Five A

Author: Yao Jishan

Five A

After that incident half a year ago, Da Chang'an no longer dared to blatantly intervene in the human slave trade, and even cut off contact with his good broker. He only secretly sent Lao Tu and Cullen to do things. And the two of them were really helpful, and every time

He can be satisfied every time.

Two days ago, Da Changan saw the beautiful little Song girl on the street. He wanted to rob her on the spot, but Gude Nadan's carriage happened to pass by at that time, so he had to go forward to please his superiors.

When I looked back, the little Song girl had long disappeared.

That day he sent Lao Tu and others to look for the person. Now two days have passed and the person has not been found. Da Changan's patience has reached its limit.

At this time, the tent door was opened, and a maid walked in from outside the tent tremblingly, knelt down next to the soft felt, buried her head deeply, and trembled:

"Report... report to the master. The people sent out came back and said that Master Tu and Master Cullen... have not returned yet."

"None of these idiots... None of these idiots who deserve to be torn to pieces by yellow wolves! None of them are useful!"

Da Chang muttered vaguely, his squinting eyes swept over the slave girl's snow-white and delicate neck, and he swallowed hard.

"come here."

He hooked his fingers at the slave girl, his red eyes were like those of a wild beast, and he let out a heavy breathing sound from his nostrils.

The slave girl was a Song girl, with a delicate beauty that was different from that of Jin women. When she heard this, her face turned pale and her whole body trembled, but she still bit her lip, got up and shivered, and walked forward in small steps.

Suddenly the screams of the female slaves came from outside:

"Ah? What is this?"

"So much blood!"

"There's someone over there!"

Da Changan was half awake from the wine, and his face turned cold immediately.

"Come here." He shouted loudly, and several personal guards who were guarding outside the tent immediately bowed in. He looked at them with a sullen face: "Go and see what's going on."

The bodyguard took the order and left.

Da Chang'an lost interest for a moment and drank the slave girl away. He immediately returned to the cow horn case and picked up the golden ring sword that was lying aside. After thinking about it, he dropped the wine bag and walked towards the hanging table with the knife.

The heavy armor at the corner of the tent.

The tent door was suddenly lifted, bringing in a gust of wind and rain. The guards quickly walked in, one of them holding a baggage in his hand.

"What is it?" Da Changan still put one hand on his armor, squinting his eyes and scanning back and forth between the baggage and the personal guards, his face covered with frost.

The baggage was dripping with blood, almost staining the clean white sheep felt.

The personal guard knew his likes and dislikes, so he stood in front of the felt and opened the baggage.

A bloody human head appeared before his eyes.

"Someone threw this baggage in from outside. The guard said that the person was covered in a raincoat and could run faster than a rabbit. Our people are chasing him."

"Leader, it's Lao Tu!" Another guard stepped forward to look at the head and quickly recognized it.

Da Changan's expression remained unchanged, but the aura on his body became increasingly gloomy.

Another guard with a sinister face took two steps forward, knelt on one knee, and presented something in his hand:

"Leader, the mouse who threw the baggage accidentally left something like this behind when he ran away."

Da Chang'an's eyes shone with cold light, and his sinister gaze was fixed on the object in the hands of his personal guard.

It was a very finely polished short knife, with double-edged edges and a tapering shape. The handle was engraved with a krait pattern. It was the favorite weapon of the Black Armored Army.

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"The army of the Jin Kingdom is divided into five armors. In addition to the golden armors led by the Jin tribe, there are four armors of white, black, red and blue. The number of soldiers in each armor varies. The total number of soldiers in the five armors is about 550,000.

.Among them, the Jin tribe is the largest, with more than 300,000 soldiers."

In the courtyard, Wei Shu, wearing a raincoat and holding a broad-backed scimitar, carefully put down Lao Tu's headless body, still whispering to herself.

The distribution of the Jin Kingdom's army was not a top secret. Ye Fei occasionally mentioned it when chatting with Zhou Shang, and Aqisi also wrote it down.

According to Ye Fei, the Jin army also knew the distribution of the Song army in detail. After all, the two countries had been at war for twenty years, and each knew the details of the other. This did not seem to be a big deal.

But in Wei Shu's view, such knowledge was a major event, and it was an extremely abnormal event.

The Song and Jin countries are completely different from each other in terms of population, territory, foundation and bloodline.

Song Zhijin is normal.

For thousands of years, despite the rise and fall of dynasties and wars and disputes in the Central Plains, the people of the Central Plains have always relied on this profound accumulation to grow.

On the other hand, the Kingdom of Jin has only been established for twenty years. Its territory only accounts for 40% of the Song Dynasty, and its population is less than 40% of that of the Song Dynasty. The so-called emperor was just a mere tribal chief, and he was the so-called emperor.

Small country.

This is not something Wei Shu deliberately underestimated, but it is indeed the case.

Although the Jin Kingdom looked down upon the Song people from top to bottom and regarded the Song people as pigs and dogs, their governance strategies, people's economy, etiquette regulations and even clan inheritance were all imitated by the Song Dynasty, even their coins.

The extended use of Tongbao of the Song Dynasty.

How could such a new and small country know so much about the powerful Song Dynasty? Where did they get these secrets?

Ye and Zhou people never talked about this matter, but Wei Shu guessed that they might know something.

It is precisely because the founding of the country was too short and the foundation is unstable, so the Jin army will gather all the tribes and divide them into five armors. Among them, except Jinjia, who is the purest Jin tribe, the other four armors are made up of many small tribes.

Made of.

"The Wujia troops are divided and the military power is unified. However, the soldiers are not just from one clan, but are mixed with many clans. It is extremely difficult to communicate military orders from top to bottom. What is even more difficult is... the hearts of each one."

Wei Shu chuckled lowly, dismissed the distracting thoughts, and carefully modified the fatal wound on Cullen's throat. The scimitar in her hand had now been replaced by a barbed arrow.

The yard was very quiet and empty.

Except for her, all the residents had fled with their families, and all kinds of debris that had crowded the courtyard were all emptied out in a short period of time.

What is unbelievable is that the tenants even pooled their money to hire two large carts to help transport their things. There was actually a miscellaneous shop on the market that specialized in this kind of business. The shop owner was also from the Song Dynasty, so they didn’t even ask.

Then he loaded the things into the car and took them away.

This is a day in the life of the Song people in Baishuang City.

Caught between death and blood, they lived for most of the day. No one knew where they would stay for the night and what would happen tomorrow.

Wei Shu lowered her eyebrows, her eyes were slightly cold, but her hand movements were extremely gentle and slow, striving to make every detail perfect.

She tried her best to cover up the matter. If she could go one step further and cause trouble to someone else, her goal would have been achieved.
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