He Changbao was so panicked that he was at a loss when he received the urgent report from the bandits attacking Mengjiazhuang in Loufan.

It is not because of how important Mengjiazhuang is, but because he is the dignified magistrate of Jingle County, and the merchants in the territory are robbed by bandits, so it is definitely difficult to blame.

The most important thing is that Loufan is only more than 70 miles away from Jingle County. If the bandits go north and attack Jingle County, how can his small county be defended?

After recovering from his senses, He Changbao hurriedly sent his master to Qianhu Station in Ninghua with 100 taels of silver, and asked Qianhu Han Mao to send troops to guard the county town and sent people to investigate in the direction of Loufan.

Han Mao knew how to be a human being. After collecting the money, he immediately ordered the generals. In the afternoon of the same day, he only left 200 soldiers to station in the thousand houses, and he led the remaining 300 soldiers, most of whom were old, weak, sick and disabled. Only a few officers including Han Mao could barely see.

He Changbao knew the soldiers of the garrison that he could not pay the money for many years. Most of the soldiers of the garrison fled everywhere to make a living. Those who were left were the elderly, weak, sick and disabled, and the vacant soldiers naturally fell into the pockets of the generals.

The Qianhu District of Ninghua is affiliated to the nine-sided important towns, and the situation is quite good. The 1,120 troops can still be left with half of the troops. To the Qianhu District of the prefectures in the south, only 20 or 30% of the soldiers are left.

With Han Mao’s three hundred guards, He Changbao felt relieved.

The provocateur also quickly returned: Mengjiazhuang was captured by bandits and looted all of them. There were countless dead, but there were only some living places on the steep gate tower in Mengjiazhuang. The bandits had retreated to Lin County to the west and Huangcong Mountain in the southwest.

He Changbao breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that the bandits had retreated.

Soon, his mind started to turn around again, thinking about the four words "numbers of dead".

Also, how can you keep your black hat on your head, and even take this opportunity to go further and get promoted and make money?

Loufan and Mengjiazhuang were looted by the bandits, which was a slack punishment for defending the territory. If they could pursue the bandits and seize the heads, it was a merit of suppressing the bandits. If they were to overcome the bandits, their lives would definitely be guaranteed.

Of course he would not really go to suppress the bandits. There were countless dead in Mengjiazhuang, and those heads, whether they were good or bandits, were all rewards.

After thinking about it, He Changbao slapped his thigh and immediately summoned three yamen runners and county town and rural brave men.

In addition to the clerks and clerks from the sixth house, he ordered three yard runners and eighty white runners, plus one hundred township brave men led by the county gentry, gathering a total of two hundred people.

When he heard that he was going to Loufan to suppress the bandits, Han Mao volunteered to lead the troops of the Sanhung Guards to participate in the bandits suppression.

He Changbao knew what the other party was trying to do, but he just wanted to compete with him for the lead.

But He Changbao did not refuse. After all, he came to help him defend the city with kindness, which would naturally make some points better if it would be beneficial.

So, five hundred men made meals at the third update, prepared three days of dry food, set off at the fifth update, set off on the road lightly, and headed straight to Loufan Town in the south.

He Changbao naturally would not take risks, and only his commander led the yamen runners and the township heroes to temporarily obey Han Mao's command.

Under the constant urging of Han Mao and his master, the team marched all the way. With complaints all day long, they actually walked seventy miles in five hours and arrived at Loufan at noon.

As soon as he entered the Loufan realm, he met a group of refugees who were also heading towards Loufan. They were all hungry and pale and thin, and looked like they were no longer human. The two leaders were barely a bit human-like. One had a sloppy eyes and looked quite clever. The other was a honest and honest old man, grinning at Han Mao with big yellow teeth.

Han Mao felt that he was so displeased when he saw this person. He raised his whip and whipped it down. The old man grinned his teeth and hid beside him, not angry, but just grinned with his big yellow teeth.

Han Mao was too lazy to pay attention to this stupid old man. After driving all the refugees to the roadside, he took the army to Mengjiazhuang with a arrogant attitude.

What he didn't know was that the half-best boy with his eyes turned straight, had already grasped the two short knives in his sleeve, and the silly old man stared at their only dozens of war horses.

A war horse is a good thing.

As Qin Chuan watched the messy group of officers and soldiers approached, his eyes were also staring at the dozens of war horses.

What he lacked the most was the horse. That day, the ten old and weak horses given by Bashanhu were originally tied under the gatehouse. The people from Bashanhu couldn't get close to the gatehouse, so they simply shot arrows and killed them.

Now all the dead horses have been slaughtered, and the old bandits in Jiujishan have a big meal, while the rest have become jerky.

Now there are only twelve horses on hand, which were snatched back by Luo Daniu and Song Zhiting in the mine.

There are horses in Genting Mountain, but the horse farm there has been controlled by Bashanhu. He does not have enough strength to compete with Bashanhu.

However, the group of officers and soldiers who gathered together in the east and west were easier to chew than Bashan tigers. If I had more people, I would definitely take action to grab those war horses.

Just as they were greedy, the group of officers and soldiers stopped two hundred steps away, and only a few officers and soldiers rode their horses toward the Zhuangzi.

"Mr. Han from the thousand households in Ninghua Institute was ordered to suppress the bandits. Who is the owner of the manor here? Come out and speak."

As the officers and soldiers approached, one of the little officials with a tumor on their face shouted at the gatehouse.

Meng Guiming was about to speak when Qin Chuan shouted: "Sir, yesterday, Bizhuang was robbed by bandits, and the money and food were gone, and the village people were almost dead. Only the owner of Bizhuang and the guardhouse were more than 20 people left. The bandits retreated yesterday, and there are no bandits to suppress Bizhuang."

