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    Bi Dusi led a group of personal soldiers and ran out of the city at high speed.  Hearing what Bi Dusi said, Yang Ling had already sent people to the post office to grab food, so he didn't care about the soreness in his hips, so he hurriedly got on his horse and rushed to the post office.

    The little official who just pulled his sleeve followed him on his horse, and said anxiously: "My lord, you shouldn't have promised to give him military rations, what should we do now?"

    Yang Ling was shaking like a puppet, but he still couldn't help shouting: "Why not? Is it impossible for the soldiers to fight on an empty stomach? Withholding military rations is a crime of decapitation!"

    The petty official smiled wryly and said: "Sir, how dare petty officials like us withhold military rations casually? It's because they didn't bring enough rations, who's to blame?"

    Yang Ling said angrily: "Nonsense, you obviously have two warehouses of military rations, enough for ten days, how dare you bully me in person?"

    The little official said: "How dare you, the little one. Although there is surplus grain in the warehouse, it is the master of the soldiers. These soldiers only brought the grain. What do they have to do with me? My lord, even Sun Dusi has 30% of the grain."  We allocated it from the rations of the main soldiers."

    Yang Ling asked: "Come on slowly, talk slowly, what's going on?"

    The little official hurried to the side of the road and explained it carefully to Yang Ling. It turned out that among the five battalions under General He Can's command, those stationed in the three cities in the east, west and south were his cronies, the main soldiers in the Huailai area, that is, the local permanent garrison  army.

    Among the two battalions of soldiers and horses who rushed out of the city in the lead, Sun Dazhong's army is called guest army, that is, soldiers from other provinces.  The supply of knives and guns is still in charge of the original province of Henan.

    Bi Chun's soldiers are called Beibing, and they were temporarily transferred from the Zhejiang Guards. They are only for a few months every year when the Mongols are most likely to violate the frontier, and they will go back after that.

    This time the Tatars attacked more than a dozen post stations in several adjacent counties at the same time, and the beacon fire spread to the capital.  In combat, the army was in a hurry.  The supply battalion was directly under General Yongning's troops, so the troops of Sun Dazhong and Bi Chun didn't even have enough rations to transport food and grass.

    Although Sun Dazhong's soldiers were guest troops, since they were stationed permanently, it would not be a big deal to temporarily withdraw some supplies from the main army. They would just report to the treasurer of Fucheng to deduct from the money and rations brought in from Zhejiang.  However, the prepared army is a randomly selected army, and it will return to its original station after the beginning of spring.  At that time, transportation was inconvenient, local officials were inefficient, and it was common for them to shirk each other and default on military pay. If they were transferred back to the local area before they paid off their debts, who would be responsible for the shortfall?

    After listening to the little official's explanation, Yang Ling found it a bit unbelievable that such an important department as the army can't manage to coordinate the payment of money, food, and military pay. I really don't know which idiot formulated such a rigid and unrealistic military supply system.  Walking all over the city, you can see that the uniforms of the soldiers of each battalion, the specifications and quality of weapons are uneven.

    At this time, he also knew that he had promised too much, but if the soldiers can't even eat enough, how can the morale of the soldiers be guaranteed?  What's more, Bi Chun's supplies just didn't arrive in time, as long as the treasury of the city of Xingshu adjusts the accounts of each army in time, it will not be a big problem, and Yang Ling will feel more at ease here.

    The sun has slanted to the west, and the Post Office is covered in white snow and bathed in cool sunshine.  On the passage under the east gable wall, every twenty steps hangs a lantern whose color has been faded, swaying gently in the wind.

    Five carriages stopped one by one on the gentle slope of the channel. There was a lot of voices in front of them, all of whom were from the south, armed with knives and guns, looking murderous. There seemed to be more than forty people.  More than a dozen postmen in front of the posthouse, holding whistle sticks, were blocking the entrance of the storehouse under the leadership of a small official, confronting and arguing with them like a cockfight.

    Seeing this situation, Yang Ling seemed to be winding up like a clockwork, hurried over and shouted loudly: "Stop everything, tell me if you have anything to do!"

    Zheng Dapeng, Bidusi's personal soldier, stood beside a general with rolled-up sleeves and a machete on his shoulder. The man had a murderous look on his face, like a butcher. Zheng Dapeng whispered something to him, and he squinted at Yang Ling  With a glance and a wave of his hand, the soldiers suddenly fell silent.

    Seeing Yang Ling, the little official guarding the door jumped up and shouted loudly: "Master Yicheng is here, sir, these soldiers are going to grab the army food! Hehe, I just crawled out of the pile of dead people, and I'm afraid that you big soldiers  ?¡±

    When the soldiers heard this, they clamored again, and Yang Ling hurriedly raised his hands and shouted: "Be quiet, brother Qiu must have conveyed Bi Dusi's military order, all officers and soldiers, don't make noise, who is the highest rank present here?  Please come forward and count the food with Benyicheng, and you can receive it after signing and making a deposit."

