance in the city is also organized by the Japanese national rituals, so the name of Wushan Bema Shiyao is not written on the big banner, but the name of a Japanese civil servant is written to boost morale."

Mo Jiu said nonsense, but in the end he accidentally made up the whole story. Morgen recalled what he encountered in the city. As expected, as Mo Jiu said, these heroes were in a mess of martial arts and fighting formations, and they only knew how to rush to rush around. It was indeed like civil officials who knew nothing and were commanding the army randomly.

Moreover, because the civil servants had no military power, they could not mobilize the Dashun army. So they could only find the heroes in the city to help defend the city. In this way, the matter might make sense...

Of course, these are just unreasonable guesses out of thin air, but no matter what the answer is, the big flag of Tongguan City is now in front of me, and Molgen couldn't help but feel moved.

You should know that the credit for seizing the flag and killing the generals is equally important. It is just because dust is flying above the battle formation. Soldiers rely on drums and flags to command when fighting. The flag of the commander of the central army is the source of courage in the hearts of the soldiers.

As long as the commander's flag does not fall, no matter how dangerous the battle formation is, the soldiers in their troops will naturally not panic and will act according to the military order.

But once the coach's flag is taken away by the opponent, it means that there has been a change in the central army, and the commander may have been killed by the enemy. The defeat will be in an instant.

So if anyone can cut down the opponent's big flag on the battlefield, the credit will be no less than the slash of the opponent's head coach.

Morgen and others originally just wanted to rob some property, but somehow they went around and moved behind the enemy's central headquarters.

Although Malgen made a few small fortunes along the way, he could not whisper to Japanese compared to the credit for seizing the flag.

Listening to the sound of gongs and drums shouting and killing in the distance, I knew that the street fighting in the city was still going on. If I could take the opportunity to cut off the enemy's flag at this time, then in the future, I would have to be ranked first in terms of the contribution of the attack on Tongguan.

Thinking of this, Morgen felt aroused. He hurriedly gathered his subordinates who were still plundering everywhere and prepared to rush into the yard to destroy the flag and make contributions.
Chapter completed!