Wang Jin finally nodded. In any case, he never wanted the Song Dynasty to be damaged or destroyed. He devoted half of his life to the Zhao family's royal family, and the most passionate struggles were spent in his time as King Yun. Even if he finally failed and was demoted to Taiyuan, he had no regrets.
Because of this, no matter how correct Wang Zhaozhen is, he will not fall to this side, but subconsciously hope that Wang Zhaozhen will not break his promise. Just as he said, for the sake of Song Dynasty, he will help the King Thaksin in his arms. But after that, it's hard to tell.
If King Yun could not be saved, then the eighteenth and the nineth His Royal Highnesses would become the only two positive traces of the Song Dynasty. Therefore, Wang Zhen had no choice at this time.
He lowered his head, let out a sigh of relief, and said, "Chitose, I can help, but..."
Xin Wang Zhao Zhen's face was hidden in the shadow under the light of the torch. He smiled slightly, and a faint arc appeared on the corner of his mouth. He said: "As long as you help me manage the place? It's mainly to conceal my identity."
Wang Ji nodded. "So, what's the difference?" Xinwang Zhao Zhen asked.
"As far as I know." Wang Di replied: "There are no defense military resources here, right...?"
Indeed, craftsman Wang Di was right. Under the "wise" governance of Mo, Shimen was almost a city with extreme poverty and poor defense facilities.
The suspension bridge was put down creakingly, and the chains connecting the suspension bridge and the city gate rubbed against the square bricks and made a rattling noise. A ray of light shot in from behind the suspension bridge and was printed on the brick wall on the side of the black hole.
The letter king Zhao Zhen sat motionless on the horseback, her eyes reflecting the light that was gradually becoming dazzling behind the darkness. He pursed his lips and watched quietly as the suspension bridge slowly dropped, the gap between the bridge and the city gate was getting bigger and bigger. More and more light was pouring in from behind the gap, reflecting his eyes brightly.
Behind the letter king Zhao Zhen is the main street on the other side of the city gate of Shimen City. Apart from that night of bitter fighting, I gave a short speech to the surviving Jianghu Swordsman soldiers and the poor in the city. This was the first time he observed the city.
The first goal of the rest of their land is to make these confidants of the leader of Mo feel fear of themselves in the next battle.
The suspension bridge door was creaking and creaking. After a white light, the blue sky was first reflected in the vision of the king of letter Zhao Zhen. He raised his head and looked at this day-looking at the mountains and forests from Shimenbao all the way to the far north, the plain gleamed with green. It's still the hottest time, but in two months, after the autumn harvest, the temperature will soon drop.
Therefore, at this time, the armed forces of all parties in the north are intensively preparing for the war, striving to launch an offensive before the winter. If it is postponed, the war will continue until the spring of the second year, and no matter which side it is, they are unwilling to see such an outcome. Especially in the most important Kaifeng Prefecture area, the men and horses belonging to Yue Fei's tribe posed a huge threat behind the Golden Army, and they could change the situation in one fell swoop at any time.
Now that the Zhang Xianbing regiment, the pioneer of Yue Fei's army, has entered the west front line of Kaifeng, the only thing left is that both sides are on the table to persuade each other.
In the same way, the situation in the South has become more complicated and tense because of his appearance. The atmosphere of war is wafting everywhere, but there is a faint smell of blood.
Time moves in an orderly manner under a heavy and complicated background. In the world, no matter the rich or the poor, no matter the emperor or beggar, the fairest thing for everyone is time. But everything is impermanent in the world, and everything will change over time. And what is always the same, I am afraid it is impermanence!
It’s already the next day. According to the communication standards of this era, a letter that the general of the Wangjun led the Jianghu swordsman and helped the disciples in riots was written. At this moment, it has spread to the southeast. At this time, the bandits are being suppressed. Zhang Jun confronted the Great Sage King Yang Yaojun.
And Zhang Jun’s first batch of troops was probably leaving that Zhang Jun’s barracks, scattered and assembled local forces, ready to deal with himself. The letter king Zhao Zhen thought silently that all he can control now is only ten miles around Shimen, and the army of Mo-dominant who looted the people everywhere had already fled with the news. After initial preparations, the Song army generals sent by Zhang Jun may be able to pull up an army of 20,000 to 30,000. Of course, because of the tense war with Yang Yao, most of the troops sent are probably Xiang army, although the combat effectiveness is not strong, But for the total number of gangs of Jianghu sects and the army composed of the poor, they are also facing a bitter battle. "
"Zhang Jun governs the army conservatively and saves others by himself. The other party will probably expect that the uprising soldiers and horses composed of swordsmen, disciples, and poor people will defend Shimen or escape to the forest." Xin Wang Zhao Zhen told Ji Qian. Qian said. However, the most ideal battle location in the mind of Xinwang Zhaozhen is the hilly area north of Fengshui Ferry, south of Shimen. The terrain is easy to conceal, and there is also a suitable location for observing the terrain, which can quietly kill the opponent's horse detection. As for when the army will leave, it depends on the scout's news. Before that, he had set off a small group of special forces soldiers. At this moment in Shimen, apart from the barbarians in the forest, no one is more suitable to act as a spy than these experienced warriors.
