Water Margin people

"Go and buy more meat to feed the soldiers on the front line!"

Master Zhong said to a soldier beside him.

"Yes!"

The soldiers took the order and left.

Lu Zhishen on the other side just looked at Zhong Shidao and others, eating and drinking as they were minding their own business.

"Master Lu, I'm afraid your nose will be crooked with anger!"

Jiao Ting chuckled.

During this period of time, they had a clear picture of the situation on the other side. They had two meals a day, one dry and one thin, which would make them half full on normal days.

But now is wartime. Soldiers not only have to be stationed, but also need to train. Soldiers train a lot and consume a lot of money. It's not okay if they can't keep up with their diet.

"Those corrupt officials in Tokyo don't even know they're about to die!"

Lu Zhishen looked disdainfully in the direction of Tokyo. He knew best the virtues of those people in Tokyo. Even with a knife on their necks, they did not forget to be greedy. They really wanted wealth rather than life.

"But their beacon towers are quite dense, there is only one for every mile!"

Guo Sheng said.

"No matter how dense it is, it's just a show. It's too close to Tokyo, and there's nothing blocking it except the Yellow River. So what if they light the beacon tower? I can give them to them even if they dig out flowers from a distance of less than a hundred miles. He filled it up.”

Lu Zhishen shook his head and said, the beacon tower is just a temporary measure, the purpose is to stabilize the morale of the army, the actual effect is very small, such a short distance is a flat plain, what is the use of timely warning? The army on my side will arrive as soon as they pick up their horses.

"But I'm afraid the defenders on the other side won't be able to bear the fact that we eat and drink so much. It's heartbreaking to watch others eat and drink hot and spicy food while hungry in this winter."

Jiao Ting touched the hat on his head and smiled. He was bald and his head was freezing in the winter, so he got a dog-skin hat and put it on.

"Let them go their own way, no matter how chaotic they are, I don't want to massacre the Western Army!"

Lu Zhishen sighed and said, now he remembered that he said that Sun Lei was too "indecisive and womanly" in fighting, not like a commander, but now that he was leading the troops alone, he realized that the butcher's knife was not so easy to wield.

With the banner of divisionalism, it would be difficult for the Western Army to really break away from the Song Dynasty. However, this is only for officers. Ordinary soldiers don't care so much. They serve as soldiers and eat food. This is what ordinary soldiers think.

"Just drinking wine and eating meat is not enough fun. Whoever is good at it can give a show!"

When Lu Zhishen saw that Zhong Shidao on the other side was still looking at him, he said to the soldiers beside him.

"General, the villain can sing!"

Several soldiers immediately laughed and started making noises. In this era, men would also sing a few times, tell stories and so on.

"Okay, let's have one!"

Lu Zhishen laughed and said.

After a while, the singing voice reached the south bank of the Yellow River, and Zhong Shidao and others frowned when they heard it.

"This is Lu Zhishen!"

Zhong Shidao felt irritated. The great monk Lu Zhishen opposite, who was drinking and eating meat, was still the same rough and arrogant Luda that he was back then. His wild drinking style had not changed at all.

"Shuai Zhong, why don't we leave first?"

When everyone saw the soldiers, their mouths were watering. They knew that continuing like this was not an option. The soldiers wanted to run over and eat some.

"Has he been like this all this time?"

Master Zhong asked.

"It's not like this often, it just happens when someone is watching. The more people watching, the more excited he becomes."

An officer spoke.

"It really seems like an idea he can come up with!"

Zhong Shidao looked at Lu Zhishen on the other side and said, in the past in the Western Army, one of Lu Zhishen's methods of interrogating enemy prisoners was to starve the enemy prisoners and eat and drink in front of them.

Lu Zhishen listened to the soldiers singing, and the more he listened, the happier he became, so he ordered a bonfire to be lit by the river. The soldiers were in high spirits and danced around the bonfire, as if they were having a bonfire party. Zhong Shidao looked at him like this, as if he was fighting with Lu Zhishen.

"Is this old man confused?"

Lu Zhishen frowned when he looked at Zhongshi Dao, who was standing motionless on the other side. He thought he could take Zhongshi Dao away, but he didn't expect Zhongshi Dao to confront him.

Zhong Shidao's behavior today was completely beyond Lu Zhishen's expectations. In his impression, Zhong Shidao was not a person who was angry.

"Master Lu, what should we do?"

Jiao Ting looked at Lu Zhishen and asked.

"Then go up to the barbeque, bring in some cattle and sheep, and call in some soldiers. Let's have a barbecue party by the Yellow River!"

Lu Zhishen said directly, since the fight was on, there was no reason to retreat. If he retreated, it would be a sign of weakness. He estimated that Master Zhong thought the same way.

Zhong Shidao stayed by the river until dark, and the soldiers arrived with food.

"Let's light a bonfire too, and we'll have a meal here too!"

Master Zhong ordered to the soldiers.

Soon a bonfire was lit on the south bank of the Yellow River, and a bonfire party was also held on Zhongshi Road. Although the food was not as good as on the other side, the soldiers were satisfied if they could eat enough.

Zhong Shidao's behavior made Lu Zhishen's face turn the color of pig liver, looking like he was being choked.

But Lu Zhishen is not afraid. He is young and strong, so even if he doesn't sleep for several days or nights, it is not a big problem. Master Dao is old, and he is no match for his endurance.

The bonfire party on both sides of the Taiwan Strait lasted until late at night, and then gradually dispersed.

Zhong Shidao was getting older after all, and he couldn't bear it until the latter half of the night.

"Commander Zhong, why do you need to be familiar with Naruda? He is just a rude bastard. It's not worth getting angry with him!"

One of the soldiers saw the tired look on Master Zhong's face and said with some distress.

"Ruda...sigh..."

Master Zhong sighed helplessly.

"How much meat did you buy?"

Master Zhong sighed for a long time, and finally looked at the soldiers and asked.

"Enough to support the frontline army for three days!"

The soldier replied that they could not eat as much wine and meat as the enemies on the other side. A meal with a few slices of meat and a little soup would be regarded as a vegetarian meal.

"Only enough for three days?"

Zhongshi Daozhi frowned, this time he took out everyone's private property.

"Shuai Zhong, prices are high in the city, and meat prices have increased even more. At normal prices, you can still buy meat for ten days."

The soldier said helplessly that there were 20,000 troops on the front line. Even if they had little food, it would consume a lot of money. Moreover, although Zhong Shidao had been an official for many years, he had never been corrupt, and all the money was given to the soldiers. , there is not much money at all.

"I'm going to Tokyo!"

Master Zhong Daoqiang cheered up, got up with the help of his own soldiers, and rode to Tokyo at night.

Lu Zhishen from the north bank had been drinking for a long time, unbuttoned his clothes, exposed his chest and was blowing in the wind.

"Master, if the way of teaching changes from normal, it's like breaking a jar!"

Zhu Wu looked at Lu Zhishen and said.

"It's just a broken jar. If he wants to drop it, just drop it. At most, it will only make a noise."

Lu Zhishen burped and said, the broken jars he was talking about were those people in Tokyo. Even if they were smashed to pieces, nothing would change. (End of chapter)