Chapter 248 State Monopoly Capitalism (Next)

Things between people are so strange. Some people have been with each other for more than 20 years but still cannot become friends, while others fall in love with each other as brothers at first sight.

Zhao Pusheng and Ding Pulang gave everyone this feeling. A few words made everyone here feel a lot of favor towards them, and their intention to prevent them was greatly reduced. Although Chen Youliang gave everyone a bit stiff, he was also a hero, and it was impossible for people to keep him away with a cold face.

So, the atmosphere in the room became lively. Everyone said, "I said, and said, and greeted the three of them in a free manner, and asked about some wars in Jiangnan again. Zhao Pusheng and the three brothers did not hide it. Whether they were victorious or defeated, as long as someone asked, they would say everything. When they were excited, they kept hitting their legs with their palms and sighed loudly: "In that battle, more than 23,400 of my Red Turban brothers died, and countless injured people. When they collected the corpses for their brothers after the war, everyone's hands were trembling, but the master asked, who would follow in the next battle, but no one was willing to turn around and leave."

"We are just a group of farmers. Nowadays, if we don't die on the battlefield, we will have to be forced to death by dog ​​officials and Mongolians. We will die as well, so it's better to die as a person."

"Uncle Shishi once ordered that the two armies would join forces. If the 100-man team attacked, the centurion would stand in front of the front, and the 100-man team would stand in front of the front, and the entire army would press forward, and he would stand in front of the team. Therefore, in the past two years, although I, Red Turban, suffered setbacks in Jiangnan, I would soon be able to regroup and conquer the city and land again. There is nothing else, but I am not afraid of death!"

"A good man, I'm not afraid of death." Mao Gui, Zhu Chongba and others listened to it, constantly stroking their hands and exclaiming. Before they knew it, their favor for the entire Southern School Red Turban was rising steadily.

Compared with the tragic battlefield in Jiangnan, the battle of the Northern Red Turban seemed much more dull, especially after this year's Battle of Shahe, on the one hand, the main force of the Mongol Yuan court suffered a severe blow and it was difficult to recover its vitality in a short period of time. On the other hand, due to the sudden appearance of artillery, the Yuan army was temporarily unable to adapt. The Red Turban Army almost showed an overwhelming advantage on the battlefield. Even if they encountered famous generals like Timur Buhua and Boluo Buhua, they could still win the battle and never found any even opponent.

Zhu Bashiyi kept holding food in his heart and sat with everyone for a while. Seeing that the time and atmosphere were almost the same, he raised his teacup again and asked with a smile, "The three generals said very well, I was just a group of people who were bullied by the government and the Mongolians and couldn't survive. I was just a pain of rising up. I was trying my best to live a life and want to live a personal appearance. There is no difference between the north and the south."

"The Chief Executive said this very much." Chen Youliang heard it and knew it was time to make the point, so he immediately spoke loudly, "The Red Treasures in the World are of course all. After the Grand Chief Executive's appointment, he deeply agreed with the Grand Secretary, saying that once this appointment was released, not only would the expulsion of the Mongol Yuan be just around the corner, but even if everyone followed what the Mongols said, if everyone did as stated in the alliance, the world could reduce many disputes."

This has officially put the Huai'an army in an equal position with the entire Southern School Red Turban. Lu Lu Zeng felt very comfortable. After thinking about it, he interrupted and said, "Mr. Peng is too proud. This alliance is the first to be General Li of Suzhou. My chief general is just to be in charge of his tail. We can talk about the details in this later. The three generals came from thousands of miles today. I guess they have a mission, but I don't know what Mr. Peng has to teach me about the Huai'an army."

"I dare not, I dare not, I see the word "teaching" is too harsh." Chen Youliang's face immediately filled with a smile and he waved his hand carelessly: "It's just that our army has just taken over the fertile land of Huichi and two prefectures, and seized millions of stones of grain. However, the uncle of the master heard that Zhang Mingjian's thief burned Yangzhou with fire. He was worried that the people would not have enough rice and food to fill their stomachs, so he specially sent us to come across the river."

"Don't listen to this person's nonsense." Before he could finish a sentence, Zhao Pusheng stood up and directly blocked Chen Youliang with his body. "This guy has worked in the yamen, and bragging has become a habit. He doesn't want to repent at all. He doesn't hide it from the general manager. The last three generals were ordered to ask the general manager for help. Please save our Eastern Army because everyone belongs to the Red Turban lineage and is unwilling to be a ox and horse."

After saying that, he bowed to the ground again.

"Where is this?" Zhu Bashiyi was slightly stunned when he heard this, stood up from behind the table, walked quickly to Zhao Pusheng, and supported him with both hands. "What is there in the place where Zhu can help? The general said it was, why bother to give Zhu this great gift again?"

"Please help the chief executive to save my master." Zhao Pusheng had just been pulled up here, and Ding Pulang quickly bowed over there, and his voice was full of anxiety. "Master and Senior Brother Zou led the Eastern Army from Wuchang to Hangzhou. For fourteen or five months, the brothers have never had the opportunity to rest. The weapons and armor in their hands were also destroyed and rotten, and they have long been useless. Therefore, since they met Dong Tuanxiao, they even lost the battle. Although they adopted the strategy of avoiding the real and turning the virtual, they have captured several big cities one after another, but the brothers did not have the right weapons. If they just supported with their passion, they would not be able to hold on sooner or later."

