"Don't believe it, as a federal boss, my allowance is very high!!"

Jiang Pengji is a genetic warrior, and the mission risk is extremely high, and the subsidy from the Federal Military Department is quite considerable.

Of course, if her salary is compared to other corps commanders, she is estimated to be a scumbag.

Everyone else has a backstage, either from a certain family or a family inheritance, but she is the only one who fights with her bare hands.

It's quite inspirational to say!

The only regret is probably that I have struggled for decades, and the small amount of money I saved by thrift has not been spent.

After more than 30 years of fighting for the Federation, she did not even receive a year's pension.

Feng Zhen secretly rolled his eyes, "How much yellow soup did the lord drink secretly today?"

If you don't drink too much yellow soup, how can you talk nonsense?

In the face of his father-in-law's intermittent convulsions, Feng Langzi said that he was accustomed to it.

The camp is calm and calm, and every day it hangs up the war-free card, and no matter how the northern Xinjiang calls for battle, he refuses to go out, and secretly makes bamboo rafts and wooden boats.

Jiang Pengji was calm, but the northern Xinjiang side couldn't bear it.

Not for anything else, but simply because the Maynu tribe had insufficient food to supply the normal expenses of tens of thousands of troops.

Jiang Pengji can consume time, but the northern Xinjiang side can't afford it.

The only way the third prince could think of was to borrow grain.

But—

“…… It's just that stupid guy who is too stupid, which big tribe in northern Xinjiang hasn't been offended by him?" The third prince rubbed his brows with a headache, and he cheekily sent a letter to the tribes near the shore of Lishui to borrow food, but the people refused as soon as they heard the intention, and cried poor one by one.

The previous kings had already exploited them once, and if the third prince borrowed food from them again, the tribal herdsmen would starve to death.

"The tribe only has enough food for ten days, if it doesn't solve it-"

The third prince is much more reliable than the previous acting king, and he is also a student taught by Wu Liba, with ambition and brains.

Faced with the embarrassment of food shortage, he thought of many ways, but other tribes refused to buy it.

Those who were willing to buy and borrow food, the lion opened his mouth openly and secretly, and the third prince was so angry that his face was dark.

The third prince wrung the braid on his head irritably, and asked Wu Liba, "What is the teacher's good plan?"

Northern Xinjiang is too passive now.

I couldn't borrow grain from other tribes, so I attacked Jiang Pengji to fight the autumn wind - hehe, Wu Liba is a lesson from the past.

In this way, there is no other way out.

Wu Libal looked at the flickering candle flame on the table with a gloomy face.

A good hand of cards in Beijiang has been played like this, and it is impossible for him not to be angry.

But no matter what, Wu Liba will not give up the northern frontier easily, unless he dies!

The next day, things took a turn for the better.

The third prince looked at the man in front of him with a dark face, the former eldest prince.

The other party led 30,000 elites and 500,000 stone grain to the front line, clearly saying that it was support, but in fact it was to seize power.

Wu Liba looked at it coldly, and sneered, "The old man really looked away, I didn't expect that the eldest prince who was unbearable to be built would have such a city." used all kinds of means to defile himself, and was even abandoned by the king, but he didn't expect to save 30,000 elites and so much food in private. ”

Is Northern Xinjiang completely finished?

Not only did the princes not unanimously resist the enemy, but instead returned to their respective fiefdoms and contacted the forces of the maternal clan, acting as brothers and brothers.

Ulabat couldn't help but be suspicious.

Did Liu Xi already anticipate this situation?

She deliberately avoided the war, just to consume the food of the northern Xinjiang camp and sit and watch the princes of the northern Xinjiang fight?

At present, the great enemy does not want to defend against external enemies, but wants to fight inside and outside, and one by one the brains are in the water, right?

Ulibal didn't know that he was about to become a prophecy—

Everyone's brains are really going to water!

"The rain has been getting heavier in recent days, and the water level is already level with the riverbank - it is estimated that it will be soon-"

Feng Zhen took off his wet coat, he really didn't expect that there would be such a terrible rainstorm in this place in northern Xinjiang.

Jiang Pengji said, "Are the boats and rafts ready?"

"Enough. ”

Two days have passed since this conversation, and at the third watch in the middle of the night-

The people of the Mayinu tribe fell into a deep sleep, and between half dreaming and half waking up, the ground trembled, and there seemed to be the roar of waves in their ears.

Many herders woke up from their dreams to find that water had seeped into their tents, and it didn't take long for the water level to reach their calves.

What's going on?

The herdsmen were stunned for a moment, and then realized that the water was leaking.

"Wake up, everyone—the water god is angry—"

"Wake up—folks, wake up—"

"The god of water is angry, big guy is running for his life-"

It was pitch dark, and the rain obscured their view.

At this time, it was raining in the sky, the sound of the waves in the distance was getting closer and closer, and the trembling under the feet was becoming more and more dense.

"What's that—"

Someone shouted in terror amid a cacophony as the shadows of the distant horizon approached them.

Ulibal and the third prince discussed military affairs overnight, and when the rain outside was surging and the water poured in, they reacted.

Their first reaction was to order the northern Xinjiang soldiers and tribal herdsmen to evacuate the banks of the Lishui River and move towards the high mountains and mountains.

"Heaven is going to die, the northern frontier—"

The reaction of Vulip and the others was relatively fast, and they were a privileged class and enjoyed the priority of fleeing.

In the hazy night, he could barely see the rushing river below, sweeping everything away.

Too many herders and soldiers who had not had time to flee for their lives were swept away by the roaring currents.

In the face of Jiang Pengji, Wu Liba can still persuade himself that he can win next time if he fails this time.

In the face of the irresistible flood, he could not give birth to a trace of resistance.

How can man fight with the heavens?

The third prince shook Wu Liba from his stupe, and he said, "Teacher, don't be frustrated—although it is the rainy season now, there is nothing abnormal in the water, and the experienced old man of the tribe has not noticed any signs of flooding in the water—there must be a cat behind it-"

If it was a natural disaster, there would have been an early warning, but this time it came so suddenly.

It's more like—

It's more like someone intercepted the water upstream and took advantage of the opportunity of the water level to overflow the river bank and release the water at one time.

Look at this situation, all the tribes along the water have suffered!

But – this is something that can be done by humans?

The icy chill spread wildly in my heart, and I couldn't restrain it.

Although it is not the largest river in northern Xinjiang, the surrounding land is one of the most fertile, and many large and small tribes have gathered along its banks. If all these tribes had suffered, the number of deaths would have been unimaginable!

This flood came and went suddenly.

By the second half of the night, the water had mostly subsided.

"Wait—what's that?"

The third prince, Ulibal, and the gloomy eldest prince gathered together, and the two sides counted the remnants of their troops, and their faces were so heavy that they could drip water.

It was at this moment that the low voice of a soldier caught their attention.

Their eyes widened, barely able to see the dense black dots floating on the surface of the river.

"Those things are coming our way—"

The people looked closely, and sure enough, they saw that the black dots were moving towards them.

Could it be a rescuer?