The northern part of Shanxi at the turn of summer and autumn is the best season. It is lukewarm and hot, and the mosquitoes are greatly reduced. The wind and sand coming from the north are still missing. Youyu Qianhusuocheng is bathed in a peaceful and warm sun.

The Thousand Houses of Youyu are famous houses in the Datong border. They are six miles long and are almost the same as the "big city" built by Nikan in the desert.

As usual, the East City Gate of Qianhusuo City was opened early in the morning, not because of regulations or because the officials and soldiers were diligent in military affairs, but because of a large number of business!

Early in the morning, a large group of hungry people came near the Dongcheng Gate. They were all dressed in rags, with their families, hungry faces, and some were erect. This was not because they were pregnant or had gained weight, but because they ate Guanyin soil or had a stomach full of cold water.

Guanyin Tu is also called glutinous rice Tu. Eating a small amount can relieve hunger. If you eat too much, you will feel like a big belly. Because you can't digest it, the final outcome will be to die of suffocation.

Those who try hard to drink water to fill their hunger are slightly better than those who eat Guanyin soil. However, due to drought these days, the river water has dropped drastically, and some people are mixed with humans and animals. If you don’t boil it, you can imagine the consequences.

Even so, everyone tried their best to eat dirt and drink water, just to come outside the border before falling down!

Except for a very small number of people with children, almost all of them are adults. Since the famine has occurred, younger children have been eaten by adults.

They were all unkempt and dirty, but there were still many "rude" people who were stopped by the guards, and all the remaining people were driven away.

The hundreds of households led the team were both surprised and happy. Naturally, the hundreds of people were added to the "credit book" of the Thousand Houses, and hundreds of free labor in the mines. What was shocking was that although these "rude" people walked staggeringly and seemed to have not eaten for a long time, they were not like people who fled the famine at all.

However, he asked several people one after another, and they all had a Shanxi accent.

He hesitated a little and finally decided to report the matter to Ma Feng.

Ma Feng was a little confused after hearing this.

"Come from the Red Clay Fort? No wonder, it's mostly military households in the fort. Forget it, let them go if they are of the same lineage."

Ma Feng instantly understood that the Red Tu Fort was on the east side of Qianhu Suo City, but it was different from the Youyu Qianhu Suo City. Ma Feng's command was directly affiliated with the generals guarding Datong West Road, while the Red Tu Fort was affiliated with the commander of the Datong Right Guard.

Ma Feng's command had food and salary supply from the court. Although there were still some food but no meals, it was better than none. The local garrisons were different. They all rely on military farms to supply them. In the past two years, there was also a severe drought in the Youyu area. In addition to more than 100 households, the local garrisons also had some food in their homes, and the rest were similar to ordinary farmers, and there were also large-scale escapes.

Master Guan turned a blind eye and could seize the land of fugitives in the future. In the Ming Dynasty, it would be impossible to rely on the guards to fight. It would be too difficult to suppress bandits, but it was barely competent.

There are several side wall syringes under Ma Feng’s Qianhu Office. Specifically, the Broken Fox Fort, Tuanshan, Shahukou, and Shuanggou Dunes that are close to the side wall are all under his jurisdiction.

One thousand people need to defend the city, and there are also key points for division of troops everywhere, not a full thousand people. How can he be busy?

In fact, in addition to the 100 infantry guarding the city, there are fifty servants raised by Ma Feng.

The hundreds of "rude-faced" men each pushed a dilapidated wheelbarrow with farm tools and wrapped around them. With impatience, the hundreds of families guarding the city came over.

"The Qianhu Lord has an order. For the sake of his colleagues, I will let you wait, but each person needs to hand over a string of copper coins."

The string he mentioned was one hundred. Although these people were poor and had no food, they still had some copper coins on them to a greater or lesser extent.

"Give it, give it, I give it," the man standing at the gate of the city nodded and said, and he was fiddling on the wheelbarrow.

"Give!"

It was almost time to say that the hundreds of households did not wait for a string of copper coins, but they welcomed a bright straight knife!

At the same time, the men escaped from the wheelbarrow and the straight knives and bows, and some even took out short guns!

Not long after, more than a dozen soldiers guarding the city gate were massacred.

When Ma Feng heard the news, the hundreds of people had completely controlled the East City Gate!

But Ma Feng was not afraid. All his fifty servants were cavalrymen, and the other side had nothing except straight swords and bows and arrows!

"Crush!" Ma Feng was furious. He didn't know the origin of these people. He thought that the military households of the Red Clay Fort had the intention to loot his Thousand Households. If they succeeded, his hard work for seven or eight years would be ruined.

