Yan Baihu walked back and forth in the narrow tent like a trapped beast, and finally kicked over the table in front of him and said angrily: "Where are you going? The officers and soldiers are staring outside. As soon as we show up, they will immediately catch up and dismantle us. Who can run away at that time?"

“…”

"Prince, I have a plan to get rid of the pursuers!" Yao Feng stepped forward and said.

"Sir, please say it!"

Yan Baihu also wanted to escape. He had already realized that the atmosphere in the camp was getting worse and worse, and his sense of crisis was getting stronger and stronger. He always felt that something bad would happen.

Yao Feng said: "We can drive away refugees and attack the officers and soldiers camp at night. There are few officers and soldiers, so they will definitely be in chaos. We will take the opportunity to escape. In the dark, the officers and soldiers cannot see the people clearly and cannot tell the direction. We will definitely be able to get rid of them!"

Yan Baihu frowned and thought, and asked again: "Where will we go after escaping?"

"The subordinates have two strategies, each with their pros and cons. Please let the prince decide!"

Yao Feng bowed and said, "First, go east, cross the Yellow River, and go to Xinzhou. There are also floods in Xinzhou. We may be able to regroup and plan major events. But the disadvantages are also obvious. We don't know the current situation in Xinzhou. Maybe the court has appeased the refugees, maybe the flood has receded, and the refugees will return to their own homes, so we can only gamble. In addition, we have exposed our identities now and will inevitably be intercepted by the government along the way. It's okay to break through, but if we can't get through..."

If you can't get through, you will die!

Yan Baihu understood what he meant and continued to ask: "Where is the second strategy?"

"Return to Zhuozhou and prepare for the momentum. The advantage is stability. It is easy to defend but difficult to attack. Even if the officers and soldiers come to encircle and suppress, we are not afraid. I have mentioned the shortcomings before. There are few people in the straits, and if you are at the top of the sky, you will be a mountain king and cannot develop any strength!"

After Yao Feng finished speaking, he quietly waited for Yan Baihu to make a decision. The others looked nervous and the tent suddenly became quiet.

"What do you think?" Yan Baihu looked at them.

Everyone wanted to speak but stopped. Finally, Ge Rong, one of the six generals, spoke: "Prince, I think it's better to go back to Zhuozhou. If you wait for a year or two, you will always have a chance!"

“Yes, yes!”

"God knows what Xinzhou looks like now? What if we go to the trap in the past?"

"It's time to go back to the village for so long!"

...

Everyone agreed and were unwilling to take risks again.

Yan Baihu looked depressed: "Then go back! Without further ado, leave tonight and tell the brothers to pack up and don't tell the refugees!"

"yes!"

Everyone left in a hurry and quickly left.

"Am I too greedy?"

Yan Baihu sat in an empty tent and asked himself, but no one was destined to be able to answer.

While the bandits in Zhuozhou were discussing how to escape in the chaos, a similar discussion was also taking place in another secret tent in the camp.

However, the purpose of their discussion was to kill the bandits in the chaos and then seek credit from the court.

There are many old men over fifty years old sitting in the tent. They all have the same identity, that is, the old patriarch of the village.

In ancient society, each clan and surname formed a village, and these old clan leaders were the actual leaders of the clan and village.

They are people who can truly touch the people at the bottom and control their life and death. In many cases, the family rules established by clans can even surpass the laws of the state. Such things are common in ancient times.

Even the kings of a country will often only win over rather than suppress them, because to some extent they represent millions of people, the most solid and indestructible ruling class on this land, and the cornerstone of the monarchical autocratic rule.

This time, Fenzhou encountered a major flood. Yan Baihu then rebelled and rebelled, killing countless people, but failed to destroy their influence. Instead, a small group with clan as the core was naturally formed within the refugee camp. When facing a crisis, they united and joined forces to keep warm. This is a habit deeply embedded in the bones of the Chinese nation.

After counting carefully, there were eight old men sitting in the tent at this time, which means that behind them were eight village tribes, with at least two or three thousand people.

"After so many days, we have to discuss and come up with a result today no matter what!"

"Don't we just want to make some credit? Money is a trivial matter, and the important thing is to be appointed as an official!"

"You can't delay any more. If the officers and soldiers come in, it will be a waste of money!"

...

Everyone made up their minds when they said and said, and finally looked at the organizer of the discussion, Zheng Xueru, the head of the Zheng family.

He stroked his beard and said, "You have to ask for it all. Now there are only a few thief leaders, and there are three left in the six gods. There are quite a few generals below the gods, with twelve. The other little ones are not worth mentioning!"

"According to me, a god general can change at least one county official, a miscellaneous general, or a minister. What do you think?"

Everyone nodded: "This is reasonable!"

"As for the thief leader Yan Baihu, if it is better, he can change the county magistrate..."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's breathing suddenly became rapid and their eyes were burning.

County Magistrate, that's an official!

Although he is only a ninth rank and belongs to the lowest level of the imperial court, he is also a county magistrate who has a serious official status and is registered with the Ministry of Personnel and is dressed in a uniform dress!

How many scholars have spent their whole life trying to wear that official uniform one day, stand on the high hall, and shine their ancestors!

"Of course, this requires fame and fortune... At the worst, you can change the county magistrate. You should know that that is a fat man!"

The tent suddenly became quiet, and no one spoke for a moment.

Everyone discussed many times, but the reason why they didn't settle down was because Yan Baihu, the position of the county magistrate was so attractive that no one wanted to give up.

"I want Yan Baihu's head, Luojiazhuang!" said a heroic old man with white beard.

"Old man Luo, you are so angry, and you are not afraid of slapping you to death!"

"Old man Huang, why are you anxious? You are also concerned about bargaining when buying a pork. Let's talk slowly!"

"What a nonsense about this? No sincerity at all!"

...

As before, there was another noisy and everyone refused to give in to each other.
Chapter completed!