[Group Wearing Song Dynasty] The Glory of the Sky

Wan Yanliang sat on the high steps, looking at the prisoner kneeling on the ground.

He doesn't care what this person's name is, or what tricks he knows, he only cares about the country behind him.

... Linguo?

Wan Yanliang has fought against Xixia, Mongolia and Song since he was sensible, but he has never heard of any neighboring countries.

However, according to the news from the spies in the south, it is said that Lin Guo suddenly occupied Yangzhou City, and it is not ordinary powerful. It can not only summon dragons and control water, but also control various giants to fly on the ground.

Linguo occupied Yangzhou city, is he planning to take down Songguo, or is he thinking about his own territory?

He took a sip of his wine and glanced at the trembling Chinese translator beside him: "Ask him how big Linguo is."

The Han kicked the man and quickly threw the question over.

Wei Yuan was given several mouthfuls of some kind of medicine, and was thrown into the pond several times to wash it, and now he was kneeling on the ground with shivering all over his body.

He tremblingly said: "It's not big, just a town."

Can a town occupy Yangzhou City?Let go of his mother's dog skin!

Wan Yanliang didn't bother to ask someone to whip him, so he couldn't ask anything without wasting time, so he simply asked: "Are there many such things over there?"

Wei Yuan raised his head in a panic, realized that he was talking about the flashlight, and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "There are many! There are many! There are everything!"

"What else?"

Is this an opportunity for him to express himself?

Wei Yuan swallowed, and started to talk about something he thought was powerful.

He escaped before recruiting soldiers, and naturally he didn't know about Jiangyin's use of fire trucks to disperse the crowd. He only talked about all kinds of good things like incendiary bombs, machine guns, and power grids.

"You said, you will make this?" Wan Yanliang raised his eyebrows and said, "Make one for me to see?"

How could this be made... Not to mention parts, there is not even a light bulb in this broken place.

Wei Yuan bowed to the ground and said earnestly again: "Emperor, only Jiangyin has the materials to make this kind of thing—and they have countless treasures over there, but only people in Linguo can use them."

The spies next to Wan Yanliang approached and whispered a few words.

"Go to Yangzhou City and try it out." Wan Yanliang said casually, "Send troops."

At the same time, Jiang Yinzhen.

"According to our calculations, the distance from Bianjing to Yangzhou City is about [-] to [-] kilometers." Liu Xi stood beside the blackboard and tapped the chalk in his hand: "According to the speed of the horses, they Even if the Chinese army came to us from Bianjing instead of the old capital, it would take at least [-] to [-] days."

"That is to say," Wu Gong next to him glanced at the data on the desktop: "We can know their tracks when they are a hundred kilometers away, and we can enter a state of full preparation about three days in advance."

"That's right." Liu Zisi thought, "They are unlikely to attack from the rear. We have surveillance networks on the east and west sides. If the situation is critical, we will use gas bombs or large smoke bombs to guide their troops to the main battlefield. Come."

Guan Yu listened to these young people discussing military matters, and his mind was only thinking of how to get out.

Regarding this kind of matter, he has no desire to speak at all—it's okay to say that if the battle is won, once the battle is lost, the blame will all fall on the person who made the suggestion.

It's better to push everything to them and go back to sleep by yourself.

"If Director Guan is not feeling well, why don't you go out to breathe?" Liu Xi gave him a concerned look.

"Ah, it's a bit, the room is too stuffy." Guan Yu laughed and left the conference room quickly.

After he left, Wu Gong glanced at the others, only frowned and said with a smile: "Liu Xi, thanks to the fact that we are not from this time and space."

Since the two-hour meeting just now, everyone is a little tired.

Liu Xi signaled to the others to take a rest first, looked at Wu Gong and said, "What do you mean?"

"I'm quite fortunate that we don't know the cause and effect of this period of history." Wu Gong played with the suet pen holder on the table, and said slowly: "Think about it, no matter whether the final winner of this period of history is Song or Jin. , there must be famous people in both countries—”

In other words, there may be many historical celebrities who live at the same point in time as we are now.

Liu Xi was drinking tea and glanced at him: "Do you think that if we have more awe and familiarity with historical figures, it will affect our judgment on the battle situation and strategy?"

"That's not true." Wu Gong slipped his chair and slipped in front of him, holding up a chestnut: "Think about it, if we go back to the Ming Dynasty in our history, and the emperor opposite is the all-round emperor Yu Cong, the front line It is General Lu who is leading the army to fight against us, are you willing to do it?"

"Excuse me." Liu Xi said without changing his face: "It's time to set the landmines, it's time to bomb the bombs."

Wu Gong rolled his eyes, thinking that there is no way to talk about this topic.

Liu Xi looked at the icon that suddenly lit up on the table, and knew that it was the money bureau who had sent a text message.

