After all, Fan Zhongyan was old and rushed over and took Fan Zhen down, but he couldn't hold on, but he was still a little worried.

"Erlang, that alcohol is really so magical? Can it affect the life and death of the Song Dynasty?"

Wang Ning'an smiled, "The old husband has led the army. What is the most precious thing in the army?"

Fan Zhongyan raised his eyebrows and smiled and said, "The army is naturally the most precious of fierce soldiers in a hundred battles. With old soldiers, you can stabilize the morale of the army and avoid defeat. The more old soldiers, the more tenacity the soldiers will be. They cannot be defeated or defeated! But it is not easy for old soldiers to get it. The general died in a hundred battles and the hero returned for ten years. Every day, he licked blood on the head of the knife, and the new wounds on his body were added to the old ones. If he was not careful, he would be dead."

Fan Zhongyan narrowed his eyes, as if he had returned to the northwest battlefield. Thousands of soldiers were lying on the ground wailing, with heavy bloody smell, miserable wounds, suppuration and rotting, and one by one, one of them was so painful that they died of death. Every day, people carried the bodies and threw them out. Even if they died, they were struggling painfully in their eyes...

Thinking of this, Fan Zhongyan couldn't help but his eyes turned red.

Wang Ning'an smiled and said, "Old husband, when the dam broke last year, I wrote a hygiene charter. Combined with alcohol to disinfect the wound, it can save at least 70% of the wounded soldiers."

"What?"

Fan Zhongyan was shocked, 70%, what does that mean? Even if the medicine is sufficient, only 30% of the wounded in front of the army can survive, and often there is not even 10% of them.

If 70% survived, after several battles, these veterans would grow into brave soldiers and become backbone of the Song army. The Song people were not as weak as they imagined. If it weren't for the two Northern Expeditions, Zhao Er would have used up all the foundation left by his elder brother. With the fierce soldiers of the Song Dynasty, they could have fought one-on-one with the Liao soldiers!

As Wang Ning'an said, this alcohol is really related to life and death!

Fan Zhongyan didn't say a word and went back for a while. He had to study it carefully to see if the effects were really so magical.

Old Fan left, Yan Shu and Yu Jing also said goodbye, only Ouyang Xiu was left. The old master was twisting his beard and standing side by side with Wang Ning'an. He suddenly smiled, "You just had murderous intentions, right?"

Wang Ning'an did not deny it and asked back: "Don't some people die?"

Ouyang Xiu was stunned for a long time and spoke out loudly, "Erlang, the king and the literati and officials share the world, not the people share the world!"

I really didn't expect that Ouyang Xiu had understood such a profound truth. Wang Ning'an was shocked, randomly but disagreed, and shook his head.

Ouyang Xiu was surprised, "I thought you would envy the scholars, and then you would become a disciple and go on the road to progress in the imperial examination?"

"Drunk, to be honest, I have envied scholars, but now I think such scholars are so shameless! My great man, Wang Ning'an, wouldn't he be in the court with pigs and dogs!"

It was rare that Ouyang Xiu was not angry, but said, "I hope you can keep your mind unchanged. I have nothing to say." Ouyang Xiu turned around and was about to leave, but after taking a few steps, he turned his horse's head, "Erlang, listen to me. Fan Zhen deserves to die, it's not something you can do. I find a way to demote him to Lingnan and go to the land of insects and snakes and smoky land. He can't live long, and it's considered a sin."

After all, Ouyang Xiu still cannot get rid of the interests of the scholar group, and this is not his fault. After all, Ouyang Xiu has been studying books for most of his life, and his relatives, friends, and disciples are all in this circle, and he should always care about the incense and passion.

Moreover, the old master felt that when he arrived in Lingnan, he would suffer. It was even more terrible than killing him. The punishment was harsh enough!

But Wang Ning'an didn't think so. In the eyes of the scholars of the Song Dynasty, the wild land was a rich land in Wang Ning'an's eyes. Maybe Fan Town has passed by, eating 300 lychees every day, and being as happy as a god, he was unwilling to return to the capital!

You must not get the old man off, but you cannot kill him casually. With Xia Ruo's past, if you don't do it well, you will be filled with honor after death. Wouldn't it be true that the old man's wishes be fulfilled? No, absolutely cannot...

Wang Ning'an was worried, but he didn't know that although Fan Zhen was taken down, the evil he committed had just begun.

The smuggling trade was originally a good start, but Fan Zhen suddenly sent troops to make trouble, and the upper class of the Liao Kingdom was originally quite numb.

The two sides stopped fighting for decades, and the great Song Dynasty was peaceful and military, and the Liao Kingdom was even more so.

Fan Town made the private trade clear, and the upper class of Liao was suddenly awakened. Only then did they notice that the grain prices in Liao were soaring due to the outflow of grain in Liao. The people at the bottom were full of complaints.

Although the Liao Kingdom would not care about the humble people as weeds, they were unwilling to suffer losses. For a time, the Liao Kingdom's patrols on the border increased by more than ten times, and the smuggling trade came to an abrupt end.

In addition, the cavalry of the Liao Kingdom was unwilling to patrol honestly, and frequently went south to attack Caogu. The entire Song-Liao border was shocked three times a day, and Liao soldiers continued to go south, burn, kill, loot, and do all kinds of evil.

When he received the news, Fan Zhongyan and others looked extremely ugly. Even Ouyang Xiu reflected on it. Is it worthy of the innocent people just exiled Fan Zhen to Lingnan?

