Feng Zhen couldn't help but be whimsical, if there were 30,000 well-trained heavy cavalry, it would not be a dream to fight the northern frontier.

"Three thousand heavy cavalry alone is so powerful, if it is thirty thousand, wouldn't it be invincible in the world?"

No matter how good the strategist's brain is, he can't hold enough horses' hooves.

Violent fighting, crushing strength.

Sun Wen didn't know the inside story of the formation of this heavy cavalry, but just calculating the cost was enough for him to smack his tongue.

Don't look at the lord all day long, looking like "I'm poor", but the real family is frighteningly rich.

Thinking of the three mansions that Jiang Pengji rewarded him, Sun Wen only then understood how rich Jiang Pengji was.

Without money, which lord can reward him with three mansions after forming three thousand heavy cavalry?

There is one in Xiangyang County, one in Maruzhou, one in Shangyang County, and one here in Chongzhou, and the title deed is still hot.

Although I only saw the place in Chongzhou, judging from the appearance of the houses, the other two houses were not bad.

The three mansions, plus the gold, silver and jewelry that Sun Wen knocked out from northern Xinjiang, are enough for his grandson Lan Lan to have food and clothing for the rest of his life.

"Thirty thousand?" the official on the side smiled, "These three thousand alone will make the lord's flesh hurt—"

Want to raise 30,000 heavy cavalry?

Then we have to see if the treasury of the nobles in northern Xinjiang is not powerful.

Wei Ci smiled and said, "It's not impossible, a few more people are stupid and have a lot of money in Northern Xinjiang—"

Sun Wen joined very late, he didn't know where Jiang Pengji's "entrepreneurship fund" came from, and thought it was given by Liu She.

However, according to Sun Wen's understanding of Jiang Pengji, this possibility seems to be very small.

Now hearing Wei Ci say this, he faintly feels that something is wrong-

"What does the expansion of the heavy cavalry battalion have to do with the northern frontier?"

The official shook the fan to dispel the heat around him.

"I don't know if the main public and private treasury can have the current scale, and ninety percent of them are sent by northern Xinjiang. The armor, horses, and weapons used by the officers and men of the heavy cavalry battalion...... It's all made of silver from the northern Xinjiang, and now it's an alternative 'crow feeds back, lamb kneels to milk', right?"

Take it from the "people" and use it for the "people".

There's nothing wrong with that.

Sun Wen was dumbfounded when he heard this-

He lived to be in his forties, rounding up to the old man of fifty, and for the first time he knew that "the crow feeds back, and the lamb kneels to milk" is used.

Sun Wen: "......"

I always feel that I should say something, so that the pestle does not seem different among them.

"What does this mean?"

His curiosity was piqued.

Wei Ci on the side briefly said about "Heavenly Palace Glass", and the more Sun Wen listened, the more solemn his face became.

Sun Wen knew about the "Heavenly Palace Glass", after all, that thing had caused a lot of harm to the Central Edict.

However, he didn't suspect that this was Jiang Pengji's plot against Zhongzhao, but felt that Zhongzhao was stealing other people's technology here.

First, Jiang Pengji was only a big chassis at that time, and the Red Lotus Sect hadn't solved it yet, where could I reach out to Zhongzhao?

Second, Jiang Pengji used "Tiangong Glass" to calculate the wealth of Northern Xinjiang, but as a result, a large number of "Tiangong Glass" broke out in the edict, destroying the supply and demand market, and squeezing Jiang Pengji's business could not continue, so she could only hurriedly extort a sum of money from Northern Xinjiang and stop it, with huge losses-

Several people whispered, the situation on the battlefield changed rapidly, and the killing shouts shook the sky, and their voices were quickly drowned out. Li Yun led the left flank as a rock, Fu Wang sat in command of the Chinese army, Jiang Pengji led the right flank turned from defense to attack, and Jiang Rongqin supported according to the situation.

