As a "senior employee" of the Ministry of Civil Affairs of the Great Song Dynasty, Liang Yeshan's food was much better than that of the refugees who rushed to the beach in Yantai, and he could even get a small glass of blood-red wine at dinner.

Although after the Song Dynasty, they are still some guys related to money, food, pen and ink, but looking at this posture, I am afraid that it will be difficult to do it in the future, and I am afraid that the file of greedy ink will not be on the table.

As soon as he was a Manchu Qing Dynasty, he was anxious to seek personal gain if his foundation was unstable, which was a big taboo; Second, at the moment, I really can't find any flaws in the regulations of the new dynasty to sort out money and grain, if you really want to go up and down, I am afraid that the adults who want to connect the dots will have to go, and there are many people who share profits, and there is no motivation to act. Well, it is said that this Great Song Dynasty has been around for a long time, so it is not easy to call it a new dynasty.

But fortunately, the monthly salary promised by the new owner is very rich, and it is not a problem to bring the family to Liaodong to support the family.

Today is different from the past, in the past, as a master for Master Wu, he could follow the owner to take up his post alone. Now the Great Song Dynasty and the Great Qing Dynasty, uh, palm mouth! According to the law, the Manchu Qing Dynasty is to be called, and now the two sides are like fire and water, and the business they do is a matter of the Zhujiu clan in the eyes of the Manchu Qing court, and they must spend some silver taels to make a good point, so that their families can settle in Liaodong in the north.

Liang Yeshan was sitting upright in the hut, learning to see Yan Feng tasting red wine in the evening, smashing his mouth and drinking the wine made by the German gods, when he heard the sound of the soldiers training outside the room.

Well, seeing that the sky is about to get dark, why are you practicing again? It is no wonder that the double-spearmen of the Manchu Qing Dynasty could not defeat the division of the Great Song Dynasty, and the regimental training under the rule of Lord Yan alone did not lose to the so-called new army of the Manchu Dynasty.

In the open space of the tea garden, Yan Feng shouted loudly for an emergency assembly, and these militiamen, who were not even comparable to the Liaodong Public Security Army, poured out of the Datongpu house.

Although there was still a mixture of scolding and scolding such as who took my shoes and who stepped on my feet, in less than ten minutes these former bandits and former peasants who had just cut their braids lined up, it can be seen that everyone had been beaten with sticks in the training of the past few days!

After a while, Liang Yeshan was also called out, although it was strange for Lord Yan to train at night but he called the master, but he didn't dare to slack off at his feet, as the so-called Ci Bu was in charge of the soldiers, this Lord Yan was not ambiguous at all.

Oh, this isn't a military training, why do I see someone dispensing bullets to these big-headed soldiers, and this handful looks like it has to be dozens of rounds bigger, right?

When Liang Yeshan came to the open field, Yan Feng had already distributed bullets to the militia, and at that moment he immediately thought about whether it was time to postpone his family to go north to Liaodong, if this Great Song Dynasty Wang Shi really took Shandong, then Zhejiang will also be recovered soon, right? No matter how bad it is, it's good to take your family to Shandong first, and it's good to go to the bitter cold land of Liaodong to endure hardship, and there are old and young people in your own family, but they are all southerners who have never been far away!

"Liang Branch, let people distribute three days' worth of dry food to the militia company!" Yan Feng said to Liang Yeshan.

Three days? It's only a day or two away from Jinan Mansion, and now I have to distribute three days of dry food, I'm afraid it's really going to hit Jinan Mansion! After hearing Yan Feng's words, Liang Yeshan made up for it on his own.

However, in fact, the traversing crowd really has no desire to capture Jinan Mansion at all, what can they do there? Visit Baotu Spring for free, or take a day trip to Daming Lake? The rough life is obviously not as beautiful as in the eyes of the natives, and Mr. Zhao almost emptied his family in order to scrape together a few dollars for those few people to travel to Africa.

The militia company, which was about to rush to Yantai with the refugees, was already the closest military force to Jinan, and Yan Feng hurriedly distributed ammunition to the former bandits and former peasants who had barely learned to line up, all because the seals were fighting the Qing army head-on.

In a phone call with the command center of the green paint district, Yan Feng repeatedly said that the militia he trained had not yet conducted standardized live-fire training, and implored the commander to carefully consider the order to let the militia retreat in response to the Navy SEALs.

