After the guests had dispersed, the confidant butler happily ran over and presented the gift list...Wang Zhizhou stretched out his hand and took it, feeling quite satisfied. It was not surprising that there were so many gifts. Even if Song Wen had a background,
This etiquette is still... I'll wipe it!
Although Wang Zhizhou is considered a senior official, he has become accustomed to poverty over the years. Most of the money he collected was used to honor Wang Fu and some senior Bianliang officials. I have never seen such a large bribe!
"This...this Song Wen is really so rich?"
The butler nodded... "Master, the rumors are true! Some people say that everyone in Dengzhou Prefecture can get tens of thousands of silver every year because of the dividends from Sanxian Island Sea Trade and Sihai Chamber of Commerce... Then Mr. Taiwei
, I’m afraid I have to get hundreds of thousands of silver because of Mr. Song?”
Wang Zhizhou frowned... "There is also Mr. Liang Shicheng, the hidden minister. The gambling club seems to be the real cornucopia! These businesses... and finally the income of His Majesty's inner court. No wonder... no wonder Song Wen has such confidence! Yes
Money...money can make the world go round!"
Song Wen left the state capital, leaving behind a scene of surprise and sigh... but he quietly moved into an inn with a dozen rural soldiers to protect him.
There was originally a courtyard behind the state capital that was reserved for the Mizhou soldiers and horses envoys, also known as soldiers and horses, to administer official duties. The Mizhou soldiers and horses envoys had been vacant for several years, and no one wanted to come to this damn place to take the blame. Gao Qiu didn't either.
I can sell this military job at a good price... so the yard is overgrown with weeds and is very dilapidated.
Secondly, Song Wen had already figured out the details of Mizhou's military envoy's office and the military camps and seven guard posts... Sitting in the state capital, how could he truly control the entire Mizhou army? Let alone the real military power.
In the hands of Wang Zhizhou, Yuan Wangzhizhou, it was the national policy of the Song Dynasty to control military force with civil society. Song Wen had the right to lead troops and train soldiers... But to send troops to suppress bandits, they must have the military talisman of Jingdong East Road Commander and Wang Zhizhou's warrant.
!Both are indispensable.
What Song Wen has to do is to clear the obstacles of these thieves and soldiers in Mizhou first. What's the point of sitting in the government office first?
Inside the inn, Xiao Fuzi has been waiting for a long time...
"Fuzi pays homage to brother!"
Song Wen took off the leather belt weapon from his waist and punched Xiao Fuzi on the shoulder... "You bastard, you will be the real Yuhou of the imperial army from now on! Don't act on your own initiative... Erlang has already taken away all 800 of us."
The elite have been brought to the grassland for training. This time we can directly use less than 300 old brothers from the Qingshan Camp! Can you figure out the details of your opponent now?"
Xiao Fuzi bared his teeth and said with a smile: "Even without him Li Erlang, Brother An Chun and I are enough to wipe out those Qiu Ba! Don't worry, brother... It's just that now there are many more Manichaeans who have escaped from the Michigan generation.
The thief is a variable!"
An Chun said with a smile: "We have blown up the Fang La thief chieftain. How about a few of our disciples? Lang Jun just said, let's just destroy them!"
Song Wen waved his hand: "Don't mention the matter of our Jiangnan group anymore. Although Manichaeism has been destroyed, there may still be some weird Jianghu people who want to avenge their Holy Duke! Originally, we didn't expect to get this credit.
There is no need to invite this hatred... Fang La's life or death has nothing to do with us!"
An Chun and Xiaofuzi looked at each other, raised their hands and replied: "I will obey your orders!"
Song Wen moved his slightly stiff shoulders and asked: "What is the state of the two Du Yuhou now? You can't even see a serious team leader at the city gate of Mizhou. Instead, there is a master commanding you.
, what’s the background behind it?”
