Wai Lang, a member of the ancestral hall, a transit envoy on Fujian Road, and a native of Pang.
This is a more household name than Ptolemy I, at least in China. Because he is Bao Zheng's archenemy and the prototype of Master Pang.
However, the two men met by chance.
Just when the latter was surrounded by fire, the former was traveling all night to Quanzhou because he missed Sutou.
Originally, he should have stayed in Fuzhou, the administrative office, but the transfer envoy was supposed to "go to the office every year" to fulfill his basic functions of "checking reserves and auditing accounts". This is called "tour calendar".
However, as the prototype of the provincial governor, the transfer envoy's functions since its establishment have extended to areas such as border security, legal proceedings, and supervision of talents. And Pang Ji is about to pick up one of them now.
"Commander, look, there's a ship on fire over there."
"Where? Ah! Is that Luoyang River? How could such a thing happen? Come over and have a look!"
"Here!"
The group of people quickly ran towards the river, and they heard calls for help and screams.
The cry was so shrill that it made people shudder, and even Pang Ji's hands couldn't help but tremble.
In fact, it's not that the Macedonians are loud and loud, but that Greek fire is really powerful - it is made of petroleum and is lighter in density than water, so even if it burns, it floats on the water and burns. .
This created the situation Ptolemy now faced. If you stay on the boat, you will be engulfed in flames. But if you jump into the river, you will be directly cooked by the floating flames.
In fact, at the beginning, some soldiers subconsciously fled into the water - this subconscious choice should come from the experience of land combat. But soon the fire began to burn on them. Even if they hid under the water, they might fall into the sea of fire again when they came out for air.
So Ptolemy witnessed the tragic death of many soldiers, including even two close associates.
However, he had no time to grieve as he needed to think about how to escape. But the flames spread surprisingly quickly on the water, and soon covered a large area of the surrounding water.
"It's weird! It's too weird! Why is the water burning? Isn't this the work of ghosts and gods?"
His younger brother Menelaus came from behind, his face full of panic.
"You didn't jump just now, I'm so happy for you. My stupid brother!" Ptolemy looked down on him a little. Although his heart was numb, he still pretended to be calm, at least he could think calmly.
But the Greek fire spread much faster on the water than on land with obstacles, which shortened Ptolemy's thinking time.
In desperation, Ptolemy had no choice but to shout based on his experience on land: "Throw some sand down and see if it can cover the fire."
The soldiers immediately complied, and there was just enough ballast in the ship for this purpose. But the second they realized, their commander was a fool.
This is fucking on the water, anything thrown out will sink, okay, it can be covered with wool.
Ptolemy was obviously aware of this. But the fire had forced him into the cabin. He also didn't expect that the fire would burn so quickly that the ballast the soldiers had just moved out would have to be thrown on the road.
But the miraculous thing is that these ballasts thrown on the deck miraculously blocked the spread of the flames!
This would have made Ptolemy ecstatic!
His stupid brother realized immediately: "There is no water here, so we can't burn it. We have to go to a place without water."
"Idiot! The ship's planks are still burning. The fire has nothing to do with whether there is water or not!"
But among the surrounding soldiers, in such a chaotic situation, some of them obviously only heard the first sentence clearly, but did not hear what Ptolemy said.
After all, the first sentence is very enlightening to them who are also fools.
So, someone immediately found the answer: "Land, there is no water on land!"
"Quick! Paddle! Get to the shore!"
So, after a lot of messy searching, the ship Ptolemy was on successfully ran aground on the beach, and they swarmed down, rolling and crawling in an attempt to put out the flames.
Behind them, several other ships sank before reaching the shore due to slow response.
As for the people on top, whether they jumped into the river or those who failed to escape in the cabin, they were all reduced to ashes amidst the screams.
The servants of the Pang family who came to the rescue looked at all this in incomprehensible horror, and did not even notice that the basin for scooping water fell to the ground.
However, not everyone is so slow, at least Alexander from Linkas is much sharper.
This Alexander was not the king of Ptolemy and Menelaus, but another Alexander from the Linkas region. In order to distinguish the two people, everyone specially added the hometown of Alexander in front.
However, this Alexander was inseparable from the death of the previous king Philip II. If he hadn't been the first to support Alexander, he might have died a long time ago.
Now, as the main deputy of the cavalry team, he is leading two cavalry squadrons, a team of about 400 people, back here at full speed.
The only regret is that the Macedonians, the so-called northern barbarians, are not actually good at hunting on horseback. Greece's mountain industry limited the natural selection direction of horses, so that there were no good breeds in their territory. This makes horses and cavalry rare.
