After the Xia army captured the West City Gate, it did not stop attacking, but the Zhenguo Army took the lead and seized several other city gates in Xiangyang first, and the Iron Bone Army only had time to grab the water gate and the wharf, and then went straight to the granaries and arsenals in the city. The city of Xiangyang is large, and the streets are complicated, because there are too many places to grab, and the iron bone army is too busy, so they pull the fire battalion that temporarily sleeps on the city wall and act together.

"Assemble, queue," Bao Qizhang shouted loudly, "queue up." ”

"How?" Guo Hong stood beside him and asked nervously, "Brother Bao, is there another war?" Dozens of other commanders also gathered around. The sergeants in the battalion were discussing how to distribute military affairs among the teams, and the battalion commander Wang Qizhi asked Bao Qizhang to notify the assembly to stand by. Because of his flexible mind and obedience to military orders, Bao Qizhang is very valued by the king.

"It's hard to say," Bao Qizhang hesitated, "probably not, right?" ”

"We just buried the pot to cook rice and make cooking cakes, and the good noodles haven't been sent out yet." There was a firecracker at the bottom who complained, "Standing in Shuzhong and eating rice every day, it's easy for General Wu to be gracious, won't it be just gone." "In this era, the cultivation of grain was about southern rice and northern wheat. Most of the people in the camp were northerners, and they were used to eating wheat noodles first. Because the cost of transporting grain is extremely high, after entering Shuzhong, the military rations given by the baggage division are all rice, and they can eat enough every day, but many soldiers are hungry for pasta, but they can't buy it with money. It was easy to wait until Xiangyang was conquered, and General Wu gave flour to the soldiers to make noodles. This special reward is more popular with the sergeants than giving money and rice. The big guy was happily holding back his energy thinking about whether to bake cakes, cook cakes or make noodle soup, and suddenly he had to go out on military affairs, and there were more reluctant people.

When the firecrackers were muttering, Wang Qizhi, Li Ziweng and other officers came over, and everyone immediately stopped and stood in line. The distinction between sergeants and recruits in the Musket Camp is very clear, with officers above the centurion being sergeants, and officers below the rank of 10 being recruited musketeers. And the musketeers are desperate to be among the sergeants, and they don't want to be court-martial for violating military discipline.

Wang Qizhi walked to the front of the team, with a smile on his face, and said loudly: "Go to the small granary in the east of the city, hurry up!" He waved his hand and motioned for the centurions to hurry up and set out. At the same time, Wang Qizhi did not forget to nod to Bao Qizhang, which was regarded as a commendation for him to notify the teams to gather. Bao Qizhang hurriedly straightened his waist.

This military affairs are quite easy, twenty-four military warehouses and large granaries are personally robbed by the Iron Bone Army, the above meaning, these small granaries can be grabbed, and it doesn't hurt if they can't be grabbed. Now it is the Song Dynasty to resist Liao, if the Song army does not make the first move, it will not clash with the Song army.

A guide from the Chinese army, who seemed to be a native of Xiangyang, led the 8th Battalion of Huojiao all the way to the east, and in less than half an hour, along a small stone street, he arrived at a small granary surrounded by an earthen wall. When he came to the door, Wang Qizhi's face couldn't help but sink, the door of the granary was open, and there were still a lot of rice grains scattered on the ground, and the Liao soldiers retreated in a hurry, and they didn't even have time to set fire to the twenty-four arsenals and large warehouses, let alone these small warehouses. This granary is remote, and it seems that after the Liao soldiers left, the bold people took advantage of the chaos to open the warehouse door and robbed a lot of grain inside.

Li Ziweng waved his hand to stop the brigade and ordered, "Go in and have a look." ”

Bao Qizhang agreed, and just took a step forward and hurriedly retreated, stammering, "Yes, someone is inside." ”

"What?"

These musketeers had not been in the army for a long time, and they were not as skilled in military orders as the sergeants, but they were used to it. Looking at Bao Qizhang's demeanor, it should be Song Jun's first step. "Formation, spear and stab!" At this command, the musketeers scattered the procession and stabbed the spears in their waists. After a moment of confusion, five rows and ten columns formed a military formation to surround the door of the granary. At this time, more than a dozen soldiers of the Zhenguo Army also rushed out inside, with large and small pockets hanging from their waists, and when they saw that the door was blocked by others, they immediately panicked, turned around and said loudly: "Someone is robbing grain, grabbing grain!" Then there was another sound of footsteps, and more Zhenguo soldiers ran out of the room, these people looked nervous, and the guns in their hands were stuck in the spears, and they were facing the door clearly.

Wang Qizhi frowned, I heard that there were not many people fighting the Song army in Xiangyang, and there were so many important warehouses for guns, but I didn't expect them to even let go of this small granary. However, Xiangyang is the place of the Song Kingdom after all, and it is the eastern city here. The passing years were unfavorable, and remembering the explanation to avoid direct conflict with the Song army, Wang Qizhi secretly had the intention of returning home. At this moment, a Song Jun pocket that had just run out of the warehouse fell to the ground, and with a "boom-" sound, yellow and clear particles were scattered all over the ground.

"Millet!" A shout of surprise erupted from the fire camp.

