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There are indeed quite a few troops under his command, and there are currently a total of four towns, one cavalry brigade in each town, four infantry brigades, and a total of 25,000 men in five brigades, which adds up to a hundred thousand troops.

But that's just the numbers.

In fact, there are less than 20,000 people who can really fight, and the vast majority of them are surrendered Jin troops, including his old foundation, that is, the two brigades formed in Bianliang, all of whom have never been on the real battlefield, and defending on the Bianliang city wall is certainly not really on the battlefield. At the beginning of the attack on Sizhou, these places in Yizhou were also mainly surrendered to the army, in addition to Yue Lei's artillery and a small number of Yuejia troops, only the Red Turban Army with experience in defending the city was the first, and the second and second brigades were left behind in Xuzhou, and all the large-scale expansion in the later period were recruits.

At least a third of the time will only be able to wind the Divine Arm and aim at the target to shoot the bolt in the right direction.

They couldn't even put the most basic formation in place.

Of course, they also have advantages.

That is, there is definitely no problem with the fighting will of these recruits, firstly, they all know that they will definitely not lose if they have immortals behind them, secondly, the vast majority of them have divided the fields, they are defending their own land, and thirdly, they have been injured by the Song and Jin families, for example, those Huaibei people who were kicked back by Zhao Gou, and the people of Henan who were retaliated by the Jin army after the Yuejia Army's Northern Expedition was forcibly recalled, they have no good impression of either Song or Jin, and the king of China is their only reliance, so the combat will of this army is absolutely no problem.

But even so, it is still a bit exaggerated to let them attack the elite of the Jin army, who are most transferred from the northeast and northwest.

They can only defend.

Especially after having the cannon as an external plug-in, there will be absolutely no accidents for the Red Turban Army to defend the city, and the special geographical location of Yang Feng's control area also determines that as long as he holds a few main points, the interior is absolutely safe, Mount Tai, Yimeng Mountain, Liangshanbo, and Surabaya just form a closed ring. No matter which direction, it can be blocked with several key points, from the mountainous area of North Vietnam must cross Dongping, from the west over Surabaya must go to Rencheng, because Liangshan Bo is on the other side, from the Shandong Peninsula to the west must pass through Linyi, either the mountainous area is blocked, or the water network is limited.

And the only most suitable direction of attack is Xuzhou.

Because it is attacking down the river from the upper reaches of the Bianhe River, and all the plains along the way, this is the best offensive channel in the military, so the Jin army of Guide is also the greatest threat to the Red Turban Army, otherwise Wanyan Zongmin will not hoard all the main forces to return to Germany, as long as Yang Feng goes south to rebel, then his 50,000 troops can go out of Guide, rely on the Bianhe River to ensure logistics and then attack Xuzhou in a big way.

Similarly, Yang Feng must also kill him first to solve his worries.

Of course, it also includes scaring the Song army.

This is also to set an example for the monkeys, to use the Jin army to establish power, and force those generals of the Song army to accept his appointment and join in the great cause of crusading against Zhao Gou, the faint king.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

Yang Feng asked his niece curiously.

At this time, they were taking an inland river boat along the Bianhe River, and in the dark night outside, a forward miner's lamp shone a drizzle, and the surging Bianhe River under the boat slowly flowed eastward, and a fifty-horsepower hang-up machine pushed the ancient boat at the stern, moving forward at a speed of fifteen miles per hour. There was only one shipwright on the ship besides them, sitting in a separate wheelhouse at the stern, singing unknown tunes while operating the artifact, as the king's ship, of course, it was impossible to play with any sails, and it was a tragedy to use sails against the current speed on the river.

"If you don't see with your own eyes how your uncle shows his might, how can Roujia be sure that you can put my brother on the throne?"

Princess Roujia said.

As she spoke, she held the wine glass and handed it to Yang Feng with both hands.

This woman wore a men's dress today, and she actually painted some light makeup, and even used modern cosmetics, Yang Feng gave his wives several sets, and it is estimated that the stupid woman of the Gong family gave her a set, after all, the title of princess is still very bluffing, but the poor stupid woman does not know that this is purely to lure the wolf into the house.

"It's not that simple, is it?"

Yang Feng said with a smile after drinking.

"So can uncle tell Roujia what you're going to do? Rou Jia is not a three-year-old child, don't lie to me about the friendship between you and my father, if you want the Great Song Dynasty, Rou Jia will let my brother offer it with both hands, just ask my uncle to spare our family's life at that time, we can survive until now, for the throne or something, we have no idea for a long time, we just want to be able to live, can you promise Rou Jia not to let my brother be the Emperor Jing of the Northern Zhou Dynasty? ”

In the flickering candlelight, Princess Roujia leaned forward, stared at Yang Feng's eyes and said softly.

"You kid is so naughty!"

Yang Feng said with a smile.

