"Let them clean up the battlefield."
Xu Te looked at the surrendering Hu people in front of him and said coldly.
At this time, Meng Lang came over and asked puzzledly: "Why don't you kill these barbarians who are a burden?"
Hearing that Meng Lang said he wanted to kill them, the Hu people were all pale and trembling. They kowtowed to Xu Te desperately and shouted for mercy.
"Let them clean up the battlefield." Xu Te ignored him and said coldly.
Meng Lang and Xu Te were camp leaders, but they were the camp leaders of the Kingdom of Israel, a vassal state of Zhaojiazhuang.
Xu Te is also the camp leader, but he is the camp leader of Zhaojiazhuang.
As the camp leader, Meng Lang has the right to make suggestions, but whether to adopt them or not depends on Xu Te.
Meng Lang couldn't believe it: "General Xu, aren't they a burden? Why not kill them."
"This is a hostage. The barbarians will be wary of keeping them here." At this time, Chen Hua also spoke and gave his reasons.
Meng Lang thought for a while and expressed his reasons: "Not only are they a burden, but they will also expose us."
"These Hu people have had their backs broken and no longer have the courage to fight." Xu Te shook his head and glanced contemptuously at the Hu people who kept kowtowing. "The Hu people's military regulations are very strict. The Hu people suffered such heavy casualties. They must have thought that when they go back If you don’t try your best, you will only die.”
When the Hu people heard this, they all looked grateful and kowtowed to Xu Te and Chen Hua desperately.
"Aren't you going to clean up the battlefield?" Chen Hua stared at them and said coldly.
The barbarians were like great lords. After kowtowing to the three men, they hurriedly went to clean up the battlefield.
The Hu people tried their best to express themselves, fearing that they would be beheaded by Meng Lang, a lustful man.
Meng Lang did not argue anymore, but asked extremely worriedly: "We killed nearly two thousand Hu cavalry, which will inevitably arouse the anger of the Hu people. Now we are in the territory of the Hu people. What should we do next?"
"How did the little saint arrange it?" Xu Te had no better idea for a moment, but turned to look at Chen Hua.
After speaking, Xu Te stretched out his hand towards Chen Hua, and Chen Hua nodded: "The little saint has already made arrangements."
He took out a small box from his sleeve, opened a brochure with Lanzhou written on it, and handed it to Xu Te.
"Ningzhou." He opened the kit and read it out loud.
Chen Hua looked at the battlefield, where there were Hu horses that had lost their owners, Hu weapons discarded everywhere, and mountains of Hu corpses, and he sighed in his heart.
"Although we won the battle, how are we going to clean the battlefield and make arrangements today?" Chen Hua didn't know what to do with the corpses of more than 3,000 barbarians.
"Have a rest for the Hu people, bury them on the spot, treat the wounded, rescue the horses, and pack the Hu people's weapons and leather armor." Xu Te thought for a while, "Although the Hu people's weapons are not as good as those in Zhaojiazhuang, they are still useful. After all, this is not Xi County. , can be used as a backup.”
Chen Hua nodded: "That's right, stay away from Xi County now, and you must be prepared with weapons."
Amidst the sounds of tramp, tap, and horse steps, Zhao Yang finally came over at this time.
Just now he was too tired to move. He could only hold on to the horse to prevent him from falling off.
Chen Hua looked at Zhao Yang and was shocked when he saw old and new blood on his face and chest: "Is Chongyang injured?"
"This is the blood from those two barbarians. I am not injured, but my whole body is sore and weak and I don't want to move." Zhao Yang shook his head and answered weakly.
Chen Huacai felt relieved, took out the maza, and opened his hands: "Thank you for your hard work on the Double Ninth Festival. You actually killed Captain Khufu. I will help you dismount. Drink tea to calm your shock and relieve your fatigue."
Chongyang's soldiers were not idle either. Together with Chen Hua, they helped Chongyang off his horse and hurriedly changed his clothes.
"Drink tea." Chen Hua took a cup of tea from his own soldier and brought it to Zhao Yang himself.
Meng Lang was in a very complicated mood now. His performance was too poor today.
Not only did he lose his own face, he also lost the face of the Kingdom of Israel.
