The person who came was Chen Wen.

As soon as Chen Wen left the corner of the mountain road, he saw a fat man riding a mule from afar and a group of Beggars' Gang disciples carrying bamboo sticks behind him.

Only when he was close enough, Chen Wen saw clearly that most of the beggars had rusty spear tips on the bamboo sticks.

Damn, it turns out that this is bamboo gun. Is it going to play the top martial arts champion Su Qier?

Chen Wen laughed in his heart. He had seen the army of this era several times along the way, but none of them could be so miserable. Is this a patrol of the army? It was clearly a parade of the Beggars' Sect.

However, Chen Wen knew very well that the feudal army was also an army, and beggar soldiers were also soldiers. It was difficult for creatures like Qiu Ba to provoke during the ordinary days, not to mention that this was a chaotic world. With the attitude of being less than more, he stood by the roadside as before without hesitation and let the beggar soldiers pass first.

Beggar soldiers passed by Chen Wen one by one. Few people spoke, but most of them looked at Chen Wen in admiration or awe, and then walked over. What made Chen Wen feel strange was that the elder with a greasy face and a strong body was staring at him all the time since he came, as if he could grow two more pounds of fat.

After all, Chen Wen has been in society for a few years and can still see how many people are. The elder's eyes made Chen Xi very uncomfortable, and he always felt that something was going to happen. So, when the last Beggars' Gang disciple passed by him, he immediately walked forward in the direction he was going.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly rang out in the distance behind him.

"Well, don't leave."

When Chen Wen heard this, his first reaction was to run away. In such troubled times, the regular military discipline was not very good, not to mention that these miscellaneous soldiers, such as his own travelers, the farther away from them, the better.

But the problem is that his two-legged one must not be able to run away from the four-legged one on the opposite side, and just passed by, he clearly saw the elder's mule hanging full of bow bags and quiver pots. If the other party possessed the soul of the flying general at that moment...

Come on, it’s better for soldiers to block them, and the water to cover them.

Chen Wen stopped, took a deep breath, turned around, and changed into a courteous smile. "This, well, general, is there anything wrong?"

The person who came was a thin boy, carrying a bamboo gun and trotted all the way, and he was not breathing evenly. He was already fingering his halberd, but when he heard Chen Wen called him a general, he immediately shook his hand quickly, and his face was full of embarrassment. "I dare not call him this, I dare not call him this, the villain is not a general, that, my boss asks me to go over."

“Hard work.”

Soon, Chen Wen followed the soldier to the commander in front of the commander who was talking about. He looked sideways and saw that the soldiers around him were squatting, sitting, and even lying on the ground to bask in the sun. There were only a few guys who looked like officers and soldiers holding waist knives standing beside the elders.

Didn’t the feudal army even care about shit and fart? Why did they feel that military training was not as severe as before when they went to school?

At this time, the officer in charge of the head with a waist knife stepped forward, held the knife with one hand and pointed the halberd forward, and said loudly: "So that you can tell, my general is the confidant general under the command of the right assistant minister of the Ministry of War of the Ming Dynasty, Wang Sheng, and the guerrilla general."

That image looks very much like the dog-legged ones in the TV series that Chen Wen has watched.

It turned out that this mule was not right. He was an elder riding a horse or a guerrilla general. Chen Wen thought about it and often called the general of the garrison in the late Ming Dynasty. Even if he was a flatterer, he would be called the deputy general at most.

A guerrilla general and a great general, he pretends to be a big tail wolf.

As for the elder Mr. Feng, the right assistant minister of the Ministry of War of the Lu State, it should be Feng Jingdi, who was betrayed by his generals when the Qing army surrounded Siming Mountain and killed his country. By the way, what is the name of the general who betrayed him? You have to think about it carefully.

At this time, the dog legs seemed to see Chen Wen walking outside the sky, holding the scabbard and pulling out most of the knife. "You guy, don't kneel down when you see my boss!"

In an instant, several personal soldiers standing around pulled out their waists, and most of the squatting soldiers stood up.

The sharp blade shone brightly in the sun. Seeing this, Chen Wen couldn't help but take a deep breath.

I'm so crazy. What's so hard to get distracted at this time? The most important thing now is to go to Dalan Mountain and then to Fujian. What time should I waste here? I have to get rid of these people as soon as possible.

Forget it, just kneel down. Look at this guy's weight, I probably can't escape the catastrophe three months later. I'll just think that I'm worshiping the martyrs in advance.