"It's millet, millet!" Someone whispered in Guo Hong's ear, "Our millet in the Central Plains!" He looked greedily at the golden field of millet and swallowed, remembering the taste of millet porridge. Because of the inconvenience of transportation, the tastes of people in different regions are very different. I don't know under what circumstances the Song court actually transported hundreds of stones of millet from the north to Xiangyang. In the northern roads, after the poor families paid the rent of wheat, they still had millet to fill their stomachs. The firefighters served as soldiers to eat food, far away from home, although they could eat enough and have meat for a meal, they began to miss the taste of millet porridge. The so-called orange of Huainan and Huaibei are citrus, the millet in the north can be steamed, fried, boiled porridge, and milled millet noodles, but the millet in the south is extremely unpalatable, and can only be fed to livestock, so when the Liao army retreated, the people of Xiangyang snatched up the rice in this granary, leaving only the millet that no one eats, however, in the eyes of the northern soldiers such as the Zhenguo Army and the Xia Guo Huojiao Battalion, this millet that no one wants, but it is a strange commodity to live in.

On both sides of the stone street, every house is closed, behind the doors and windows, but there are countless pairs of eyes staring nervously outside. The people were afraid of the death of the soldiers, and everyone secretly prayed that there would be no chaos. Wang Youshi had just hidden the two big bags of rice that her husband had brought back, and she was worried and puzzled: "Millet is something that livestock eats, and these military masters have robbed it." When they wake up, they won't come to steal our food? ”

"Crow's beak, go!" Wang Fu waved his hand behind him, and said with a sad face, "That's the case, you can't escape, these fierce gods can only ask for something, and the family is fine." Wang Youshi sighed lowly.

On the street, the fire battalion and the Zhenguo army were facing each other, and there was a sound not far away, and after a while, hundreds of pace-riding Song troops drove the cart around the street corner and appeared in the field of vision. The leading Song general had a full beard, a burly body, and some bandages on his upper body, as if he had been injured during the siege. Seeing the strange army of the brigade blocking the door of the granary, the Song army guns scattered one after another, skillfully and neatly formed a formation and stabbed the spear, at a glance, it was the elite who had been in battle for a long time. More than ten cavalrymen also drew their sabers, and the war horses under their crotches snorted, eager to try. On the narrow streets, the air suddenly became tense.

Wang Qizhi's brow couldn't help but furrow.

"Commander Wang, this is the grain."

Someone behind him whispered a reminder, for fear of the military order to retreat under the royal weapon. This is millet, in Shuzhong and Fangzhou, you can occasionally eat wheat noodles, but you haven't even seen millet anymore. In the eyes of many musketeers, and even sergeants, the grain in that place has been included in the list of "must-grab" military supplies.

Li Ziweng turned his face to the side and did not say anything to stop the conflict. Although millet is rare in Shuzhong, as long as you are willing to spend a lot of money, Li Ziweng can still drink a bowl of porridge in a high-class restaurant. Although he was born in Houmen, he also understood the thoughts of these soldiers. "When sending troops to fight, food and grass are more important than lives, and even more important than territory." This is what is often paid lip service in South Korea. The sergeants of the Xia Kingdom were extremely widely distributed and had different tastes. However, the rations of the baggage division were always air-dried salted meat and lard cubes, and then there were staple foods such as rice and wheat in various places.

"I know," Wang Qizhi nodded, he pondered for a moment, and shouted loudly towards the door, "Brother opposite, we are also from the north, how many grains are there here, half of a family, do not hurt the harmony, what do you think?" ”

Li Ziweng nodded secretly, and those who could be promoted by the heart were indeed not idle people. This commander turned out to be just a centurion, seemingly honest, but he could take care of the emotions of his subordinates and take care of the overall situation.

"Major General, what should I do?"

Yue Yun raised his right hand and signaled to his subordinates that there was no need to say more. He was slightly injured during the siege of the city, and was resting in the east city tower, and when he heard that there was grain here, he immediately led the troops to move it, but he met with the Xia army on a narrow road. Yue Yun's official position is just a capital head, but after all, he is the son of a handsome. Not only did Yue Fei give advice, but also Huang Zong, Zhu Mengshuo and other strategists in the scene, and often explained the general trend of the world to him. The Liao State invaded, and the attitude of the Xia State was very important.

Yue Yun was silent for a moment, and said to the other side: "Half of the family, however, after taking these grains, you will return to the Xicheng Tower!" ”

Wang Qizhi agreed loudly without thinking. Li Ziweng frowned, but didn't say anything. The rice in the granary has been emptied by the nearby people, and there are still more than 600 stones of millet left, and half of them are divided between the Xia State Fire Battalion and the Zhenguo Army. The Song army came prepared, and immediately moved the millet to the cart, but the Xia army had to wait for the time being, Yue Yun was also trustworthy, and after taking half of the grain, he ordered the soldiers not to move. After the millet was loaded, Yue Yun did not transport it away immediately, but hundreds of Song troops stayed around the warehouse.

Li Ziweng didn't care about the Song army's actions at first, but later, when the Xia army's cart arrived and was about to leave after the shipment, the Song army was also ready to pull out, and Li Ziweng suddenly figured out that this Song general was going to wait for the Xia army to retreat before leaving.

"Is this a gift from the master?" Li Ziweng was angry, he turned around, swept his eyes over the Zhenguo army team that was about to leave in groups, found Yue Yun's figure, and said loudly: "We are all northerners, brother, if you have the ability, you can go and recover the Central Plains, you can as much as you want." If you have been shrinking in Xiangyang and eaten these carts of old grain, you will never be able to eat again! After shouting this voice, Li Ziweng was happy and turned his head away.

"Young man," Wang Qizhi sighed secretly, "the blood is strong, and he can't help it." ”

Not far away, in front of the queue of the Zhenguo Army, a trace of anger burst out in Yue Yun's eyes. He reined in his horse and watched the Xia army leave.

"Regain the Central Plains," the wounded cloth belt on his body also oozed a trace of blood, "we will." Don't worry about it. The words came out between his teeth, and his fists clenched.