"Do you say yes or not?"

Princess Roujia said coquettishly.

"Okay, uncle, I promise you!"

Yang Feng said.

"Don't do Chai Zongxun either?"

Princess Roujia then asked.

"Okay, I don't do Chai Zongxun, but when you say this, it's a little disrespectful to your old Zhao family ancestors."

Yang Feng said.

"You promise?"

Princess Roujia didn't care about what was behind him, but continued to say in a coquettish voice.

"I promise."

Yang Feng said.

He really wasn't prepared to kill Zhao Xun when the time came, bullying other orphans and widows was still very cheap, and if he was still afraid of a child in his situation, it would be a joke.

"Roujia still doesn't believe it, you men like to lie to women, unless you ......"

Princess Roujia said.

Then she put her face almost on Yang Feng's face, and said at the distance where her lips were about to touch Yang Feng's lips: "Unless it's said at a special time." ”

After speaking, she pushed Yang Feng down.

"What are you going to do, I'm a serious person!"

Yang Feng said righteously.

"Then I'm not a serious person!"

Princess Roujia said with a smile.

……

Suddenly, there was a storm outside the ship.

With the sound of wind and rain and the singing of the boatmen, this ten-meter-long flat-bottomed boat, in the waves of the Bianhe River, kept swaying and sailing forward, on the window of the cabin, two black shadows constantly tumbling and changing patterns, from time to time there were excited screams suddenly pierced the dark rainy night......

Early the next morning.

"Hurry up, you dog minions!"

On the canal wharf outside the south gate of Guide, Jin Jun Mou Ke Puba, waved his whip and slammed it on the back of a slightly slower coolie and shouted.

The latter fell to the ground with a scream.

On the gangplank next to him, the same coolies bowed their heads numbly, carrying sacks full of grain on their backs, walking forward little by little, and on the river behind them, boats coming from the upper reaches were full of grain scavenged from all over Henan and Hebei, docked on the shore and waiting.

This city was the largest fortress of the Jin army in Henan, and it was also the station of Yan Zongmin who stayed in Bianjing.

The original station, Bianliang, has been abandoned.

There is no population there, most of the buildings have been demolished, and Wanyan Zongmin has no energy to rebuild, so he can only choose a new left-behind division station, and Guide as the city of Nanjing in the Northern Song Dynasty has become the best choice, after all, Bianliang has all here, and even Zhao Gou succeeded to the throne here, especially at this time, the main enemy of the Jin State in Henan is no longer the Song army that is about to become an ally, but the Red Turban Army in Xuzhou, so Guide is also the most suitable as the left-behind division station.

"Dare to pretend to be dead!"

Looking at the coolie who fell to the ground, Puba stepped on his back without hesitation, and then pulled out a knife and pressed it on his neck.

The coolie cried and pleaded.

And the surrounding immediately sounded the cheers of the soldiers of the Golden Army, those coolies were lonely, these golden soldiers killed a common man like killing a dog, there were several human heads hanging on the wooden poles by the dock, and the stalls could only be regarded as unlucky, and those coolies had long been numb.

Puba, however, was in no hurry to kill the coolie, but there he took the knife and slashed it at his neck, listened to his terrified cries and pleads, and then laughed triumphantly there, apparently taking it as a pleasure.

"Lick your boots for the uncle, maybe the uncle will spare your dog's life."

He said smugly.

"I'll lick, I'll lick!"

The coolie said and quickly crawled forward and lowered his head.

Puba smirked.

Suddenly, a soldier's exclamation sounded beside him, and at the same time, the coolie's right hand suddenly moved forward, and Puba, who had been fighting for more than ten years, reacted extremely quickly, and did not hesitate to raise his foot to kick the coolie over, and then he found that the latter did not know how to have an extra rusty iron bar in his hand, which should be the tip of an ancient spear or something, this thing is not a sharp blade, but if he really catches it, he will die if he doesn't get it well this summer.

"Mar's."

Without hesitation, he stepped forward and swung his knife to slash down.

However, in the next moment, his head exploded like a watermelon hit by a hammer, and his brains and blood splattered everywhere.

A rapid whistling sound swept by.

Then there was a crisp sound, and everyone on the docks, including the coolies, turned their heads to the east in amazement.

On the foredeck stood a man in white robe and gold armor, holding in his right hand a dark and dull weapon more than three feet long and with a thin iron pipe at the front, and next to this weapon stretched out a steel belt half wide, one finger thick, and at least three feet long until it was connected to a box behind him, while his left hand held a huge jar-like thing on his shoulder, the green jar was almost a man high, The front end has a long handle held in his left hand.

In front of the cabin behind him, a young woman was standing with a haggard face leaning against the siding of the cabin.

In a stunned gaze, the man suddenly smiled.

The next moment, at the tip of the weapon in his hand, a faint light suddenly flashed.