National War (11 A)

Lu Shirong is a smart man, although most of the time he is a little bit of a fool. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info When Xie Fang said about the shipment of goods from Shandong, he immediately knew that he should pay the other party something. For more than a year, he has eaten other people's houses and taken others, and even the house where he lives and the slaves in the courtyard are half sold and half given by the Taoist priest in front of him, so he can use the power in his hands to repay Xie Fang for a favor, he is very generous.

Lu Shirong has enough capital and generosity, and he knows what Xie Fangde needs most. As a smuggling leader, what he is most afraid of is naturally the war blocking the trade route, as well as the Li card of the Great Yuan Dynasty. But these two points are difficult for Lu Shirong. First, he could pat his chest and guarantee that Kublai Khan would not go south for a short time, at least until all the silver taels from this wave of property speculation entered the treasury, he could not raise the silver to support the 300,000 army. Second, the Li card and tax collector of the Great Yuan Dynasty have to listen to him Lu Shirong, and Xie Fang has to get the road guide, salt guide, and tax guide that he needs, and he can get it from the housekeeper of Lu Mansion at any time.

Such a cheerful attitude made Xie Fang a little embarrassed. After saying a lot of thanks, before leaving, he took out a pendant inlaid with emerald from his waist and stuffed it into Lu Shirong's hand without pushing.

"This, Chief Xie, how embarrassed to accept your gift again!" Lu Shirong pinched the jade in his hand and said humbly. The warm feeling between his fingers told him that this was an authentic piece of Burmese Cui, which could not be bought for a thousand southern silver dollars on the market.

"What is a broken fee, do friends have the friendship of wealth!" Stacked Mountain Taoist Xie Fang pretended to be angry.

"Okay, good, the friendship of wealth, the friendship of wealth, I will wish the Taoist to grow into gold!" Lu Shirong agreed again and again, and sent Xie Fangde out of the gate in the snow. Thousands of miles of officials, just for food and clothing, although Lu Shirong sometimes wondered why Xie Fangde's methods were so hard, but instinct told him not to be more serious in this matter. With this knowledgeable Xie Dao Chang, everyone has a benefit. Once Xie Daochang has no money to make, everyone's financial resources will also be over.

Xie Fang had to jump into his carriage and drive quickly into the long night. The information he got from Lu Shirong tonight was very important, and he wanted to send the news and the road guide opened by Lu Shirong to Chen Hangyan through special channels as soon as possible. With the road guide, the weapons and armor flowing from the hands of the broken army can be continuously delivered to the righteous troops in Shandong and Hebei along with the convoy of smuggling merchants. And the grain in the hands of the rebels from all walks of life can also flow to Jiaozhou Bay, Chen Hangyan and Du Hu's base camp with the caravan.

Outside, the snow was heavy and there was hardly anyone walking around the streets. The soldiers on the night patrol were also distracted, and did not know which empty house to hide in to avoid the wind. Under the galloping wheels, the creaking sound of the snow continued to reach Xie Fangde's ears, which sounded very rhythmic, faintly carrying the melody of the autumn breeze of the ancient road.

"Of, of, of, ....." The sound of horses' hooves shattered the silence of the night behind the snow. Shi Yun, the Taoist priest who was driving the carriage, shook the reins and immediately hid the carriage into a small alley on the right side of the street. Then he jumped off the wheel with agility and crouched in the corner with a short hammer in his hand.

Two fast horses swept across the long street and galloped westward. The samurai on horseback carried an air death lantern, and the scarlet cloak was particularly bright against the snow in the light. Then, two more horses, chasing the hoof marks of the two horses in front of them, ran away. At the end of the long street came a few weak dog barks, and when the barking stopped, all sounds abruptly stopped.

"Grandma's!" Shi Yun wiped the cold sweat on the palm of his hand with the placket of his clothes, and scolded in a low voice. Dealing with birds and beasts in the wolf's den every day, the spirit is highly stressed, and the slightest disturbance is enough to make him breathless for half a day.

"Passing immortals, nothing to fuss. Didn't I tell you that Kublai Khan's ministers were not that smart! I don't know when, Xie Fangde was already standing behind Shi Yun, with his bare hands, calmly admiring the snow scene.

Kublai Khan's ministers were still focused on the battlefield where the two sides directly clashed, and their understanding of war did not expand to the war involved in the Metropolitan Governorate. Espionage warfare, economic warfare, propaganda warfare, and population warfare are all new battlefields far beyond the comprehension of the Mongols.

"I'm not just in case!" Daoist Shiyun shrugged his shoulders and inserted the firearm back into the cashmere. "The Prime Minister has instructed me to protect your safety no matter what!"

Snow is falling one after another. From the outside of the plug to the south of the Yangtze River, the mountain dances the silver snake, and the original Chi wax elephant.

The sky was bright, and thousands of men in white clothes slowly approached a tall and majestic village under the cover of snow. It was freezing cold, and the guards in the stockade were all burning in the enemy tower, not knowing that danger was quietly approaching.

"Brother, in the middle? It's been more than 50 years, but no one has ever had the idea of holding a calf! A big man in a white cloak with frost on his eyebrows and beard asked uneasily.

