Bidusi led a group of personal soldiers to run out of the city at lightning speed. Yang Ling heard what Bidusi said, so he had sent someone to the Yicheng Office to grab food. He didn't care about the soreness of his hips, so he hurriedly got on the horse and rushed to the Yicheng Office.

The little official who had just pulled his sleeves and followed him by his side, and said anxiously: "Sir, you shouldn't have agreed to give him military rations, what should I do now?"

Yang Ling was so shocked that he looked like a puppet, but he couldn't help but shout, "What should we not do? Can the soldiers fight on hungry? Withholding military rations, all dynasties and generations are all serious crimes for beheading!"

The little official smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, how dare we detain military rations casually? They didn't bring enough food and salary, who can we blame?"

Yang Ling said angrily: "Nonsense, there are two warehouses of military rations, which is enough for ten days. How dare you bully me in person?"

The little official said, "How dare you? Although there is surplus grain in the warehouse, it is the head of the army. The soldiers who prepare only brings that grain. What does it have to do with us? Sir, even Sun Dusi's grain is allocated 30% of the grain we allocated from the head of the army."

Yang Ling asked, "Take it slow, let's talk slowly, what's going on?"

The minor official rushed to Yang Ling to tell him carefully. It turned out that among the five battalions under General He Shen, among the five battalions, the one stationed in the three cities of the east and west, south, was his confidant, the main soldiers in the Huailai area, that is, the local army permanently stationed.

Among the two battalions of troops who rushed out of the city before, Sun Dazhong's army was called the guest army, that is, the soldiers from other provinces. Although they had permanently transferred local defenses for the need for garrison, their food and grass supply, manpower supplementation, and even the supply of horses and swords and guns were still under the responsibility of Henan, the original province.

Bi Chun's soldiers are called "Preparation Army" and are temporarily transferred from the Zhejiang Guard. They are only a few months after the Mongols are most likely to invade the border every year, and they have to go back later.

This time, the Tatars attacked more than ten post stations at the same time between several adjacent counties. The beacon fire reached the capital. The general of Xuanfu sent three guerrilla generals to assist Zhuolu, Huailai and Chixian, and condemned the two guerrilla generals to fight maneuvers. The army was very anxious. The baggage battalion was the direct subordinate of the Yongning generals, so the troops were naturally equipped with their troops first to transport food and grass, so Sun Dazhong and Bichun's troops did not even bring enough military rations.

Although Sun Dazhong's soldiers were permanently stationed, it was nothing to draw some supplies from the main army temporarily. They just reported to the capital city treasury officials to deduct the money and grain transported from Zhejiang. However, the army was randomly transferred, and they had to return to their original garrison after the beginning of spring. At that time, transportation was inconvenient, local officials were inefficient, and they were shirked from each other, and it was common for them to owe them military pay. If they were transferred back to the local area before they paid off their debts, who could be responsible for this loss?

After hearing the explanation of the little official, Yang Ling felt it was a bit incredible. An important department like the army could not coordinate the management of money, grain, and military pay. I really don’t know which idiot formulated the system for military supply. No wonder he just walked all over the city and saw the uniforms, specifications and quality of the soldiers of each battalion.

At this time, he also knew that he had agreed to it too much, but if the soldiers were not even full of food, how could they ensure their morale and morale? Moreover, Bi Chun's supplies were not in time. As long as the running script and the city treasury adjusts the accounts of each army in time, it would be no big problem, and Yang Ling felt at ease when he came here.

The sun was setting in the west, and the office was covered in the snow, bathed in the cold sunshine. Every twenty steps on the channel under the east gable, a lantern with an unstripped color was hanging, shaking gently in the wind.

Five carriages were parked on the gentle slope of the channel one by one. There were loud voices in front of them, all with southern people, holding swords and guns, and they were full of murderous auras. It seemed that there were more than 40 people. More than ten postmen in front of the post warehouse were holding whistle sticks, and under the leadership of a minor official, blocking the entrance of the warehouse, confronting and arguing with them like a cockfighting.

Seeing this, Yang Ling tightened the clockwork and rushed over and shouted loudly: "Stop it all, tell me if you have anything to do!"

Zheng Dapeng, the personal soldier of Bidusi, stood next to a general with a sleeve rolled up and a machete on his shoulder. The man was full of murderous aura and looked like a butcher. Zheng Dapeng whispered a few words to him. He glanced at Yang Ling with his eyes and waved his hand. The soldiers immediately calmed down.

The little official guarding the door saw Yang Ling and jumped and shouted loudly: "Master Yicheng is here. Master, these soldiers are going to grab military rations! Hehe, I just crawled out of the pile of dead people, are you afraid that you big-headed soldiers?"

