: One Hundred and Eighty-One · Provoking Trouble

He cried sadly, and Song Xiangyu immediately felt a sense of passion coming to his heart, wishing he could rush to the Ministry of War to interrupt the hands and feet of the people in the Arsenal Division.

The Beijing camp is responsible for guarding the capital and Tongzhou and Hebei, and is responsible for half of the north. It is not just about practicing, but really needs to compete with the Tartars. If you are not lucky, you will encounter it.

When the Tartars came to loot, the Beijing camp was the last line of defense in the capital.

That's it, the bitches raised by the Ministry of War are even so deducted.

When you go to get military pay, you must intercept some of them according to the rules, and even use weapons.

These things are the foundation of the soldiers!

Wang Lijun wiped the tears from his face: "We also know that you are in trouble, and I originally thought I wouldn't say it." He smiled bitterly: "But, but so many soldiers, we must have something to use.

Well? Seeing that it was snowing again, the Tartars were afraid that many livestock and people would be frozen to death. Every time this was the time for them to counterattack wildly.”

Lang Kun, the commander of the central army, was much more calm than Wang Lijun, but he was also worried: "Master, you have to think of a way. The Ministry of War has done the best this time, you see."

He actually didn't have much hope. After all, the Song family looks very popular now, but if you think about it carefully, you will know that the situation is the most embarrassing.

If this matter is a big deal, some people will inevitably say the white ones as black ones, accusing the Song family of deliberately trying to make trouble by raising the emperor and the eldest grandson.

At that time, right and wrong are no longer important. The public talks will ruin gold and destroy bones.

Who knew that Song Che coldly ordered: "You go to Xidaying and say we have agreed to prepare for the year-end meeting."

What?

Wang Lijun and Lang Kun were both stunned for a moment. They looked at each other and looked at Song Che in surprise, but could not react.

Song Xiangyu also called out his father in shock.

Among the defense forces in the capital, in addition to the Jingying, which is now under the control of Song Che, there are also Xiying and Dongying. Every year at the end of the year, several major camps have to compete, saying it is a competition, but in fact it is also

It is to welcome the review, and usually the Minister of War or the Minister of the Ministry of War came to preside over it.

Of course, there are sometimes exceptions, for example, if there are some special days, the emperor will visit him a lot.

This year, it was originally said that the competition was cancelled because of the rare snow disaster in the south, but what does Song Che meant?

Wang Lijun stopped crying, but was afraid that Song Che would act too enthusiastically: "Master, think twice before."

"Go." Song Che's face was cold and he didn't care at all, and said decisively: "Do what I said!"

Wang Lijun has been living and dying with Song Che for so many years, and knows the best of Song Che's temper. Seeing him say this, he knew that he would no longer change his mind, so he immediately calmed down his expression, which was very important.

The rest of Lang Kun looked at Song Che and whispered: "General."

"Go and prepare, let all the brothers practice, what should be done." Song Che smiled cheerfully. Although he was old, he was still energetic: "Now I'm afraid of him! Take out the time when we were fighting in Datong.

The momentum of the Tartars comes!”

Lang Kun suddenly felt excited, and he was excited.

When he went out, Song Xiangyu sat down in front of his father: "Dad, this is your method? You knew there was something wrong with those weapons. I originally planned to talk about it after the New Year, right? Now that the trouble is going on, you are

Intend."

"Who is in charge of the Arsenal Division?" Song Che's face was cold, and at this time it was like a treasure knife unsheathed: "Zheng Siyu's brother-in-law Wen Runze! For so many years, relying on his brother-in-law, he took over this fat and refused to let go.

He is getting more and more courageous. In the past, everyone had to give Zheng Siyu a face and had to endure it. Even Sun Yongning turned a blind eye."

Sun Yongning, Minister of War.

Song Xiangyu understood what his father meant, and he tickled his eyes and said, "I understand. Sun Yongning used to be a turtle with his head shrunk in the past. Anyway, he didn't see him, so he just pretended not to know?

But if so."

Anyway, no major incident happened. Sun Yongning would not go too far in charge of such things, whether it was because of Yang Bo's attitude or the friendship between people and colleagues.

After all, the Arsenal Department is in charge of the thirteen military equipment in the two capitals, and there are too many opportunities. It is common to pick a little bit here and there. They are well aware of the principle of hiding the superiors and not the subordinates.

But what if something big happens?

Song Xiangyu touched his chin, and his eyes were filled with excitement: "Okay! Let's lead this fire to the Sun. See if the Sun surname is anxious at that time!"

If a man does not care for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth.

When things don’t matter, he can naturally hang up, but once it involves his own interests, he doesn’t believe that Sun Yongning can remain indifferent.

Obviously Song Che thought so too. He touched his beard and smiled: "This fire must be burned more vigorously, you are like this."

Song Che gave this advice and patted his son on the shoulder: "This important task will be handed over to you."

The more Song Xiangyu heard it, the more excited he became. When his father finished giving the order, he jumped three feet high and immediately nodded heavily.

The next day, Song Xiangyu ran to Xiying to find his old rival, Gu Mingchuan, the commander of Xiying. The two met in the battle of Jizhou, and neither of them obeyed each other. As soon as they met, they wanted to pinch them to the death, but they just wanted to

They are evenly matched, each has its own victory or defeat, and the relationship has always been in dire straits.

He ran to Xiying, and the day before yesterday, Song Che asked for a letter to continue the competition, his spirit suddenly became tense and asked him with a stern face: "What are you doing here?!"

"It depends on how your soldier is practicing!" Song Xiangyu tsk, ignored him and laughed disdainfully: "Just like you, I want to compete with our Beijing Camp this year's competition? I think the company

Even Dongying can't compare! Look at you mobs."

Gu Mingchuan was so angry that he was crazy. He glared at him and sneered: "Can you compete with each other? It's not your mouth, but the real seal under the stick! If you are idle, go back quickly

Your Beijing camp will train troops and don’t find trouble for me here!”

"What's there to practice?" Song Xiangyu had no scruples: "When did you beat us in previous years? Don't think about it this year. It seems that your weapons were only received in October, right? We have newly released them, shiny and brand new.

, I heard that the Ministry of War has improved it, and it is not easier to beat you?!"

Now, how could Gu Mingchuan not hear that Song Xiangyu is here to show off and deliberately provoke trouble?

He sneered fiercely.
Chapter completed!