"A big river has wide waves, and the wind blows the rice and flowers on both sides, and it is not a scene at all!"

Yang Feng said speechlessly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He was sitting in the back seat of the four-wheel drive car at this time, shamelessly hugging Han Ying with both hands, that is, the slender waist of the girl he saved, and then put his face on the back of the person, and the hand also moved its position from time to time to try to move up, and then provoked repeated reprimands. But he was as if he had never heard of it, while feeling the flexibility and firmness and the warmth of youth exercised by the hard life of the fishermen all year round, while looking at the scenery on both sides of the strait like a drunken Maiba singing loudly, from Aunt Wang to Fei'er to Hetu sometimes roaring a few words of the Tang Dynasty, the oncoming wind at a speed of fifty kilometers per hour made his singing extremely messy.

He was on the Si River.

At this time, there is no Weishan Lake, Nansi Lake did not gradually form until the Qing Dynasty, at this time there is no one, the lake area of the original Nansi Lake is all land, and even the ancient Liuhou City that was submerged at the bottom of the lake in the original history is still there at this time, of course, wetland swamps can be seen everywhere, after all, the terrain in this area is low-lying, and flood retention is the inevitable result, especially after the Yellow River seizes Si, this problem is more serious, but there is no real big lake, only the yellowed Surabaya River runs through it.

After receiving part of the water of the Yellow River, this modern river that can be said to be nameless is moving south with a momentum that is not inferior to the Huai River.

But don't expect this kind of thing on both sides of the strait with the wind blowing rice and flowers.

Years of war have made life difficult for the people in this area, death and flight have left this fertile land of the Qin and Han dynasties barren, countless rural towns have disappeared into barren grass, white bones have been annihilated in mud and sand, and only scattered tattered small fishing boats can be seen in the nascent reeds stretching on both sides. The fishermen watched in horror as the four-wheel drive, or the magical water beast in their eyes, dragged the waves against the river, rocked their boats with the wavelength tail of the spreading water, and then hurriedly knelt on the deck to worship the spectacle of the river god's apparition. Behind them, there were a few gray adobe houses with rotting thatched roofs, and men, women, and children, dressed in rags or even without clothes, knelt down in front of the house and bowed down to him, dragging their skinny bodies like the big-headed African children in the famous photograph.

"Xing, the people are suffering, dying, the people are suffering!"

Yang Feng let out a long sigh.

The people of this land have indeed experienced too much suffering!

Even when their countrymen once ruled the land.

When the little freshmen fantasize about the prosperity of the Qingming Shanghe Tu, I am afraid they will not consider it, it is a prosperous city made with the power of the country, and the weaving boats on the Bianhe River are full of the blood and sweat of all the people of the entire Great Song Dynasty, and the countless poor people in the poor countryside throughout the Great Song Dynasty are hungry and cold for the splendid prosperity of this paper.

Not to mention that when Zhang Zeduan painted this masterpiece, Fang La was leading the hungry and cold peasants to sweep through the richest southeast of the Great Song Dynasty, which was the richest place, but the common people had to rebel to find a way to survive, and not far from Zhang Zeduan's hometown, another famous figure was leading his thirty-five brothers across Shandong, and then turned into another masterpiece.

Which is more real, the Qingming Riverside Map or the Water Margin?

The latter is the real Great Song.

However, all of this was crushed by the iron hooves of the alien race.

What befell the people of this land was a catastrophe, and the Jurchen iron horsemen who swept down smashed the heads of innocent people with maces, ransacked them everything, and then took their land and turned them into slaves.

There is no difference between the Meng'an Mok system and the horse staking essence of the Eight Banners, the Jurchen military aristocracy gets the quota allowed by different ranks, and then they go to rob the Han people's fertile land, no matter who these fertile fields originally belong to, they fancy theirs, those who dare to resist directly cut off their heads, and the original owners become their serfs. With the iron hooves of the Jurchen army sweeping through the Central Plains, hundreds of people lost everything they had, and the living either did the obedient people to contribute their blood and sweat to the Jurchens and even their women, or took up arms to resist.

In the past 20 years, the rebellion in this land has never stopped, and just last year there was a 200,000-strong rebellion in Pizhou.

But alas, they all failed.

Now it's different, their savior has come.

"I am your king!"

Yang Fengzhong waved his arms and roared with full temperament.

"You come and ride."

Han Ying couldn't help shouting.

"Ride what?"

Yang Feng was stunned.

"Ride a Divine Beast!"

Han Ying looked at his left hand, which was almost covering his chest, and roared angrily.

"I don't know the way!"

Yang Feng said shamelessly.

It's like on a highway hundreds of meters wide, and he still needs to recognize the way.