The current situation of Linguo is not optimistic.

The population is too small, there are only two occupied strongholds, and the territory is much smaller than other countries.

This means that the resources and population that can be used are also at a disadvantage.

The good news is, they have technology spanning 1000 years.

Bad news, they only have the modern population of a town, and they may not all be under control.

Before setting off, Liu Xi told Qian Fan not to care too much about red tape. The focus of the war years is cooperation and reciprocity. Give in to everything.

This time they went to the Song Dynasty, on the surface, it seemed that the gods descended to the earth, and it was a bit like going to the mountains to bring science and technology to the ancient civilization, but in fact, they were empty in their hearts.

The reason why Yangzhou City was taken down before was because of poor information about the raid at night, and it took advantage of the city's terrain and the dispersion of the defenders.

But if the Song State became murderous towards itself and forced to mobilize 10,000+ troops to kill them, let alone Yangzhou City, Jiangyin, which is south of Yangzhou City, would not be able to protect them.

When the letter was opened, it was a not-so-long voice.

Qian Fan obviously drank some wine, and his hoarse ending sound was a little dragged.

"Liu, we've basically settled on what we need to talk about here. Old Zhao is a nice guy, and he speaks frankly."

"What's more--they don't seem to know what oil is. I even showed them the pictures, and they all said they didn't know, as if they were lying to me."

He hiccupped and continued: "In the afternoon and evening, I will definitely have a business exchange with them. You can wait until tomorrow to answer the diplomatic call."

Liu Xi heaved a sigh of relief, and only sent a reply that he had received, and sat back on his chair to tidy up the documents from the meeting just now.

Sitting next to him, Wu Gong waved his hand and said, "Would you like to ask Mr. Guo for a favor?"

Guo Di was teaching Sun Daofu how to take the battery bus, when someone came from outside the door to inform him that the Senate had invited him.

"The Senate?" Sun Daofu asked curiously, "Is this what their court meant?"

"Didn't I tell you that these people don't have the idea of ​​a monarch?" Guo Di quickly packed up his things and was about to go out: "When they talk about things, they sit face to face, and there is no difference in level."

"Really?" Sun Daofu got up and said, "Take me to see."

Guo Di didn't expect him to make such a request suddenly, so he thought about it for a while: "But, how should I introduce you to them?"

"Let's say it's a friend who came to visit, just make up an official position in the court."

Due to the need to save resources, the cars picking up and dropping off officials basically stopped, and the two got into the carriage at the door and walked unsteadily towards the Senate.

Sun Daofu's previous identity was the minister of the Ministry of Rites, and he had witnessed many tragic scenes when he was an envoy in the Kingdom of Jin.

In order to suppress the people and cultivate their slavishness, the officers and soldiers there forced the good people to cut their hair and change their clothes, and even weaved many unnecessary debts, so that they all sold themselves as slaves.

Yangzhou City is now calm and calm, but he is not used to it.

Liu Xi and the others waited for a while, and saw Guo Di bringing a new Song native.

Several people briefly introduced each other, and Wu Gong went straight to the point, asking for clues about oil and gas.

Guo Di had never heard of such a thing, but knew what to do.

"It's enough to offer a reward directly—there is a market in Yangzhou City, and there are many people with clear eyes and ears. The reward doesn't need to be too high, dozens of silver collars are too much."

Sun Daofu looked at Liu Xi from the side, and asked abruptly, "Is this the king of Linguo?"

"We are called Yuanshou." Wu Gong said indifferently: "We are honored as Liu Yuanshou, and we can also be called Mr. Liu."

Sun Daofu was not used to this title, so he just stepped forward and saluted, with an angry look on his face: "Mr. Liu, why did you occupy Yangzhou City?"

Liu Xi was silent for a few seconds, thinking that this guy was honest enough, he only looked at Guo Di: "A scholar?"

Guo Di nodded.

"We came from the sea, and now we are taking over this city. Firstly, we want to protect the people of Linguo and use Yangzhou as a boundary to resist the invasion of Jinguo. Secondly, we want to obtain land for farming and breeding, so as to survive the severe cold, drought and flood." Liu said. Xun knew that he didn't need to explain to him, but he still treated him truthfully.

"In this way, you can occupy the cities of other countries?" Sun Daofu was quite imposing to ask the teacher for his crimes. He had all kinds of situations in his mind when Gan Luo and Lin Xiangru were sent as envoys, and his words became more and more fierce: "For the life and death of the people of Linguo, So you can rob Song people?"

Guo Di suddenly felt that the two sides were not human.

His selfishness wanted to use the military strength of the neighboring country to let them resist the invasion of the Jin country, and it would also count as giving the Song country a few more years of life.

But this questioning completely left him speechless.

