"Don't believe me, as a federation boss, my allowance is very high!!!"
Jiang Pengji was born as a genetic warrior, and the mission risk is extremely high, and the subsidies from the Federal Military Department are considerable.
Of course, if her salary is compared with other legion commanders, it is estimated that she is a scumbag.
Everyone else has a background, either from a certain aristocratic family or a family inheritance, but she hit it with her bare hands.
It sounds inspiring!
The only regret is probably that after working hard for decades, the small money saved by living frugally was not spent.
After fighting for the federation for more than 30 years, she didn't even receive a year's pension.
Feng Zhen rolled his eyes secretly, "How much yellow soup did the lord secretly drink today?"
If it wasn't for drinking too much yellow soup, why would you talk nonsense
Facing the intermittent convulsions of his lord, Feng Langzi said that he was used to it.
The weather is calm here in the camp, and the battle-free sign is hung high every day.
Jiang Pengji couldn't hold back her anger, but Beijiang couldn't bear it anymore.
It's nothing else, just because the Mayinu tribe's stockpile of food is insufficient, unable to supply the normal expenses of tens of thousands of troops.
Jiang Pengji can spend time, but Northern Xinjiang cannot.
The only way the third prince could think of was to borrow food.
but-
"...It's just because that idiot is so stupid. Which big tribe in the northern Xinjiang has not been offended by him?" The third prince rubbed his brows with a headache. He shamelessly sent a letter to the tribes near the Lishui River to borrow food, but they refused as soon as they heard it. , one by one crying poor.
The previous generation king had already exploited them once, and the third prince borrowed food from them again, and the tribal herdsmen would starve to death.
"The tribe's grain storage is only enough for ten days, if it is not resolved—"
The third prince is much more reliable than the previous generation king. After all, he is also a student taught by Wu Liba, who has ambition and brains.
Faced with the embarrassment of food shortages, he thought of many ways, but other tribes refused to buy it.
Those who were willing to buy and borrow food, the lion opened his mouth openly and secretly, making the third prince's face dark with anger.
The third prince twisted the braid on his head irritably and asked Wu Liba, "What's the teacher's advice?"
Beijiang is too passive now.
Can't borrow food from other tribes, sneak attack on Jiang Pengji and beat the autumn wind - hehe, Wuliba is a lesson from the past.
After all, there is no other way out.
Wu Liba looked gloomily at the candlelight shaking on the table.
It is impossible for Beijiang not to get angry when a good hand of Beijiang is played like this ghost.
But no matter what, Wu Liba will not give up the northern border easily, unless he dies!
The next day, things turned around.
The third prince looked at the man in front of him with a dark face, the former eldest prince.
The other party led 30,000 elites and 500,000 shi of grain to the front line. It was said to be support, but in fact it was to seize power.
Wu Liba looked at it coldly and said with a sneer, "This old man really lost his sight. I didn't expect that the unbearable eldest prince would have such a city. He exhausted all means to contaminate himself, and even was abandoned by the lord, but in private I have saved 30,000 elites and so much food."
Is Beijiang completely finished
Not only did the princes not fight against the enemy in unison, but instead returned to their respective fiefdoms, contacted the mother clan's forces, and acted like brothers against the wall.
Wu Liba couldn't help but be suspicious.
Had Liu Xi already anticipated this situation
She deliberately avoided the battle, just to consume the food of the northern Xinjiang camp and watch the princes in the northern Xinjiang fight
At present, the enemy does not want to defend against foreign enemies, but wants to control the internal and then the external, one by one, the brain is flooded, right
Wu Liba didn't know that he was about to become a prophecy—
Everyone's brains are really going to be flooded!
"The rain has been getting heavier in recent days, and the water level of the water has reached the level of the river bank—it is estimated that it will be soon—"
Feng Zhen took off his wet clothes. He really didn't expect such a terrible rainstorm in this place in northern Xinjiang.
Jiang Pengji said, "Are the boats and rafts ready?"
"Enough."
Two days have passed since this conversation, at midnight—
The people of the Mayinu tribe fell into a deep sleep. During the half-dreamer and half-awakening, the ground trembled, and there seemed to be the roar of waves in their ears.
Many herdsmen woke up from their dreams and were stunned to find that water seeped into their tents, and it didn't take long for the water to reach their calves.
what happened
The herdsmen were stunned for a while, and then they realized that the flood water had been released.
"Everyone wake up - the water god is angry -"
"Wake up - folks, wake up -"
"Water God is angry, big guy, run for your life-"
The sky was dark, and the rain screen blocked their vision.
At this time, the sky was raining continuously, the sound of the waves in the distance was getting closer and closer, and the tremors under the feet were getting more and more intensive.
"what is that-"
Someone shouted in terror amid the din, as the shadows of the distant horizon approached them.
Wu Liba and the third prince discussed military affairs overnight. The rain outside was soaring, and when the water poured back, they reacted.
Their first reaction was to order the sergeants and tribal herdsmen from the northern Xinjiang to evacuate the banks of the Lishui River and move towards the highlands and mountains.
"Heaven is going to kill the northern border—"
Wu Liba and others responded fairly quickly, they were also a privileged class and enjoyed the priority of escape.
In the hazy night, he could barely see the rushing river below, sweeping everything cleanly.
Too many herders and soldiers who were too late to escape were swept away by the roaring water.
Facing Jiang Pengji, Wu Liba was able to persuade himself that he could win next time if he failed this time.
In the face of the irresistible flood, he could not give birth to the thought of resistance.
How can man fight against heaven
The third prince shook Wu Liba from the daze, and he said, "Teacher, don't be dazed—although it's rainy season now, the water is not abnormal, and the experienced elders of the tribe have not found any signs of flooding in the water. —There must be something tricky behind —”
If it was a natural disaster, there would be an early warning, but this time it came so suddenly.
more like-
It's more like someone intercepted the upstream water, and took advantage of the chance that the water level overflowed to the river bank, and released the water at one time.
Looking at this situation, all the tribes along the banks of the water have suffered!
But—is this something that humans can do
The ice-cold chill spreads wildly in the heart and cannot be restrained.
Although the Lishui is not the largest river in the northern border, the surrounding land is one of the most fertile, and many large and small tribes gather along the banks. If all these tribes suffered, the number of deaths would be unimaginable!
The flood came and went suddenly.
By the second half of the night, the water had subsided for the most part.
"Wait—what's that?"
The third prince, Wu Liba, and the gloomy-looking eldest prince gathered together, and the two sides ordered some remaining troops, and their faces were so heavy that water dripped from their faces.
At this moment, the low voice of a certain soldier caught their attention.
With their eyes wide open, they could barely see the dense black dots floating on the river.
"Those things are coming toward us—"
Everyone looked carefully, and sure enough, they saw a black spot moving towards them.
Is it a rescuer