Song Che liked peace and quiet, so Gao Chen ordered people to dismantle a hundred tents, clear out an open space, and set up a tent comparable to the Chinese army's tent for him to rest. Three meals a day were ordered from restaurants in the city, and A servant was specially arranged to take care of daily life, and there were guards outside the account waiting to be dispatched at any time.
Such generous treatment was like whips, hitting Song Che invisiblely. What he feared most was not the hardship, but the lack of moral integrity.
Yancheng is close to the sea, and the climate will be slightly warmer during the day, but at night, regardless of whether there is snow or frost, the sea wind blowing is like a knife blade, and you will be cut if you are exposed for a moment.
The tent is not warm, and even if the brazier is burning brightly, it will be difficult to drive away the cold air.
Late at night.
Song Che picked a bright lamp, sat cross-legged on the couch, and drew patterns on the paper over and over again with a homemade graphite pen and ruler.
"gentlemen."
A childish greeting came from outside the tent.
Song Che said softly: "Please come in."
The tent door was gently opened, and a girl of twelve or thirteen years old came in with a basin of hot water. She had her hair in a bun, and her face was flushed by the cold wind.
"Sir, I gave you some water to wash your feet. You can do it while it's hot."
She placed the foot-washing water in front of the couch and waited aside politely.
Maybe Song Che was too focused, so he just hummed and didn't get down to wash his hands.
The footbath water is steaming. The girl stared at the washbasin. After a while, she mustered up the courage to say, "Sir, the weather is cold and the water cools quickly."
Song Che then put down his pen and glanced at the girl. He really shouldn't keep people waiting, so he took off his socks and prepared to burn his feet.
The girl quickly rolled up her sleeves, squatted in front of the tub, and stretched out her hands to welcome him.
"Growing up, there was only one woman who could wash my feet. Do you know who it was?" Song Che asked the girl with a smile.
The girl shook her head and stepped aside.
Song Che said calmly: "She is my mother."
Regarding family love, it is something that Song Che has always avoided. He left modern times and traveled here. His relatives there must be very sad, right?
Mom, your son married a beautiful daughter-in-law in ancient times, but it's a pity that she can't bring her back to you.
"What's your name?" Song Che suddenly asked.
The girl replied: "Coco."
"Coco?" Song Che joked: "Do you know coffee?"
The girl thought seriously and shook her head: "I don't know."
"Hehehe..." Song Che asked with a smile: "Why is there a little girl like you in this military camp full of men?"
Coco suddenly became a little embarrassed, lowered his head and muttered: "I was begging in Yancheng. That day I saw a rich man passing by, so I went up and touched his silver... Not only did Mr. Gao not blame me, he also said, 'You He was the first person to steal my money, so he left me in the camp. On weekdays, he helped the military doctor make medicine and take care of the wounded. It is precisely because I know how to take care of people that the tall man asked me to take care of your daily life, sir. "
She is an honest and lovely girl.
Song Che washed his feet, drained them, then retreated to the couch and continued painting.
Coco poured out the water for washing her feet, then went back to the tent to warm up the charcoal fire. She waited by the stove for the hot water to boil, and poured a cup of fragrant tea for Song Che. Then she sat back by the stove, hugging her knees and warming herself by the fire. Sleepy.
"Why don't you go down and sleep?" Song Che glanced at him and asked.
Coco immediately became energetic: "If you don't sleep, sir, I won't sleep either. If your tea gets cold, I have to give you more."
Song Che shook his head and continued to draw the pattern. The little girl who dozed off almost didn't hit her head on the stove.
"cocoa."
"exist!"
The girl hurriedly stood up and went to the couch, "What are your orders, sir?"
Song Che tore off a page and crumpled it into a ball, threw it into the basket that was almost filled with paper balls, and said, "Take these waste papers and burn them. Remember, they must be burned to ashes."
Coco picked up the basket and asked curiously: "Sir, you have been painting all night and throwing it away all night. What are you painting?"
Song Che smiled and said: "It is a kind of firearm. If it can be made, the Japanese pirates will get out of the beam obediently."
"It's so powerful!" The girl opened her eyes wide, "Sir, you must work harder so that this firearm can be born as soon as possible and drive those Japanese pirates who kill thousands of swords out of our homeland!"
Yes, Song Che spent all his time and brains to design a cannon in the true sense!
The principle of artillery is the same as that of muskets. They use gunpowder to burn, generate high temperature and high pressure, and push the shells out. However, the barrel of artillery is often dozens of times thicker than that of muskets. Not only is the manufacturing process complicated, but it also requires higher accuracy and a greater risk factor.
He was not a military expert, so it would definitely not be easy for him to create this killing weapon by guesswork.
The road is long and far away, I will search up and down.
"Coco, wake me up after midnight tomorrow."
"OK."
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There is no room for sleeping in in the military camp.
Just after the ugly time, cooking began in the military camp.
When Mao hour arrived, Song Che was completely awakened by the sound of horse hooves. He ordered his troops and generals, and the fire was bright.
Song Che huddled in bed and didn't get up until Coco came to call him. When he walked out of the tent, three thousand Yangzhou troops had been assembled and ready to go.
"May all our soldiers return in triumph!"
Gao Chen drank a glass of wine and saw off the civil servants and military officers in the snow.
"Go to war!"
Bao Dayou shouted with his real arms.
Three thousand soldiers and horses marched towards Baimuguan in the dancing snow.
"Brother Bai, do you think I can be a general?" Jiang Yuntian suddenly came over and asked.
Song Che raised his eyebrows, "Why do you suddenly ask this question?"
In fact, this is not a problem at all. With Jiang Yuntian's strength, it was only a matter of time before he became a general.
In the past at the Eight Immortals Tower, he protected Gao Chen with his own strength. This was a life-threatening favor. With Gao Chen's status in the court and a letter of recommendation, it was not difficult to make him a general.
Jiang Yuntian said: "Yesterday I was walking in the military camp. When I passed by the training ground, I saw someone practicing fighting. The skill was really not good, so I went up to give him some advice. The other person asked me what my official position was, and I told him I am the instructor of the Yangzhou Army, but he laughed out loud and said that I was not worthy. I felt really uneasy. Do I have to be an officer to have the right to speak?"
"Why bother with these power-hungry bastards?"
Song Che said: "If you want to be a general, you must first understand what a general is -
As the saying goes, "Generals are wise, trustworthy, benevolent, courageous and strict", those who can only kill the enemy are called commanders, those who can lead troops to fight are called generals, and those who can mobilize troops and generals are called marshals;
A true general has conquered the north and south, galloped across the battlefield, made great achievements, been personally awarded by the emperor, and worshiped the general and made him a marquis. He can hold the flag in his hand, draw his sword across the horse and stand upright, so that he can intimidate the enemy;
This is what the saying goes, "You can only send flying generals to the Dragon City, but don't teach Huma to cross the Yin Mountains"! "
"Listening to Brother Bai's words is like an enlightenment... Good!"
Jiang Yuntian drew his sword and pointed to the sky, swearing in the wind and snow:
"I, Jiang Yuntian, will one day become a general and a marquis. This ambition starts with killing Japanese pirates!"