"This gentleman." Wu Gong said slowly: "First, we have rented or bought all the land, and the rent is not short of a penny. Second, we have all the people who don't want to stay here. Let go."

He took a step forward, and actually forced Daofu Sun to take a step back: "Renth, righteousness and morality are indeed true, but in troubled times, even life is a luxury. Have you ever said that to Jinren?"

If this was a peaceful age, Jiang Yin would naturally be able to stay on the side of the hill and develop farming and resume production quietly, as if they would spend most of their lives in this small manor.

But this is the age of war when you don't have to pay for your life.

The four countries confront each other, and the situation is treacherous and unpredictable. If they do not compete for resources, if they do not develop their military power, it will be a matter of time before they are encroached by any one of them.

Sun Daofu really relied on the fact that these people were easy to talk and reason, so he stepped forward to question him. At this time, he was forced to wake up a little bit.

"Mr. Sun, the winner is the king and the loser." Liu Xi said calmly, "You don't want Yangzhou City to be taken, you can lead your troops to take it back at any time."

This is not a harsh word, but a fact.

Although Liu Xi took the position of the head of state of Linguo and led everyone to the best outcome, he also knew in his heart that if he made a wrong decision, the consequences might be catastrophic annihilation of the entire army.

Sun Daofu was speechless for a while, and only looked at Guo Di for help.

"Sun Taichong, among other things, this Linguo really has lessons to learn in terms of managing people's livelihood and developing agriculture and animal husbandry." After all, Guo Di has rich experience in dealing with scholars, so he directly changed the subject and said, "Tomorrow I will take you to see them." reform, if you go to Mianzhou later, there are more ways, right?"

The scholar just snorted coldly and walked away.

Guo Di let him walk back by himself, it was inconvenient to say sorry to Liu Xi and the others, and it was also inconvenient to leave with him.

"Consultant Guo," Liu Zi patted him on the shoulder, motioning him to sit down and talk: "I called you here this time to ask if you would like to take charge of an army and continue to participate in the defense of Yangzhou City."

"If there is no problem, I want to hand over the navy to you."

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Lin'an.

Everyone is drunk, and the things that should be talked about are almost done.

Qian Fan knew that at this time, in order to stabilize the relationship between the two countries, he should bring some gifts.

Just now, Comrade Old Zhao was so excited that he rewarded each of them with a string of pearls, and asked the eunuch to present them with various rare gifts.

What about bottles from the Tang Dynasty, calligraphy and paintings from the Han Dynasty? Although Qian Fan didn't quite understand what they were, he knew they were all treasures when he saw the surprised faces of the officials.

He was not interested in cultural relics, and came here purely to complete the task. He only explained briefly, and asked his men to return to the car to turn on the signal base station, and handed Zhao Gou a walkie-talkie.

"This, is this also for sending messages?" Zhao Gou looked at the thing without a screen and asked, "Can I contact Xiangyang?"

"In Xiangyang, only after the construction of the signal tower, can we contact through the mobile phone." Qian Fan explained: "But this thing can communicate within a range of ten miles, why don't you give it a try?"

Because he was slightly drunk, he staggered a bit before standing up, explained to the others how to use the walkie-talkie, and handed four of them to the eunuch's plate.

The favored civil servants and military officials took over separately, and scattered away at the emperor's behest.

Zhao Gou waited for a while to sing and dance, and after confirming that they were all far away, he tentatively asked, "Can you hear them all?"

"Report to the official's house, I can hear you."

"Official, the voice is very clear."

"Your Majesty, you are really amazing! This minister has ridden a horse for a long distance!"

Zhao Gou spoke a few more words with them quite satisfied, and asked curiously, "This thing doesn't need any tower?"

"We brought ten here, so that you can get around in the palace." Qian Fan turned his head and signaled his colleague to take out another thing: "And this."

As soon as the box was opened, there were two boxes of Mitsubishi and Baile writing pens inside.

Zhao Gou was very interested in the things in Linguo, so he took the wine glass and got off the table, walked up to take a closer look: "What is this?"

"This is Linguo's pen." Qian Fan took a notebook casually, unscrewed the cover in front of him, and wrote a few words directly: "We understand that you need to grind the ink before you can write. Bring a few boxes of pens."

Zhao Gou was stunned for a moment, took the brush, and wrote a few words with the posture of holding a brush: "It's too thin, but it's still easy to use."

"This is how you hold this pen." Sitting next to him, Qian Fan gestured: "This pen is ready to use when you write, just put the cap on after use, and you don't need to grind the ink."

"Good stuff, really good stuff!"

Next, they took out folding bicycles, folding mirrors, chicken essence, thick soup treasures and other things, and explained the usage of various things like going to the countryside for a trade fair.

Some courtiers never closed their mouths. In the end, their eyes were sore and they were reluctant to close their mouths for a break.

