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"This officer has reached a consensus with Commander Tian Choutian, the commander-in-chief of Shanxi Township. The Shanxi military and police forces will cooperate and will never let a mob go! No matter if they are Han or what ethnicity, as long as they dare to challenge the majesty of the Ming Law, what awaits them is Only destruction!!!"

With the sound of rustling charcoal pencils rubbing against the paper, Qu Shixu's roaring declaration was vividly recorded on the headlines of each newspaper.

There are now five or six newspapers in Shanxi affiliated to the General Department of Press and Publication, equipped with a steam printing machine, and the report reached Datong in just one day.

He really regarded the police station as his own home. He leaned on the sofa outside the interrogation room and took a few glances. Chang Ping slammed the newspaper into a ball and threw it into the trash can. Now the palace is as pure as a A little princess girl like Zhang Baizhi has also learned badly, and a dirty word in the local dialect popped out of her little mouth.

"It's really cheeky to say something about the ball-browed eyes!"

But now I don't have the mind to take care of her, and hurriedly came up from downstairs, before wiping off sweat beads, Zhang Junrong has already shouted hastily: "I didn't catch it, I guess I've got out of the customs, the cavalry group of the Shanxi Legion They are also assembled, and we will start a carpet-like search along the Great Wall!"

"The descendants of Ban Sheng know more about the border than they do. It's no wonder that a group of soldiers and police can catch it!"

She flattened her mouth again, and Chang Ping hummed mockingly. She didn't pay attention to one sentence that flattened Zhang Rongjun. In the gloomy expression of the police chief, she kept talking to herself without surprising her. Get up: "In this situation, it is impossible to rely on Qu Shiqi's stick. I have to go to the customs!"

"Absolutely not!!!"

A few days ago, Chang Ping ran away once, almost scaring the unlucky children Shen Yunjian and Lin Wanru to death. Upon hearing this, they both jumped like cats that stepped on their tails. When she got up, before Zhang Rongjun could say something commonplace, the two of them had already slammed onto the floor in a neat bang. Seeing the stunned police chief, Aimee Zhu flicked her delicate long nails with a smile.

"In the coffee I bought for the two of them just now, I put some Mongolian sweat medicine that the croupier Lu Niuxuan gave me for making flowers. Uncle Zhang, I'm going to the grassland, what do you think?"

"The subordinate immediately go down and prepare the car to drive!"

Immediately standing at attention and saluting, Zhang Junrong turned around and trotted down the police station again.

After a few hours...

Two high-headed horses of Arabian blood, specially assigned by the police station, galloped excitedly on the endless grassland with their hooves raised. Behind them, the Great Wall Poluguan was thrown farther and farther away, gradually disappearing into the night, but even so, After running again and again, Zhang Junrong was still chattering worriedly.

"Miss, so what if you go now? These Bansheng people from the Baoketu Coal Mine have become thugs. If they don't, can they still trust you? It's not too late to turn around now!"

"You are causing trouble for His Majesty!!!"

Her hair fluttered with the strong wind in the grassland, she didn't look back at all, she lowered her head, but Chang Ping also roared in a low voice.

"This trouble is caused by His Majesty! He deserves it for cleaning up the trouble!"

After happily shouting this sentence, Chang Ping's voice immediately became tense and deep again, looking worriedly at the dark grassland under the night, she also said quietly.

"Besides, this may be related to the lives of 30 to [-] people. Maybe, only I can save them!!!"

Chapter 754. Bound in a Cocoon

Something big happened on the prairie!

Tang Taizong once said a very political and philosophical saying, China is safe, and the barbarians are submissive!Since Mao Jue quickly pacified the north, even if he did not deliberately appease the grassland, the intensity of the conflict between the Mongolian tribes still dropped. Local commodity trade has also improved the quality of life of grassland nomads. In the past, an iron pot needed to be hacked to the death with a knife to get it back together. Now a few sheepskins can be bought.

Moreover, as Yan walked out of the strategy, the Ming forces gradually occupying Tumochuan formulated a basic rule to at least keep this piece of grassland stable on a large scale. The last time Changping left the fortress, it was as quiet as an idyllic song along the way. It is not uncommon to see small tribes that have lived through grazing, and patches of pure white sheep.

But this time, when the pastures in autumn are the most fertile, small nomadic tribes and caravans that trade on the grassland have almost disappeared. The figures of Chang Ping and Zhang Junrong also turned around and ran after the herds, an indescribable restlessness made people uneasy.

I have been out of Saibei a few times, even in the chaos, Zhang Junrong, a veteran, still walked out of the vast grassland with Changping. On the morning of the third day, he rushed to the Baoketu Coal Mine day and night.

This is also the No. 15 day when Angeturi and other descendants of Banshengcheng escaped from prison.

"This! How did this become like this?"

Even though she was prepared, Zhu Yuhui's eyes widened in horror as she watched the scene in front of her.

