Chapter 252 is not an example of a dungeon meeting

"Hurry up! I don't want to pursue this time, but I definitely don't want to see a next time! In the living room, Yu Feng's face seemed to be able to scrape a layer of frost, and he said to the two guys with fine beads of sweat on their foreheads. // //

He took great pains to 'figure' out this mutually restrictive model, naturally he didn't want anyone to destroy it, what is the capital of Yu Feng to settle down in this Daming? It's an army, it's a soldier! Whoever tries to challenge him in this military power, for whatever purpose, will surely respond with a stormy counterattack.

This mode can effectively control his territory even if his territory is expanded countless times. The manor of Tuntian, the Zhuang Ding of the reserves, the regular soldiers of the Fengzi battalion, the civil yamen, and the military yamen, and even the internal affairs yamen, which maintain law and order and internal discipline, each belong to their own systems. And in this case, Yu Feng will not allow him to happen at all, you must know that his heavenly opportunities are not only external, but also internal.

Yun Qingshan and Dong Qianqiu should be glad that this time, they were indeed out of public intentions, and did not carry a little 'private' goods, otherwise, even if they won this battle, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"As for the responsibility for this defeat..... Yu Feng Shen groaned for a moment, and said to Yun Qingshan, "Right now, my new city only needs to hype up this victory, at this time, it is not appropriate to hold you responsible!" Qingshan, you are also a person who has gone through the battle array and has seen the world, how can you forget the truth that arrogant soldiers will be defeated! This time we suffered a loss, next time we will get it back, just remember, you don't forget the lesson of this time next time! ”

"Obey the teachings of your lords!"

"However, it is a bit inappropriate for you to be the director of the military affairs 'gate' in Xincheng, this matter will be put aside for a while, and when Changyuan is sorted out, you can take someone to Changyuan, or do military affairs!"

Yu Feng made such an arrangement, Yun Changqing suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, since the adults have other arrangements, then, even if he takes over this matter for himself, and is transferred from Xincheng to Changyuan, he can't tell whether it is a good thing or a bad thing, although Xincheng is small, but whether it is a farmer or a soldier, they are all their own people, but when they are transferred to Changyuan, their eyes are full of Koreans, and he is almost the same as going to re-open a piece of the world with his bare hands, of course, although this difficulty is some, but once it is done, The situation is much bigger than that of the new city.

"Dong Qianqiu, you also recommend a few people to me from your civil ya's 'door', and their abilities must be at least similar to yours, is there a problem?"

"Is it with Lord Yun herding Changyuan?" Dong Qianqiu asked cautiously, this must be asked clearly, you must know that Yu Feng trusts him so much, so now he casually says a name, which is likely to lead that person to the road of wealth. Of course, this candidate must have real materials, otherwise, his recommendation will not be pleasing to both ends at that time.

"Of course, the 'door' of the internal affairs department also has to send someone over, but I won't ask the opinions of the two of you on this!"

"Then the subordinates will go back and think about it, and report a few candidates to the adults as soon as possible for the adults to decide!"

Speaking of which, it should be almost the same, Yu Feng saw Dong Qianqiu slightly, and sat down again, but he had no intention of retreating, and couldn't help asking, "There is still something to report?" ”

"Yes, my lord, this matter should be a matter from the 'gate' of the military affairs office, didn't we capture hundreds of thieves this time? These captives are now in the prison of the 'gate' of the internal affairs office, and in the past few days, the adults have not returned, and the subordinates dare not make a decision, but the subordinates want to ask the adults, whether the rations of these prisoners should be written off from the military rations or from the public grain in the Zhuangzi? ”

"Hundreds? How many people are there!? ”

"Four hundred and eighty-one people, one thief chieftain, more than ten thieves! The rest are soldiers! "Dong Qianqiu didn't stumble at all, and a series of data was reported, after all, these people's food use came out of his ya' 'door', and he had eaten out of a hole that was not big or small these days.

"Oh, their leader seems to be called ...... Yes, Langton is from us now? ”

"Yes! My lord! ”

"Then let's go check it out!" Yu Feng suddenly became interested, a character who can drive a few gunboats out to rob, how can he not be a little soul soul, how much should he take advantage of his family background, not to mention that this person also made a 'mess' with Yu Feng, and almost ruined his good things, since he was caught, he also had to see how to see.