"Half an hour further forward is Rencheng!"

Han Ying shouted.

Yang Feng bypassed Lanling and Tengyang, these two places belong to the edge of the hills of Shandong, although it is already the main plain, but the number of mountainous areas is still very large, whether it is the north of Lanling or the north of Tengzhou, there are high and low hills, and the most afraid of his mount beast is the mountainous area. Even if it is a four-wheel drive all-terrain vehicle, it can't hold even the most ordinary mountain road, not to mention that at this time, as long as the mountainous area is basically still in a wild state, it is impossible to have a rural cement road for him to walk, and this thing is not afraid of the water network, so he killed all the five hundred Jin troops in Taierzhuang, and piled up a Jingguan to scare the Jin army, and then entered Surabaya under the lead of Han Ying and went north.

Rencheng is Jining.

The biggest advantage of his divine beast is that it is fast on the water, this thing can reach seventy at the fastest, even if it is to save fuel and the speed limit can run fifty, and a hundred kilometers of waterway is nothing more than two hours.

"Can I enter Liangshanbo here?"

Yang Feng asked.

Rencheng is the modern urban area of Jining, but at this time the state city of Jeju is not Rencheng, but Juye, from Juye to the north is Dayozawa, or it can also be said that Liangshan Bo, and at this time Liangshan Bo is a good time for 800 miles of water to park Liangshan, Juye, Yuncheng, Wenshang, Dongping is full of water.

"Yes, the mouth of the river in front of the lotus water and go straight to Liangshanbo, the water is shallow, and the big boat can't go, but we can enter!"

Han Ying shouted.

"Do you know the heroes of Liangshan?"

Yang Feng asked curiously.

"My father used to follow Zhang Diwan, but my father didn't leave after they went south."

Han Ying said.

"Huh?!"

Yang Feng was stunned.

Zhang Diwan is Zhang Rong, it is said that he is a subordinate of Song Jiang, but it is estimated to be far-fetched, after all, when he raised an army to resist Jin, Song Jiang's bones are afraid that they are rotten, he should be the prototype of Zhang Shun, and Meng Wei and other four generals led the Liangshan Boyi Army to the south in Taizhou Shrinking Lake, using the terrain of the water network to defeat the Jin army of the tart lazy department.

The heroes of the Water Margin are indeed just legends, seventy-two of the one hundred and eight generals were made up by Shi Nai'an himself, and as for the original source of the names of the other thirty-six people, it is just a Song Dynasty novel such as the Great Song Dynasty Xuanhe Relics, and in addition to Song Jiang himself, there are a total of thirty-six brothers in him, and the other thirty-five people have no names recorded in history.

But although Water Margin is fictional, many of the heroes have story prototypes.

For example, Zhang Qing really has one.

And this person also landed on the coast with a group of rebels in the ninth year of Shaoxing, and fought until Jizhou, and then calmly retreated from the sea to Shandong, and now Liang Xing, the number one general under Yang Feng, is said to be the prototype of Yan Qing, and the name of the folk rumors when he raised troops in Taihang Mountain was Liang Qing, and the famous Liang Xiaoge was also an idol at that time. Wu Song's prototype character is in Hangzhou, a righteous man who was arrested and beheaded for his benefactor, Guan Sheng was killed by Liu Yu when he lowered his gold, and Dong Ping was a rogue, as for Lin Chong, uh, this story is pure fiction, if there is any similarity, it is a coincidence.

"Let's go, take you to be a hero of Liangshan!"

Yang Feng said to Han Ying.

"Are you going to Liangshanbo?"

Han Ying asked.

"No, I still have an old friend in Yanzhou who needs to be visited!"

Yang Feng said with a cruel smile.

It was clear that his old friends certainly didn't want him to visit.

At this moment, nearly a hundred ragged men suddenly appeared on the shore in front of them, one by one with knives, dung forks, and even wooden sticks, carrying a few bags of grain and rushing towards several small broken boats, and behind them dozens of Jin cavalry galloped forward, and soon someone pulled their bows and arrows on their horses.

"In the past!"

Yang Feng shouted.

At the same time as Han Ying turned, he immediately pulled out the SVD and pulled the bolt, at this time, the first round of arrows of the Jin cavalry had been fired, and the two men fell down screaming, and the rest of the people stopped one after another when they saw that there was no hope, and the leader waved his hand and then turned his head all, threw down the food and waited for the battle with all kinds of rudimentary weapons. Yang Feng did not hesitate to pull the trigger, although it was more than three hundred meters away at this time, and it was still on a four-wheel drive vehicle that kept shaking, his anti-heaven plug-in still made the bullet explode the head of a Jin soldier, and then his fingers kept pulling the trigger, and the Jin cavalry kept falling under the horse.