The cavalry of the northern frontier tried to exhaust the enemy army with the speed of the wind, but they never expected that the quality of the battlefield was terrifyingly high, even if they were red-eyed, once the command of the battle flag of the army was issued, they would choose to give up the attack and obey the command instead. The cavalry of the northern frontier wanted to bypass the frontal sneak attack, and the enemy's formation immediately turned to defense, and at the same time, it did not lack strong offensiveness.

The two sides kept fighting, and Jiang Pengji, the lord, was not idle.

"Lang Jun—"

Jiang Rongqin came with the troops, she didn't dare to shout the lord, for fear of revealing Jiang Pengji's identity and provoking the Jedi counterattack of the Northern Frontier cavalry.

If they are determined to drag the lord to death, it will be bad.

"Piano!"

Jiang Pengji called, the long knife in her hand had been completely curled at some point, and she was on the verge of scrapping.

Such a knife affects her killing efficiency.

Jiang Rongqin comprehended, untied the extra blade on the horse's back, and killed Jiang Pengji.

"It's up to you here—"

Jiang Pengji got new equipment and became more and more "brutal".

Jiang Langqin endured it, and finally swallowed the unspoken words back into his stomach.

Don't look at her coldness towards others, but in the face of her own father-in-law, she will never say anything to refuse.

Jiang Pengji threw the job of directing the right wing to Jiang Rongqin, which seemed willful and casual, but in fact she also wanted to give her more opportunities to exercise.

Jiang Rongqin did a good job in the women's battalion, but she did it too well, so she spent more time training the women's battalion, and most of the battlefield tasks were to respond to support, escort grain and grass, clean up the battlefield, and treat the wounded and sick...... This is not good for the development of Jiang Rongqin.

The barracks are places with strict discipline and strict ranks, and they are both lieutenants, and having military power and not having military power are two concepts.

Jiang Rongqin is a female battalion captain, and her actual military power is second only to Fu Wang, but her experience in commanding operations head-on is not as good as that of Dianyin Luo Yue.

She worked hard and had no complaints, but Jiang Pengji, as the main father, couldn't watch the good seedlings be wasted like this.

The women's camp is also a knife in Jiang Pengji's hands.

Such a knife cannot be used only for logistical chores.

"Hey, look what I found—two big fish that are different—"

Jiang Pengji's sharp eyes saw two different figures, and her eyes lit up.

Most of the cavalry in northern Xinjiang were clothed in rattan armor and poorly equipped.

In Jiang Pengji's eyes, they are just a group of powerless "soft girls".

One knife and one backhand stab can double kill.

Isn't it eye-catching that there are two "beautiful women" in gorgeous palace costumes in the middle of such a group of ragged "girls"?

In this place of the army, the higher the status and the higher the military power, the better and better the equipment on the body.

Needless to say, those two "palace beauties" must be the high-level military leaders of Northern Xinjiang.

One was wearing a red uniform, and the other was wearing an orange and yellow uniform.

With such bright colors, she couldn't pretend she couldn't see it.

Licking her lips, the rich smell of blood stimulates her taste buds and lifts her spirits.

Seeing that the right flank could not be attacked for a long time, the northern army was rushed by 3,000 heavy cavalry and wailed, and the eighth prince, who had always been calm, couldn't hold back.

"Eighth brother, the willow thief is really treacherous, and almost all of the people who were killed and defeated by us just now were deceived before. ”

The seventh prince is dressed in an orange and yellow uniform, and it is really interesting to look at.

The eighth prince's face sank, and his white cheeks flashed a little gloomy.

"Seventh brother, I suspect that the willow thieves have seen through their fraudulent surrender—" The eighth prince secretly gritted his teeth and said, "If this is not the case, how could it be such a coincidence? The willow thief's right flank collapsed at the beginning, and when we broke through this layer of defense, we suddenly became an iron turtle again? It is clear that the willow thief saw through the trick of fraudulent surrender and deliberately pushed them into the battlefield and let them kill each other with us!"