Liu looked at the couple, wondering why they suddenly became so arrogant, and gave orders to the soldier.
"Just ask their leader to come in with some personal guards, and send some food, wine and meat to their soldiers, and let them camp outside the city."
Lao Lin was about to say something, but Liu Mang immediately raised his hand to stop him. "Lao Lin, I'm only doing this to give you face, otherwise I wouldn't bother to care. Besides, I haven't taken a cent from Dayan. Taoyuan County was built brick by brick by my brothers and I."
"Forget it. We are colleagues after all. Lao Liu, go prepare a few tables of food as a reward for the people coming from the court." Liu Mang looked as if to say, "See, I'm doing this for your sake."
Lao Lin also slowly sat down and stopped talking.
Everyone felt that the atmosphere suddenly became a little strange. After Liu Mang finished speaking, he sat in the first seat and drank tea quietly.
Outside the East Gate, blue military flags fluttered, forming a sharp contrast with the red flags on the city wall.
"Manager Wei, is this still the territory of our Great Yan? You actually made us wait here for so long."
A general in his twenties, riding a white warhorse and wearing silver armor, was complaining to a middle-aged man with white hair and no beard, wearing the clothes of an inner official.
Chief Steward Wei closed his eyes, his expression relaxed: "General Song, this is normal. After all, Da Yan hasn't governed Yunzhou for seven or eight years."
"Haha! I think General Song is anxious to see your future wife, right?"
"Hehe! I'm not afraid of being laughed at by General Wei. It's true that I haven't seen Ru Shi for several years, and I miss her very much." General Yinjia looked lovesick.
At this time, General Wei opened his eyes and laughed, "Haha! General Song is indeed a love-struck man. He is indeed just like your father, Prime Minister Song."
"Okay! Someone's coming out."
As soon as he finished speaking, General Silver Armor followed Chief Steward Wei's gaze and saw a team of about a hundred soldiers walking towards them in an orderly manner, pushing several carts of supplies behind them.
They quickly marched to within ten meters of the imperial cavalry and stopped in unison with a snap. General Wei observed the soldiers' strange attire—not even armor, but strange weapons and a slew of bells and jingles. Yet, their elite aura remained unaffected.
At this time, a person of a different color came out, probably a small leader. When he came closer, he raised his hands to his temples, as if to show respect to them.
"Our county magistrate said that those of you leading the charge can bring no more than ten guards in, and the rest can camp outside the city."
Then he pointed to the carriages behind him. "This is food, fodder, wine, and meat. It's enough for more than 500 of you to work hard."
General Yinjia was so angry at his tone, which showed no respect for the imperial court, that he laughed. Pointing at Shanji, he cursed, "Open your dog eyes and see! I am Song Shaohong, the Deputy Commander of the Imperial Guards, and this is the Emperor's Chief Eunuch. Even your county magistrate knelt and kowtowed to us when he saw us. Who do you think you are, dictating to us?"
Who is Shan Ji? He's a thug! Now he's a thug with a soldier. "Oh! You little white face, why the hell don't you look in the mirror? Who do you think you are to be worthy of me kneeling to you?"
"My boss said, kneel to heaven, kneel to the earth, kneel to your parents, and kneel to your boss. Kneeling anything else is meaningless."
Choke~~~
Song Shaohong was so angry that he drew his sword and was about to rush forward to chop down Pheasant. Pheasant was not afraid when he saw this and pulled out his pistol and pointed it at him.
Click, click, click!
When the soldiers of the first company of the third battalion saw that the opposite side had drawn their swords, they took out their guns from their backs and loaded bullets. The cavalry on the imperial side also drew their weapons, and the two sides confronted each other in a murderous confrontation.
“That’s enough!”
At this time, Manager Wei shouted, then glanced at Shan Ji and Song Shaoming indifferently.
"Brother, is this what you, the county magistrate, meant, or what Lin Zhengye meant?"
"There's no need to go into too much detail. This is because my county magistrate is giving you food and fodder as a favor to Master Lin. Otherwise, I wouldn't give you a single hair. Don't you see what year it is now?"
"Oh? Okay! We'll just do as you say."
"General Manager Wei..."
"General Song, go and arrange the camp! Just pick a few smart people to follow you." Before Song Shaohong could say anything else, Chief Steward Wei interrupted him.
Song Shaohong glanced angrily at Captain Shanji who was picking his nose, and then went to arrange for camping.
A moment later, Song Shaohong followed with only 10 cavalrymen.
Chief Steward Wei looked at Shan Ji gently. "Brother, please lead the way!"
After entering the city gate, there is East Street. Wei Zongguan and others saw that both sides of East Street were full of buildings being built in full swing.
But the construction workers were a group of ragged people, completely different from the pedestrians on the street who were wearing fine cloth clothes. But each of them was working very hard, with a look of hope on their faces.
"Little brother, who are these people?" Finally, Manager Wei couldn't resist his curiosity and asked Shan Ji, who was riding a black horse in front.
Shan Ji still had some good feelings towards Manager Wei. After all, he was not as arrogant as Song Shaohong.
"Oh! Are you talking about these people? They are all bandits. They had nothing better to do than attack our county the day before yesterday and were captured."
Shan Ji said with pride that after all, he was the commander of this battle, and this was enough for him to brag about for the rest of his life.
"Are they just some hooligans that you captured and used as slaves?"
Song Shaohong teased him, and Shan Ji rolled his eyes at him, as if to say, "You're mentally retarded, I don't want to talk to you."
"you…"
Steward Wei waved his hand to stop Song Shaohong from speaking. "If that's the case, why do they seem so happy to work?"
"Well, let me put it this way! When they were bandits, they had to eat only coarse food every day, and they still couldn't get enough to eat. After being captured, they were sent to labor camps, where they had to eat a lot of white porridge and steamed buns every day. Do you think they were happy?"
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