Even before he crossed over, Yan Feng didn't have a chance to meet with the special forces after he came down in the past few years. Now you asked me to take a group of militiamen who are worse than the military training of college students to pick up the Navy SEALs, the girls of the communications platoon, are you sure you didn't copy the wrong order?

However, our Mr. Zhao is also very helpless, although compared with the Tu-160 "White Swan" strategic bomber, the "Osprey" transport aircraft has a much smaller demand for fuel, but at the moment when he is in a hurry to go to Africa to do things, it is really a landlord's family has no surplus food!

In order to save fuel, the staff officers could only come up with a strategy to use cannon fodder and, well, militia to attract the attention of the Qing army.

After getting the confirmation of the "superior leader" Lu Xiangyang, Yan Feng immediately began to assemble his militia company. He, a traverser who has served in the regular armed police force, is the most popular with Political Commissar Lu, and a sentence of whether Comrade Yan Feng has confidence or not is enough to make this former Voldemort old Yin rush to the front.

"Lord Yan, Master Wang, what do you want .......?" Liang Yeshan asked Yan Feng in a low voice.

"Military secrets! Don't ask if you shouldn't! Yan Feng said loudly with a straight face.

"Our people have already done Li Bingheng, the governor of Shandong in the Manchu Dynasty, if there is an old man who needs to prepare, then hurry up." Yan Feng first pretended to look left and right, and then also whispered to Liang Yeshan.

These small details and small actions, Yan Feng himself didn't know how many times he had repeatedly figured it out in his heart just now. This kind of performance may be very simple for MissFox, Huang Xiaolei, and Wang Tian Buzi, but it is not easy for an upright boy like him to grasp, not to mention that he has to play it to a Shaoxing master who eats by observing words and feelings, so you can imagine how much psychological pressure there is.

The response plan made by the staff officers is still something, and they are not all counting on relying on a group of cannon fodder to send people to withdraw from the heart of the Executive Committee, the SEAL Team.

Spread rumors that Li Bingheng was subdued and that the Song Dynasty would not recover Shandong, thus forcing the Qing army to return to Jinan, giving the seals a chance to find gaps in the Qing defense line that could be used for retreat. Well, although this is not as fast as the space that I have blown up with aerial missiles, the effect is theoretically the same.

"Don't dare, don't dare! Xia Guan is now a staff member of the Refugee Department of the Ministry of Civil Affairs of the Great Song Dynasty, and he still understands this rule! Liang Yeshan said.

Liang Yeshan guessed for a few days that roughly speaking, this unqualified minor official of the Great Song Dynasty should be a local official of the household department, how to say it, compared to the master, this can be regarded as a high promotion, isn't it.

"Who doesn't have an old friend, the sword has no eyes, the fire is ruthless, some things are better to prepare!" Yan Feng continued to speak.

"That's, that's, the adults have the heart of the official." Liang Yeshan said.

The one who can eat Master's bowl of rice is not a fuel-efficient lamp, especially in terms of observing words and colors. Obviously, Yan Feng's clumsy acting skills can't deceive an old fox-level person like Liang Yeshan, but a sentence of "I understand it" is the essence of Liang Yeshan's way of life - for the leader, I can only see through but not break it!

Oh, go, don't take it personally, I'm waiting for you to spread it widely, what are you fighting with me haha? Forget it, I'm going to fool those uneducated mud legs, but can the mud legs spread the news all over the ears of adults, it's really painful!

Yan Feng is preparing to lead the cannon fodder to send the head, and there are also a few people in the green paint area who are busy sending the head to the black silk, well, according to what they said, they should be going to send warmth.

"I don't bring this, and this is useless, I have to bring this." Diana carefully examined the gear they had prepared.

The "short sword" submachine gun is a fine item, Tian Buz John and they have already ruled out the equipment list by themselves, but when Mao Mei, who is an expert in combat in a harsh environment, comes to accept, there are still a lot of bits and pieces that have been eliminated.

"Okay, brothers, get rid of the kind of goods you are used to, in Africa, where the bad environment is harsh, the more solid AK is the king, in order to unify the caliber of ammunition, you cut love!" Mao Mei announced.

"But, we're going to play the British, we don't need to unify the ammunition caliber with you, do we?" Everell resisted.

"Congratulations, British! You're going to be using a 77 bolt-action rifle for a long time to come, and you can only bring one of your squad with a modern firearm as a backup, so take your pick. Diana said after giving the half-clone a blank look.