Just after the first lunar month, an explosive news came that Ali Hague did not set himself on fire, but played a trick and ran away. But Skynet was restored, and it hit Wang Ping'an, the general of the Dragon Bird Army, who was returning home, and as a result, Ali Hague's father and son became a sieve.

The two corpses that stinked like salted fish were found to be behind him, and the line up and down finally breathed a sigh of relief, this hundred-legged insect was finally dead.

So, Wang Ping'an, the earliest follower of Zhao Hunt who did not participate in the Battle of Wan'an or the Battle of Yacheng, and was also the first veteran to retire, was immediately named the head of the Hou - Ali Hague, which is worth the price!

In addition, Tong was at the helm and the soldiers of the 20th Sea Squadron were rewarded for their merits and were richly rewarded.

Upon hearing the news, some people were surprised, some rejoiced, some were envious, and some were jealous...... These guys, the luck is so good!

Yang Xingyong is one of the jealous people, and he is crazy with jealousy.

"If I have a batch of muskets in my hand, with the combat power of the most elite forbidden army of the Great Song Dynasty of the Japanese and Tianwu Army, what credit will I have? When will it be the turn of that ragtag army of dragons? If I had a gun like this, a few hundred ...... No! Thousands of branches, I am the main general of the Battle of Yacheng, how could I let the enemy chief escape that day? How could such a great feat as killing Ali Hague fall into the hands of a blind and lame waste? ”

Yang Xingyong's eyes were really red, red and red; I really hated it, and I gritted my teeth with hatred.

He is a relative, the nephew of Empress Dowager Yang, and the most trusted person of the royal family. Empress Dowager Yang handed over the two most elite forbidden armies of the Xing Dynasty to him, and tried every means to give him credit so that he could be promoted and reused. It seems that in this battle for the defense of Yacheng, he did not go to the south gate or even the relatively safe west gate from beginning to end, but just guarded the palace with a loyal look, listening to the movement of the city gate with fear, and all the property in the palace has been packed to protect the queen mother "South Hunt" at any time.

The only thing he did in those days was to urgently find a ditch and practice swimming......

In this way, after the victory of the battle, he was also promoted to the first rank because of his excellent "strong guard", and he was awarded the dismissal of General Ning Yuan. Empress Dowager Yang even wanted to use this to get him a knighthood, the founder of the country or something. But just such a viscount, after his father Yang Liangjie found out, he immediately stopped it, thinking that it was inappropriate, and forcibly taking credit in this way would make the courtiers dissatisfied.

He couldn't get a viscount, but he was crippled by a marquis, and he was several levels higher than the viscount.

How can Yang Xingyong not be jealous and blush?!

Gun! He wants a gun!

Although the Queen Mother told him, she had ordered the Duke of Xin'an to pay tribute to 300 Lianzhu muskets in advance, which was enough to equip the forbidden army of Zhuri and Tianwu. But after waiting for several days, the quartermaster has made several trips to the Dragon Bird Army camp, and the answer he got is that the gun needs to be made in Wan'an, and it will take time, please be patient.

Patience! Patience! His patience is running out! The gun is still being made, right, well, let's have it ready-made. In the bloody battle at the South Gate that day, it is reported that the martial arts team killed eight people, so it is said that at least eight Lianzhu muskets have no owner, so they will take these eight guns to play first. Familiar, familiar, majestic.

Thinking of this, Yang Xingyong's heart was hot, and he couldn't hold it anymore, leading more than a dozen henchmen of the forbidden army to go straight to the camp of the Longque Army at the South Gate.

The Dragon Bird Army camp is not so easy to enter, not to mention that Zhao Lie has issued a third-level alert at this time.

Yang Xingyong has also been taught the art of war, so he naturally understands this section and will not be unprepared. So he said that there was a rumor of the queen mother, and she wanted to meet the prince of Xin'an.

Generally speaking, whether it is an oral metaphor or a decree of the inner court, it is conveyed by the internal officials, and few forbidden troops command envoys to convey it. However, Yang Xingyong's identity is there, he said that he wants to convey it, and others really dare not believe it.

The school did not dare to slack off, and immediately passed it on. Soon, Yang Xingyong and his entourage were able to enter the barracks. And under the guidance of a prepared general, he went straight to the Chinese military camp tent.

Zhao Lie, Jiang Fenglie, Ouyang Guanhou and other generals of the Dragon Bird Army, all dressed in armor, equipped with guns and swords, waited solemnly.

As a result, what they were waiting for was Yang Xingyong's words: "According to the words of the Empress Dowager, I ordered the Dragon Bird Army to control Zhao Hunt and deliver eight Lianzhu muskets first." ”

Zhao Lie and the others looked at each other - this is on the record?!