Xiao Fuzi cupped his hands and said: "Brother, both of you are waiting to take a team of confidants and capable soldiers to go to Santang County in the south of Mizhou to exterminate the remaining Manichaean bandits, but... it's just an excuse, it should be
I just want to give my brother a blow and avoid seeing him!"
"How many soldiers are there? How powerful are they?"
Xiao Fuzi curled his lips: "The two armies have less than 2,000 people. They are barely equipped with swords and guns, more than 100 bows and arrows, less than 100 shield cards, and more than 20 horses. The ones who can actually fight in battle are probably five in a row.
A hundred people are not even enough to count. We, the first-class soldiers of the Qingshan Battalion, can defeat them with a single charge with at most three hundred people!"
Song Wen nodded... "In this case, if it is the Jurchens' heavy armored soldiers or heavy armored cavalry... a hundred people can kill them without leaving any piece of armor behind!"
A trace of dissatisfaction flashed in Xiao Fuzi's eyes, and he asked with stern eyes: "Brother, are the Jurchens really that terrible? It takes three against one for us to resist?"
Song Wen whispered: "This has to take into account the firearms and equipment, as well as the advantages of weapons, especially armor and shields, heavy crossbows... There has been no major war in the Song Dynasty for a hundred years, especially in the Central Plains! Don't talk about the Xiang army, even if
In addition to autumn inspections and imperial exercises every year, what other exercises do the Bianliang Forbidden Army have? Soldiers must fight and practice hard to maintain their combat effectiveness, especially their courage and the will to obey military orders... The Jurchens are very powerful in individual combat capabilities.
Strong, tribes have been fighting and annexing each other all year round, hunting and grazing in the deep mountains and forests. Once they are truly unified by a hero, their combat power is far superior to that of ordinary soldiers..."
Xiao Fuzi was silent for a while, then suddenly looked up at Song Wen and said, "Brother, will Da Song really fight with the Jurchens?"
Song Wen nodded: "I have always avoided talking about the details on this issue before, but now the imperial court has decided to join forces with the Jurchens to attack the Liao... I can tell you that if the Liao is destroyed, the Jurchens will soon go south to attack.
The Song Dynasty! The Song Dynasty will face the danger of annihilation..."
The two guards outside the door suddenly raised their hands... "Stop whoever comes!"
Song Wen looked up and saw four men standing in front of the door. The first two were a tall and burly bearded man with a felt hat on his head. The other was a middle-aged scholar with a sallow face and black beard.
Behind them stood two men, one tall and one short...it was Lu Da, Wu Yong and the Wu brothers!
Song Wen looked happy, walked out of the room, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Commander Wu, Brother Lu, two brothers from the Wu family... Hahaha, Song Wen has been waiting for you for a long time!"
Wu Yong smiled slightly and bowed and saluted: "You guilty man, thank you Song Langjun for taking me in! Song Langjun has been promoted step by step. At such a young age, he is already a military commander guarding the place... It is really gratifying and congratulatory!"
Song Wen cupped his hands and said: "If you want to get promoted and make a fortune, I, Mr. Song, will sneak into the Forbidden Army camp. I came to a place like Mizhou. Firstly, I came to protect a group of brothers who are impatient with the imperial court. In addition, this Dengden
Mizhou has a generation of poverty-stricken and bandits running rampant... The common people have barely escaped death, but the rest of their lives are difficult to make ends meet! I, Song Wen, think I am still capable of making money and farming, let's see if I can save more people!"
Lu Da on the side said angrily: "Rescuing people's livelihood is the responsibility of the magistrates and magistrates of the imperial court. Song Langjun is under the jurisdiction of soldiers and horses, so he seems to be unable to intervene, right?"
Song Wen smiled calmly... "Even if 30% of the civil servants in the imperial court are dedicated to their duties, how can there be so many homeless, beggars and poor people? Whether they are literary or martial... We, the descendants of Yan and Huang, are responsible for the rise and fall of the country! Can we help?
Helping the people...what's the taboo?"
Wu Yong's eyes suddenly lit up, he cupped his hands and said, "Song Langjun is righteous!"