The Age of Lords Reborn

Chapter 457 Silver and the Canal (Limited Exemption)

When the two armies are at war, they will not be beheaded.

When President Xiaoxi sent Japanese envoys to Yizhou, Mo Xiaobai had already completed his initial goal of going to North Korea, and rode back to Zhenjiang Fort.

The first thing he did when he came back was to report to Song Yingchang.

"If you say so, Yizhou and his party have gained a lot?" After listening to Mo Xiaobai's report, Song Yingchang said happily: "It seems that you have found the right person to be the commander-in-chief."

"Thank you for your praise, Mr. Jinglue. In the end, the general is just doing his best to give my Daming a chance to win."

"It's a good chance of winning. If I, a Ming warrior, can take care of everything like you, how can there be so many troubles?" Song Yingchang laughed and sighed, and the color of approval in his eyes became stronger.

The admiral selected by the Ministry of War in front of him is indeed a handsome talent worth cultivating!
In Song Yingchang's eyes, Mo Xiaobai was a hundred or a thousand times better than Li's father and son in Liaodong for being able to clear up the corrupt situation in North Korea with a sharp knife, and obtain the most favorable conditions for the Ming army to send troops.

If it were the Li family, they might be able to win.

But the price?
Song Yingchang didn't even dare to think about this question.Because since Qi Jiguang left, it has been a long time since Daming had a real military talent.

"Fortunately, the old man has done something in the past two days, otherwise he would have no face to sit in this economical seat."

Song Yingchang spoke again, his expression still relaxed, and he even had the heart to joke a few words: "You might as well guess what the old man is up to."

What can Song Yingchang be busy with?
Mo Xiaobai really didn't know, so he could only shake his head: "Everything Jinglue is dealing with is a major issue in the war situation, and the general dare not make wild guesses."

"Hey~ Let me just say it straight, the 15 coins transferred to Liaodong this time have already been sent to the castle."

Song Yingchang laughed strangely, and then said: "This old man also sold his face, and there was no shortage of silver when it was delivered. Except for the 3 taels taken by Liaodong, there are a full 12 in stock in the castle. Thank you very much. Old man, otherwise, I might leave you with as much as possible."

Hearing Song Yingchang talk about silver, Mo Xiaobai also cheered up.

These were used by the Son of Heaven to cover military expenses from his own pocket, that is to say, when the soldiers and horses from the provinces came to the fort, all expenses would depend on the inventory in the fort and this money.

As Mo Xiaobai is the admiral, it is most reasonable for him to claim the money.

Song Yingchang's strategic status is more about controlling the overall situation. As long as Mo Xiaobai can still fight, he will not easily interfere in the details of the battle.

Once Song Yingchang exercises his right to directly intervene in the battle arrangements, it means that he no longer trusts Mo Xiaobai, and will not give Mo Xiaobai the chance to supervise the soldiers and horses in various places.

However, judging from Song Yingchang's satisfaction with Mo Xiaobai, even Mo Xiaobai himself knows that as long as there are no mistakes in the next battle, his status as admiral will basically be secured.

Now that the status of admiral is secure, Mo Xiaobai will of course be interested in the money, and at the same time he is grateful: "Thank you for your support, my lord. With this money in hand, the supplies should be enough for half a year."

"Don't be too busy thanking them, you don't know how difficult the Liaodong Army is, and I can't oppress them too much, so in order to keep the money, I made a promise."

Song Yingchang waved his hand, and then said: "I have already promised that Li Rusong will be the deputy commander and give him the right to fight independently. Of course, if he wants to fight independently, he must have your or my permission."

The deal with the Liaodong Army?
Mo Xiaobai couldn't help but hesitate when he heard the words, and then nodded silently.

He couldn't blame Song Yingchang for not being able to keep the military expenses, because that's how fucked up the Ming soldiers were at this time.

If money is shipped to Liaodong, how could the prostitutes in Liaodong not peel off the skin?

Song Yingchang has done his best to keep the military expenses as much as possible. As for the deal with the Liaodong Army, Mo Xiaobai is not unacceptable.

Anyway, in his plan, he didn't plan to recruit Li Rusong's troops.

If he wants to fight independently, then give him a chance.

Anyway, when Li Rusong was coming this time, he had to bring only the Jurchen cavalry according to the rules.Even if he died, he didn't feel bad, anyway, it was Nurhachi's family property.

Thinking of this, Mo Xiaobai nodded and said: "The last general knows, when will the various armies gather?"

"It's probably still a while, and the military battle reports are all with you, and you can see them when you go back later."

Song Yingchang was not interested in telling Mo Xiaobai what the military situation was, but he just told him: "This battle is in your hands, and you must return with a complete victory. Daming can't afford to lose a few more times."

"Follow the teachings of Jingluegong."

Mo Xiaobai understands what Song Yingchang means. Today's Daming is riddled with holes, and the war has reached the point where Shenzong has to pay for it himself. If there are losses in soldiers and horses, it is a trivial matter that they cannot make up for it. It is a matter of losing the balance of the court. The most troublesome thing.

Although the court situation has little to do with the players, Mo Xiaobai also plans to use his status as the admiral to plan something else, so he naturally has to take these into consideration.

.........

Beijing-Hangzhou Canal, Huaihe River Basin.

For a long time, the Qianli Canal, which was dug in the Spring and Autumn Period and built in the Sui Dynasty, is now an important waterway for the north-south dispatch of the Ming Dynasty.

A passenger ship passed by along the water, and a few wisps of tea fragrance floated out of the cabin and scattered with the wind.

"Mr. Marcher, you have been with us for a year, are you still not used to the taste of our oriental tea?"

While pouring tea, Yang Yangyang looked at the Portuguese sitting opposite him: "It seems that I didn't prepare well. I should bring you a jug of wine on board."

"Oh, no, it's too outlandish for you to say that. I still like oriental tea." The middle-aged curly-haired man called Marchel shook his head and said quickly.

"Oh? Like?"

"Like iced milk on a plate, oh god, summer in the Mediterranean is not a treat. Thanks to those cunning Venetian merchants who sell all over the Mediterranean with such a delicacy, that's crazy, until now the business is Venetian Keep it up, they also added fruit to the ice milk, I heard that Alexander ate that way back then."

Machel gestured with his hands and feet to the picture of his first "ancient ice cream", and at the same time did not forget to add: "Of course, I also want to thank the great Marco Polo, who brought such a magical drink from the East. It has to be said that the Orientals are very fond of Eating is really a lot of research.”

"You are right. We do have a lot of research on the taste on the tip of the tongue."

Yang Yangyang responded with a smile, but then put down his teacup and said, "But we are not letting people bring beautiful things to the west, and we are not asking you to come here with warships and cannons to snatch them."

"Da Ming, will not become the second India!"

Yang Yangyang's voice fell to the ground, making the entire cabin silent for a while.

After a long time, the "噗嗤" sound from the small stove next to it broke the silence.

"Mr. Marcher is a smart person. If he wants to earn enough money in Daming, he should know how to cooperate with our Daming."

Yang Yangyang picked up the small silver pot and began to make tea again, but the words on the lips did not stop: "There is still a journey to the capital, sir, you may wish to consider my previous proposal."

(End of this chapter)