To be honest, he was very disgusted with Zhaojiazhuang's establishment of the post of chief register, thinking that Zhaojiazhuang was controlling the troops of the Kingdom of Israel.
Meng Lang went to Prime Minister Ye Yonghua and King Fei Sifu many times, insisting that no master register should be established and that it was best to eliminate all Zhaojiazhuang people from the kingdom's soldiers and horses.
He is the Minister of War of the Kingdom of Israel and does not need anyone else to tell him what to do.
For this reason, he came to the palace of the Kingdom of Israel and asked to see King Feisifu and Prime Minister Jehovah Yonghua, hoping that he would come forward to resolve the matter.
"Now that there is no land in the Kingdom of Israel, people and property can leave Zhaojiazhuang. Is this possible?" Jehovah Yonghua gave an example and smiled bitterly.
Meng Lang's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but ask, "Pugong, it seems you are not willing to accept it either."
"Except for little saints, who else in the world is willing to help the Kingdom of Israel recover?" Jehovah Yonghua shook his head in pain while looking at the map.
"Nothing can support a country more than soldiers and horses. Without soldiers and horses, how can we open up territory for the kingdom?" Meng Lang did not give in and still insisted on his opinion.
Jehovah Yonghua raised his head from the map, looked at Meng Lang, and sighed: "Who doesn't want to expand the territory and expand the territory, but without the support of the little saint, this idea is probably a castle in the air."
Seeing Jehovah Yonghua looking at him with bright eyes, Meng Lang sighed and lowered his head.
Seeing that his persuasion was ineffective, Meng Lang left Jehovah's residence unhappy.
"You don't want the chief secretary of Zhaojiazhuang, and you don't want the soldiers of Zhaojiazhuang?" Looking at the background of Meng Lang leaving, Ye Yonghua kept sneering, "Don't you want to be a local emperor?"
The staff member He Zhi hurriedly closed the door of the public room, stepped forward and said with a charming smile: "This person seems to be very ambitious. Instead of handing the troops to Meng Lang, it is better to hand them over to the little saint. At least the little saint is sincerely helping the kingdom to recover." .”
"Having high vision but low hand, being unrealistic and self-righteous." Ye Yonghua nodded, drinking tea with a cold glint in his eyes.
Meng Lang left Jehovah Yonghua's residence and came to Fei Sifu's residence. He reported to Fei Sifu: "Your Highness, all the soldiers and horses in the kingdom are from Zhaojiazhuang. Your Highness, are the soldiers and horses from Zhaojiazhuang or your Highness?" of?"
Meng Lang's words were extremely heartbreaking and directly separated the little saint from Fei Sifu.
As he spoke, he looked at Fei Sifu to see how he would answer.
Fei Sifu was reading the official document when he heard Meng Lang asking for an audience and put down the official document in his hand.
He put aside the official documents from Xixian County, raised his head in a friendly manner, and motioned to the guards to serve Meng Lang tea.
"Zitao has worked hard on training." Seeing Meng Lang's tanned skin, Fei Sifu did not answer his question directly, but at the same time bowed his hand.
Meng Lang hurriedly put down the teacup in his hand, stepped aside and bowed at the same time: "Training troops for His Highness is your duty, why bother?"
"Zitao, how many children do you have?" Fei Sifu asked suddenly as he watched Meng Lang drinking tea.
Meng Lang didn't understand the meaning of Fei Sifu's words, so he put down his tea cup and replied hastily: "Your Majesty, I have ten children, four legitimate sons and daughters, and six common sons and daughters."
He had a wife and two concubines. Naturally, there were not as many legitimate sons and daughters as there were concubines and concubines.
"Congratulations to Zi Tao for having many children and a prosperous family." Fei Sifu nodded and congratulated him.
Meng Lang was embarrassed to answer: "Wei Chen's children are relatively small. I heard that there are thirty children of Ye Gong, and including grandchildren, there are at least hundreds."
After saying that, he had an envious tone and look in his mouth and eyes.
At this point, Meng Lang felt something was wrong. Fei Sifu didn't answer his question. Could it be that he wanted to change the topic.
"We are all parents, and we know that raising children is not easy. Zi Tao, the kingdom is still a newly born baby, crying for feeding. Now it needs your protection, Gu, please ask Zi Tao." At this point, Fei Sifu said to him. He bowed solemnly to Meng Lang.
