The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

Although soldiers spontaneously prayed for their own safety in a way that had no eggs, Jiang qianxia still had to be very moved and asked them to get out quickly.

Don't stop. Shut up.

When the roots of his ears were finally clean, Jiang qianxia relaxed softly, yawned and asked, "is Grandpa sun okay? This time we are both very tired."

"You took over 60% more patients than Sun Tao. Last night, the old man woke up, ate something and went to bed again."

Scratching his face in surprise, Jiang qianxia grinned with inexplicable pride: "I'm so powerful that I can be 60% more than the old man's patients?"

Jun's face darkened again. Guli turned her over and slapped her on her little ass, leaving only three points.

"Hiss... I'm wrong! I'm wrong! All right! Hit me again!"

The pain on her ass is nothing, but she jerked up and twisted to her waist.

He rubbed her waist and Guli said, "tell me what's wrong."

"I shouldn't have failed to pull song Fuwen to sell coolies!"

Turning sadly, Jiang qianxia said helplessly, "but you know, if song Fuwen doesn't stay in Kyoto, old Taoist Baiyun should come and catch me, okay."

After two more breathless shots, Guli said coldly, "as the owner of the Shihui hall, the Shihui hall is building a school building. Don't say it first, but you say it yourself. You just accepted a few disciples!"

"Some disciples obey their work. Choose some talented students to pass on the medical skills. Next time, dare not pay attention to your body. I'd rather risk a mutiny than let you risk your life to treat them!"

"OK, go out and ask. Someone who wants to learn medicine will be my apprentice, will you?"

He had never thought of taking care of himself. Jiang qianxia said indifferently, "students should choose well, but it's no problem to be just apprentices in medicine. Let them sign a military doctor's contract. After learning it, they must serve in the Daqian army for ten years."

Good military doctors can greatly reduce mortality, but military doctors are too hard and tired. Doctors with a little ability are willing to open their own medicine shop, respected and live leisurely.

After all, there are a few abnormal people who like to be a military doctor if they can learn from a famous school like song Fuwen, have excellent medical skills and self abuse.

Therefore, we should hand over the surgery most suitable for the battlefield to others. Jiang qianxia can't let people run comfortably after learning.

How could Guli rebuke such a wife who wholeheartedly worked for the welfare of low soldiers, in addition to pride and pity?

After a few days of rest, Jiang qianxia, who has completely maintained his spirit, doesn't stop.

Call all those who can speak up to hold a military conference. The theme of the conference is to take advantage of the momentum of the total annihilation of the bandit stronghold in daxionshan mountain, seize the victory and pursue the attack, and break down the remaining bandits in turn!

Knocking on the map, Jiang qianxia said bitterly: "brother, you have to know that if you rest one more day, we will have to pay more road construction money for the local people!"

"Robbery... Oh, no, only by clearing a vicious bandit's nest can we find less than a thousand dollars of silver. We can't fill the hole with money at all, okay!"

"Move, friends, time is money! If you don't catch the bandits back quickly and help me build the road, will you carry the stones yourself!"

Guli, who had no decision-making power, nodded and held the power of war, frowned reluctantly and said, "what if so many wounded soldiers appear again?"

"Please, we want to catch alive. Use our brains!"

Disgusted, he pushed his general and husband aside. Jiang qianxia pointed to the map and said loudly: "look, most bandit strongholds, regardless of their size, are basically nestled in the gully!"

"... they want to nest on the plain, and there is no one here."

Hu Zirong whispered and was stunned by Jiang qianxia.

"Well said! It is because they are limited to the terrain of the plateau and mountains of Yunnan that it is convenient for us to catch turtles in a jar!"

Casually circle a bandit stronghold, and Jiang qianxia pushes the map to Jiang Wenjie.

"Wenjie, tell me, how can we start if we want none of the people inside to escape!"

Jiang Wenjie summoned up his spirits and looked casually. He found that there was no challenge at all, so he collapsed his shoulders again and said lazily, "blow up the river where they get water, and they can drown them all or rush down the mountain."

After slapping him, Jiang qianxia said angrily, "Sir, I want to live! The bandits are dead. Who will pave the road? You?"

Embarrassed to scratch his head, Jiang Wenjie marked a few points on the map again and whispered, "block these places and they will be arrested in five days."

"... sir, I overestimate you... Are you stupid? People have land and livestock in their stockade. Can you live in seclusion all your life? We pay for our own farming with others?"

He pushed Jiang Wenjie away. Jiang qianxia waved to Hu Zirong and motioned him to answer.

"Hey, hey, it's easy!"

Hu Zirong rubbed his hands, and suddenly there was a trace of obscenity on his fat face.

"We have a great deal of killing Big Bear Mountain. Other bandits must have been terrified."

"Let's just buy a spy at a high price and put Croton powder into the bandits' meals. We'll rush in and take them all when the bandits have no resistance!"

"Then one of them doesn't kill, they directly pull him to build the road. As long as the strength is slightly stronger than the mountain people who come to help, the bandits can hold on, and they won't be forced to fight with their lives."

"With this example, we can recruit."

The more he said, the more proud he became. Hu Zirong said with a flying face: "if we release the news and are willing to surrender voluntarily to help pave the way for atonement, we promise to set them free in ten years, and write off their crimes, so that their future generations can have a chance to pass the day."

"Those who are unwilling to surrender and even want to join up against us... Hey, as long as there is a traitor, they can't trust each other. The so-called alliance is nonsense."

"At that time, it's a good choice whether to kill two more poli's prestige or to be tired to death as a high-intensity coolie."

This kind of conspiracy is Guli's weakness.

As the backbone of the general, Guli, like his father Gu Shuai, is a regular general who uses troops on the battlefield.

Although such a general may not be as easy to take great credit as those generals who advocate "soldiers, crafty ways" and like to take the wrong edge of the sword, he will never make a big basket because his means are too evil.

A great country needs a marshal like Guli, but for the suppression of bandits in small places, let Hu Zirong, who doesn't care about reputation and shameless, toss about.