This conversation went into the night.

After the courtiers were dismissed and resigned one by one, Zhao Gou pulled Qian Fan aside, indicating that he had something to say to him.

Qian Fan realized that the emperor seemed to have some special demands, and motioned his colleagues to go out for a smoke first.

The guards outside the distant door looked at them vigilantly, for fear that something might happen again.

Zhao Gouping withdrew his servants, leaving only the two of them in the huge palace.

This atmosphere is a bit strange...

As a rough old man, Qian Fan originally suspected that he was going to talk about military plots and secrets with him, but he didn't expect that the emperor would turn his head to look at him after pacing up and down for a long time after deliberation. The eyes are very complex.

"General Qian, are your imperial physicians in Linguo also so good?"

Unspeakable secret?What disease?

Qian Fan was a man, and his first reaction was some problems.

The two got together and muttered a few words, but they didn't expect it to be true!

When Zhao Gou was young, he also had a brave and bloody side.

However, in the war between soldiers and horses, not only did he lose his beloved son, but he was also so frightened that it was difficult to raise him again.

Seeing that he was old and weak, and it was difficult to perform human affairs, Zhao Gou had no choice but to choose two adopted sons, one of which was to be the crown prince.

Although these two children have the blood of Taizu, they are not their own after all.

When Zhao Gou talked about these things, his expression was somewhat calm.

He exhausted all the imperial doctors in the palace, and it was difficult for him to regain his glory. Now if he asks General Qian, it is just a last-ditch effort.

If this dynasty could not be handed over to his own flesh and blood, it would be a bit of a pity after all.

In the past few years, he tried various methods, but in the end, because of psychological or physical obstacles, he gradually fell into despair.

The reason why he is conservative and weak in governing the country is probably related to his lack of successors.

To save the country of Song Dynasty, it is just to make wedding dresses for others, and it is just cheap for that boy.

Even though this adopted son is an adopted son, he has no relationship with him to give birth to him, and he can get the throne with just a few calls to his father, which is considered the first good thing in the world.

Qian Fan felt a little emotional after hearing Lao Zhao slowly finish these things.

He was a special soldier, and he went to see a psychiatrist for a long time after retiring.

The word war has little meaning to people in peaceful times.

They have neither seen piles of corpses and flesh and blood, nor smelled the rotten and stinky smell of blood.

Even scarier than the first two are lingering fears and memories.

Qian Fan's fighting and spear skills are excellent, and he is also an uncompromising figure in the army.

But individuals are afraid of death.

When he heard those bombing sounds and watched the bullets pass by him, he was frightened and even shuddered.

——Until now, the problem of stress trauma has not been completely eliminated.

"Your Majesty, we have a medicine called Viagra."

Qian Fan wasn't sure if the medicine was suitable for him. After all, Mr. Zhao looked over 50, and even if it was really useful, the sperm motility might not be in place.

"But it's hard to say whether it will work."

When Zhao Gou heard the strange name of the medicine, his eyes lit up: "Try! Try! How will you know if it works if you don't try it!"

"Well, doctor, I have it, and I'll show you the situation later." Qian Fan thought for a while and said, "If there is no problem, we will send a car back to pick up the medicine tonight or tomorrow. have a look?"

Zhao Gou's expression could no longer be described as ecstatic.

If he can cure this disease, if he can have another heir, let alone save the Song Dynasty, it will not be an exaggeration to bring the Jin Dynasty to the border of Mongolia!

Seeing the emperor's excited and ecstatic expression, Qian Fan suddenly thought of Liu Xi.

Liu Yuanshou knew that he had sent someone back overnight to pick up a box of Viagra, so the expression on his face might... be pretty.

The doctor in the team is a man.

But the scene was still embarrassing.

According to Lin Guo's treatment method, it is necessary to take off the trousers to check whether there is any disease in the lower organs.

Zhao Gou's current mentality is that if he can have another child, it's fine even if he takes off his pants for the whole court to see.

The problem is how dare the guards and hidden guards, naturally they sent two father-in-laws who are skilled in martial arts to guard by the side.

The doctor checked briefly behind the screen, asked about the general situation, and whispered a few words to Qian Fan after he came out.

That night, a car drove back to Yangzhou City.

This matter must be reported to Liu Xun and the others. When the car came back, the people in the Senate were still working overtime.

"Qian Fan is back?" Liu Xi walked to the door with a cup of coffee in his arms, and when he saw the familiar license plate number, he glanced at the windshield: "Not back?"

A small cadre in charge of running errands got out of the car, his face was full of embarrassment.

"Brother Liu... Qian Ju asked me... to come back and get a box of Viagra."

Liu Yuanshou was silent for ten seconds.

"What the hell is Qian Fan's grandson doing!!!"