Lord of the Desert

Chapter 315 Desu Army

The surveillance system does not have an intelligence system and cannot provide any real-time information.

But through these far-reaching and comprehensive documents, Hong Fan still gained a lot.

[The previous king of Huaiyang had three sons.

More than twenty years ago, the eldest son and the second son died of a sudden illness.

King Huaiyang was heartbroken and died soon after.

His youngest son Feng Chengyi, who was only six years old, succeeded to the throne. 】

[Feng Yeyi, the martial sage of the Feng family who is the only one in the world, died in the seventh year of Hongjing (44 years ago) and was buried on the top of Yunshan Mountain behind Yunlan City, the royal capital.

From then on, Yunshan was surrounded by strong winds all year round, so it was named Fengyunding.

Wind disasters in Huaiyang became more and more frequent. 】

After compiling the information from the two parts, Hong Fan returned to Asahi Mansion.

The courtyard is deep and the endless summer is in full bloom.

The study door was open, and Shen Hong stood outside the courtyard holding his knife.

Hong Fan sat quietly surrounded by the chirping cicadas, sorting out the framework for this action.

Yesterday he had a conversation with Xu Guinian, who often mentioned the sufferings of the Huaiyang people, and the nobles in the court could not sit back and watch.

This may not be completely false, but it is certainly not true.

More than a year has passed since the battle to defend Jinhai City, and the Hong family's hard work failed to win the title of General Fengguo.

Since the imperial court didn't care about the Jinhai people, it naturally didn't care much about the Huaiyang people.

After all, it is nothing more than "recovering feudal states and centralizing power."

Hong Fan considered it carefully and made two outlines.

[First, there is a fundamental difference in purpose between me and the imperial court and even the Zhangwuyuan, so we must not commit childish mistakes. 】

[Second, I need to maintain my independence after going south - things like forming a rebel army or even protecting one side are beyond my control. If I don't overestimate my capabilities, I will only bear a moral burden and get myself into a quagmire. 】

After that, he set an "evacuation trigger" that must be executed once triggered.

[First, Fengjian guest leaves the customs. 】

[Second, he was targeted by Yuan Magnetic Master. 】

With the four items displayed, Hong Fan felt a little calmer.

During lunch, he first explained to Aunt Liu and Shen Hong, then went to look for Hong Pan after dinner, and finally went for an enlightened walk outside the city in the afternoon.

By the time everything was said and done, the setting sun was already burning in the sky and was about to burn out the day.

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The night passed.

Day comes to life at sunrise.

Early in the morning, Hong Fan put on the simplest white cotton robe, had breakfast with his family, and then walked out of the city.

He didn't say goodbye to his second-team teammates, didn't need to go through any formalities, and didn't even bring a red flag.

To this day, the tiger-eating beast is far inferior to his own mobility, and its combat power is even better than nothing.

When the sun rose from the east to the zenith, Hong Fan arrived at the southern border of Liangzhou.

Calibrate the direction and take off again to the southwest.

The Huaiyang Kingdom's Tianfeng Army strictly controls the borders, making it difficult to travel inside and outside the country.

Coupled with the changing forms of the rebels, the intelligence from the Zhangwuyuan was not reliable enough.

Hong Fan chose Niutoushan in Pang County as the first place to stay in Huaiyang.

He brought a token given by the relatives of the leader of the rebel army there, hoping to gain some goodwill.

Half an hour later, Hong Fan saw Niutoushan.

Two peaks rise up, with a U-shaped mountain col in between, which indeed looks like a bull's head.

The veins of earth and stone are covered with lush vegetation.

From a high position, the densely populated areas in the mountains are clearly highlighted by green.

The sparse bungalows look like clusters of fungi.

Out of caution and to show respect, Hong Fan landed at the foot of the mountain and walked up the mountain.

Halfway up the mountain, a small tea shop-like stronghold was lying on the roadside.

Hong Fan glanced around and saw six people inside and outside - they all looked good and had some tendons.

There were piles of newly picked firewood on the side of the mountain. A young man with the most immature face was sitting cross-legged and digging into the wood to make fire. A skinny rabbit with its hair removed and blood drained was stuck on a branch beside it.

There was sweat on his forehead, and he looked like he was having trouble lighting a fire.

Hong Fan observed for a moment and then walked by.

The leader of the six noticed him.

"who?"

There was a loud shout, with a strong local accent.

There was tension inside and outside the shop.

Six people quickly gathered around, armed with two knives and four guns.

The knife is made of iron and has a bit of rust.

The guns were all bamboo poles with no metal at all. "Where did you come from?"

The leader blocked the road and asked, using an incomprehensible dialect.

"I'm from out of town."

Hong Fan guessed the meaning and replied in Mandarin.

"You are from the Desu Army, right? I want to see your leader."

He was certainly wearing his worst clothes.

But that spotless white dress is already an eye-catcher here.

"Is the boss going to meet you as soon as he says you want?"

The leading man shouted.

"What are you carrying in your bag? Open it and see!"

He rolled his eyes and raised the knife in his hand as he spoke.

Hong Fan sighed softly.

He raised his hand and fired the Fire Cloud Palm.

When the banging sound dissipated, the slightly damp firewood pile a dozen meters away was already burning brightly.

Sweat immediately broke out on the six people's foreheads.

"You, don't mess around."

The leading man swallowed.

"We have several heads of state who are better than you..."

He emboldened himself.

Hong Fan waved his hand indifferently.

"I helped you light the fire, so you can send someone out to help me lead the way."

He said.

This time no one dared to refuse.

Soon after, the young man who couldn't make a fire led Hong Fan over the mountainside dejectedly.

The remaining five people gathered around the fire and started roasting rabbit.

They walked on the road into the mountain for more than half an hour before they reached the place.

Neat wheat terraces stretch from the valley floor to the middle of the mountain.

There is a settlement attached to it, with about a few thousand people. It is not the largest in this area, but it happens to be at a critical point where large groups of people must pass in and out.

The outermost perimeter of the stockade is a protective wall made of yellow mud and stones.

Halfway against the wall, there are several sheep pens surrounded by old wooden sticks.

Sheep are not fat.

The people in the village are thinner than the sheep.

When he got here, the young man handed Hong Fan to the sentry in leather armor and whispered a few words in the local dialect.

There are probably words like "fire" and "martial arts" mixed in there.

Further inside, there is a yellow mud road with a large gap, and several stone slabs placed in the open space...

There is a wooden courtyard at the end of the village. The main building has two floors, and the bungalows on the side are similar to government offices.

There was an elderly woman in the courtyard howling loudly, probably accusing others of stealing things from her home.

At Shen Shizheng (four o'clock in the afternoon), Hong Fan met the principal on the second floor of the main building.

Rebel leader Gan Deshou and his three guards.

All four were wearing armor and swords.

This is basic respect for troubled times.

"I heard from below that you are coming from the north?"

Gan Deshou sat down at the main seat and looked at Hong Fan sitting beside him with careful eyes.

The north obviously refers to Liangzhou.

Hong Fan nodded, took out a finger-sized wooden Buddha statue from his bag, and handed it over.

Gan Deshou took it and his expression suddenly changed.

"Are they in your possession?"

he asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, everything is fine with them. They have already evacuated to Xijing together with the others from Five Elements Sect."

Hong Fan replied.

When Gan Deshou heard this, his expression softened.

"It turns out that Gan's benefactor has arrived!"

He asked Hong Fan to take a seat, and then winked to the left and right, and then tea was brought in.

(End of this chapter)