However, Zhao Lie quickly reacted, Empress Dowager Yang is also a figure who has assisted two emperors, although she has no great talent, but she still has the bearing, how can she be so impatient? squinted his eyes at the moment, and said lightly: "How difficult it is to make firearms, General Yang (the honorific title of the commander) will not know, right?" Although the output of my Wan'an musket is slightly higher than that of Yacheng, how can it take three or five months for 300 guns, and this is only a few days? Why did General Yang have to be so careful? ”

Zhao Lie didn't ask in vain: "Is this really the Queen Mother's words?" "Because there is no way to confront this kind of thing, Empress Dowager Yang will never embarrass her nephew because of eight guns, and it is in vain to ask.

Yang Xingyong arched his hand and smiled: "Guns are difficult to make, we also know that when we came this time, we didn't ask about the three hundred guns, but the eight extra muskets in the hands of the 'martial arts team' of the Xin'an Public Guard." How about it, it's ready-made, right? ”

Zhao Lie stared at Yang Xingyong for a while, seeing that the latter's heart was furious, and he was about to ask, but Zhao Lie suddenly said: "Whether it is a sword, axe, arrow or musket, but any weapon, there will be loss, General Yang will not know it, right?" ”

Yang Xingyong was stunned: "The gun is also lost?" "I don't believe it.

Zhao Lie didn't know what to say, gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "Must, must, have!" ”

Zhao Lie said this is not an excuse, but true. Because of the bloody battle at the South Gate that day, the fierce battle lasted for days, and the gunfire almost never stopped, and the barrels of the martial arts team were made of seamless steel pipes, and they were not special deep-hole tubes for the arsenal, where could they withstand such a fierce battle, so the barrels in the hands of the soldiers were almost scrapped, and the martial arts team was almost abolished "martial arts". After that, some of the weapons of the sacrificed soldiers were recovered, distributed and replenished, and the Wan'an Army's "Iron House" military industrial base urgently sent a batch of firearms and bullets that had just come off the production line, so that they could barely be replenished and maintain their combat effectiveness. Besides, even if there is a surplus, it is impossible to give you this guy surnamed Yang!

As soon as Zhao Lie said the reason, Yang Xingyong's face became ugly.

"Not a single one?" Yang Xingyong's face was gloomy, if it weren't for the fact that the person in front of him was a clan, even if it was a Xin'an Gong and a ruler, he would not have been so patient, and he would have had a seizure.

"There are no muskets, but there are eight flintlock muskets, so you can take them if you want." Zhao Lie also tried his best to be patient, if it weren't for the fact that the person in front of him was a relative, and only a forbidden army commander from the fifth grade, he dared to have five people and six people in front of him, he would have ordered someone to take it down a long time ago.

"Flintlock muskets?" Yang Xingyong's face was so black that it was going to rain, of course he had seen this kind of gun, and he had also tried to shoot it, although the power of the platoon gun shooting was great, but one-on-one was not as good as a bow and arrow. According to Zhang Xiong, who had witnessed the power of the musket that day, if a flintlock musket fought a soldier with a musket, the latter could easily kill the former several times—a few times, depending on how many bullets there were in the musket.

He Yang Xingyong is the nephew of the dignified Queen Mother, the son of the head of the household department and the envoy of the Duzhi, and he actually wants to use these broken guns to send him away? !

"Good, good, good!" Yang Xingyong gritted his teeth and pointed at Zhao Lie, "You have a kind!" Wait for me to report to the Queen Mother and let her old man evaluate it. "If it was before, Yang Xingyong still had a little scruples, and he didn't dare to easily tear his face with the only clan Zhao Lie, but since his father received that mysterious guest, this Zhao Hunt has no fun, and it doesn't hurt to offend.

Jiang Fenglie and Ouyang Guanhou both had faces as heavy as water, and their fists under the case were clenched, but they tried their best to restrain themselves, not to look at Yang Xingyong's face, otherwise they were really afraid that they couldn't help but fly over with a punch.

Zhao Lie just stared at the other party coldly, his razor-like eyes made Yang Xingyong shudder, pointed at Zhao Lie a few times, turned around and walked to the tent door angrily. was about to raise his hand to lift the curtain, but after all, he was unwilling to walk away with his tail so gray, and turned to Zhao Lie and smiled proudly: "Xin'an Gong, you will always be a Xin'an Gong, if you want to climb the big treasure, you ...... dream."

Jiang Fenglie and Ouyang Guanhou changed color at the same time.

"Look for death!" Zhao Lie's eyes hardened, and he shot the case: "Call me!" ”

The curtain flew, and Zhang Junbao, who had long been unbearable, was the first to rush in, and a cannon shot hit the jaw, hitting Yang Xingyong, who was unable to parry, half a foot off the ground, spewing out a rain of blood in the air.

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