The letter king Zhao Zhen thought silently that this battle seemed so important in everyone here. For Xin Wang Zhao Zhen, this battle was just another small battle that he won with wisdom. Of course, he must be careful of capsize in the gutter.
This is not just referring to Zhang Jun's imminent dispatch of troops, it is just a small test. The real headache for Xin Wang Zhao Zhen is that Zhao Gou may be pressing hard behind the scenes. He thinks he has about ten days to arrange all of this, build defenses, and organize the army. Before that, the more important thing was to build up the confidence of the swordsman and the disciples of the Jianghu swordsman. Although the warriors and poor people in the city were temporarily in the same boat with him, in the long run they could not always stand so closely with him. Unless they are confident that they can provide them with the necessary shelter. Moreover, he could not blatantly rely on Wang Jun to cheer everyone up.
None of the three chiefs, Miao Yufeng, Shan Hongfei, and Hua Zhonglong, is a waiting generation. The letter king Zhao Zhen knows that he can't keep these people just based on a good hope and his plausible status as a letter king. And this battle will build up such a confidence to keep them by their side.
In fact, Ji Qianqian privately believed that this battle was not just for the purpose of consolidating the interests of the Shimen group. It is also to declare the legitimacy of believing in King Zhao Zhen to the subjects under Shimen Mo's rule, because if this battle achieves the expected goal, Zhang Jun's attack on them will be slowed down. In this way, people's hearts will naturally fall to their side.
The people need not only a benevolent ruler, but also a lord who can protect them.
At this time, the suspension bridge has been lowered halfway, and then Xin Wang Zhaozhen saw the blue-tiled roofs in Shimen City far away. There are rivers in the south and abundant water vapor brings plenty of rain. Therefore, ordinary residential buildings use extremely steep roofs. , There is a wooden eave hanging beside the eaves. The new green vines hang down from the windows and contrast with the cyan tiles, giving a view of the ancient city.
The light also poured in to brighten the inside of the city gate. Except for the face, the light sketched out the half body of Xin Wang Zhao Zhen on horseback from the dark environment, and then depicted two beautiful girls behind him with graceful bodies. Curve. Ma Yueying is carrying a spear and standing upright on the horseback. Although her eyes deliberately maintain a calmness like a guard, there is no trace of expectation and excitement of a girl hidden deep in her heart. After all, he is an independent personality. The girl who grew up in the quiet mountains and forests of the southern border of the Great Song Dynasty with the Mingjiao Corps since she was a child, of course will not get used to the hustle and bustle of the city.
As for the soldier Cui Hu, most of his emotions were still indifferent.
After Xin Wang Zhao Zhen paid close attention to his two entourages, he cast his gaze to the front, wondering if he had drifted tens of thousands of miles away. The suspension bridge was being put down little by little in front of him, and the scenery on the other side appeared to him more and more. Most of the shops and workshops on the remote soil streets have not opened, but Xinwang Zhao Zhen's keen senses have already noticed that the suspicious and vigilant gazes in the windows have all fallen on him. The residents of the city had already noticed the new owner of Shimen who was not so legal.
Although Xin Wang Zhao Zhen has ordered Ji Qianqian to reformulate the tax policy, according to Xin Wang Jun's taxation ratio of ten taxes and one tax, not only did most of the taxes be eliminated, but also the past accounts were cut off. Unfortunately, although this approach is fascinating, most people are more skeptical of how powerful this thing is. Besides, whether he can stand up is still a question.
With a loud noise and dust, the suspension bridge was finally completely lowered. The letter king Zhao Zhen smiled in his heart. He didn't care too much about the attitude of these civilians. Secondly, he saw the Huazhonglong, Miao Yufeng and Shan Hongfei who were waiting for him outside the city, while Ji Qianqian was standing there. Next to them.
"The King of Letters, Chitose."
Seeing him appear, the long-haired middle-aged Shan Hongfei was the first to lower his head deeply. As he had fought side by side with King Xin Wang, Zhao Zhen, he knew better what kind of capabilities this young King Xin had. Although he is still worried about whether the believer Zhao Zhen really believes in the king, can he lead them to carry Zhang Jun's army head-on, or whether he will throw them out as scapegoats. But the more worried he was, the more respectful he was.
Miao Yufeng curled his lips slightly, but the style of Believe King Zhao Zhen today made his eyes light up slightly, thinking that this murderous Believe King Zhao Zhen had such a friendly side. Only Hua Zhonglong held his head up and his face was blank.
"Do you know what I am looking for?" Xinwang Zhao Zhen asked with a smile.
All three shook their heads.
"Believe in King Thousands of Years." Shan Hongfei said respectfully: "Just give your instructions, we will inevitably go through fire and water."
When he lowered his head, the female village master shook her long hair and glanced at this guy with some dissatisfaction. I think you bow down and don't take us with you. But she changed her mind to say something, but she couldn't find the words to blame. Although she didn't like to hear the words of the long-haired middle-aged man, she had to admit that it seemed to be the same.
