Chapter 480 Cargo

The carriage drove into a camouflaged farmhouse surrounded by walls. Su You asked Zhao Xu to get out of the car and went to the shooting range.

Zhong Yi was already preparing here. When he saw Zhao Xu coming, he trotted over to greet him.

Zhao Xu smiled and said: "It's amazing. At such a young age, you can shoot a thousand steps with flying colors. Whose family are you?"

Zhong Yi responded loudly: "Your Majesty, my late father Zhong Shiheng, I am the youngest brother of Zhenrong Army Zhong Xie!"

Su You introduced: "This is the eighth man of the Zhong family. When I was in Weizhou, I saw that he was smart and enlightened, so I took him under my account and became my personal attendant."

Zhao Xu asked Su You: "I heard that you and Zhong Dalang are not on good terms? Why are you helping him train his younger brother?"

Su You said bitterly: "I want revenge! Hachiro will become a better general than his brother in the future. I want Zhongda to never be able to hold his head high in front of me!"

Zhao Xu laughed loudly: "This is a good bet! Ba Lang, I hope you can become an army of two hundred thousand soldiers one day!"

Zhong Yi was so excited that he almost trembled: "I will not disappoint His Majesty!"

When Su You took out the exquisite magical gun, Zhao Xu took it and looked at it over and over: "How to use it?"

Su You said: "Eight Lang, perform martial arts for His Majesty!"

Zhong Yi took the magic weapon and said, "Yes!"

One hundred and fifty steps ahead, there is a target. The target is wearing a Xixia military uniform, armor, and a helmet.

Zhong Ji opened the bolt of the gun, loaded the bullet, loaded the gun, put the gun on his shoulder, took a slight aim, and pulled the trigger.

"Pop!" The recoil shook Zhongjie's body, then he lowered the muzzle, pulled out the bolt, removed the remaining paper casing on the bolt, changed the bullet, and fired again.

The movements were coordinated and smooth, and within a few breaths, five shots were fired in succession.

Zhao Xu got excited and said, "I'll try it too."

Zhong Yi reloaded the bomb again and instructed Zhao Xu to aim at three points and one line.

"Bang!" Another shot rang out. Zhao Xu held the empty gun and was unwilling to let go: "Let's go and take a look!"

The steel-core bullet used penetrated four large holes in the target's chest and plate armor, and also opened one in the helmet.

Zhao Xu knocked on the steel plate: "Is this cold forged armor?"

Su You nodded: "This is the Qingtang Haozijia captured in the Battle of Weizhou."

Zhao Xu praised: "Good! One hundred and fifty steps away, it is possible to pierce through the war armor, just like breaking through leather and paper... What a great weapon! This Xining magic gun is worthy of being the number one magic weapon in a single army!"

Gao Shilin coughed lightly from the side.

Zhao Xu smiled and said: "By the way, this is the name of the new year next year. Don't tell anyone about it now."

Several people quickly agreed.

Zhao Xu checked the target again: "That's not right... where is the hole made by my gun?"

Su You quickly pointed to the hole in the helmet: "This was shot by His Majesty. Hachiro just shot a round and missed the target! Isn't it Hachiro?"

Zhong Yi turned his head to one side, expressing that he did not want to talk to such a sycophantic minister.

Zhao Xu also rolled his eyes at Su You, opened the gun, followed Zhong Yi's example and removed the paper shell, and under Zhong Yi's guidance, pulled out the barrel-cleaning iron stick from under the barrel to clean the barrel.

Throwing the magical blunderbuss to Gao Shilin: "I heard that Ming Run was in Weizhou and asked Shangzhou Zhou to use refined iron to test weapons. You and Hong Jiang refused?"

Damn it! Gao Shilin was shocked: "This... this..."

Su You cupped his hands and said: "Your Majesty, Shangzhou supplies the front line and it is too late to produce customized weapons. At that time, Gao Jiedu refused to serve as a minister, which was a proper move."

Zhao Xu was in high spirits today: "Forget it, I'm short-sighted and deserve no credit. By the way..."

Li Xian handed over a box, and Zhao Xu handed it to Su You and solemnly said: "Open it and take a look."

Su You opened it, and there was a brocade and velvet support inside, with a somewhat old purple gold fish bag placed on it.

Seeing things and thinking about people, Su You's eyes suddenly turned red.

Zhao Xu looked at Su You's expression, nodded and said: "This is what the emperor meant. Before he died, he specifically told the empress that one day Mingrun's contribution will be great enough, and he must give this goldfish bag to you. This is

The covenant between the king and his ministers cannot be broken."

After saying this, I couldn't help but sigh: "Mingrun, Grandpa Huang believes that you can do it, but it's a pity that he couldn't put it on for you personally."

He took out the purple gold fish bag and hung it on his waist for Su You. He took two steps back and said solemnly: "Knowing the affairs of the military and state affairs in Sizhou, Su You was the transfer envoy of the Jiangdu in Xizhou, Lu, Chongqing and Kui Gorges. He was loyal, diligent, conscientious, and built many wonderful things."

