The four of them laughed heartily, with a generous attitude that they were ready to die.
"Commander, can you give me another glass of wine? We have been brothers for so many years. No matter what, Commander has to have a drink with the junior brothers!"
"That's right, the commander-in-chief said just now that it was too hasty to drink on the expedition. Since there is no banquet, why not let the brothers drink two more drinks? And Deputy Commander Song said that you will never get drunk after a thousand drinks. I haven't seen the general yet.
How much of a drinker do you have? Why don't you join the brothers and enjoy a drink!"
"The general is a mouthful and a greedy drinker. He is not allowed to drink when he is on an expedition. Commander, you might as well let the general drink to his heart's content today!"
Han Zhong rubbed his hands and laughed. He didn't say anything, but his meaning was quite clear. He also wanted to drink two more drinks.
Liu Mingzhi looked at the four people quietly. He knew that the four of them were afraid that they would not have the chance to drink the celebration wine and wanted to drink a farewell wine with him. He nodded with sour eyes, and Liu Mingzhi waved his hand to Zhang Kuang on the side.
"General Zhang, lend me a jar of fine wine to practice for my brothers!"
Zhang Kuang nodded with red eyes and pointed at Song Qing: "Qing'er, go to my wine cellar to get the wine, the jar of wine that has been treasured for fifty-seven years."
Song Qing didn't say anything, wiped the corners of his eyes without leaving a trace, turned around and walked out of the hall.
The wine that Zhang Kuang was talking about was an old wine that his adoptive father, General Jin Yi, rewarded Zhang Kuang when he made his first meritorious service. It finally came in use today.
Zhang Kuang was also a good drinker when he was young, but ever since Jin Yi was given the gift of alcohol consciousness, Zhang Kuang vowed not to drink until he unified the world.
This jar of wine was also collected by Zhang Kuang for fifty-seven years.
People dare not even count ten years in their lifetime, let alone fifty-seven years.
"Han Zhong!"
"The end is here!"
"Do you have anyone under your command who is better at using flintlock guns and serial muskets, and whose leader is more powerful?"
Han Zhong thought for a while and nodded: "There is a young man named Chang Qing. The general thinks highly of him. When we were in the east...he was the one who led the people when testing guns and artillery. He is very capable."
Liu Mingzhi nodded silently: "You put Changqing under the command of the unbearable, lead a thousand brothers, five thousand thunderbolts, a thousand flintlock rifles, and sufficient ammunition to assist the unbearable pagoda army!"
"You lead a thousand brothers under Baoyu's command, and the troops you lead are the same as Changqing."
"The general will get the order!"
"Jiang Lei!"
"The end is here!"
"You have seen the use of rockets when I attacked the capital. Your role this time is to lead several Lei Zhenzi, rockets and artillery into Yunzhou to assist General Yunchong in defending the city."
"I can't guarantee how much I can grant you. It depends on what Deputy Commander Song and Quartermaster Tang Ru want!"
"You will finally understand!"
Zhang Kuang couldn't help but help him: "You can't make the decision to give more batches to Jiang Lei. The situation here is much better than that in Yunzhou. If you can let him bring more igniters, just bring him more igniters!"
Liu Mingzhi sighed and shook his head: "General Zhang, I want them to bring more firearms more than anyone else, but I have to have so many firearms. If there are enough firearms, I don't have to rack my brains here to think of countermeasures.
Already."
"This commander-in-chief can return to work with one hundred thousand soldiers and horses, and the Jin Kingdom and the Turks can be restored."
"How can I not understand the power of firearms? After all, don't I still have no money? The national treasury is already very limited in supplying grain and grass. How can I have any extra silver to make firearms? I have already spent all I can on my own!"
"No matter how abundant the national treasury is before, you can't stop the continuous consumption of hundreds of thousands of troops!"
Looking at Liu Mingzhi's expression of resentment, Zhang Kuang didn't say anything, but kept sighing.
Liu Mingzhi made it very clear that it was all about having no money.
The consumption of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses is not a small amount.