In fact, since they took that step that night, they understood today's result. The credible Wang Zhaozhen was right. When they offended a leader, how dare they go to offend another higher prince, even if the belief in the king might be false. The only thing to blame is that in the afternoon, their people were too impulsive when they were suppressed by the leader of Mo. After the death and injury of their loved ones, they couldn't restrain their own people, and they sent out their people to soften the confrontation, and finally left the other party with a verbal statement.
He couldn't help but snorted softly, but couldn't help but glanced at each other. When they heard about the new tax policy of the young letter king Chitose earlier, these people looked at each other a little bit. The gentry and tycoons in the Song Dynasty did not need to buy people's hearts in this way, not to mention that they also understood that doing so was actually meaningless. Because if Wang Zhaozhen is believed to be able to fight against Zhang Jun's army, then even if he does nothing, these people will not dare to resist such a powerful master. Otherwise, everything will be in vain.
But if they draw more taxes, they can at least get more income in a short period of time. With money, this Qiansui Wang Xin can raise more troops without using the Wang Xin army.
"Don't he understand this?" He couldn't help thinking. However, it is of course not that Xinwang Zhaozhen does not understand. In fact, Xinwang Zhaozhen understands the operation of his territory. The triangular relationship constituted by the four major structures of population, capital, resources, and construction. Funds come from trade and taxation, as well as income from mines. Resources and population are the center of gravity for the development of a place. People's hearts are actually the most invisible and important. Those who win the hearts of the people win the world. This is a truth, but it has been ignored by many higher-ups. And these reckless people do not understand.
However, Xin Wang Zhao Zhen knew that if he was fast enough, he could completely control the output of nearby minerals in about half to a month. At that time, he could stand on his heels in Shimen. If it is believed that Wang Jun is here, I am afraid that the regular guards around Zhao Gou will also tremble.
As for being good to the people, this is a long-term benefit, not to mention Miao Yufeng and others, even any minister of civil and military affairs in the Song Dynasty may not have the patience to achieve all this. Anyway, for many people, power is enough.
The letter king Zhao Zhen lowered his head, looked at Shan Hongfei who bowed his head respectfully in front of him, and said simply: "Let's go around the territory. You bring your own personnel."
Yep
After hearing this sentence, Cui Hu couldn't help but blinked his eyes in some doubt. Of course he knew that Xinwang Zhaozhen might face a battle that must be won next. But even at this time, listening to the other party's tone, it seems that he still wants to take the swordsman to take the lumber yard and the quarry back.
There are thousands of bandits there, and as the mountain kings who belong to the underground world, the average level of their fighters is at least the strength of the Xiang army. Even if Xin Wang Zhao Zhen is confident to win, how can he avoid casualties
Which lumber mills and quarries are so important
"Visit the territory?" Not only Cui Hu, but Shan Hongfei was also taken aback.
"There are two wood farms, two quarries, and some mines near Shimen City." Xinwang Zhao Zhen said: "Today, our task is to make them our assets."
Miao Yufeng stunned and said, "Master Chitose. We all know those forest farms and quarries, but they are already occupied by bandits. You are not asking us to take them back."
Xin Wang Zhao Zhen did not answer, but just looked at a few of them.
The faces of Miao Yufeng and Shan Hongfei looked a little ugly. They have stayed here for a while. Of course, they also know the bandits in the forest. The other party especially likes to fight at night. Their individual strength is so strong that they don’t know how they really fight. How many brothers will be killed or injured.
You know that in the battle that just ended, they have already paid a considerable price, and maybe there will be another bitter battle soon.
But at this juncture, Xin Wang Zhao Zhen wanted them to participate in a battle that seemed unnecessary, which made them somewhat unacceptable.
"My lord..." Shan Hongfei finally raised his head and said, "Bandits... Those guys who come from the north are composed of soldiers and northern heroes. Their single-body combat power is almost equal to ours. I am afraid they will suffer... "
He licked his lips, and then said, "Of course this is not a problem, but... I heard that the army of the imperial court General Zhang Jun is also gathering..."
He said that his voice was low and low, thinking that this believer Zhao Zhen should understand what he said.
Ji Qianqian shook her head and said, "General Zhang Jun, why is he attacking us?"
The three of them were stunned, wondering if the lady was stupid or stunned. "Isn't this obvious, Miss Ji Qianqian." Miao Yufeng said: "We have killed Commander Mo again." She thought for a while and added: "What's more, there are Zhang Jun and Zhao Go behind him. It is him. If you don't want to move, those high-level guys will definitely put pressure on him."
Ji Qianqian nodded. "Well said, so our real enemies are actually Zhang Jun and Zhao Gou, and Zhang Jun's army of generals is nothing more than pathfinder stones." She said blankly, "But you think we are based on us now. , Is that Master Zhang's opponent?"
The three looked at each other. In fact, this was what they were most worried about, and Ji Qianqian deliberately ignored the news of the powerful letter to the king's army, making them even more confused. The three leaders couldn't help but turn their gazes at Xin Wang Zhao Zhen, and if Xin Wang Zhao Zhen surrendered them as guilty sheep, it seems that it is not completely impossible.