Fei Sifu did not answer Meng Lang's question directly, but cleverly answered it from a baby's perspective.
The implication of Fei Sifu is profound, and the underlying meaning is that the Kingdom of Israel is still in the infant stage of sucking milk.
As for your thoughts, they are considered by adults and cannot be considered by a nursing baby.
Meng Lang's heart trembled, he could only nod his head, stepped aside, and hurriedly returned the courtesy: "Wei Chen understands."
"I'm telling you, Your Highness, this person is very courageous." Seeing Meng Lang's retreating figure, staff member Fei Mingyue shook his head, "My wings haven't hardened yet, so I can't wait to drive away Zhaojiazhuang. Is he doing it for Your Highness or for the sake of others?" Own?"
Fei Sifu said nothing, but looked at Meng Lang's back thoughtfully while drinking tea.
Fei Si returned to his harem after duty. Of course, his harem only consisted of his family, ten guards, ten maids and eunuchs.
Princess Liu Ruxu hurriedly greeted him and personally took off his official uniform and put him into home clothes.
Fei Sifu took the tea handed to him by the palace maid and took a sip.
He looked at Liu Ruxu repeatedly, which made Liu Ruxu puzzled: "My lord, there are no flowers on my face."
"My beloved, although you don't have flowers, you are more beautiful than flowers." Fei Sifu looked at Liu Ruxu again, his voice full of surprise.
Liu Ruxu's face turned red and she couldn't help but lower her head: "The official is coaxing me again. I don't know where I ate honey and what I said was so sweet."
"My dear concubine, I found that you have really become more beautiful. Could it be that you used some gouache?" After saying that, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch Liu Ruxu.
Liu Ruxu hurriedly got out of the way and winked at Fei Si again.
When the maids and eunuchs saw everything, they immediately lowered their heads to indicate that they had not seen it.
Fei Sifu retracted his hand sheepishly and smiled sheepishly.
Seeing Fei Sifu retracting his hand, Liu Ruxu smiled slightly and said solemnly: "My lord, I didn't use any gouache. I just felt that my skin was dry, so I smeared clam oil on my face and lips."
"After applying it, my face feels moister and I feel more comfortable." After saying that, Liu Ruxu couldn't help but touch her face.
Fei Sifu put away his curious hand, but did not withdraw his eyes: "My concubine is indeed beautiful. It seems that this clam oil can not only moisturize the skin, but also have beautifying effects."
"Indeed, it makes people feel much more energetic." After hearing what Fei Sifu said, Liu Ruxu asked the palace maid to take a look at the bronze mirror. After looking at it repeatedly, she was filled with surprises, "I didn't expect that the Clam Immortal Oil would still be there." Cosmetic effects.”
When Fei Sifu saw the clam oil on the coffee table, he couldn't help but be surprised: "My dear concubine, how come there are ten clam oils? Did you find out that it has beautifying effects and went out to buy it?"
The kingdom is very poor now. He doesn't even want eunuchs or maids, but he was rejected by the ministers of the kingdom.
The minister's reason was very simple. What would a palace be called without eunuchs and maids?
Hearing this, Fei Sifu had no choice but to buy ten eunuchs and maids.
Now Ai Fei actually bought ten clam oils at once. Although he didn't say it, he was definitely not happy.
"Officer, this Clam Immortal Oil was not purchased by the slave family, but was distributed by the Little Saint." Liu Ruxu saw Fei Sifu's expression change greatly, and she didn't know what he was thinking, so she hurriedly explained.
Fei Sifu was even more puzzled. His eyes looked at the Clam Immortal Oil and then rested on Liu Ruxu's face: "Why did the little saint give out Clam Immortal Oil?"
"The little sage said that of course Li'er should be given half of the shares in Benxian Oil Factory." Liu Ruxu explained, "The official used to think that the little sage had treated Li'er badly, but he did not expect that the little sage was so kind to Li'er. "
"The little saint is indeed kind to Li'er. Now the supply of Clam Immortal Oil exceeds the demand. The merchant's order has already been due for next year." Fei Sifu shook his head, completely unexpected that Clam Immortal Oil would be so popular.