There are probably only sixteen companion cavalry squadrons in the entire Macedonia. The so-called partner cavalry is the most elite part of the cavalry. They are responsible for reconnaissance and critical moment impact operations, and are the most relied upon by the entire corps.
Now that they were dispatched to rescue, it was obvious that Alexander attached great importance to the two brothers.
In this case, these two people were relieved.
But they seem to have ignored another factor: the enemy!
"Archer! Release!"
At some point, a roar with a non-standard accent came from the mountains not far away. Countless torches flashed light erratically, and the sound of bowstrings ringing was not uniform at all. However, it could not withstand the carpet bombing of more than 300 archers, which was enough to control the narrow strip of the river bank.
Alexander of Linkas, who led the charge, was the first to be hit by an arrow and fell from his horse. The cavalry behind him had to slow down their advance because of the continuous accumulation of corpses and stranded ships in front of them. As a result, they piled up into a bloated formation.
In this way, a perfect target is formed!
"Ah ha ha ha!" Pang Ji laughed. Just as the servants fled back in embarrassment, this famous official of the Northern Song Dynasty who would resist Xixia and govern Yunei in the future was laughing heartily!
Alexander of Linkas did not know why. This "enemy" seems to be a little close. He threw a javelin in that direction, and it hit Pang Ji's carriage.
"Bold maniac!"
Pang Ji was immediately furious. He was working all the way to the frontier and was a high official in the border area, but he was almost assassinated by a group of madmen! How could this make him not angry?
But the fanatics had no time to pay attention to the future border marshal and continued to attack Pang Ji with various throwing weapons.
It wasn't until Li Ning and Puyane on the mountain realized something was wrong and started throwing clay pots filled with Greek fire down the mountain that the Macedonian offensive was terminated because of the sudden fire!
However, the fire was too close to Pang Ji, and the servants were so frightened that they quickly protected him and left.
As for where to hide, there was really no choice. The nearby manor was apparently the only place where one could temporarily seek refuge.
So Pang Ji and others went in more, and what happened was that Pu Yane and others were about to lead people to rush out to capture the prisoners, so the two sides met each other and exchanged names by the way.
"May I ask which officer is in danger? I am a merchant in Xiabo, Puyana, and with the dealers in my hands, I can restrain thieves and predators. Please be safe, officer!"
Pang Ji thought from the beginning that bandits were looting the farm - his hometown was very close to Shuibo Liangshan. Although Songjiang was not born yet, with such folk customs, how could there be less bandits? Where there are bandits, there will naturally be plunder. How can similar things be rare? ——So he easily accepted Puyane's explanation. Most of the precautions in my heart were abandoned, so I stepped forward and cupped my hands and said, "My surname is Pang, my name is Chun, and I am a martial artist from Shanzhou."
Before he finished speaking, the expressions of the elders behind Pu Yane had already changed, because it was clearly written on the carriage: "Ancestral Minister Wai Lang, Fujian Road Transfer Envoy, Pang!"
Li Ning also saw this line, and immediately felt a little dizzy - isn't this dear friend Bao Zheng's enemy in the TV series, Master Pang? !
I didn’t expect that I would meet him once I traveled back through time!
However, Pang Ji in history is an out-and-out virtuous prime minister. Sima Guang, who has taken textbooks, and Di Qing, who has produced cartoons, were both recommended by this dear friend.
Li Ning seemed to see a thick golden thigh waving to him. Only Puyane, an idiot, would leave the reception of important people to the elders of the family, while he led the young men to capture the prisoners.
Because we need to wait for the fire to subside slightly, this capture will naturally take some time. So Li Ning could only wait where he was.
The reason why he had to wait was because he wanted to verify his suspicions from the prisoners. If they were really Macedonians who traveled through time, then things would be very serious.
Interestingly, Pang Ji had no intention of leaving, and he even politely declined the elders' offer to invite him to tea.
Of course, he didn't have Li Ning's thoughts. Although both of them wanted to know the identities of the fanatics, Pang Ji let out a sigh of relief, insisting on knowing where these bastards came from.
However, when the fanatics were finally brought up, their mouths were full of mumbled Greek, which immediately made Pang Ji as dizzy as Li Ning.
Fortunately, the golden age of the Arabs produced countless Greek translators for them. Li Ning, the Arabic translator of Two Knives, can actually work part-time as the Greek translator of Three Knives, and by the way, he can also work on "deciphering" the classical Greek of Seven Knives!