"A month and a half, just one month and a half, and winter will pass, and the grain from the south will be transported up, and more whales will be hunted in the sea, and the people will be alive. Fan Zhenbi, you should die!"

Ouyang Xiu gritted his teeth, but he could do nothing.

Fan Zhongyan sighed, "I won't say anything else. The most urgent task is to deal with the soldiers of the Liao Kingdom. Immediately send someone to find Jia Xianggong, let him mobilize his troops and defend himself strictly. Never let the Liao soldiers attack in. We must fight back resolutely, and fight for an inch of land!"

Lao Fan was still sober. At this time, the Song Dynasty was too weak. Once the Liao soldiers rushed in, the refugees everywhere had no way out and were likely to be bribed by the Liao soldiers. Even if they were not bribed, the refugees would flee south desperately in a hurry.

On a cold day, there is no need for clothes and little food. When a heavy snowfall occurs, there will be dead bodies everywhere. Thinking of this, Fan Zhongyan's scalp is numb.

I am most afraid of internal and external troubles, but I am most afraid of what I am most afraid of!

Fan Zhen forced Li Wuji to light candles and wine. Dozens of trucks of supplies were like a super torch, telling the Liao army that something happened in the Song Dynasty. Come and rob it!

Originally, Fan Zhongyan still had a hint of pity in his heart, and felt that Fan Zhen was also walking straight, but his head was too dead, but now he had no sympathy.

It is said that corrupt officials and treacherous slandering the country, and such straight ministers who claim to be loyal will also harm the country!

well!

Fan Zhongyan had no time to take care of Fan Town's affairs. He was full of his mind on how to defend against the Liao soldiers. Other places were good. Only in Cangzhou, the Yellow River entered the Baigou River, and the Song and Liao jointly had natural dangers. The Liao soldiers stepped on the ice and could go south at any time. The two hundred miles of defense line, and the Song Dynasty had less than 10,000 troops, which was simply stretched. How to resist the Liao soldiers was really a big deal.

...

"Ning'an, Dad is going to the battlefield." Wang Liangjing was in a mood for a long time before he spoke, but found that the family members on the table had no reaction, as if they had not heard it!

He coughed twice again, "I'm going to fight the Liao soldiers this time."

Wang Ningze raised his head and giggled, "Cut a few more dog heads back!"

Wang Liangjing was so passionate that he photographed his youngest son, looked at Wang Ning'an again, and instructed: "Take good care of the family, dad will not embarrass the Wang family."

Wang Ning'an lowered his head and pulled the rice from the bowl, put down the empty bowl, and smiled at his father, "I'm sorry, because I'm going too!"

"What?"

Wang Liangjing was shocked and shook his head repeatedly, "Ning'an, don't talk nonsense. You are too young to go, you can't go."

Bai was in a heavy mood, but he did not object, "Brothers fighting tigers, father and son soldiers, Ning'an is on the 15th day of the Chinese New Year, not too young, I can't bear it, what do you want to bear it!"

It turns out that the mother and son had already agreed. Wang Liangjing has been restless these days, either walking his horse or wiping his horse's spear, running to the ancestral hall, sitting in front of Wang Gui's statue for the middle of the night. He was thinking about something, but his family didn't know what he knew.

Seeing that his family knew clearly, but he was in the dark, Wang Liangjing was embarrassed to scratch his head, and his face suddenly became dark.

"Ning'an, it's not that my father doesn't let you go. It's really too dangerous this time. As the commander of Cangzhou, my father is responsible for defending the territory. The Liao soldiers are so rampant. If you don't give them some color, you will be a man who is a six-foot man!" Wang Liangjing sighed again, "It's just that our cavalry has not been trained, the trained war horses have not grown up, and the soldiers have not been able to get through. Many people have never seen blood. No matter how you look at it, the chances of victory are not great. Dad wants to..."

Wang Liangjing wanted to continue talking, but Bai stopped him.

"Don't say depressed words. You are my man and you must come back alive, otherwise, or I will follow you!"

The usually weak Bai family was so strong. Wang Liangjing opened his mouth wide in shock, not knowing what to say.

Wang Ning'an said with a silence, "Dad, don't worry, we will not die, and we will win a big victory!"

"Are you really sure?" Wang Liangjing asked in surprise.

Wang Ning'an stretched out his slap, "At least 50%. In fact, I have made a lot of preparations over the past year, but whether it can be done or not has to be decided on the battlefield."

Wang Ning'an pretended to be relaxed, hugged his hands and said with a smile: "Dad, the ancients had to kill people and sacrifice flags to succeed in going to war. This time we will also kill a damn person! Add color to our father and son!"

...

Fan Zhen, deputy envoy of Hedong Road Transport, broke into an alcohol workshop, causing a big disaster, was dismissed from his official position by Fan Zhongyan and took care of him on the spot. Two days later, he was escorted Fan Zhen and went to Daming Mansion.

On the way, the team escorted Fan Town met the cavalry from the Liao Kingdom's Caogu. In a killing, the Song soldiers were dispersed and Fan Town lost its trace.

Two months later, spring was blooming, and a household carried water from the septic tank and went to the fields to fertilize. As a result, a body was taken out of the septic tank. He was so scared that he immediately reported to the official. After investigation by the yamen, he found that the man was wearing a purple goldfish bag, which was something that only a third-rank official could wear. The local government was so scared that he immediately wrote a letter to the court. The imperial court sent an imperial envoy to come down and quickly confirmed his identity. This was the missing Lord Fan Zhenfan. Although he was not of sufficient rank, he was given a special gift during his tenure as a censor.
Chapter completed!