After half a month of fulfilling and arduous military camp life, and coming to the palatial City Lord's Mansion again, Zhao Qing couldn't help but feel like a world away. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This time, there is no long buffet table full of food in the wide hall, replaced by several large traditional round tables, which are full of all kinds of delicacies, and it is rare to see wine, you must know that the Great Zhou Forbidden Army has strict restrictions on drinking, unlike what is written in the novel, a glass of wine is brave, and the enemy is killed on horseback, this is just to highlight the heroic rhetoric of the soldiers, in fact, alcohol is more of a mistake, and this kind of mistake is often fatal.

The imaginary serious military meeting turned into a banquet, Zhao Qing's mood was also a lot more relaxed, he observed that the officers who came, except for a small number of forbidden military captains who stayed in Ningjiang Prefecture, most of them were the leaders of those mercenaries, Yang Zaixing took great pains to serve so many table dishes, just to hold a mobilization meeting for these mercenary leaders, after all, they are the main force of Ningjiang Prefecture's city defense at this moment, Zhao Qing and they are just stained to rub a meal.

Sure enough, several lieutenants at the battalion level of the forbidden army consciously gathered at a banquet in the corner and began to eat and drink, Zhao Qing looked at those big fish and meat, and his index finger moved, the bad diet in the military camp in the past few days tortured his stomach, where can he bear it at this moment, he came to the rare roast pig plate, tore a pig's trotter and gnawed it.

Meng Heng and Cao Zilin also showed no weakness, everyone's mouths were full, although they salivated over the jar of wine on the table, but far away on a banquet in the middle of the hall, Yang Duwei's always nonchalant gaze made them feel like a needle, but no one dared to touch the jar of wine.

Yang Zaixing and several big mercenary leaders sat on the right side of the hall, drinking heartily and gushing endlessly.

These mercenary leaders are all from the major chambers of commerce, and they don't have less big fish and meat on weekdays, not as bitter as the forbidden army, so they don't care too much about eating, and their attention is on Yang Zaixing.

Many mercenaries are indeed people from the rivers and lakes of the green forest, they are superb in martial arts, if they are changed in the Song Dynasty, they will roughly become the characters who occupy the mountains as the king, but in the Great Zhou, the mercenary industry is quite prosperous, compared to being robbers and bandits, the benefits that can be obtained by forming mercenaries to serve in the major chambers of commerce are much higher, as long as they don't have bad intentions, the risk is much smaller, and these heroes have joined the mercenaries, and from time to time they also go to take on some tasks to clean up the former peers. Except for those who have committed serious crimes, there are very few people who fall into the grass.

"This Liaodong military rebellion, the Hu people went south, the people were devastated, my Ningjiang Prefecture City has the help of all heroes and heroes, and I will be able to survive this crisis!" Yang Zaixing was already a few big bowls of wine, his old face was flushed, and his head was rising, "Yang Zaixing is here to thank you, the people of Ningjiang Prefecture will definitely do their best to help, repel the Tartars, and defend my Liaodong portal!" Cheers! ”

"Repel the Tartars and defend my Liaodong portal!" The emotions of people in the rivers and lakes can easily be stirred, especially at the wine table, talking about the national righteousness.

All of a sudden, the banquet became noisy, and the original forms of the heroes who were still sitting were revealed, or rolled up their sleeves, or tilted their heads to support their necks, or sat uncomfortable and got up and squatted on the chairs. While drinking, some people played wine boxing, and some pulled out their sleeves to fight, and the scene was chaotic. Yang Duwei frowned slightly, pushed away a guy who had already been pestering his head to fight with him, and came to Zhao Qing's table, but Yang Zaixing was having a good time.

Zhao Qing's food at their table had already been divided up, and the people with organic spirits wandered between the tables, and came back with a few plates, and immediately a few greasy hands reached out to grab a fine light, and the last one couldn't hold up, and collapsed on the chair full.

"I really haven't eaten pork for a long time, and I have eaten mutton these days, and my body is almost like those Hu people." Zhao said with a long burp as he gritted his teeth.

Meng Heng's beard was dipped in various sauces, and he also looked full, and said: "This pig is rare outside the Saiwai, and few farmers raise it, so I'm afraid these pigs were sent with the caravan." But you people in the valley seem to be very keen on pork. ”

"What do you mean by that?" Zhao Qing asked a little strangely, after getting along with Meng Hui for so long, it seems that the other party is very uninterested in his identity as a member of the Guigu Gate, and he has never asked or talked about the Guigu Valley.

"Hehe, that third master Wan back then, isn't he a pork-loving master." It was Yang Duwei who answered, and after he came to this table, the captains let go a lot.