Honor, guard the outside and guard the inside, and be excellent in the appointments. The unfilial grandson Zhao Xu, following the emperor Yongzhao's order, was specially given a purple gold fish bag and a letter of reward with an inscription to show his honor."

Su You was so excited that he bowed to the end: "My lord, Su You, I would like to express my gratitude to the Emperor for his kindness. I will devote myself to the Emperor Song Dynasty until my death."

Zhao Xu patted Su You on the shoulder: "Go back to Bianjing. The appointment will be issued soon."

After saying that, he said to Zhong Yi: "Eight Lang is good. I am a son of the Zhong family. What do you mean by being a transfer envoy? If you want to follow the path of the right class, how about following me? How about I serve as a servant to Youwu Lang first and send him as a direct messenger from the Yulong Class?"

?”

Zhong Yi was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

Su You started with a slap on the back of the head: "Ah what! Why don't you thank Your Majesty for the compliment!"

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Qingtang, Xincheng, Xicheng.

This is Yuzhong in later generations. Going northwest over the Gaolan Mountain is Lanzhou in the Western Xia Dynasty. Going southeast against the Qingshui River is the niche valley. Outside the niche valley is Dingxicheng, where Huizhou and Gongzhou of the Song Dynasty meet.

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Jialiang stood alone outside the new city of West City, watching the wind and snow falling on the watchtower at the head of the city.

The trumpet sounded from the city, and the city gate finally opened. A group of soldiers came out of the city to welcome Jialiang into the city.

Mu Zheng was in the big tent, looking at the military map with a frown on his face.

After the death of Zusiluo, his uncle Dong Fei received help from the Song Dynasty and inherited the largest part of the political legacy, forcing his father Fei Fei to come here blindly.

After the Weizhou War, the Xixia people lost control of Hengshan, so they turned around and consolidated the Lanzhou and Hezhou areas.

After Xiang Xiang's death, Mu Zheng became the leader of the Tibetan people in Hezhou. Dong Xiang kept writing letters, asking Mu Zheng to bring the tribe to his tent.

The attempt to annex is very obvious. What Mu Zheng is thinking now is whether to join Xixia and gain some living space for himself.

Xishi New City also needed supplies from the Song Dynasty. His uncle sent people to discuss with him many times, saying that he could open up trade routes for Xishi New City and let Mu Zheng organize a caravan to go with them to the Song Dynasty.

However, my father repeatedly warned that all prey fell to the arrows of hunters because they could not withstand the delicious taste of bait.

Mr. Jia's transaction is very fair. In his words, he only earns the share he deserves.

The price is clearly marked, but it is reassuring.

Jia Liang came to the tent: "Little prince, have you thought clearly?"

Mu Zheng smiled bitterly: "Do I still have a choice?"

Jialiang said: "Yes, there are quite a few choices, but what the little prince should consider is what happens after the choice."

Mu Zheng said: "After the choice?"

Jialiang said: "The little prince is caught between the three forces. He could have joined forces to gain living space, but now the situation has changed."

Mu Zheng was stunned: "Please tell me, Mr. Jia."

Jia Liang smiled: "Now that the little prince is no longer able to stand on his own, the choice is actually very simple."

"The first, of course, is to move the whole clan to Xiangzi City, take shelter under your uncle, hand over the clan honestly, and then pretend to be an idiot, which is also An Le Gong."

Mu Zheng shook his head: "My uncle hates my father to the core, and most of his subordinates are his companions since childhood. Even if my uncle is magnanimous, I'm afraid that his subordinates will cause trouble. When the time comes, he can accuse me of whatever crime he wants. This will be the death penalty.

The credit of others.”

Jia Liang nodded: "Clever! Then there are only two choices left, Da Song or Da Xia."

"But what I want to ask the little prince is, does the Song Dynasty still need you after it has your uncle? Starting from your father, your tribe has been in such a difficult situation. From Hezhou to Jiang'an, from Jiang'an to Xincheng, Dong Wenjian

In such a situation, has Song Dynasty ever done justice to you?"

Mu Zheng shook his head hard.

Jialiang said: "It is a fact that Daxia is newly defeated, but because of this, we pay more attention to the border barriers."

"There are still 500,000 troops in Daxia. The overall military strength is greater than that of the Western Army of the Song Dynasty. The so-called Yixi Weishe has already left Weizhou and is wandering around the rest of the Song Dynasty. How much fighting strength does the Western Army still have?

Scary?"

"Little prince, you have been doing business for a long time. Now you have a piece of goods in your hands. The merchant in Daxia is poor, but he is in urgent need of this goods; the merchant in Dasong is very rich, but he has no need for this goods.

The attitude is that it is dispensable. Little prince, which company do you think is better to sell to?"
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