Chapter eight hundred and fiftieth chapters own sins
At the end of December of the second year of Dalong Ruian, in the winter, heavy snow closed the roads and the weather was cold, so the 400,000 troops had to camp on the spot!
There are 70,000 to 80,000 tents standing in the boundless sea of snow, all with steaming stoves burning in the tents.
Song Qing shivered and shook off the snowflakes on his cloak and got into Young Master Liu's hot tent.
"The weather in Gouri is so cold, it freezes a person to death. If you hadn't asked the supply camp to prepare the furnace in advance, the army would have been paralyzed!"
Liu Mingzhi put down the heavy map and sighed: "Although I had expected it, it wasn't until I encountered it that I realized that I had underestimated the weather in the Western Regions! Didn't the soldiers and horses suffer from frostbite?"
"That's not true, but now we are short of men and horses, and the morale of the soldiers is not very high! In addition, tomorrow is the New Year, so it is inevitable that I will miss my hometown a little bit, but fortunately it is not a big problem!"
"Well, the expedition is bound to go through this kind of training. If there is a train, forget it and forget about these useless things! Has the second batch of grain and grass from the Ministry of Revenue arrived?"
Song Qing nodded: "This is exactly what I came here for. The second batch of grain and grass has just been handed over. The grain transport officer almost didn't curse, but Jiang Shangshu spent a lot of money to support our Western Expedition this time!"
Liu Mingzhi looked at Song Qing curiously: "What's going on? What did Lao Jiang send?"
Song Qing took out a list from his arms and handed it to Young Master Liu: "Read it for yourself, I'm sure you will be surprised!"
Liu Mingzhi took the list handed over by Song Qing in surprise and looked at it with a look of surprise on his face.
"Hey! The dried meat alone is worth more than 800,000 taels of silver. Don't you think Lao Jiang is going to spend it? All the fresh dried meat from Turks is purchased locally from the North Xinjiang Mutual Market and shipped here!"
"There are also one million phoenix feather arrows and 10,000 new weapons, horse spears. Is the tax revenue this year so much?"
Song Qing held a cup of hot tea to warm up: "Don't you feel a little bit stressed after seeing this list?"
Liu Mingzhi looked at Song Qing in astonishment: "Pressure?"
Song Qing curled his lips and said, "Believe it or not, if this Western Expedition fails, Jiang Shangshu dares to hang himself in front of your house in the middle of the night! Jiang Shangshu, who has always been demanding, is rarely generous. How can you not let him see the reward?"
Old Jiang's 'ugly' face flashed through Young Master Liu's mind and he shuddered: "When you say that, I am really under a lot of pressure?"
"By the way, Marshal, have you noticed that the weather has been a bit weird recently? According to my habit of practicing martial arts and resting for many years, it is almost midnight and the sky has just darkened. How could it be so weird?"
Liu Mingzhi smiled cheerfully and fiddled with the briquettes in the stove with a pair of fire tongs: "You will get used to it in the future. This is the time difference. The sky in the Western Regions is much darker than ours, which only goes into the night at two o'clock in the evening."
"how do you know?"
"Read more and sleep less, you will know!"
"What a fool! You are the only one who likes reading books!"
Liu Mingzhi dropped the tongs and clapped his hands: "Song Qing listens to the order!"
"exist!"
There was a smile on Young Master Liu's lips: "In order to prevent the brothers from losing morale, we ordered the three armies to come out and line up!"
"Got the order!"
"Commander, you have to give some reason, right? The soldiers who came out to line up in such a cold day must be cursing their mothers!"
Young Master Liu took off the cloak behind him and moved his wrists, squinting at Song Qing: "Snowball fight, 400,000 people having a snowball fight together is something that will go down in history!"
"ah?"
"Ah what? The three armies are all brothers today. There is no difference between a general and a soldier. You can hit whoever you want with a snowball!"
Song Qing looked at Young Master Liu suspiciously: "Are you sure you can hit whoever you want?"
"It's a piece of cake to have a mountain of military orders. Of course, you can hit whoever you want!"
Song Qing licked the corner of his mouth: "I will retire at the end!"
After Song Qing left, Young Master Liu looked at Murong Shan, who was sitting aside and mending her shirt with needle and thread: "Shan'er, let's go together!"
Murong Shan shook her head: "I won't go, I'm not used to it!"
"Okay, if you feel bored, go out for a walk. You can't escape the cold weather anyway, so just comfort yourself and enjoy the snow scenery!"
After Young Master Liu got out of the tent, a steady stream of soldiers came out of the tent and arranged themselves in their own square formations.
In the blink of an eye, the overwhelming army blocked the beautiful scenery in the snow: "Do you know all of my commander's orders?"
After the messenger conveyed Young Master Liu's words, Young Master Liu looked at the silent army of 400,000 and was a little stunned. He didn't know what was going on for a moment.
Could it be that the soldiers were homesick and lacked interest?
"Come on, kill this inhumane commander and make him practice every day until we can't even get out of bed!"
Young Master Liu stared blankly at the 400,000-strong army that grabbed a handful of snowballs from his feet and rushed toward him and shuddered. "Isn't it just that you have been training hard for five months? Do you have such deep grievances?"
The 400,000-strong army rushing toward him looked like a mountain falling apart. Young Master Liu swallowed his saliva and ran away.
However, maybe the grudges of the soldiers were too deep, and the overwhelming snowballs were flying towards them like an avalanche.
"You little bastards, just wait. You will suffer a lot after today. I have to train you to death!"
Young Master Liu rushed to leave a harsh word and did not dare to stop at all.
It took half a stick of incense before Young Master Liu's harsh words spread to the ears of the entire army.
Song Qing held a big snowball and chased after Young Master Liu: "Brothers, the inhuman commander has taken care of him anyway. He will be punished whether he fights or not, so let's have a good time.
Bar!"
In one stick of incense, the 400,000-strong army seemed to have a steady stream of strength and charged towards Young Master Liu.
Young Master Liu shivered and ran on the boundless snowfield to avoid the snowballs coming from all directions.
Young Master Liu looked back at the army behind him like a tide and shed tears of regret.
That night of running on the snow was the fault of this young master himself!
"Your Majesty, Princess Yan Yu is back and waiting outside the palace!"
Queen Emei Yining, who was reviewing the memorial, put down the ink pen in her hand: "Yan Yu is back?"
Hui'er nodded respectfully: "Yes, not only Princess Yan Yu and his wife, but also Hu Yanzhuo, the king of the Huyan tribe, also arrived outside the palace gate!"
The queen's face showed a look of surprise and uncertainty: "Hu Yanzhuo is here too?"
"Exactly!"
The queen pondered for a while and looked at Hui'er: "Please come to the study room!"
"According to the order!"
After Hui'er left, the Queen checked her clothes to see if there was any exposed area, took off one side of her snow-white cloak, put it on her back, put on her tiger leather boots and walked towards the front hall!
At the moment when a stick of incense was burning, Yan Yu and the others walked into the hall door of Shangshu room under the leadership of Hui'er.
"Hu Yanzhuo of the Huyan tribe has met the Golden Queen, so you are polite!"
"King Huyan is polite!"
"Hu Yanyu meets the Golden Emperor!"
"No gift!"
"Little sister, meet your elder sister!"
"No gift!"
The Queen responded to the three of them one by one without being humble or overbearing.
"For those of you who have come from afar, please take a seat. Please forgive me for the poor hospitality!"