The so-called Liaoren is actually synonymous with ethnic minorities, with simple folk customs and toughness.

Because of their remote location, low news, and serious shortage of production resources, their lives were very difficult. In addition, most of the officials sent by the court made mistakes and were exiled, and they had no intention of making progress and did not know how to mediate conflicts. The blind suppression led to the intensification of the conflicts, and eventually the staff killed the officials and rebelled.

Of course, rather than saying that the evil people killed officials and rebelled, it is better to say that this is a unique way they use to petition. The evil people who have received all kinds of unfair treatment have no way to complain, and they don’t know where to complain, so killing officials has become the only choice. Only in this way can the court send larger officials to handle the affairs here.

But no matter what, killing officials is wrong. After all, officials represent the face of the court, or Li Er's face. If you kill them, you are slapping Li Er's face, and they are hitting back and forth.

So Li Muyun had already made plans before entering the Liaodi, just as he told Li Chengqian before leaving Chang'an, kill a group, beat another group, and finally pull another group.

But this time he didn't have much time, because his main task was not to really come here to quell the chaos, but to take advantage of the name of quelling the chaos, and then go straight to Songzhou from another direction to rescue Niu Jinda.

One month, at most one month, is this deadline set by Li Muyun for himself. No matter what the situation is, his team will leave the territory of Liaoren and return to the civilized world.

Monselon, the initiator of the rebellion, united with the remaining five tribes around him, killed officials and rebelled and established himself as kings.

Because the Tang Dynasty was not strong in the southern part of Jiannan Road, they almost encountered any decent resistance. The officials who were exiled, namely the county magistrates of all sizes, were quickly killed by them. Except for some local wealthy chiefs and bandits, there were almost no signs of Han people.

Zhang Lejin, a person like Shan Xiongxin, is the leader of local tyrants. This person is quite ambitious. Seeing that Mengshelong is powerful, he took the initiative to marry his daughter to Mengshelong's eldest son Xinuluo and became a relative of Lao Meng.

On this day, Zhang Lejin sat alone at home, and the female slave stolen from behind him was fanning him. In the cool breeze, Lao Zhang was dreaming happily.

The Tubo people are now trapped in Songzhou, and almost all the Tang Dynasty's military forces in Jiannandao were transferred to the Yizhou border to garrison in order to prevent the Tubo army from moving south. At the same time, the Qiang people on their backs also rose up to rebel under the oppression of Tubo. I heard that the Tang Dynasty had sent generals to suppress the rebellion; and there was also Tuyuhun. It is said that Tuyuhun also seemed to have rebelled and was advancing to Liangzhou. It is estimated that the court would also send a suppression.

With these powerful forces from the three parties rushing forward, the small civil unrest in Jiannan Road could no longer attract the attention of the court.

Oh, by the way, there was a recent news that the court sent an inexplicable King Xiaoyao to lead 10,000 troops to quell the rebellion. This person is unknown and is a prince. It is estimated that the guy is here to gilt. He called out a few fake calls and killed a few ordinary people. He probably would have to go back to hand in the office.

If this model continues to develop, no one should disturb Monshelong in the short term. I will take this opportunity to find a way to continue to grow that guy Monshelong. At that time, as long as you have 50,000 soldiers, you can completely block the Tang army from Jiannan Road by taking advantage of the geographical advantage.

When that day comes, Monshelong will become the uncrowned king like Feng Ang, and Jiannandao will become the country in the middle of the country, and he Zhang Lejin.

"Are you Zhang Lejin? That bandit leader?" Before Lao Zhang could continue thinking, a guy with a colorful face and a ghost appeared in front of him. His powerful crossbow was facing his head, and the ferocious triangular arrow flashed with black light.

"You, you, are you a human or a ghost?" Zhang Lejin was startled by the man, but after all, he had been a bandit for so many years and was still a little more courageous. After asking, he immediately reacted and said with a stern face: "No matter whether you are a human or a ghost, immediately put down what you have in and explain clearly how he came in, otherwise I will make it difficult for you to die."