The little official of the tumor shouted again: "Since that's the case, why don't you open the door quickly and let me go to the village to investigate?"

Qin Chuan pointed to the collapsed courtyard wall not far away: "Sir, when the bandits attacked the village yesterday, the door hole was blocked by bricks and stones and was unpassable. You can enter the village through the gap there."

The officers and soldiers rode around the other side, showed off their weapons, slowly approached the gap. They first threw a javelin in, then suddenly rushed in, and then carefully investigated it.

The hundreds of officers and soldiers outside sat down on the spot to rest, chewing dry food one by one.

After a long time, the officers and soldiers walked around the village and then went outside the courtyard wall to investigate the hundreds of corpses piled there.

Originally, there were nearly a thousand dead bodies in the village. Qin Chuan asked someone to cut off the heads of more than 200 elderly bandits. All the headless corpses and the Fan family were buried. In the morning, some villagers came to claim the bodies of their relatives who were guarding the yard in the village. After crying for a long time, there are still 700 corpses left outside the village.

Not long after, several officers and soldiers rode back and returned to the Qianhu.

After a while, the thousand-householder scolded him, hundreds of officers and soldiers stood up in a mess and walked towards the pile of corpses by the wall of the courtyard with their knives.

The little official who was just now rode his horse to the gatehouse not far away and shouted: "Help, the people on the building have found out that there are some corpses of bandits under the courtyard wall over there. Shangguan wants to take those heads and hang them on the door for public display. After our army leaves, you must quickly fill the corpses to avoid the epidemic from spreading."

After shouting, the little official rode his horse and went to command others to chop off the heads.

Qin Chuan was a little stunned.

He thought he wanted to go down to welcome Master Guan, but he could only wipe his tears and cry a few times, and took the opportunity to do a deal with him.

Unexpectedly, the other party only went to the village to investigate. After seeing that there were neither bandits nor oil to scrape, they began to chop people's heads, without even symbolic care for the people.

Have the official army deteriorated to this point these days?

In desperation, Qin Chuan had to lead Song Zhiting and Luo Daniu downstairs and bend out of the village to the gap.

When he went out and saw the little official who was just now, Qin Chuan bowed and said, "Sir, Xiaomin wants to discuss with Qianhu. Can you ask Qianhu to come and have a discussion?"

The little official frowned: "What's the matter?"

"It is of great importance. Xiaomin can only talk to the Qianhu, and I hope the adults will forgive me."

"Follow me." The little official was a little unhappy.

Qin Chuan looked two hundred steps away, and there were about a hundred fully armed officers and soldiers there, and it was obvious that they were the private soldiers of the generals.

He did not forget his identity as the leader of the bandit. If someone in the other party's army recognizes him or is seen through his identity as a bandit, he will not be able to come back.

He is not Zhao Zilong, neither the courage nor the ability to kill seven in and seven out of thousands of troops.

So he had to bow his hand again and apologize: "Sir, can you please ask the Lord Qianhu to come and have a sigh?"

"Rare!" The little official frowned, "You are just a villager, how can you let the Qianhu come to see you?"

Qin Chuan also frowned, feeling a little embarrassed.

He wanted to wait for the thousand households to enter the village and then discuss business while the two sides exchanged greetings, but he didn't expect that the thousand households were so timid that even the village didn't dare to enter.

Of course he couldn't go out either.

In desperation, Qin Chuan had to apologize again: "Then I'll tell you to the Qianhu on your behalf."

"Xiaomin brought people to pursue the bandits yesterday, and fought a bloody battle and killed two hundred heads. It was seen that there were old bandits in the mouth of the teeth. They have now been stored in the village by silt. They wanted to transport them to Yangquxian and the prefect. Today, when you arrive at the village, Xiaomin dared to ask you to worship the heads."

"Oh?" A leading tummy little official raised his eyebrows, "Where is the head level? Why don't you bring it quickly?"

"Sir, please wait."

Qin Chuan bowed again and said, "Sir, Loufan Town is located in a remote area, nearly 80 miles away from the county government. If it is attacked by thieves, it will definitely not be enough to ask for help. Thirty archers in the inspection department of the town will not be able to fight against the bandits."

"The villain dared to borrow the two hundred heads, and the Qianhu Gong asked the court for a single official and half position on behalf of the villain, so that the villain could train and strengthen troops in Loufan, serve the court, and defend the people."

After hearing what he said, the little official of the tumor was stunned.

"You are very brave and want to do business with the Qianhu?" The little official of the tumor came back to his senses and said with a sinister face.

Qin Chuan smiled: "Sir, the little people just want to do their best to the court to protect their families and the people."

"Okay." The little official looked reluctant to make trouble. "You bring the head first, and I'll go back and talk to the Lord Qianhu."

Qin Chuan smiled apologetically: "Sir, please forgive me. As long as the Qianhu Lord agrees, Xiaomin will naturally present his head with both hands."

The little official frowned: "You still dare to bargain with me?"

Qin Chuan also frowned, and cursed several times in his heart.

The little official of the tumor looks like a small flag or a general flag officer. He talks to him with a smile on his face and speaks angrily. He is better, and he is pretending to me.

I still want to take the goods away first, but will I be able to grab the credit?

There is no door.

Thinking of this, Qin Chuan simply bowed and said, "Since the adults are inconvenient to tell me, I won't do this business for now."

After saying that, he took Song Zhiting and Luo Daniu, who had been angry, back to the village.

Seeing them turn around and leave, the little official of the tumor was stunned at first, and then furious.
Chapter completed!