I am not Song Qinzong

Zhu Fan also has clear eyebrows and eyes, how can he go against the prince's wishes?

"Even if you meet an old friend here by chance, how can you not see him? Just go and meet each other." Zhu Fan said.

"Thank you, benefactor, Your Highness." Luan Tingyu and Hu Cheng thanked each other before leaving.

Looking at the backs of the two of them, the other officers of the Jiankang Mansion couldn't help being envious and jealous.

Not only did the prince express his closeness, but there were also people in the East Palace. It was a sparrow that leaped to a high branch and turned into a phoenix.

Zhu Fan sighed: "It's hard to find generals in the south of the Yangtze River, and I'm lucky to have two of them here from the outside world, but I don't want His Highness to have the discerning eye, so I want to recruit them."

Zhao Huan asked with a smile: "I don't know if Zhu Bingcao is willing to cut love?"

Amiable and amiable, it makes people feel like spring breeze.

This attitude is not pretending to be perfunctory, but from the heart.

This soldier Cao Zhibing was not capable, but for the sake of bringing two generals with him, Zhao Huan not only forgave him, but also expressed his closeness.

Zhu Fan said: "Jiankang Mansion is located in the south of the Yangtze River, there are occasional thieves who break the law, in fact, there is no place for them to use their talents.

Fortunately, His Royal Highness favored her now, how did I delay the future of the two of you because of your own selfishness? "

"Okay!" Zhao Huan helped Zhu Fan up, and said: "Thanks to Zhu Bing Cao for recommending talents, this king is really happy, and when he enters the city, he will not sleep until he is drunk!"

"Thank you, Your Highness." Zhu Fan said happily.

He gave his two subordinates to Donggong, in fact, he offered a favor, and he also hoped to hug the prince's thigh.

This thigh is very important to a soldier.

Don't look at him as one of the six Cao Caos in the state capital, but in fact he is only a ninth-rank official, so it can be said that he is not a civil official.

Without a background, this life will be like this, and the biggest extravagant hope is to be promoted to a state judge.

And taking refuge in the East Palace, it is not a dream to go straight to the sky in the future.

Seeing that he recommended Luan Tingyuhu, Zhao Huan didn't mind giving him some sweets.

Involuntarily, Zhao Huan thanked Fang La a little.

If Fang La hadn't been in ambush, how could he have recruited Luan Tingyu and Hu into two?

The plan for this trip is not to go to Jiankang Mansion. Although Yuren Wang Lun has set up a stronghold in Jiankang Mansion, he doesn't know what the two are capable of, so he must have missed it.

Unexpectedly, the two of them were really in a good mood, and the depression in Zhongfu was swept away.

One hundred and seven killers

step~step~step~

Amidst the sound of footsteps, more than two thousand soldiers slowly moved south along the canal.

In addition to protecting the prince, they are also responsible for escorting food and grass.

At this time, Zhao Huan had left Lucheng Town and was heading for Benniu Town.

The [-] soldiers who accompanied them were the elite selected from the reinforcements from various places.

The so-called elites are just looking for the taller among the dwarfs, in fact, they are no different from stragglers.

However, the Fangla sect is also a mob. If there is a real fight, the soldiers of both sides will be regarded as exchange sons.

As far as generals are concerned, there are seven in the army: Yang Zaixing, Zhou Ang, Zhang Bofen, Zhou Yunqing, Liang Hongyu, Luan Tingyu, and Hu Cheng.

According to information, Fang La's camp includes Shi Bao, Pang Wanchun, Si Xingfang, Fang Jie, Wang Yin, Fang Tianding, and three other unknowns.

Regardless of quantity or quality, the generals in the Eastern Palace are no match for Fang La.

Especially Pang Wanchun, who was able to stop arrows with arrows was simply incomprehensible.

If Fang La is determined to mobilize one or two thousand congregants, and then sends out all the generals under his command, he may be able to crush Donggong.

So, why did you give the prince the courage to go on the road swaggeringly?

Zhao Huan touched his bosom, the cold feeling made him feel calm.

Those are two pistols!

Next to his saddle hung a beautiful wooden box, and in the box was a musket—a muzzle-loading flintlock!

It is the best musket for the masters of muskets in later generations.

No way, who made the prince step on the shoulders of many giants.

If it weren't for worrying about becoming a one-eyed dragon or a pockmarked face, the breech-loaded musket would not be impossible.

These three guns were the fundamental reason why Zhao Huan stayed in Lucheng for five days.

It has to be said that there are many skilled craftsmen in this era, who perfectly realized the prince's drawings.

Involuntarily, Zhao Huan took out a pistol and played with it.

The bronze light showed the material of this gun.

Made of pure bronze, a single pistol weighs four catties, and with the loss of materials and the wages of the craftsman, a gun costs [-] to [-] more.

The most important thing is that the copper components are easy to wear, and the life of the whole gun is only [-] rounds.

With such a short lifespan, if you want to cultivate a qualified Musketeer team, I am afraid that every Musketeer will have to use two guns during training.

In the past five days, in order to practice marksmanship, Zhao Huan killed two spears.

Expensive, easy to wear and tear, want to train musketeers on a large scale...

I can't afford it, I can't afford it.

Unless you make iron guns.

But in that case, metallurgy, materials, tools, etc. must be studied together, and the finished product will have to wait until the Year of the Monkey.

Seeing Liang Hongyu keep staring at him, Zhao Huan smiled and said, "I'm going back to Beijing, and I'll make you two as trump cards."

"Hmph, a bow is enough. Whoever uses this thing rarely will lose his status as a general for no reason." Liang Hongyu said disdainfully.

"Oh, forget it!" Zhao Huan put the gun in his arms.

"Hey~ show me." Liang Hongyu called.