When the soldiers heard this, they started to clamor again. Yang Ling quickly raised his hands and shouted: "Jing Yijing, this brother Qiu must have conveyed the military order of Bidusi. Soldiers, please do not make noise. Which military post is the highest? Please come and calculate the grain with this postmaster, and sign and seal it to collect it."

The officer standing next to Zheng Dapeng walked out and said with a hug and a sagging belly: "You know what you know. We work hard in front of you, but we are storing food here, but we are hungry. Do we think we are easy to bully?"

The little official of the Shoucang said juicyly: "Sir, this grain cannot be distributed to them without authorization, they are."

Yang Ling interrupted him and said, "I know that they are reserve troops and guest troops. Their supplies and food have not arrived yet!" He glanced at everyone and said loudly: "At the same time, I also know that they are brave troops and saviors of the county. When Jiming Post is in danger, they rushed to the front, drove away the Tartars, and saved the lives of the whole city's elders."

He asked the soldiers, "If I read it right, that musket team is the army in your camp, right?"

"Not bad!" The officer looked proud, he glanced around proudly and said loudly: "There are too few musketeers in the Northern Army. Only our Southern Army is equipped with a special musketeer!"

Yang Ling nodded and said, "Well, now that the enemy has retreated, the whole county, including the parents, wives and children of all brothers, can have a full meal and have a good night's sleep. What's the point? Just these brave soldiers are stationed on the top of the city for us, and the Tartars dare not come to invade again!"

He shouted: "You said, why do you think there is food in the warehouse but you don't pay it? Could it be that these officers and soldiers who charge into battle are hungry to guard us outside the city? The heroes are bleeding for us, and we cannot let the heroes shed blood and cry!"

These words were so inflammatory. Who cares about what these soldiers were thinking in that era? Who really cares about their role? It was an era when military achievements in a hundred battles were less than a beautiful article.

The soldiers were quietly put down their swords and guns, and their faces were swept away. They were both proud and moved, their eyes were a little wet, and the butcher-like officer's face was trembling.

Yang Ling changed his words and said, "What are we going 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 taxes come from Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Huguang. In such a wealthy place, are you afraid that you will not repay the grain?"

"Yes, I was guaranteed by Ying with the head of the clan. When our army's rations arrived, I would definitely return them to the treasury first. I would not owe any particles!" Yang Ling praised and praised the officer, who also felt like a national hero, patted his chest so loudly that he said loudly.

Yang Ling sighed, winked at the custodian guarding the warehouse and shouted, "Don't you open the warehouse and release the grain?" He smiled at Guan Shouying and said, "General Guan, I'm really sorry for delaying my brothers' meals. However, I hope the general will take care of all the brothers and wait until my people pass the scale before moving the grain, so as not to mess up the rules."

Guan Shouying was screaming at the general, and he quickly agreed: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, the Master Yicheng will give him the order." He glared at his ox eyes and shouted at his soldiers: "Brothers, please be more at ease, don't embarrass our Zhejiang soldiers."

The officers and soldiers agreed in a mess. Guan Shouying slapped Yang Ling's shoulder heavily and said with a smile: "Brother is the captain of the personal soldiers under Lord Bi. Yang Yicheng, I've made a friend."

The personal soldiers were only responsible for the personal safety of the generals. They also served as the supervisor team when they stood. Although the captain was not very strong, they were indeed Bi Chun's confidant. Yang Ling naturally welcomed him and took out a few words from the people's soldiers, which made Guan Shouying feel very close to him.

After finally getting the answer correctly, Yang Ling shook back to his home. It was not until then that he felt sore all over his body, his bones seemed to have fallen apart. He entered the home and fell directly on the kang and breathed a long sigh.

Seeing his tired look on his face, Han Youniang hurriedly took off his boots, lifted his legs onto the kang, sat beside him and gently beat him, and said softly: "Honey, are you tired? Let's take a break and have a meal."

The kang was burning warm, and Han Youniang's hands were so gentle. Yang Ling felt so comfortable that she felt tired and even her eyes were too lazy to open. He leaned on the quilt comfortably and murmured: "Young Mom, I'm so tired, my whole body is sore."

Han Youniang changed to pounding to pinching, and gently kneaded his sore muscles from the calf, and gently pursed her lips and smiled: "Young Mom rubs her husband. If there is a little medicinal wine, it will be great. I will definitely not be sour at all when I get up tomorrow."

A feeling of comfort and itch came from the calf. Yang Ling murmured comfortably, relaxed and enjoyed her tenderness. After a while, he suddenly heard something, and hurriedly opened his eyes and said, "My body is so bad. I have to exercise in the future. By the way, I will see on the top of the city that you use is so powerful, great! What is that stick method?"
Chapter completed!