That is, originally pork was a inferior product, and it was despised by nobles because of the miscellaneous food, and only poor households would eat it. But Wan Sanye loves this bite, and has created a lot of delicious pork as ingredients, what braised pork, sauce elbow, it actually caused a trend back then, regardless of the aristocracy and commoners, a pork-eating style has arisen, plus pigs are easy to raise fat, and the meat is really fat, which gradually became the mainstream meat in the Great Zhou, but in this place, there are naturally more cattle and sheep. Thinking about being in Bianjing back then, I couldn't leave the braised pork, I really miss it. Cao Zilin introduced the pork history of Da Zhou to Zhao Qing, and as he spoke, he couldn't help but grab a piece of fatty braised pork from the table and eat it in one bite.

Speaking of the past of Bianjing, several lieutenants present were born in Bianjing, where there are many gates, and the topic quickly changed from pork to various old news in Bianjing, from their conversation, Zhao Qing felt the style of the most prosperous city in ancient China, the Jin people are still in the white mountains and black waters, and the Kaifeng City that has not experienced the shame of Jingkang must be extremely prosperous. Zhao Qing couldn't help but think of the famous painting "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival", a noisy and noisy ancient city scene with busy traffic came to his mind.

"Gotta go there." Zhao Qing thought like this, but there was some movement on the banquet.

Yang Zaixing was finally defeated in the repeated attacks of the heroes, and got drunk under the table, in order not to disgrace Lord Zhouzhi, several soldiers soon appeared and carried Lord Zhouzhi to the back court.

Yang Duwei also stopped chatting, gave a look to several school officials, got up and followed, and Zhao Qing and the others also left the noisy hall quietly.

In a room in the backyard, Yang Zaixing grabbed his throat, spit out a lot of yellow and white filth in the bucket very indecently in front of his subordinates, and then beat his head, took a cup of tea handed over by a soldier and drank it slowly, his expression was actually a lot more sober, and he didn't have the kind of smile on the wine table before, and became cold, although he was still a little drunk, but the temperament of the general who held the military power of one side and shouldered the fate of the soldiers and civilians in the city was revealed, which made Zhao Qing awe-inspired.

All the lieutenants knew that the general had something to say, and their expressions were solemn, and this was the real pre-military council.

"I know most of you have a lot of disdain for the mercenaries out there. Indeed, I don't trust them either, but. Yang Zaixing put down the teacup, put his hands on his knees and sat there like a mountain, "Ningjiang Prefecture City is the painstaking efforts of Liaodong Economic Strategy over the years, and there is no room for failure, they are the objects we must unite." But don't worry, I won't scatter you as an Overseer to oversee the various mercenary groups, you will appear at the forefront of the battlefield. ”

Hearing this, many of the school officers' brows stretched a little, and it was better to take their fate into their own hands than to entrust their fate to those mercenaries.

"This time, your task is very simple, that is to guard the city gates, the battle on the city wall has nothing to do with you, what you have to do is not to let any Hu people cross your defenses. You are the most elite forbidden army in the Great Zhou, and the fate of Ningjiang Prefecture City is in your hands. Remember, don't let any Hu people cross your defenses, and those who violate this order will be dealt with by military law! ”

When Yang Zaixing said the last sentence, his face was full of hideousness.

Zhao Qing didn't look at the faces of the other school officials, but his heart was extremely shocked, several school officers present had forwards, mighty, Xingde, naturalized four battalions, a total of more than 4,500 forbidden troops, excluding the city wall artillery is now all the forbidden troops in Ningjiang Prefecture, Yang Zaixing is actually ready for the loss of the city gate, and let the most elite half of the forbidden army left in Ningjiang Prefecture guard the city gate to make the final preparations for losing and fighting. Is the situation really so critical?

"The last general will not be dishonored!" The officers knelt down on one knee and swore an oath in their mouths with sonorous sound, without the slightest flashiness, this is the real military soul.

Yang Zaixing seemed to be really drunk at this moment, waved his hand to signal the meeting to end, and then left here with the support of the soldiers.

Zhao Qing with a heavy heart, followed Meng Hui back to the barracks, he had a premonition that the upcoming war would be extremely tragic, although he had been living in a peaceful era before he came to this world and experienced a lot, but the real baptism of iron and fire had not been experienced, he could not imagine the scene of tens of thousands of people fighting, although he had joined the army for a long time, but he was far from experiencing the life and death competition on the battlefield, but now, everything seemed to be so close. Zhao Qing felt his body and soul tremble in trembling.

"Report to the Captain! The right battalion of the strikers is assembled! ”

The voice of the guard interrupted Zhao Qing's thoughts, standing on the platform, looking at the five hundred elites under his command, all with resolute faces, thinking of all kinds of these days, the arduous physical training, the twists and turns to establish the musket team, the formation that was groped out without a clue, an unprecedented feeling in his heart, the riot factor hidden in the depths of his body gradually awakened, and Zhao Qing felt that he was gradually calming down.

Bloody fight and glory, which man has never yearned, maybe in the era of peace, he Zhao Qing is destined to be a mediocre life, but God has given him a different life, then it must be vigorous!

"Pull out the camp! Head to the East Gate and set up camp! ”