As for what Dong Qianqiu said, he didn't care about it, hundreds of people, as long as they didn't starve to death, where to 'touch' and 'get' a little food to feed them. Besides, these people are good laborers one by one, and there are places around the new city to employ people everywhere, if you don't want to support them, you can directly break up and sell them as serfs, and if you are tired to death, he is not distressed at all, and there is no word mercy in Yu Feng's dictionary for the enemy.

Langton sat in a corner of the dark and wet cell with a languid expression, staring blankly at the other side. There, there is a small air window, every day when the sun goes down, there will be a touch of sunlight from the outside of this air window, gently shining in, at this time, he can know that another day has passed.

How many days is it today, a week? Two weeks? Or more? Langton turned his head and looked at the corner, where there were traces of the gravel he had drawn one by one, each representing a day, and if he added one more today, it would be fourteen.

It's been fourteen days, and it's been fourteen days since that night that made his life unforgettable. He clearly remembered that he was sitting in his cabin at that time, looking at a book that was said to be the most popular word book in the Ming Empire, although he couldn't understand the square words, but the lifelike portraits on the 'insert' page of the book, as well as the strange movements between those portraits, still saw his blood flowing, and when he sighed that this was really a magical country, gunshots suddenly rang out outside.

It happened so suddenly, when he got dressed and walked out of his cabin, he found that he could no longer find his soldiers, and the square, deck, and corridor of the cabin were full of strange Oriental faces, and he shouted loudly, but unfortunately no one listened to what he said, and the only response to him was that the nearest Oriental soldier slammed the butt of his gun at the back of his head, and then, he only felt that his eyes were dark, and he knew nothing.

When he woke up again, he was already in this cell, and his cellmate was the captain of the armed merchant ships under his command, which had become a club for the senior officers of his fleet.

From the mouths of these captains, he finally knew what happened that night, and, inferring from the fact that these Ming soldiers were able to directly raid his fleet, these captains had a tacit understanding that they did not mention anything about their landing advance team, and that night, they saw countless enemy cavalry and enemy musketeers, and they did not think that so many enemies would bypass their landing advance team and attack them.

The impression of the people in this cell of the outside world was only more than ten days ago, and in these ten days, except for a hateful old man from the East who brought them a bucket of black gruel made of unknown and some flour lumps every day, they had not seen anyone, which made them feel as if they had been forgotten by the world. Of course, they also tried to communicate with the old Oriental man, perhaps the way of communication was a little lacking in skill, and the result of communication was very frustrating, and the next day, except for the bucket of black gruel, even the flour lumps that should have been there, were gone.

"My lord, please come here!"

At the end of the long corridor, there was the sound of people's talking and footsteps, and several people who were sitting on the ground suddenly 'refreshed', "Someone is here, and it's not that old man from the East with a strange temper!" ”

The big 'door' rolled open, and a wet musty smell suddenly poured out, just like the smell of dirty clothes after soaking in soaphorn water for a few days, Yu Feng gently covered his nose with his hand, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Even if you don't torture the prisoner, you can't stand it for a long time in such a place where you are exposed to the smell of 'yin', cold, 'tide', and dampness!

Langton also stood up and looked towards the light at the end of the corridor, and vaguely saw several figures slowly walking in from the light, approaching them. When his gaze gradually adjusted to these dazzling lights, what he noticed was not a few people walking in front, but a large chair carried by two sturdy soldiers in the back.

He subconsciously straightened his clothes, and pulled his 'messy' hair back with his hands, the other party's pomp and circumstance must be a big man, as a nobleman, even if he is defeated and captured, he must maintain his dignity.

The two soldiers put down their chairs, and then silently retreated to the middle of the guards behind Yu Feng, while a general in armor walked out from behind Yu Feng at the same time, bowed slightly to Yu Feng, and stood by Yu Feng's side.

Yu Feng dusted off the hem of his robe, sat down, and said to the general, "Brad, ask them, that one is Lord Langton!" ”

"I, the deputy head of the Sword and Rose Knights, to whom the Wind Word Battalion belongs, have been ordered to act as the interpreter for this 'engagement'!" A series of Langton's familiar tones erupted, and Langton squinted his eyes to look closely, only to see clearly that the person who spoke was none other than the Franco-Robot who was as skin-colored as them.

"Now, gentlemen, can you answer the question of the distinguished lord behind me, and tell me which one is Lord Langton?"

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