The main buildings of the Baoketu Coal Mine, which are arranged in a ring, are all there, but the rows of windows are almost all smashed to pieces. On the gray cement walls, reddish-brown blood can still be seen faintly splashed on them. , As for the garrison of the Zarut Mongolian tribe outside, it simply turned into a battlefield, with hundreds of corpses lying in the grass, and black smoke rising from the half-burnt rugs.

The pungent smell of blood and corruption also made the veteran Zhang Junrong extra uneasy. After holding it in for more than two days, he couldn't help it. Roaring.

"Miss, it's time for me to explain now!"

"Find a place to settle down first! When the time comes, I..."

In the middle of speaking, Zhu Yuhui swallowed the second half of the sentence again, good guy, there is no need to find a place to settle down, a few dark muskets stretched out from the waist-deep grass, and Zhang Junrong shot out at the first moment. He turned over and got off the horse, and pulled out the revolver at his waist to resist, but what made him vomit blood was that he also turned over and got off the horse, and the girl Changping had consciously raised her little hand high.

She was exposed to the barrel of the enemy's gun, how dare she go to war, full of helplessness, raised the revolver, and he had no choice but to extend his hand and surrender.

"Official dog!"

A person walked around behind him, yelled and cursed obviously in deep disgust, and immediately hit him on the back of the head with the butt of a gun!

........

"Damn it!"

I don't know how long it took, rubbing his swollen head, Liu Junrong turned over with difficulty and sat up. Before he could shake his head, a helpless but mocking voice sounded from the opposite side.

"woke up?"

Hurrying to look over, Chang Ping was still wearing the same handsome leather jacket and jeans, and the shirt inside was not messy. It looked like he hadn't been bullied by some brutal, muscular man. Zhang Junrong was relieved to see it, but immediately, However, he was annoyed and kicked his leather boot on the iron cage door that was as thick as a little finger beside him.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm a step late. As you can see, Ban Shengmin outside the opening has turned against him!"

Helplessly slapped her hands, Aimee Zhu looked out dejectedly. Outside, she could faintly see workers wearing the uniforms of the Baoketu Coal Mine, but patrolling around with old matchlock guns, big knives and spears. While Zhang Junrong was dumbfounded, Chang Ping murmured an explanation.

"I guess you also know that this Baoketu coal mine is a benchmark to appease the Zhalut tribe and attract other Mongolian tribes to join them. But before that, did the ownership of the Baoketu coal mine belong to those Ban Sheng? During those Jiajing years, The descendants of the Han people who were captured on the grassland during the Wanli Tianqi period, I don’t know whether it was led by the Shanxi Merchants Guild, or the Shanxi government deliberately did it, anyway, they robbed the Baoketu coal mine!”

"Here is my omission. I only paid attention to the case of robbing the Baoketu coal mine before, but I didn't pay attention to the impact of this incident! It is true that people like Angetuji are victims, but these victims It’s not weak. At the time of Tumot, there were no less than 40 Ming people who were looted to the grassland. Even if there were war casualties over the years, many people fled back to the pass. The total number of descendants of Bansheng on the grassland was at least 20, or even 30 is also possible, except for the Mongols, they have the largest number!"

"However, the rights of these people have been ignored by the court!"

After moving her little butt and changing to a comfortable sitting position, Aimee Zhu continued to explain.

"It's really not good at both ends. The imperial court robbed the coal mines of the Han people in Bansheng and gave them to the Mongols. As a result, the Zhalut department thought that Bao Ketu belonged to them. Be a slave, beat and scold at will, and bully at will!"

"In the beginning, these descendants of the prairie still pinned their hopes on the imperial court. Han Xiaomo went to the capital to avenge me, but in the end, I let them down! So these Bansheng decided to do it themselves! There are so many prairie wolves, the imperial court can't help firearms, but In the past three months, the amount of gunpowder and gunpowder that flowed into the grassland outside the gambling house is obviously three or four times more than before, which is obviously a sign that they are hoarding weapons and preparing to rebel."

"And then the most direct signal, the nephew of Cao Sanxi whom I had an appointment with that night, that idiot son, got out of his mouth, Cao Sanxi brought a team of more than 100 people over from Shaanxi to protect the caravan across the desert. When Bing went north to Baoketu, I knew something was wrong, so I rushed to do it that night, trying to get Angeturi out. He still has a lot of prestige in Bansheng's ministries, but as you can see, it was a step too late! "

"Then you know that this side is probably a fire pit, why did you jump over!!!"

This was definitely what the police chief, who was holding back his stomach, wanted to shout out angrily, but someone else said it for him.

Full of astonishment, he turned his head away, talking hard, and at some point, several people had already walked to the edge of the confinement room where they were imprisoned. The leader was a tall and strong man in his 30s, with a Mongolian look on his face. It is uniquely sturdy, but it is dressed in Tsing Yi long gown. This is an orthodox Han clothing that is rarely seen even in Beiming.

That's what he asked.

Behind him, Zhang Junrong is familiar, as is Han Xiaomo, a wild girl from the prairie.Looking at the faces of the two who turned around, the girl waved her little hand mischievously: "Sister Changping."

"Angertoday?"

"Exactly, Your Highness Concubine Ming, now it's your turn to answer the question!"