It's really that the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and he has only mastered the defense in Qom City for a few days, and Li Ming can't stay anymore, and he is ambitious to go south to join the war.

Unusually, Yao Chong's little white face actually turned his head into a chicken pecking rice, and he kept responding.

"That's right, that's right! The country is in trouble, and it is really a tyrannical thing to not use us elites of Damin, especially not to be such a heroic hero as Li Sima! ”

"If my Confucian soldiers go into battle, they must first come to Zhuge Liang to burn Bowangpo, and the Arab Hu people who burned them cry and call their mothers, and then Sun Wuzi swaggered the yin and yang array, which made those desert Tatars dizzy, tens of thousands of Arab cavalry, it is really too trivial, and it will take more than 100,000 troops to pour out, and Lao Tzu can settle it with one hand."

Yao Chong was not afraid to blow the little white face into a little red face, almost the upper lip was up to the sky, the lower lip hit the ground, and even the lonely Fang admired himself, and the indignant Li Ming blushed.

However, Song Jing, who has matured a lot, took these words purely as a deaf ear, entering in the left ear and coming out in the right ear, leaving no impression at all.

The supply depot of the Min army was large enough, and in Yao Chong's boasting, the other warehouse allies rolled their eyes when they listened, and the convoy walked for half an hour before leaving the warehouse group.

Everywhere there are huge warehouses made of hay bales and piles piled up, and it is spectacular.

It took a day and a night to return to Qom City, Li Ming and Yao Chong could go to rest, but Song Jing's work was not finished, it was wartime, and the equipment received from the top must be distributed as soon as possible, replacing the damaged steel crossbow parts, gun heads, one hundred crossbow arrows per person, and ten catties of jerky and five catties of cheese, ready to go out at any time to send out military supplies.

Especially military salaries.

When soldiers fight not only for the country, but also for the livelihood, the government soldiers belong to the compulsory soldiers, mobilized the country only needs to distribute some materials, officers only have military salaries, sixteen guards and Fujian King Tielin, Guanning Iron Cavalry is the main standing army, each soldier has a military salary.

In the military circles of Damin, the sentence that I led the army to pay is a symbol of status, and the Confucian soldiers belong to the soldiers under the command of Zuo Jin Wuwei, and they also have military salaries.

Don't look at Li Ming as Sima, in addition to translating two sentences of Arabic, she really can't do this kind of calculation work, and in the end, Song Jing has to do it himself.

In the south of the city, after receiving a large string of money, the Confucian soldiers happily lined up to leave, and at the top of the school field, Song Jing was sweating profusely with an abacus, calculating every payment.

Song Jing, who was busy in the dark, didn't notice that at the fence of the school field, a pair of good-looking eyes were concentrating on him.

"Little Brother Li, the old imam of Azamu told me that there is a nearby spring with desert fish, how about we go fishing?"

Far away, carrying two fishing rods that he didn't know where to get them, the wisps of bangs on his forehead were all on his head, Yao Chong rushed over and shouted, who knew that before he got closer, Li Ming's little hand was already rushing to him and covering his mouth.

"Shh!!h

Looking at Li Ming's delicate cheeks full of solemnity depressedly, Yao Chongpo said with a little crying and laughing: "Isn't it Brother Song's salary?" Don't worry, it's the two of us. ”

"Hmph, what do you little white face know."

The two very feminine fists were clenched together and hugged on his right cheek, Li Ming still looked at the fence with admiration, looked at Song Jing's majestic words and deeds, and said a little nymphomaniac.

"Serious men look the best! Brother Song has become more and more general-like recently, how can he be like you, a day of hanging. ”

Seeing that Li Ming rolled his eyes, and peeped at Song Chuhe seriously, a haze obviously flashed over Yao Chong's handsome little white face.

The salary was paid for an hour, and in the evening, basically more than 1,500 soldiers in the city had received their salaries, and there were still a few baskets of coins left, and with a thick account book, Song Chuhe returned to the camp a little dizzy.

The last time the Xenne feint that attracted the attention of the Arabs was not without gains, the narrow two or three hundred miles of land from Qom City to the Shatt al-Arab River was assigned to the territory of Great Fujian, although there were no villages, the Min army still relied on the Tucheng fortress left by the Persians in the past, and this narrow territory was also assigned to the defense, and more than 1,000 soldiers were assigned to defend the desolate strongholds of each earthen fort respectively, which was changed every month.

Naturally, their salaries will not be paid until they return to Qom City.

