The Song Dynasty on the Sand Table

Chapter 297 Going Out for Training
The "spy" looked around cautiously: "Are the people in this house really alright? If the news leaks out... my master..."

Wu Jialiang: "Don't worry."

Seeing his resolute expression and trustworthy demeanor, the spy lowered his voice and said, "My master sent me to inform you that Liu Lin has set out with his troops, secretly heading towards Weizhou. He's deliberately taking less traveled paths, and all the hunters and villagers he encounters along the way are being temporarily placed under the control of the army to prevent any leaks..."

Wu Jialiang: "Huh?"

Yue Wenxuan couldn't help but let out a soft "hmm" in his heart.

The spy said, "If nothing unexpected happens, three days later, he will quietly cross the Bailang River at its mouth and enter Weizhou. Then he will circle around the sea and attack the east gate of the city. If the Northern Song Dynasty is not careful, he may be able to launch a surprise attack."

Wu Jialiang straightened his expression and bowed, saying, "Thank you!"

After expressing his gratitude, he suddenly changed the subject: "Why would Prefect Zhang risk sending someone to inform us of such important military intelligence?"

The spy couldn't help but sigh: "My master wants to say that he is unwilling to surrender to the Jin, and even less willing to become the prime minister of the puppet Qi. He is a subject of the Song Dynasty... but... the word 'death' is easy to say, but not so easy to do."

Wu Jialiang tilted his head slightly, looking at the sky outside the window, and murmured, "The word 'death' is easy to say, but not so easy to do."

He lowered his head and said, "I understand your master's situation. Thank you again for his help. I will make good use of this information. You should rest well in the city for a while, and then be careful on your way back. Don't get caught on the way."

The spy nodded: "No need to rest. The longer we stay here, the greater the chance of leaking information and killing the master. I'll have a good meal and then go back immediately."

Wu Jialiang nodded and did not insist on keeping him, but added, "If Prefect Zhang has the opportunity, he may come to my Northern Song Dynasty."

The spy sighed, "How can we possibly face returning to the Song Dynasty?"

Wu Jialiang: "We are from the Northern Song Dynasty, which is different from the Southern Song Dynasty. Our emperor is kind, benevolent, and reasonable..."

The spy said, "I will pass this message on to the master."

Wu Jialiang nodded and said, "Brother Guan, you personally escort him out of the city, announce to the outside world that you are going to kill him, and release him when you reach a deserted place."

Guan Sheng: "My brother is really very careful."

Wu Jialiang: "This concerns the safety of Prefect Zhang, so it's always better to be cautious."

Guan Sheng led that man out...

Wu Jialiang shook his head and shouted loudly, "Brother Yu Fanwen, quickly assemble the troops!"

Yu Fanwen: "Is war about to break out?"

Wu Jialiang said, "Tell the brothers that we're going to do some training. Although it's training, it will be just like real combat."

Yu Fanwen bowed and then hurriedly left.

The young member of the Ji family, who had been watching from the side, finally spoke up: "I understand now. General Wu is indeed more suited to be a civil official. No military officer is as meticulous as you."

Wu Jialiang spread his hands: "But I don't know why I'm so unlucky. I've spent my whole life playing with knives. Look, Liu Lin is about to attack, and I have to lead troops into battle again, and I'll have to play with knives again."

Ji family members: "..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Yue Wenxuan couldn't help but say, "Mr. Jialiang, you are truly wasting your talent."

Wu Jialiang turned around abruptly and exclaimed joyfully, "Brother Ip Man, you're awake?"

He'd gotten used to it by now. Master Ip and Bruce Lee spent most of their time in a "century-long slumber," and while they were asleep, they were no different from ordinary people—they could eat, drink, walk, fight, and even say a few strange lines—but they were actually sleeping. Only now, at this moment, was he truly "awake."

Yue Wenxuan nodded: "You're awake. Oh, I slept so well."

Wu Jialiang thought to himself: You've been asleep for quite a long time, ever since you saved me in Mizhou. The capital of the Northern Song Dynasty was established, and the world had changed drastically.

Yue Wenxuan: "I just heard Mr. Jia Liang sighing, it seems..."

Wu Jialiang blushed slightly: "I hope you won't take my idle complaints to heart. I am already blessed to have reached such a high position as the Left Upper Guard General."

Yue Wenxuan said, "No! No matter how high the position, if one cannot give full play to Mr. Jialiang's talents, then it is meaningless and life is not fulfilling."

Wu Jialiang: “!”

Yue Wenxuan said, “Mr. Jialiang, there’s no need to worry. When I get back and see my young master Yue, I’ll talk to him and ask him to help you get a different civil official position.”

Wu Jialiang was overjoyed.

He was one of the few people who knew that Zhao Shi was a fake, and he also knew that Young Master Yue was the real person in charge, while neither Lady Gong nor Zhao Shi were.

If Young Master Yue can help, then he's definitely going to take the job of a civil official.

Just as he thought of this, Yue Wenxuan said, "The position of Minister of War seems to be vacant. My young master is considering who should take it. I think Mr. Jia Liang is just right."

Wu Jialiang: "Huh? Then... isn't he still a soldier?"

Yue Wenxuan laughed: "Although they are fighting, they are still civil officials. A civil official who can fight is a good thing."

Wu Jialiang: “…”

Yue Wenxuan: "Mr. Jialiang, you are skilled in both literature and martial arts. If you don't use your fighting skills and only focus on civil service work, it will be a waste of your talents. Besides, if you only do civil service work, can you compare with the scholars from great families like the Qi, Ji, and Ma families? If you abandon your strengths and end up being mediocre, that's not good either."

"But if you were to become the Minister of War, you would be able to put your talents to the fullest and not waste your abilities."

Wu Jialiang: "Haha, that's true... It makes Brother Ip Man laugh at us."

Yue Wenxuan: "Alright, enough with the awkward conversation, let's deal with Liu Lin."

Wu Jialiang perked up: "Alright, let's deal with Liu Lin."

After saying that, he laughed and said, "That piece of trash doesn't seem to be worth dealing with. One punch from him and he'll be sent home to find his father. Even if he succeeds in his sneak attack, our army will only be in a flurry of activity for half an hour at most, and then we'll beat him into a pig's head, not to mention the message that Zhang Xiaochun sent."

Yue Wenxuan: "That's true, hahaha."

The two of them walked out of the prefectural government office laughing together.

At this time, Yu Fanwen was already reorganizing his troops. A large number of soldiers of the Protectorate Army had gathered. At this time, they thought they were going to train, but they had all been trained by Qi Jiguang and knew the strictness of military discipline. Even if it was training, they dared not slack off and were all in high spirits.

Wu Jialiang waved his hand: "Let's leave the city and head north. This training session is a big one. Let's practice attacking while the enemy is crossing the river."

Yu Fanwen laughed: "Brother is in a good mood, starting to practice strange things."

Wu Jialiang blinked: "You'll know when you get there."

(End of this chapter)