"I heard that Wang Dashen is famous for a long time, so I'm here to see Chen Wen, and I'll pay homage to Wang Dashen." Chen Wenxue knelt down and kowtowed respectfully, and continued, "I never expected that I would be lucky enough to see Wang Dashen. I was so stunned just now. I hope Wang Dashen forgives his crime."

Wang Sheng looked at Chen Wen condescendingly and smiled. "Get up."

"Mr. Xie Wang." Chen Wen stood up long, lowered his head and looked sideways. His dog's legs had been sheathed, and the others had returned to their original state.

"What a hero."

"Mr. Xie Wang praised him."

A hero?

Chen Wen sneered in his heart. The nutritional standards for ordinary residents in the 21st century were probably only met by wealthy families in the 17th century. A modern person who grew up under the nutritional intake standards in the 21st century naturally had much more physical advantages than ancient people who were born, grew up, and generally malnourished during the growth period.

But, he has been having a lot of time recently, and probably his complexion may not be as good as the "master" in front of him in terms of complexion.

"Where are the people of the hero?"

"Return to the King of Marshal Wang, a person from Zhili, down to the south."

On the way, Chen Wen thought that although he had already planned to meet Wang Yi and Zheng Chenggong, he claimed to be from Tianjin Wei people, if he was questioned by an unrelated person, he would be too eye-catching.

Nanzhili is very good, especially Nanjing, which was the largest gathering place for the remnants of the Ming Dynasty in the early Qing Dynasty. It is not surprising that I came to Nanjing to meet Wang Yi. Moreover, Nanzhili in the Ming Dynasty included later Anhui, and Tianjin dialect itself originated from Suzhou dialect, and the accent was acceptable.

Nanzhili? There must be something important to come to Siming Mountain from Nanzhili for thousands of miles.

Wang Sheng pretended to be careless and asked: "The hero came from afar, don't know what's important?"

Chen Wen thought about it. I remember seeing in the book that Feng Jingdi and Wang Yi seemed to have a good relationship. After Feng Jingdi broke into Huzhou, he went to Siming Mountain to join the army with Wang Yi. Later, although he guarded various places, he also supported each other. Moreover, he remembered that Feng Jingdi seemed to be a fellow villager with Wang Yi, and had a common revolutionary goal. This relationship should be very strong.

Well, let's be honest.

"I came down here and was entrusted by someone to go to Dalan Mountain to seek the meeting with the King of Kings."

Didn’t the ancients all pay attention to loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness? They were entrusted by others to travel thousands of miles. The impression of a righteous man should be enough for the general to let him go.

Chen Wen thought to himself, "Maybe he can still get some dry food, so you won't have to go hungry tonight."

Nanzhili! Being entrusted by someone! Ask to see Wang Yi! It’s still at this critical moment. Could it be military information?

Wang Sheng felt his heartbeat faster and faster, and then asked sternly: "I am following the orders of Wang Jinglu and Feng Shilang to check the roads entering and leaving Siming Mountain. If you have anything, you must explain it clearly to me, otherwise I will not allow you to go up the mountain with such unknown origin."

Damn, this person is too ignorant. You have to take care of Tie Cier when I go to see your boss.

So, Chen Wen gritted his teeth and bowed to the end, saying, "Although I am vulgar, I have heard of the name of loyalty and righteousness of Marshal Wang. Today, I saw it. Today's affairs should not have made the general embarrassed, but they were only trusted by others. Before coming down, I promised that this matter could only be included in Wang Jinglei. I hope that Marshal Wang would be favored and would be rewarded in the future."

It seems that it is really a big deal. If it is military affairs, then sending it to the Qing Dynasty would be a great achievement. But we must first arrest this guy and torture him.

Since that's the case, Wang Sheng narrowed his eyes, looked around, and then sneered: "I think you are a guy who is clearly doing something, and you will take this guy down to me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dog-legged officer immediately drew his sword in his hand, and several personal soldiers around him pulled out their waists, and even the soldiers who were originally squatting on the ground surrounded him with bamboo guns.

Looking at the group of thin and dry Ming Dynasty people who were only 1.6 meters tall or even less than 1.6 meters tall, Chen Wen suddenly remembered the joke of Guan Yu and Takeda Shin-rig who were once famous online.

Unfortunately, this joke has changed its taste today. The people who have accumulated monkeys in Takeda Mountain have increased in their clothes. They not only come as promised, but also carry weapons. Not only are their martial arts worth far lower than the digits of Emperor Guan Sheng, but they are also a person with bare hands.
Chapter completed!