The guys surrounded by the city gate ran back when they saw the gang of cavalry coming. Ma Feng couldn't help but smile.

"Damn it, it's a mud-legged soldier who farms. I'm afraid of seeing four legs... Oh, Damn!"

It turned out that those people were not afraid, but exposed the dozens of wheelbarrows in front of them.

At the same time, among the hundreds of people, who had bows and arrows and short guns, all relying on these wheelbarrows to shoot at the cavalry!

Ma Feng was shocked, but they were not just a waste of money. After losing seven or eight cavalry, they also drew their bows and arrows to fight back!

However, at this time, someone had already touched the roof from the house near the city gate and shot the cavalry from the north and south sides!

In the end, after losing half of his men and horses, Ma Feng ordered his retreat, with only more than twenty cavalry, so he dared not return to the Qianhukou Fort. For the sake of his current plan, he had to retreat to the Shahukou Fort and slowly plan it, which was a pity for the city's savings.

"Oh! I was so careless that I lost everything. I was so careful that I was planning to be a group of military households. Oh, it wasn't right..."

The "military households" just now are not comparable to those of only military households. Could it be the thieves on the nearby mountains? Or which border army has "rebel"?

There are only two gates in the west and west city gates. The soldiers at the west city gate had already run away. The gate was wide open, and Ma Feng and the others did not have much trouble.

After Ma Feng rushed out of the west city gate, he whipped the horses while thinking, "I still have hundreds of people under my command, but they are scattered all over the place. After gathering together, they rushed over overnight. These killers who killed thousands of swords will snatch the things they should snatch in the city, eat what they should eat, and have fun. They will seize the city in one fell swoop when they are not careful, and they will make great contributions at that time!"

Thinking of this, his face cleared a little, "Hell!", and shouted loudly and urged the horse to run forward quickly...

Something was wrong, and a cloud of smoke and dust appeared in front of him, and he was overjoyed in an instant - he also laid a hundred cavalry on this road!

When the smoke and dust disappeared, the cavalry team in front finally emerged.

"Pu!", Ma Feng's horse whip fell to the ground.

"Slave Tartar!"

...

Qianhu Suocheng.

Nikangao sat on the chair, kneeling down at Ma Feng.

"How did you... touch the east gate..."

Until this time, Ma Feng was still a little shocked.

"Idiot, of course all the castles below you are under Ben Khan's hands. Those who can go to the East Gate will naturally break the Fox Fort in Zhen"

"..., 'Idiot', what is this? You are the Ningbei Hou, Qinpeng, the imperial court. How can you kill each other and provoke the border?!"

"Haha, I am here to repair such a despicable person on behalf of the court. When the disaster victims come, you will not only not help you, but will make friends with you and your enemies happy. It is because there are too many people like you that lead to the decay of the Ming Dynasty and the disaster victims everywhere!"

"you……"

"You, drag it down, break his limbs, cut his tongue, keep it for the time being. We will retreat when the victims are almost over."

So he left Sun Chuanyu to "actualize" Youyu Qianhushou Qianhu, changed all the soldiers under Qianhushou, and opened the city gates openly to welcome the victims to the north.

At the same time, near Pianguan and Hengshan, Shaanxi, were also the same. At the summer and autumn of the seventh year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty, the number of disaster victims entering the Nikan area increased greatly. Within this year, nearly 30,000 households were added in the Hetao area.

Nikan set out with Chuckdan, Wang Wenhui and a thousand personal guards who had strengthened seven hundred cavalry.

Since Liu Ruoyu arrived, Nikan transferred Wang Wenhui, who was originally in charge of the boat shop, to his backyard, and served as the doctor of the Ministry of Rites and as the deputy general manager of the Khan's Mansion. He worked with Liu Ruoyu to handle matters of all sizes and big things when he was away.

Although my backyard is not called a "harem", I finally let the eunuch take care of it.

Before he knew it, Nikan still embarked on the old path.

This time, Nikan brought Wang Wenhui with him. Liu Ruoyu was old and continued to take charge of Hulun City.

After Wang Wenhui arrived, Chuckdan breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was Suha's younger brother and had studied in Chita's school for three years, it was no problem for him to dance with swords and guns, but this writing was not as good as Wang Wenhui's.

Wang Wenhui was also willing to accept it. The great knight could bring him by his side to "keep the words and write the words". That was a great kindness. Liu Ruoyu was old and a hundred years later...
Chapter completed!