    Standing in ZhengThe officer next to Yanpeng stepped out and said shyly, "You're smart, we're working hard at the front, and we're starving because we're hoarding food here. Do you think we're easy to bully?"

    The granary guard ate and said: "My lord, you can't distribute this food to them without authorization, they are".

    Yang Ling interrupted him and said, "I know that they are a reserve army and a guest army, and their food and supplies have not yet arrived!" He glanced at the crowd and said loudly: "At the same time, I also know that they are a brave army.  They are the saviors of the county. When Jiming Station was in danger, they rushed to the front, drove away the Tartars, and saved the lives of the whole city."

    He asked the soldiers: "If I read correctly, the Musketeers are the soldiers in your battalion, right?"

    "That's right!" The officer was full of pride. He glanced around complacently, and said loudly, "There are too few gunners in the Northern Army. Only our Southern Army has a dedicated gunnery team."  !"

    Yang Ling nodded and said, "Well, now that the enemy army has retreated, the parents, wives and children of the entire county, including brothers and sisters, can eat a full meal and sleep soundly. What's the reason? With these brave soldiers  Stand at the head of the city for us, so the Tartars dare not come to disturb us again!"

    He said loudly: "You say, why don't you pay for the food in the warehouse? Could it be that these officers and soldiers who charged into the battle were hungry and guarded outside the city for us? The heroes are bleeding for us. We can't let the heroes bleed and cry.  !"

    These words are too provocative, who cares what these little soldiers think in those days?  Who really cares what they do?  It was an era when a hundred battles were not as good as a beautiful article.

    The soldiers raised their knives and guns and put them down quietly, and the hostility on their faces was swept away. They were both proud and moved, their eyes were a little moist, and the butcher-like officer was trembling all over his face.

    Yang Ling's words changed, and he said again: "Besides what do we have to worry about? They come from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, which is a land of fish and rice. Seven or eight out of ten of the world's annual gifts come from Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Huguang, such a rich place  Are you afraid that the borrowed food will not be repaid?"

    "That's right. I, Guan Shouying, will guarantee with the head of the project. When our army's rations arrive, I will return them to the treasurer first. I don't owe any grains!" Yang Ling praised and praised him, and the officer felt like a national hero.  There was a thumping sound in the filming, and he promised loudly.

    Yang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, winked at the storekeeper, and shouted: "Aren't you going to open the warehouse to release the grain?" He then smiled at Guan Shouying: "General Guan, I'm really sorry for delaying the brothers' meal, but the warehouse  Importantly, I also hope that the general will take care of all the brothers, and wait for my people to pass the scale before moving the food, so as not to mess up the rules."

    Guan Shouying grinned when he called out one general at a time, and quickly agreed: "It's easy, it's easy, I don't bother Master Yicheng to order." He stared bull-eyed, and shouted loudly to his soldiers: "Brothers, give me some peace!  Son, don't embarrass our Zhejiang soldiers."

    A group of officers and soldiers agreed in confusion, Guan Shouying patted Yang Ling on the shoulder heavily, and said with a smile: "Brother is the captain of Lord Bi's personal army, Yang Yicheng, I hand over you as a friend."

    The personal soldiers are only responsible for the general's personal safety, and also serve as the supervisor of the battle team when standing. Although the captain is not a big official, he is indeed Bi Chun's confidant.  Naturally, Yang Ling flattered him, and he casually took out the words of a few people's soldiers, making Guan Shouying feel like a friend and amiable.

    After finally answering correctly and leaving the group of Qiu Baye, Yang Ling wandered back to his house. Only then did he feel sore all over his body, his bones seemed to be falling apart. After entering the house, he fell directly on the kang and walked out for a long time.  Take a breath.

    Seeing the tiredness on his face, Han Youniang quickly took off his boots for him, lifted his legs onto the kang, sat beside him and gently beat his legs, and said softly, "Sir, are you tired? Take a rest."  Let's eat again."

    The head of the kang was burning warmly, and Han Youniang's hands were so gentle, Yang Ling felt so tired that he didn't even bother to open his eyes.  He leaned comfortably on the quilt and murmured: "Young lady, I'm so tired, I'm sore all over."

    Han Youniang changed from beating to pinching, gently kneading his sore muscles from the calf, pursed her lips lightly and said with a smile: "Young lady rub it for my husband, if there is some medicinal wine, it will be fine, make sure you wake up tomorrow."  Not sour at all."

    A comfortable and itchy feeling came from his calf. Yang Ling let out a comfortable groan, and relaxed his body to enjoy her tenderness. After a while, he suddenly heard something, and hurriedly opened his eyes and said, "My body is too bad.  Yes, I need to practice it later, by the way, I saw you using the stick technique on the top of the city today, it¡¯s amazing! What kind of stick technique is that called?¡±

    Han Youniang blushed pretty, and massaged his legs coyly, falteringly said: "It's all country tricks, my husband asked me what to do with this?" (Remember this website: www.hlnovel.com)w.hlnovel.com
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