That's when both sides noticed him.

Those Jin cavalry obviously guessed his identity, and turned around one after another in horror, but unfortunately they couldn't go, Yang Feng, who re-put on the magazine, finished ten more bullets in a blink of an eye, and at this time there were only eight cavalrymen who fled at full speed, but no matter how fast they ran, it was impossible for Yang Feng to escape the effective range of SVD 800 meters when Yang Feng changed the magazine, and in the blink of an eye, they fell under the horse in the sound of gunfire.

Those people looked at Yang Feng in disbelief.

"Marshal Yue Yun, the generalissimo of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, who are you waiting for?"

Yang Feng said majestically with a gun.

At the same time, Han Ying drove a four-wheel drive vehicle to the shore, and the four wheels that were originally put away were immediately put down, and quickly drove along the grass on the riverbank to those people.

"The benefactor is Marshal Yue?"

The leader asked in a trembling voice.

"Exactly!"

Yang Feng said.

"But Marshal Yue Yunyue, who was ordered by the God of Haotian to go on a northern expedition to the Central Plains to recover Tokyo and tear up the Golden Vultures?"

The man asked again.

Yang Feng stretched out his hand and pulled out the giant Mo knife from behind his back, waved it in mid-air very arrogantly, and pointed downward in the shape.

"Yes!"

He said with a pretended arrogance.

All at once everyone fell to their knees.

"The grass people Xu Shou knocked to see the marshal, the grass people are the fishermen in Surabaya, who had fought the Jin soldiers with General Li Bao, and the grass people stayed in their hometown after General Li went south, the Jurchen exploited too hard to survive, so he took these poor brothers to loot together for a living, and the name of the marshal has long wanted to defect, but the road is blocked by the Jin soldiers, and he has not been able to do so, I don't want to see the marshal today, I hope the marshal will accept!"

The leader said.

"Get up, Li Bao is also there now, a hero like you is exactly what Ben Shuai needs, since you have joined my volunteer army, you are all brothers, and you will be blessed and enjoy hardships in the future."

Yang Feng put on a Song Jiang face, helped him up and said.

"I am willing to go to the soup for the marshal!"

Xu Shou and others said.

"You immediately go and get the armor and weapons left by those Jurchens and then get on the boat, and Ben Shuai will take you to open Rencheng first to get some money and food."

Yang Feng waved his hand in the Water Margin state.

"Marshal, we don't have enough manpower!"

Xu Shou said cautiously.

It is true that there are not enough people, there are not a hundred people under him in total, even if Marshal Yue is added, he has only just gathered a hundred, and these few people go to attack the city, which is too exaggerated.

"Haha, Ben Shuai is invincible by Haotian God, invulnerable, and has both artifacts in hand, and fairy magic to rely on, a small Ren City, Ben Shuai can be broken with a snap of his fingers, is that Ren City more difficult to fight than Bianliang? Haven't you all heard of how Ben Shuai killed Jin Bing in Bianliang? Besides, how can there be no manpower, aren't the poor brothers on both sides of Surabaya manpower? Is there no poor man in that city? Immediately split up to gather those coastal fishermen, tell them that Ben Shuai is coming, tell them that Ben Shuai's Northern Expedition to the Central Plains is coming, and those who are willing to kill Jin Bing will come and follow Ben Shuai, Ben Shuai will take them to eat big households, Ben Shuai will take them to avenge their relatives, Ben Shuai will take them to get the wealth and glory, follow Ben Shuai, have wine to drink and meat to eat! ”

Yang Feng raised his sword and roared excitedly.

He has long wanted to do this, anyway, his trip is a toss, is to put pressure on Wan Yan Kang, rather than going north alone, it is better to learn from Li Zicheng, and when he takes thousands, even hundreds of thousands of displaced people, like a snowball, keeps pressing towards Yanjing, it is estimated that Wan Yan Jian should really cry, and in this way, he can destroy the economy of the Jin Kingdom to the greatest extent, and at the same time expand the population for himself to the greatest extent, after all, what he lacks most now is actually the population.

Xu Shou and the others were stunned for a moment, and then raised their weapons one by one and roared.

At the same time, Yang Feng turned on the switch of the car stereo, and then the high-pitched singing immediately sounded in Surabaya.

"The great river flows eastward

The stars in the sky are in the Beidou

(Hehe, see Beidou Wow, a bowl of wine at the intersection of life and death)

Let's go

You have it, I have it all

(Hey, hey, all of them are wow, and they don't look back in the water and fire)

Lu roared when he saw injustice

Shoot when it's time to strike

Wind and fire in Kyushu

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