"Haha" The man was threatened by Zhang Lejin, and his ghostly face turned ferocious. Although he was smiling, he had an indescribable evil charm: "It really takes no effort to get it. It seems that I will be able to grab this skill."

"What? You" Zhang Lejin was stunned. He really didn't expect that there were people in Jiannan Road who dared to attack him. Could it be that he was not afraid of death? But soon, he realized that the other party was not afraid of death, but was fearless because he had someone and the other party had someone.

In just a few breathing times, countless guys who were dressed similarly to those in front of him emerged from every corner of his house. Some were still shaking the blood on the knife. It was obvious that the defense he was proud of at home had been quietly broken.

Just as Zhang Lejin was thinking about how to deal with it next, the guys wearing colorful clothes and like ghosts on their faces had gathered, and one of them said, "Sir, the inside and outside have been cleaned up, and there is no living room except the old and the weak."

"Retreat, bring this kid with you!" The guy holding a strong crossbow took it away, turned around and left.

"No!" The two 'ghosts' officially agreed, and without saying a word, they set up Zhang Lejin and followed.

By this time, Zhang Lejin had already realized that these people were actually soldiers, real soldiers.

Didn’t all the soldiers in Jiannan Road be killed? How could there be such a group of people?

Moreover, the accents they spoke seemed to be not locals, or they should be northerners. In other words, these people were all foreigners, not local soldiers from Jiannan Road.

What's going on? What's going on? Why don't I know this group of people in Jiannan Road? Are they really ghosts? They can escape from the ground and fly to the sky? That's why they came to me without knowing it?

Zhang Lejin was escorted by several soldiers, with a bag on his head, walking in the woods with deep and shallow feet. His uneasiness became more and more serious. He only felt that he was being taken to hell. Of course, he might also be taken to the mountain god.

I don’t know how long I walked, but Zhang Lejin was still a little scared at the beginning, but as time went by, his physical fatigue made him almost forget everything, and the severe pain from his feet made him feel that life was worse than death.

I wondered when Zhang Lejin had suffered such pain. He usually wanted to go to the toilet and was carried by someone. Now he had to walk the mountain road with his head covered. He was kicked if he walked slowly. This was simply unbearable. He could not bear it anymore, and he had to endure it again.

Slowly, when Zhang Lejin was reluctant to know that his legs were there, the forward team stopped, the condom on his head was pulled open, and the stuff in his mouth was taken out.

It was already dark outside, and in the dense jungle, there was a young man sitting opposite him, a beautiful young woman standing beside him, putting the peeled lychees into his mouth.

"Introduce yourself, Li Muyun, Jiannandao comfort envoy!" The young man looked at each other for a moment, spit out the lychee core in his mouth, and said lightly.

However, the young man said relaxedly, but Zhang Lejin's face changed. He opened his mouth wide and stuttered for a while, saying, "Xiao, Xiaoyao" halfway through his words, suddenly he was shocked and knelt down. Regardless of the two hands tied behind him, he kept pounding his head on the ground: "Prince, please spare your life, please spare your life, the villain is forced, too!"

"Tell me about your value of use. If it is not worth it, why would I spare you?" Another lychee was stuffed into my mouth, making Li Muyun's voice a little vague, but cold sweat kept popping out of Zhang Lejin's head.

In fact, Zhang Lejin was really frightened. He couldn't figure out whether all this was true. Not long ago, he was still dreaming of being the king of shoulder to shoulder, but in a blink of an eye he became someone else's prisoner.

And is the person in front of me really the gilded King Xiaoyao? Or is the King Xiaoyao changed by the mountain spirit, otherwise how could he appear in such an old forest where even the locals are not willing to come in?

Under high tension, Zhang Lejin felt that his mind was not enough. He couldn't figure out why Li Muyun, who was supposed to be ambushed on the road, would emerge from the forest. Seeing that there were black shadows in the distance beside him, it was obvious that his troops were also brought in.

This is almost unimaginable for Zhang Lejin, because the Tang army, which had never been established, would enter the dense forest. If you were not familiar with the environment here, you might not be able to even get out of 5,000 people when you come in.

