While the war was raging on the Western Front, it was unusually quiet on the Eastern Front.

Behind the quiet, a storm is brewing.

Thousands of men and horses with white flags had already gathered, and these hungry Jurchen sons were waiting for a military order from their banner master, the third elder brother.

However, this military order was never issued.

Because, the Ming army on the opposite side showed no sign of being transferred to the Western Front for reinforcements.

"Third elder brother, don't worry, Big Baylor will definitely bring someone in."

Leng Geli didn't know whether this was to comfort Abai or himself, although he tried his best to convince himself that the Great Baylor would definitely lead the warriors of the white flag to attack and save them, but they had been standing here all morning, but they still did not see the slightest loosening of the Ming army's defense.

This means that the Zhengbai Banner did not break through the Ming army on the Western Front.

Judging from the momentum coming from afar, Abai believes that the eldest brother Zhenying has really done his best this time! However, the more this is the case, the more it chills Abai's heart.

He knew that if the distant voices suddenly stopped, he would never be able to return to Black Tuala, and he would never see his Amma again.

..........

Shang Kejin and Xiao Bozhi had climbed the lookout for the fourth time to observe the movement of the Ming Jin army, but from beginning to end, there was no movement of the white flag.

"Abai doesn't even have this bit of courage, no wonder he is still an elder brother, and he can't even mix with Baylor." Xiao Bozhi said casually as he walked off the lookout.

"It's not that he doesn't want to attack it, he can't attack it, Xiao Dudu." Shang Kejin said with a smile.

"The fight in the west is in full swing, and my father-in-law let us be idle here, and I don't know what to think." Yang Huan was unwilling to stay on the Eastern Front and the yellow braids on the opposite side.

"My father-in-law is personally in charge of the Western Front, what do you want you to do?"

The life-and-death friendship formed by the battle made Xiao Bozhi change his negative view of the factory guards in the past, and he was very easy-going and valued Yang Huan, a guy from the East Factory.

Those who lead the troops, the good ones are not afraid of death.

Back then, he Xiao Bozhi and Wang Weidong were able to become the cronies of the benefactor Yang Hao, because the two of them dared to fight when they were in North Korea.

"By the way, Brother Yang, what is the origin of that Xu Xianchun, Father-in-law Wei values him very much." Xiao Bozhi asked.

Shang Kejin said: "I heard that it is a martial artist, and he spent a few years in Xuanda in the past. ”

"Wu Jinshi?"

Xiao Bozhi nodded, Wu Jinshi is not as valuable as Wen Jinshi these days, and that is also the pride of the *** people who protect the family.

"People are not only martial artists, but also relatives of the emperor."

Yang Huan smiled and told the story that Xu Xianchun's grandmother was the daughter of Emperor Sejong.

"It turned out to be the saint's cousin, no wonder Grandpa Wei values him so much." Xiao Bozhi looked suddenly enlightened.

"It's not just that, I heard Xuewen say that Gonggong Wei knew Xu Xianchun when he didn't enter the palace before, and this person not only relied on his identity to get the respect of his father-in-law, but also had some ability."

Shang Kejin pointed to the defense system built by the people, and told Xiao Bozhi that these were all organized and constructed by Xu Xianchun, and he had always been in charge of the logistics and battalion.

"So, it's really a manufacturable material."

Xiao Bozhi laughed, he didn't mean to be jealous of Xu Xianchun, because Gonggong Wei had already promised him the title of governor, and he would only wait for the end of this battle to play the Son of Heaven to ask for merit, even if Xu Xianchun was the emperor's eldest cousin, how could he overshadow him Xiao Dudu.

Shang Kejin waved his hand over there and summoned Fan Hun, the head of the Daming Jianzhou Loyal and Brave Warrior Regiment who had been standing on the side, and asked him, "How are you doing here?" ”

"Back to the general,"

Fan Hun stepped forward with a smile on his face, "The slave is fortunate not to be dishonored, and he has recently contacted Niu Lu and two people, and he has to pull out seven people, these people all hope to abandon the darkness and return to the embrace of the motherland as soon as possible!" ”

"Oh, really?"

Hearing that the other party had contacted so many officers, Shang Kejin was very satisfied and praised a few words on the spot.

Yang Huan walked over and said: "Don't just think about persuading those who are officials, the Jiannu armor people below should also send more people to contact, Gonggong Wei has always emphasized that ideological work should start from the grassroots level, you know!" ”

"Yes, yes, the minion understands, the minion understands!"

Fan couldn't help but nod.

...........

In the dense reeds by the Anping River, TOEFL and they had been waiting for almost half an hour, and he was worried that he would be discovered if he did not return for a long time.

Just when everyone was about to wait any longer, two fishing boats finally rowed on the river.

The Ming officer on the ship crossed his waist and asked, "Which part are you!" ”

"Back to the old man, the minions are the fifth Jiala." TOEFL poked his head out and said in a respectful voice.

"Oh, it turned out to be Captain Fan's subordinates."

When the Ming officer on the ship heard that they were the fifth Jiala, his expression softened significantly, and he waved his hand to signal the boatman to lean in.

"Did you bring anything?"

As soon as the boat docked, the Ming army officer who led the team jumped off, not at all worried that he would be captured and killed by Toefl, and it seemed that it was not the first time he had dealt with Jin Bing.

"Brought, bringed!"

TOEFL nodded as he asked his companion behind him to carry something out, but it was three bundles of weapons. One bundle is a long knife, another is a spear, and another is an arrow.

"Shout, there's a lot of stuff."

As soon as the officer of the Ming army raised his hand, two of his subordinates immediately came down from the boat carrying a large scale pole, and one of the soldiers was carrying a large iron stone in his hand.

After the two disembarked, they skillfully hoisted the things up with the scale hook, and then lifted them on their shoulders and slowly moved the scales until the sides remained level, and then wrote down the weight. After that, he continued to weigh the other two bundles.

TOEFL and the other Jin soldiers stood nervously on the side and stared at the scales, lest the Ming army do something to deduct their weight.

"Don't worry, we are not a one-shot deal, and we won't be greedy for you." The officers of the Ming army were not surprised.

"Yes, yes."

TOEFL nodded with a smirk.

After the three bundles were weighed, the Ming army reported the number: "Captain, a total of 148 catties!" ”

"Write it down."

The Ming officer looked back and instructed the people on the boat, "Give them something." ”

The Ming army on the ship immediately carried two bags of rice at the bow of the boat to pick up the Jin soldiers who had been waiting for a long time.

These two bags of rice are only about fifty catties, compared to the 148 catties of weapons, TOEFL thought that it was too much of a loss, so he cautiously asked: "Master, this rice is too little, should you give some more?" ”

"This is given above, not that I will give it when I say it... If you think it's okay to have less, you can bring back the weapons, and I'll take the food. ”

The Ming army officer refused.

TOEFL looked skewed, but he didn't dare to say no, because these two bags of rice were the life-saving food for the remnants of their fifth and second Niulu.

Fifty pounds is less, not enough for everyone to eat, but it can always make the big guy last a day.

"Okay, let's go back, don't be too little, in two years, I'm afraid these things won't even be able to change a bag of rice." The Ming officer got on the boat as he spoke.

Before leaving, he gave TOEFL another sentence: "You guys, go back and think about it, is it worth it to work hard for Nurhachi?" There are old and young, do you really want to die in this hellish place? ”

Corresponding to these words was the sound of shouting and killing in the distance, but the shouting and killing sound was getting weaker and weaker.