Wang Yue woke up and it was dark, and then a veteran brought him food.

The treatment is OK.

Big steamed buns, roasted pork with skin, a bowl of brown rice porridge, salty, and vegetables inside.

It should be suitable for everyone to eat. After all, he is also a formally registered officer. No matter what happened to him and the Zhang family, it will not change what Tong Guan likes. Wang Bing locked him up is only a necessary procedure, but before Tong Guan clearly dealt with him, he still has to give him some preferential treatment.

There is no wine or tea, both of which are obtained from hotels and teahouses outside.

The taste of the food is definitely not in line with his modern taste. The steamed buns are too hard and fermented, but don’t expect the softness of modern steamed buns. The pork hair is not shaved clean, and the sand in the brown rice porridge hurts teeth. It is difficult for those who are used to cooking. At this time, there are indeed stir-frying, but we must not expect that the army can cook daily, that is, in restaurants and rich families, after all, the oil is not cheap. As for pork, it is normal. The most consumed in Kaifeng City every day is pork. There is a special pig-killing lane next to the Baokangmen Wazi where Wang Yue and Liu Qi were shopping. Every morning, thousands of pigs had to be rushed into the city.

And I just walked into the city by Nanxun Gate...

No wonder the road had to be equipped with isolation belts, which was not just about showing the emperor's majesty.

It is still too exaggerating to run pigs all day long on the emperor's imperial road.

It is also essential to drop some excrement. These days, it is not hardened roads. It is said that every time the emperor comes out, he has to sprinkle soil. Finally, the rain and the soil are mixed. It is so sour and refreshing. Master Tong and others don’t have to show their privileges on it.

Wang Yue, who had enough food and drink, walked out with an axe and burped.

No one cared about him.

At first, there were indeed two soldiers outside the door, but when he woke up, he found that he had withdrawn and left him a waist card that had just been driven out, with his position name number on it. It was obvious that Wang Bing was not going to continue to lock him up. In this military camp, he was not afraid of him causing trouble. There were soldiers everywhere outside, so he didn't have to be afraid of him running away...

If he escapes, he has to face Kaifeng Prefecture and Zhang family.

He was in the military camp, and he really couldn't do anything to him. Master Tong had to give him face, but it was another matter to go out.

This guy was carrying his so-called ancestral axe and wandering around this huge military camp like a walk.

The number of Shengjie Army is 5,000.

Tong Guan should not have had no empty salary. When Wang Bing guarded Taiyuan, his subordinates were indeed three thousand, but Zhang Shizheng, the commander of the Shengjie Army at that time, led some of the Shengjie Army to escape, and was finally killed by Li Gang, and his subordinates were then mutiny. However, it was not necessarily because of their escape, but more because of the civil servants' revenge purge of Tong Guan's confidants. After all, the civil servants had long been resentful to Taishi Tong, and it was normal to eradicate the roots after Taishi Tong fell. But at this moment, the Shengjie Army was full, which was already very warm in the early April. When this night was just coming, most of them gathered in the camp, fighting, quarreling, and singing and storytelling, making the military camp look like a tile.

The literary and military play of the Song Dynasty was indeed well-known.

Of course, bragging is indispensable.

Wang Yue walked to the bunch of bragging soldiers with interest and watched.

"Look at this treasure knife, which came from the Great Food Kingdom, had a hair blowing and a hair cut off, or was it a battle with a general under Fang La for 30 years before he won it!"

A veteran showed off with a short knife.

"But you said last time that you bought it in Longyou."

A soldier slapped in the face.

"Nonsense, when did you say it!"

The veteran scolded him angrily.

Then he continued to wield his short sword and blow his record.

This is a scimitar.

It seems that the style is indeed Arabic, but this is not rare in the Song Dynasty. Both the Northern Song and Southern Song Dynasty had close trade relations with Arabia. Arab scimitars must have flowed in. At this time, the swords of the Liao Kingdom were gradually being bent, but they were not bent very strong. Until the Jin Dynasty, it was still in a period of mixed scimitars and straight swords. The Mongols completely bent the swords, and it was very strong, but the arc was slightly reduced in the Ming Dynasty.

That is, the style of goose feathers, willow leaves and oxtails that eventually formed the Ming and Qing dynasties.

The Song army's standard is still a hand knife, similar to a big knife, but it is just a self-defense weapon. On the battlefield, because the armor of all parties is getting stronger and stronger, the knife is no longer the main weapon, and even infantry is an axe, hammer, or even flail.

Of course, the main ones are weapons and crossbows.

Especially the Divine Arm Bow, which is almost the core of the Song army's tactics, and the rest on the battlefield are all for protecting the crossbowmen.

However, Wang Yue didn't care about the knife.

"Can Fang La fight?"

He separated the two blocking the front and asked.

The soldiers looked at him in confusion.

"Brother Wang Yue, newcomer."

Wang Yue bowed and said.

"But it's because of my eyes. Has this brother been ordained before?"

The veteran said.

Only then did Wang Yue remember that the hairstyle on his head was not right, no wonder Liu Qi found him so easily.

"I shaved it, and I was kicked out after making a living in the capital."