Liu Ruxu looked at Fei Sifu in confusion, frowned and asked, "Officials don't like Clam Immortal Oil very much, so why are they so concerned about Clam Immortal Oil?"
"Although officials rarely use clam oil, there is an introduction to the clam oil workshop in the official document." Fei Sifu picked up the tea cup and spoke in a relaxed tone after taking a sip.
"So it's like this. The little sage also gave the family twenty sets of things to keep out the cold. There is no need to buy them for winter this year." Liu Ruxu said happily, "The little sage said that these were also issued by Li'er's workshop's half-made wool shares. .”
Having said this, Liu Ruxu looked at Fei Sifu and frowned when she saw Fei Sifu's expression.
"The little saint was too kind to Li'er, which made the official a little embarrassed." Fei Sifu hurriedly drank tea to cover up his embarrassed expression.
Liu Ruxu nodded, tapped Fei Sifu's forehead with her finger, and said angrily: "Li'er has half of the shares, and the year-end share may be more than the royal palace's funds."
"There are so many. The kingdom is so poor now. As a citizen of the kingdom, Li'er should make her own contribution to the kingdom." Fei Sifu blurted out suddenly.
Liu Ruxu's expression changed and she shook her head: "This is Li'er's dowry, and the officials actually have Li'er's idea. This is not acceptable."
Regarding these, Meng Lang certainly didn't know what happened to the Kingdom of Israel after he left.
He now came to Yun Shuchen, bowed respectfully, and said embarrassedly: "Thank you Master Yun. If it weren't for Master Yun, I would have almost become a criminal in history."
The most effective soldiers and horses in the Kingdom of Israel are all here. If it weren't for Yun Shuchen, they would most likely be buried here.
"It doesn't matter, it's the first time for Zi Tao (Meng Lang) to lead an army, and he encountered the most powerful archers of the Hu people. This is normal." Yun Shuchen comforted him while returning the courtesy.
Meng Lang's face turned red as he looked at the Kingdom soldiers coming and going to clean up the battlefield.
A soldier of the kingdom was passing by here holding a bent bow thrown away by the barbarians.
When he saw Meng Lang, his eyes were full of disdain, but when he looked at Yun Shuchen, his eyes were full of passion.
Meng Lang saw the soldiers' eyes, shook his head in pain, and thought angrily: "We are all soldiers of the kingdom, and we should be united. Why don't you focus on serving the country, but instead think about things outside yourself? Isn't this reasonable?"
However, he couldn't say these words and could only bury them in his heart.
"Report to the chief clerk, what should we do with these injured horses, dead horses, and wounded men?" Chen Hua, the leader of the formation named Wanping, asked.
"Try your best to save injured horses, but war horses are rare. Dead horses are slaughtered and eaten as meat." Chen Hua thought for a while and looked at the battlefield. "If the wounded cannot ride a horse, buy a carriage."
Wan Ping nodded: "Master Chen, how much do you want to buy?"
"Buy as many as possible, a hundred vehicles in total. This is not far from Lanzhou anyway, and there are also weapons and leather armor that need to be transported." Chen Hua said while looking at the battlefield.
The soldiers and horses of Zhaojiazhuang are different from those of the Song Dynasty. In wartime, the military power is in the hands of the general, and in peacetime, the military power is in the hands of the chief, and the logistics are also in the hands of the chief, preventing the general from covering the sky with one hand.
Wan Ping nodded and looked at the cold protection items on the caravan.
He bowed his hands and made a suggestion after thinking for a while: "Master Chen, Lanzhou is also on the Silk Road. There are many foreign merchants coming and going, so I don't know how to sell some."
"Okay, there were barbarians watching before, but now these worries have been solved. You can take out a hundred sets and try it." Chen Hua nodded.
Wan Ping directed his 120 men to carry things to keep out the cold, and bowed his hands: "As ordered."
"This is not silk or porcelain. How is the market going?" Chen Hua looked at their retreating figures and asked to himself.
Two hours passed unknowingly. Chen Hua drank tea and recorded the cleaning situation on the battlefield.
He looked at the hourglass and couldn't help but worry about Wanping's situation, so he couldn't help but look in the direction of Lanzhou.