It took two or three days to get the supplies, and when he came back, he slept for half a day, and got up again to be busy with the supplies of his own army, and at this time, Song Jing was really tired and hungry, so he went back to his own separate tent, and took the dinner that the orderlies had made for him at the food class, and gobbled it up.

Before he could take a few sips of the fish soup, as soon as the tent curtain was lifted, a thin figure broke in, dancing and shouting like a madman: "Brother Song, I have thought of a way to make meritorious contributions, hahahaha!"

Seeing that Yao Chong's armor was worn crookedly, holding the map and looking crazy, Song Jing couldn't help but rub his head helplessly.

"Brother Yao, didn't you have enough for dinner? For a brother, I can do it here. ”

"What is a little dinner, the eldest husband was born in the world, when he mentions the three-foot Qingfeng, he wins the merit of the marquis, and the side merit, Brother Song, I found a way to make meritorious service."

Yao Chong's fingers rubbed around the map excitedly, but who knew that Song Jing, who listened to his chatter, shook his round head heavily, and recounted on Yao Chong's shoulders heavily.

"Brother Yao, who are we? The Confucian soldiers' Commander Chong and Captain Guoyi! ”

"The chief manager dispatched troops to the south to attack the enemy, within a radius of 100 miles, only our army and General Zhang Zongchanglang's government soldiers were left to defend, and we have 100,000 people under our command, how can we risk going to war because of a little merit, ignoring the interests of the country and the safety of the people?"

Yao Chong was really dumbfounded, looking at Song Jing's cheeks that had toughened a lot, and seeing that he felt strange, he was no longer the classmate who used to play in Taixue hip-hop, but became a real lieutenant of Damin.

However, Song Jing was not alone, the excitement faded, and after a moment of silence, Yao Chong still spread out the map in front of him, pointed to a few lines he had drawn in the afternoon, and explained solemnly a few points.

"Here, the Shatt al-Arab has made a turn, and near here is a shoal that can cross the river, and when General Xue's cavalry retaliated, there were scouts who sent documents and found a small group of Arabs."

"Look here, if the mark is correct, this should be the Arab Takuisi clan originally recorded by the Qom city guard, a medium-sized tribe, more than 200 men who can fight, I flipped through the battle report a while ago, almost all the tribes east of the Shatt al-Arab have been hit, but there is no record of it!"

Full of seriousness, Yao Chong solemnly analyzed: "According to the records, the Takuisi chieftain Azam-al-Din is a heroic figure, and he is deliberately trying to escape the blow of our army as soon as possible, and the strength of the Takuisi people has not been damaged, and now the tribes east of the Shatt al-Arab are either exterminated or beaten to pieces, and they have escaped from the west of the river, it is the time when the forces are scattered, if you let it go, it won't be long before this tribe will swell."

Pointing his finger on the map, Yao Chong said with a stern face: "If you don't exterminate it now, when it grows stronger, and then pass through the Shatt al-Arab River every year, it will be difficult to deal with in the future, as a good town general, you should take precautions!"

These words really moved Song Jing, looking at the map, frowning for a few minutes, Song Jing shook his head in embarrassment.

"At this critical moment, we still shouldn't transfer troops without authorization."

"A hundred is enough!" Slapping the table, Yao Chong put his face in front of Song Jing like anger again, stared at him viciously with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and shouted: "Anyway, we have to patrol more than a dozen military fort defenses along the way, mobilize a hundred people, bring the general's salary, and pay on the spot!" It happened that there was no fresh water in Balibanbao and Linhe Fort, which was too difficult, and the soldiers were in a great mood, which just calmed the morale of the army. ”

"Our army is well-trained, and when we get to the local area, we will conduct a sneak attack on the Takuisi people in the middle of the night, a hundred people are enough to crush this tribe, killing three birds with one stone, why don't you agree?"

Yao's forehead was covered with steaming sweat, his eyes were red, and he roared angrily, as if he was an enemy who did not share the sky with Song Jing. After saying this, Song Jing was tempted to say it again, looking at the strategic map drawn by Yao Chong for a long time after studying the intelligence in the afternoon, pinching his chin and thinking about it for a long time, Song Jing, who was frowning on his fat face, finally nodded with difficulty.

"One hundred people, you and I will personally lead the team and set off tomorrow!"

"Good!"

The map was left in Song Jing's place, and he walked out of the tent lightly, breathing in the air that gradually cooled down in the night sky, Yao Chong seemed to be sincerely relieved, but just took two steps, and looked back at the two slender figures under the light in another brightly lit tent not far from Song Jing's tent, and for a while Yao Chong's fist was clenched tightly in front of his chest, gurgling, faintly audible