"What's going on? Didn't you say that you just captured Chizhou and Huizhou?"

"Yes, Mr. Peng's attack was so sharp, how could he suddenly fall into such an embarrassing situation?"

"No, this is a bit too urgent."

Mao Gui and others around him were froze his eyes and couldn't help but talk. It was indeed a well-known fact that the Southern Red Treasures beat and threw a place. However, it was said that the strongest Eastern Army among the Southern Red Treasures had reached the end of their lives, but it made everyone unable to believe it. After all, Monk Peng is also a veteran in the battlefield. In terms of prestige and influence, he is still above Liu Futong. Liu Futong was able to withstand Yesian Timur's 300,000 troops with a group of mobs. Finally, when Sesame Li and Hao arrived, they rose up and defeated him. No matter how bad Peng Yingyu was, he was not forced into a desperate situation by an unknown rat like Dong Tuanxiao.

When Chen Youliang heard this, his face immediately turned into a piece of pig's liver. He turned from behind Zhao Pusheng, and bowed to Zhu Chongjiu, and said stammeringly: "The chief general is forgiven, the chief general is forgiven, and the general general is indeed slapping the fat man just now. At present, my Eastern Army does have a lot of food seized, but the weapons, bows, arrows, and armor have almost been exhausted. The old brothers in the army are also dead, injured, and unable to do so. In the battle, only tens of thousands of new recruits who had joined the army for less than half a year, holding wooden sticks and iron rulers, could not stop the enemy's siege, especially Dong Tuanxiao, who originally wanted to cross the river to find the chief general to die, but the chief general led the river to the riverside in less than a month. He did not dare to stroke the chief general's whiskers again, so he turned around and pierced us, hoping to join forces with other thieves to destroy our Eastern Army so that he could find the place for Boluo Buhua's uncle and nephew."

"Why are you related to my Huai'an army again? It turns out that my general manager fought in a neat way, but he became a mistake." Chen Ji, the general manager, heard it next to him, couldn't help but frown slightly. He was about to refute a few words, but he saw Zhao Pusheng push Chen Youliang away and said loudly: "The general manager doesn't know anything. Dong Tuanxiao now has a cannon called a big gun. Although its power is far less than the four-pound cannon sold to our army by the general manager, it has at least twenty or thirty. Our army faces them and suffers a big loss before the formal fight."

"Some time ago, the Eastern Army only divided the artillery from the Grand General Officer to three, each with one block of ten, which was naturally very difficult." Ding Pulang thought for a while and added loudly, "According to the last, people sent someone to inquire, Dong Tuanxiao's artillery was a four-pound cannon. He first sent people to buy one somewhere in Jiangbei, and then concentrated hundreds of skilled craftsmen from Jiangnan to imitate it. In recent years, the Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces have relied on the convenience of maritime trade, and the government is very rich. When doing things, they do nothing."

"Not only the cannons, but also the armor and weapons of the government army are getting better and better." After being interrupted twice in succession by Zhao Pusheng, Chen Youliang finally learned to tell the truth, "And some local gentry, because they misbehaved rumors, thought that our Red Turban Army would divide its land and property, and they also formed their own township warriors and went against our Eastern Army everywhere. Therefore, every time our Eastern Army takes a step forward, the surrounding enemies will increase exponentially. Although we can still keep Chizhou and Huizhou for the time being, we may be exhausted if we continue to do so."

"So, when the master heard that General Zhu had already captured Yangzhou, he immediately sent our brothers to contact us. He did not dare to ask General Zhu to send troops to help, but the Grand Chief Executive must give more artillery, weapons and armor. Our Eastern Army is willing to exchange food for weapons at a price of 30% higher than the previous price. Please ask General Zhu to pay attention to the support of both Han men." Zhao Pusheng looked deeply in his eyes with tears in his eyes.

"Please help from the chief executive. I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid of death so worthless." Ding Pulang also leaned down and burst into tears.

Only Chen Youliang, who was still calm at this moment, kept saying in a scattered manner while saluting Zhu Chongjiu, said, "Our army lacks weapons, but there is a lot of food. The general manager has more than enough weapons, but the food gap is very large. It is better to say."

"Shut up." Zhao Pusheng couldn't bear it anymore, and stomped Chen Youliang, whispered orders, and then bowed to the ground. "The general knows that the general manager has many difficulties, but the general manager only asks the general manager to give me a fair chance to die in battle. Don't let the brothers take their flesh and blood to block the shells and blades of the second Tartars. If the general manager can agree, the general, the general and all brothers of the Eastern Route Army will have to form a bribe and tie up a circle even in the future to repay the general manager's help."

"Master, Master, please, for everyone is unwilling to be slaves, please save me and wait for me to save me." Ding Pulang wiped his tears and choked and begged for promise.

The "Grandmaster" everyone here, except for an old man Lu Luzeng, were all young men in their early twenties. When they were in their blood and passionateness, they heard Zhao Pusheng and Ding Pulang say it in a miserable manner, and they couldn't help turning their heads to Zhu Bashiyi and help asking for help. As for the precautions they said before, they had already forgotten them all.
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