Wang Yue said.

The soldiers were relieved. Although Wang Yue and Wang Bing had appeared before, not many people had seen it. It seemed that these people didn't know about him. After all, it was normal for such a large military camp to not know about this.

Several soldiers squeezed aside, and Wang Yue immediately stuffed them into the crowd.

"If Fang La is not very capable, he is just a little more tricks to bewitch people's hearts, and it is said that he knows some magic. Fortunately, our official family is the Emperor of Taoism, and he has the protection of gods. These evil demons and heretics are useless after all. As for the ability on the real battlefield, Fang Qi Buddha under his command can fight. He is really a brave man of thousands of men. We have suffered a lot when fighting with him in Xiuzhou."

The veteran said.

"Who killed this person?"

Wang Yue asked.

"So I still killed? I haven't caught it yet. Fang La was cut in this capital last year, but Fang Qifo still doesn't know where he is hiding."

The veteran said.

Wang Yue then remembered that according to time, Fang La was only eight months ago by Lingchi, and it was in Kaifeng City that he was actually arrested for a long time, and his remnants continued to resist until the end of last year. However, the war was completely over. The war caused great damage to Zhejiang and the population was lost by millions, especially in the Battle of Hangzhou. In fact, even if the Song Dynasty did not have the Jingkang Incident, the situation of the great painter could not last long in the later period.

The Northern Song Dynasty did not collapse and was simply because it was not yet time.

If we compare this time, it would be more like the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty. In terms of prosperity, most of the wars were won, but in fact, they were already full of dangers and were beginning to slide downwards. However, the moment before the slide, they were directly shattered by the iron cavalry of the alien race. So we can leave something to be bragged about for later generations, which makes my big gift seem to be not destroyed by Jingkang, and it can really be as if it is not destroyed by Jingkang. Even if the big gift is not destroyed by Jingkang, it will be a delivery to the Mongolians if it continues like this.

This is so decayed that it cannot defeat a group of defeated soldiers.

After another fifty years of decay, I am afraid that there is not even the combat power of the Southern Song Dynasty. The Southern Song Dynasty can still defend it. The Northern Song Dynasty was defeated thousands of miles on the battlefield of Hebei. The Nianhan army set off from Taiyuan and defeated the Song Dynasty with a drum of war on the banks of the Yellow River. It took only about twenty days in total. The road was not the North China Plain. On the route that runs through Zelu, there were all dangerous passes. No matter whether it was the North South Pass at the entrance or the Tianjin Pass at the exit, or the Zelu City at the fortress level in the middle, there would be no Jingkang change.

There is also the Yellow River.

It took Nianhan a total of twenty-three days to cross the Yellow River, which was regarded as a natural barrier, and defeated the main force of the Song army.

The Song Dynasty was really embarrassing.

Wang Yue continued to humiliate Songzhong every day.

"So what about Song Jiang?"

Wang Yue asked.

This is what he really wants to know.

"Song Jiang, these people can fight, especially those of Wu Song and Lu Zhishen, who are all very skilled in martial arts and invincible on the battlefield. If Ping Fang La had not been these people before, we would probably have to endure the heat and heat in Jiangnan at this time."

The veteran said.

"Then where are these people at the moment?"

Wang Yue asked quickly.

"A lot of people died in Hangzhou. Some of them were disabled and some were granted official positions. However, I heard that a few more people died later. In short, these people were all bandits. If they were able to avoid death, they would be a mercy for the officials. Even if they made some military achievements, they would not be important. Song Jiang had a regiment training mission, which could be considered as a life for wealth and honor for a group of brothers. Lu Junyi was not lucky and drowned before he even took office. He didn't know where the other officials were like sesame and mung beans."

The veteran said.

"How many of them are there?"

Wang Yue asked with a rush of heart.

"Thirty-six sworn brothers, and some minions under him."

The veteran said.

"What are probably alive?"

Wang Yue asked.

"Song Jiang, Guan Sheng, Shi Jin, Yang Zhi, who else do you have?"

The veteran looked up and asked the others.

"Lu Zhishen."

One said.

"It is said that Lu Zhishen died in the temple. His best brother Wu Song broke his arm and was said to have stayed in Hangzhou as a monk. As for the remaining ones, there were almost a dozen, and a few of them were indeed officials, but they were all in the wing army of the prefecture. However, Yang Zhi was said to have a good official position among the imperial guards in Hebei, and some of them simply left. Then Shi Jin threw away his official uniform and left. After all, he remained accustomed to being a thief. He seemed to be used to being a thief, and he would go home sooner or later.

Speaking of which, these are all bandits. It is already a blessing from the officials who have made merits on the battlefield to avoid death. So what if they can fight? Do you really want to be a high-ranking official?

The thief is the thief after all.

It's different from our innocent imperial guards.

Even if Song Jiang got a regiment training envoy, he was just a fifth-rank military officer. In fact, he was only a military chief in Chuzhou. Chuzhou was not without a magistrate, but he was just a dog for the magistrate."

Another corrects the error.

A group of innocent Song imperial guards nodded in agreement.
Chapter completed!