"Bang", before Zhang Lejin could figure it out, someone had already slapped the back of his head, and then he heard the person who grabbed him say beside him: "My general is asking you, he's mute!"

Zhang Lejin was scolded like a livestock, but he did not dare to complain, and he didn't even dare to look back. He just looked at Li Muyun and said, "General, oh no, prince, if you have anything to do, the villain is willing to be heartbroken."

"Heart and brain?" Li Muyun looked at Zhang Lejin with a smile, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "In ancient times, King Zhou wanted to eat people's hearts, so Bi Gan took out his heart and gave it to King Zhou to eat. Since you originally meant, then just apply one for me to see how?"

"Prince, villain, I" Zhang Lejin was almost crying. Li Muyun played so unreasonably, and he really didn't know how to answer the conversation.

The woman who had been standing beside Li Muyun patted him behind him: "It's so disgusting!"

The guy standing behind him smiled and said, "General, this guy is too cowardly, just kill him, why bother with him?"

Zhang Lejin's mouth twitched, thinking that he wanted to be tough. If he was facing other bandits or tribes at this time, he would really dare to be tough.

This is an army. How could the local rich man in his own place be able to fight against the army?

These guys holding crossbows are just a group of bandits with documents. By suppressing the rebellion, killing a few people is like playing tricks. If you dare to pretend, you will probably not know how to die.

"Forget it, it's boring." Just as Zhang Lejin was complaining all over and wondering how to pray for life, Li Muyun had already jumped off the stone and snapped his fingers: "Bring the person up."

"No!" A voice sounded in the darkness not far away. Time was not too high. A young man with his hands tied behind him was dragged out. When he saw Zhang Lejin following the ground, he immediately struggled and shouted: "Dad, save me, save me!"

"Ling'er!" Zhang Lejin shivered suddenly when he heard the voice, his face turned pale in an instant, and he kowtowed like garlic: "Prince, you are kind to me. The villain knows that he is wrong. The villain should not collude with Monselon. The villain should not seek wealth and honor. Please let the dog son go. He, he really knows nothing, he doesn't know anything."

Li Muyun snorted faintly: "Collaborate with foreign races, kill compatriots, and intend to rebel, Zhang Lejin, any of these are enough to make your whole family's three tribes?"

"Yes, yes, please beg the prince for mercy. The villain is willing to make up for the merits. As long as the prince lets Ling'er, the villain is willing to die with the Mengshelong." Looking at the son who was dragged away again, Zhang Jinle could no longer calm down, and his forehead was covered in blood and he had no intention of stopping.

Li Muyun looked at Zhang Lejin who was praying for his son, with no shame on his face and curled his lips, "Die together, this word is well used, but do you think my subordinates can't kill a Monsellon?"

Zhang Lejin shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, the prince's divine weapon came from the sky, so he naturally would not take the Monshelong seriously, but he just asked the prince to give the villain a chance to make up for his merits."

"Okay, since you are so sincere, if I don't give you this opportunity, I'm afraid someone will say that I'm not righteous." Li Muyun thought for a moment, then said to Zhang Lejin: "Three days later, in your manor, you will find Monsellon and I want to have a good talk with him."

"Ah? What, what?" Zhang Lejin was stunned.

Originally, he thought Li Muyun wanted to kill Mengshelong and took the head of the lord back to receive the merits, but he didn't expect that he would just have to negotiate. If it were just like this, it would be very easy.

"Didn't you hear it? Let me find that Monsellon, and my general wants to give him a chance to survive." The "Ghost Face" standing aside raised his hand again, ready to slap Zhang Lejin, which scared Lao Zhang trembled.

At this time, Li Muyun waved his face back and said to Zhang Lejin: "As the saying goes, God has the virtue of being alive. Jiannandao has enough blood flowing. I am also a person who can't stand blood. So I hope to solve the problem through negotiation. If you still want your son's life, then go back and find a way to find the Monshelong, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
Chapter completed!