Baoqian village is located at the junction of Taihang Mountain and Hebei Plain, surrounded by cliffs, the top is flat and flat, there are more than 700 acres of fertile and fertile land, for several years like a big lock locked the way out of Taihang Haojie to the east. More than 100 years ago, under the order of Zong Ze, the predecessors of Taihang once took this village as a base to fight against the Jin soldiers, but the sound of the imperial court was loud, and the actual action was small. Soon the rebel army was defeated by Wanyan Zongbi and had to retreat into the mountains.

After that, Yue Fei went north, Han Xiang went north, and the heroes of Taihang responded again and again, but each time they were blocked by the Jin soldiers from the calf village. The Dajin court also saw the importance of this place, strengthened the city wall many times, renovated the enemy tower, and slowly built the village into an important place for hiding soldiers and hoarding grain. After the Northern Yuan Dynasty conquered Dajin, the Baoqian Village was operated as an important stronghold, and as soon as there was a stir in the Taihang Mountain, the imperial army immediately gathered here.

"If you don't win, you will get it, the harvest will be out this autumn, and if you can't get the grain in the village, the women and children in the old camp will starve to death. Besides, the army broke from Jiankang to Dengzhou, attacking the city and pulling out the village along the way, not all thanks to this guy! The leader of the team glared at him and scolded in a low voice. Let the third child take people around to the gate of heaven, climb with a rope, if the artillery is not a problem, desperately don't want it, you have to climb up the mountain from the Huaiyin Hou Temple! ”

"Alas!" The white cloak that had been scolded agreed, and the cat ran to deliver the order. A few soldiers behind the scoop shovel pushed a small cart out of the ravine and tore off the white cloth covering it, revealing a black hole in the muzzle.

Two relatively diminutive southerners removed the gunpowder pouch from another cart, looked at the numbers marked on it, cut it open with scissors, and neatly added the gunpowder into the muzzle.

"Protect the brethren of the Broken Army!" The big boss commanded in a low voice. Several northern men stepped forward and used their bodies to block between the gunner and the cottage.

The southerners loaded the shells, adjusted the angles, stretched out their thumbs, and made a ready defensive position to the big bosses. They were members of the teaching team sent by the Broken Army to the north to assist the heroes of all walks of life in the fight against the Yuan, and this time they were invited by Zhang and his entourage, the chief of the 14 villages at the northern foot of Taihang Mountain, to assist the group of heroes in attacking the Baoqian Village. Chen Hangyan's order to them was to smash all the places that the Northern Yuan could smash, so that Kublai Khan would never be able to spare his hands to go south.

"Are the second, third, fifth, and eighth in place?" Zhang and his entourage turned their heads sideways and asked the attendants beside them. The bandits who followed him picked up two colored flags, up and down, and clumsily played the flag language that he had just learned from the soldiers of the teaching team.

In the forest on the left, behind the dirt slope on the right, jackdaws cries sounded one after another, and several cottages that were invited to come rushed to the designated location.

"As soon as the door exploded, the death squad carried the big blades first, the grenade soldiers followed, and the other soldiers followed, only killing, not arson!" The big boss Zhang and his entourage waved their hands violently and gave the order for a general attack.

The two gunners of the Broken Army pulled the cannon rope violently, and the flint wheel rotated rapidly, rubbing out a string of brilliant sparks, and with a loud "boom", a cannonball went straight to the main gate of the calf village.

"Boom!" The black, iron-clad gate shook as if it had been struck by a djinn with an axe, and leaned backwards. The soldiers guarding the village were awakened in their sleep and rushed out of the enemy tower in a hurry. Through the early morning snow, they saw a monster spewing smoke and fire, as well as a few Great Song Dynasty battle flags that had been lost for nearly two hundred years.

"Master Wang......!" An older villager shuddered something that the others did not understand, threw away the knife, turned his head and ran.

A few Han soldiers who were dizzy and dizzy saw that the veteran had fled, and not to be outdone, they went into the alley.

"Boom!" "Boom! Two more cannons smashed on the gate. The wooden-clad iron-clad gate could not withstand the repeated impacts, and made a few "squeaks" aggrievedly, falling apart.

"Kill the Tartars!" Zhang and his entourage pulled out a machete with a large door board and took the lead in rushing towards the gate of the village. Hundreds of death squad members tore off their white cloaks and rushed inward with the lord of the village.

Before a few Mongol warriors awakened by the sound of artillery had recovered from the explosion, they found that the gate, which had normally withstood repeated attacks by siege engines, had been broken to pieces. Before they could come up with a countermeasure, the big blade of Zhang and his party had already flown overhead.

"Come on!" Zhang and his entourage shouted, and split the Zhaiding who was blocking the road in half with a knife. The few minions who followed him were also unambiguous, and the quick knives hung in the wind, splitting a patch of crimson in the white snow curtain.

Halfway up the slope of the mountain, the ragged bandits climbed out of the snow and rushed towards the cottage with sticks, stones and other weapons at their disposal. The calf village, which no one has been able to break through for fifty years, was actually blown open by the thing called artillery in less than a pillar of incense, which made the morale of the heroes of Taihang rise to the peak at once.

"Kill", "kill", "kill", the bandits shouted wildly, cutting down all those who dared to stand in front of them indiscriminately. The Beiyuan guard, who was awakened from his sleep, had not yet climbed onto the war horse, and had already seen the banmen knife in Zhang Yixing's hand.

"Kill!" Zhang and his entourage swept with a big knife and cut down the Yuan general with people and horses. The little minion behind him stepped on the corpse of the general and rushed into the official office of the calf village.

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