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"How much?" Lin Zaixing asked suddenly.

"What?" Yang Wudi didn't react for a while: "What, how much?" ”

Lin Zaixing was angry that he couldn't speak, and glared at him fiercely: "How much silver do you want to take?" ”

"One hundred and fifty taels." Yang Wushu raised his voice and said loudly: "The ten taels of Lao Tzu in the imperial court don't want it, five Tartar heads, Lao Tzu is fighting with his life, and he has to complete the task." ”

"You kid, give you one hundred and seventy taels." Lin Zaixing's nose was a little sour: "An infantryman's head is worth forty taels, have you forgotten it." ”

"Hehe, I'm not mad at that Xixia kid." Yang Wushu scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Remember, don't want your life, Lao Tzu only needs the head of the Tartar, and you have to take the head of the Tartar back." Lin Zaixing waved his hand.

"The little one will take fifty taels too." When Lin Feng's old and familiar voice sounded in Lin Zaixing's ears, the entire school field instantly fell silent.

"The little one will take fifty taels too." The old man's voice was a little bleak: "Although I am old, I can still carry a big knife, and I can keep up with the pace of my brothers, and I can take the fifty taels of small ones." ”

"Uncle Lin." Lin Zaixing's tears almost didn't flow: "The Lin Mansion can't do without you." ”

"Nope." Lin Feng said tenaciously: "Soldiers, you must die on the battlefield, this is the glory of a veteran, I am already old, in the future, I don't know if there will be such an opportunity in the future." ”

"Uncle Lin, I know, I know." Lin Zaixing said loudly: "Soldier Lin Feng listened to the order, took fifty taels, and returned to the team." ”

"Yes, sir." Lin Feng's eyes lit up.

A soldier must die on the battlefield, this is the glory of a soldier.

Li Xiang contacted Lin Wenlong in Luzhou, agreed to attack from the north to the south, open up the peripheral communication lines between Jiang'an and Xuzhou, and planned that Lin Wenlong would lead 5,000 elite soldiers to be stationed in Pingshazhou to respond, and Li Xiang would lead the army to join Lin Wenlong.

Li Xiang said goodbye to Lu Wende on the appointed date, led 3,000 troops, 100 warships, including 10 steam ships, this sailor went down the Tuojiang River, entered the Yangtze River, inspected the soldiers, and found that there was one less personal soldier who was whipped for violating military orders, Li Xiang was shocked, and said to Zhao Er: "Our plan has been leaked, only a quick attack, the enemy may not have time to get the news." ”

God made a joke, and the flat sandbar was quiet at this time, with the occasional few waterfowl making unpleasant sounds.

A huge boat floats quietly on the Yangtze River, with the waves shaking, Hua Huaer stationed in the Hutou Mountain camp, besieging Sichuan for five years, but from the northern people's fear of water from the heart, has always been a landlubber, this time if it is not for the disparity between the strength of the enemy and me, Hua Huaer only feels that the victory is in hand, he will not stay on this damn boat.

Spit and spit and spit and finally get used to spitting.

"Immortal God." Hua Hua'er prayed secretly: "I don't know how the Nanren survived." ”

In front of the boat, under the hazy moonlight, you can vaguely see a piece of warship covering the Yangtze River, about 500 warships are the largest sailor force that Hua Huaer can mobilize, not far behind him in Guanzizhou, it is said that there is also the main force of the Yuan army of the chief general of Wu Lihan, but Hua Huaer thinks that this is redundant, he will definitely not let the damned Song army sailor pass through his own defense line.

Pingshazhou is not only the burial place of Song Jun, but also the place where he was promoted.

On the flat sandbank, the Mongol cavalry was as quiet as a mountain, and even the usually restless war horses were calmed by the Mongol cavalry to a silent word. Behind the Mongolian cavalry, there was also a Mongol Han army of 10,000 households, and these Song troops, which had been attached for less than a year, had been trained by the Mongol generals to a slight scale.

There are too few Mongolian warriors. Every time she saw the dense Song Bing, Hua Huaer always felt an inexplicable feeling, just like when she was herding sheep for her father before, she could control everything.

On both sides of the Yangtze River, eight thousand households and two Han ten thousand households were heavily defended, and in addition to staying in the camp, Hua Huaer had already put every cent of his troops to use.

In this battle, only victory is allowed, not defeat.

"My lord, according to the report of the spies, the Luzhou Sailor has arrived at Taotan." Yang Sheng looked at Hua Hua'er, who was pale, and said in a low voice: "The Song army has more than 10,000 sailors, 300 warships, and more than 20,000 foot soldiers. ”

"Got it." Hua Hua'er looked at the groveling Yang Sheng, a little disappointed, what he was looking forward to was a big battle, only after this big battle, he could completely turn over and trample the damn Liu Rong under his feet.

"Your Excellency, look?" Yang Sheng saw that Huahua'er was listless, and asked a little worried.

Hua Hua'er didn't like Yang Sheng from the bottom of her heart, although after this person surrendered, he was determined to serve the Mongol Empire, Hua Hua'er should be happy, but Hua Hua'er remembered Liu Rong.

The same is true of that damned Han man, if this person hadn't told Meng Ke Khan about the truth of the Great Song Dynasty, maybe the Great Khan of Mongolia would still be hesitating, and it was this person who suggested that the army besiege Sichuan in order to gradually encroach on the Great Song Dynasty, which was ruthless.

Heartless.

"You have full authority to handle the matter of the water master." Hua Hua'er waved her hand: "Remember, the Mongol Empire does not have so many rules as you Han people, I said that this is the case, and I will never interfere with your use of troops." ”

"Thank you for your trust." Yang Sheng knelt down and kowtowed a few times before standing up and walking out. At that moment, he remembered Lord Lin Wenlonglin, the Fuzhou observer envoy and the former deputy commander of the palace.

Yang Sheng is an orphan, Lin Wenlong has the grace of raising him, but when his life is at stake, he still chooses to save his life, Liu Rong has a good saying: A man should not be in Fang Baishi, but he should also be left in stink for 10,000 years.

Any kindness is fake, and it is only true if you save your life. Can people, in order to survive, really do anything? Maybe there is only one chance in life, how can you turn back if you miss it?

Most of the Mongolian sailors are Mongolian Han soldiers, and there are vassal armies in Goryeo and other places, Yang Sheng himself also has some skills, ruthless, since Lin Feng got Lin Zaixing's plan, Hua Huaer promoted him to the next level, commanding the sailors.

Hua Huaer is also helpless, although there are many famous Mongolian generals, but the only one who can bring the sailor well is Zhang Yuanzhi of Wanshan, of course, if Liu Rong is counted, then it is also a character, but if Hua Huaer wants to admit that he is not as good as Liu Rong, it is better to generously hand over the sailor to a general, at least this commander is dead.

"Uncle Hua," Hua Hua'er helplessly looked at Zhang Xiaojing, who was wearing armor but spoke pleasantly: "Xiaojing doesn't understand how Uncle Hua trusts this villain." ”

Yes, the villain, but this villain is not the same as the villain, Zhang Xiaojing thought sweetly.

Hua Hua'er looked at the guards on the boat, fortunately they were all her own cronies, as for whether there were any spies of Meng Ke Khan, Hua Hua'er didn't care very much, as long as Zhang Xiaojing didn't make trouble in the army, even if the Great Khan knew, he just smiled.