"Commander, uncle, the wine is here!"
Song Qing walked in with a jar of wine, which relieved the dull atmosphere in the hall.
Song Qing didn't mind the dust on the wine jar, so he picked up his sleeves and wiped it, then patted the mud seal off the wine jar. A mellow aroma of wine suddenly emitted from the hall, which was refreshing.
Zhang Kuang has not drank for more than 20 years, and he couldn't help but swallow twice when he smelled the aroma of wine.
Thinking of the vows he made in front of his adoptive father's grave, Zhang Kuang pursed his lips, picked up the teapot, poured a cup, and started drinking.
Liu Mingzhi took the wine jar and rough porcelain tea bowl from Song Qing's hand, looked at the huge wine jar with less than a third of the wine in it, and directly divided the wine bowl.
"General Keyan, General Xiong...you guys, how about drinking a glass of wine with Baoyu and the others on the expedition?"
"my pleasure!"
Liu Mingzhi looked at the people holding the wine bowls. He held the wine jar and carefully poured a bowl of fifty-seven-year-old wine for them. He also poured a bowl for himself.
What a coincidence, one jar of wine was divided into eleven bowls, which is not a lot.
"Brothers, I respect you by doing the first thing."
"To the prince, may you be mighty, may you be mighty!"
A bowl of wine was drained in one go, and the sound of breaking ceramic bowls echoed in the pavilion.
Zhou Baoyu threw away the scarlet cloak behind him and knelt on one knee in front of Young Master Liu with his fists clasped: "We brothers live and die together, go and return together. I hope the sky has eyes and let my brother return in triumph, accompanying him
Commander, have another glass of wine to celebrate!"
"Brother General, please retire!"
"The great dragon is victorious!"
"The handsome man is mighty!"
Liu Mingzhi took the flag from Song Qing and put it in the hands of the four people. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes and waved gently.
"Go to war!"
"I'll say goodbye!"
"General, I will go and distribute military supplies to them!"
When the sound of footsteps could no longer be heard in the pavilion, Liu Mingzhi's eyes narrowed crimson and he resisted the flow of horse urine.
"Brothers are mighty!"
Liu Mingzhi had no idea that Zhou Baoyu and the others could return safely. Their opponent was not an ordinary person, but Huyan Yunyao, the Great Khan of Taichang, who was known as a natural handsome man.
Relying on all kinds of knowledge from his previous life, he could only get a 50-50 result in a duel with her using military skills.
In the last national war, the experienced commander-in-chief Jing Guo Gong Yunyang almost suffered a big loss even though his troops were equal. If Duan Buhan could not bear them to rush to Jeju from the Jin Kingdom, the army on the left would have been killed or injured.
The results were also extremely disastrous.
The two of them were like this, not to mention Zhou Baoyu and the other slightly inferior generals!
Recalling what the old man Wen Renzheng had said about Hu Yanjunyao by his side in the past, Liu Mingzhi's pressure became even heavier.
"Zi Yi, Zi Le may not be as good as you in political affairs and as a person, but in terms of military use, she has a talent that ordinary people cannot match."
"This is the ability given to her by God, and no one can change it!"
God, bless Baoyu and the others for persisting for thirty-five days, otherwise Liu Mingzhi will still owe many more blood debts!
They conquered the Western Regions with more than 70,000 people, and the last national war cost more than 90,000 people. If Zhou Baoyu and the others had a bad start this time, the blood debt they would bear would be less than 200,000 people.
Two hundred thousand!
After letting out a gentle breath, Liu Mingzhi walked towards the sand table again.
"General Zhang, this time we may have to use some of our ancestors' gadgets!"
Zhang Kuang was stunned and looked at Liu Mingzhi blankly.
"Ancestor's stuff?"
"Yes, it's the stuff of our ancestors. Are you anxious for the skilled craftsmen in the city to wait in the middle of the army? I want them to modify something?"
"Can I take the liberty to ask what you are building? I will call upon craftsmen who specialize in their crafts. Blacksmith? Carpenter? Utensil maker?"