Li Daocheng stroked his beard: "He Li's elephant army could not pass the Hengshan Pass, but they still dispatched 50,000 troops this time. According to me, seeking Sanzhou is a small thing, but seeking Bin Tonglong is big. No wonder Wang Zhen is so nervous.

"

Now Wang Shao only has Sun Neng and Wu Kui at his disposal, Wei Shou'an is controlling the strait, and Liu Ji Huangman is guarding Shunzhou, Tiezhou and other important northern mining areas: "He Li probably also weighed the military strength and submitted a letter to us.

, claiming that this was a domestic matter and that the three states rebelled and killed officials and should be punished, and asked the Song Dynasty not to accept the traitor tribesmen and not to fund the rebels with weapons, money and food. The words were very rude. "

Su You was furious: "That's too much! When have we ever funded the military, money and food of the three states?! The three states are now vigorously developing sugarcane cultivation and purchased a batch of sugarcane cutting knives from Jiaozhi Road. Isn't this enough? They sell sugarcane.

Come here, can we still give you money? This is normal trade!"

What Su You said is true. The three states have now become the sugar raw material base of the Song Dynasty. Sugar is now much rarer and more precious than salt. The income from one acre of sugarcane field is higher than that of one acre of rice field.

Suzhou Oil has very strict management on the conversion of rice fields into sugarcane fields in Jiaozhi Road, but it has encouraged the land in the three states in disguise and offered favorable prices. Nowadays, most of the arable land in the three states is planted with sugarcane.

Cutting sugar cane requires a machete. Suyou provided the natives of the three states with a thin steel blade that was two and a half feet long. The rivet handle was drilled in the back. It was very rough, but it was very elastic, had good firepower, and was very durable. It was very popular among sugarcane farmers.

Good reviews.

Now that these people have formed an army, it is not a problem to cut off heads and arms with this kind of blade.

…

At the junction of Malingzhou and Buzhengzhou, there is a mud bay.

The ground here is red mud, which is rich in minerals and has less organic matter. The soil is sticky. The elephants like to roll around and smear mud here to replenish the salt.

There is a highway on Niwan. The transportation in the entire Champa area is actually very simple. The gentle zone between the coastline and the mountain is not wide, but a narrow strip until it passes the northernmost Dilizhou and enters the Yuanjiang alluvial fan.

The terrain is now open.

The early morning fog still echoes in Hongni Bay. On one side of the road is dense bamboo bushes, and on the other side is a sugar cane field as far as the eye can see.

In the sugar cane field, a group of men wearing linen and straw sandals were crouching down, enduring the pain of the sugar cane leaves scratching their faces and bodies, nibbling cold rice balls in their hands, and peeking into the quiet river bend.

The leader, a tall man with a short beard, greeted the people around him: "Eat quickly. There is news from Chief Huang that the dog-hunting team is coming today. Everyone should be refreshed after eating and wait for the food."

The car is here, grab it!"

A young man said: "Brother Zhang, are we rebelling?"

Zhang Lingcong gave him a kick: "Xiaosi, shut up. We have always been from the Song Dynasty. Your ancestral hall is in Yi'antang, Tongshan, Zhangzhou! Didn't you read the letter from my great-uncle? It said that Shaobao sent people to find the ancestral hall.

There, after asking about our situation, my great-uncle said in his official letter that he would keep this one empty for us until he returns to continue the genealogy!"

After saying that, he looked around: "What? Have you ever thought about going back to the days when 'the official gave you one dendrobium to plant, and the rent was a hundred dendrobiums.'"

"In the past, we were thousands of miles apart, so we came across the ocean and were bullied by others. It's different now. After Su Shaobao defeated Jiaozhi, they haven't collected money or food there yet. I heard that they would have to wait for a year before they could collect it."

Two and a half cents tax."

"The two-and-a-half-cent tax is targeted at landed households. If they are landless households, then they have to give land, houses, farm tools and livestock! According to a brother who went to the south, he brought a letter and said that from Meizhou, one cent would be given. Fifteen acres! Prefect Shen said that if we don’t waste land, we will need people. As long as we go there, it will be a good life!”

"What now? The king of Champa has locked up the border and won't allow us to go. He also wants to impose more taxes on the three states and send out levies."

"Why? I don't want to serve you anymore!"

Someone immediately answered: "That's right! I don't want to serve you any more! We'll kill the generals and seize the pass, and we'll surrender to the Song Dynasty!"

"Fuck you! After this, let's have a good life with the young bailiff!"

"The best thing is to defeat the thief king, and then we will dedicate the land of the three states to the Song Dynasty! Brother Zhang, can you still get an official position?"

"Hahaha……"

Seeing that everyone's voices were getting louder and louder, Zhang Lingcong quickly lowered his voice and said: "Keep your voice down! With our few manpower, we can rob the grain road, but Mr. Liu, Mr. Huang, and I have sent a letter to Jiaozhi. We are waiting for the court's announcement." Believe it."

Two strange bird calls sounded from the mouth of the valley ahead. Zhang Lingcong waved his hand: "Hush, we're coming!"

A convoy came over on the dirt road, with more than a dozen oxen pulling grain carts, in addition to forty or fifty porters, and hundreds of soldiers occupying the city.

The sergeants were holding bows, arrows, knives, and gunmen's badges. On the grain bag of an ox cart in the middle, there was a general sitting on the grain bag. His clothes were narrow and his sleeves were exposed. He was wearing a leather helmet and colorful leather armor.

Seeing the bullock cart entering the ambush circle, Zhang Ling struck the gong from Dangdangdang, and the whole bay suddenly erupted with killing sounds.

The crimson flag dyed with hematoxylin was raised from the sugar cane forest, and hundreds of men rushed out of the forest holding sugar cane knives, wooden shovels, sickles, and hoes.

Zhang Lingcong hung the gong on his chest, took off the two sugar cane knives hanging on his waist with both hands, and rushed out waving it: "Kill the dog--"

The Champa people were not slow to react. The general immediately drew out his long machete and shouted for battle.

The other sergeants used swords and guns to force the peasants to herd the cattle carts into a circle. The archers stood on the grain carts and began to fire arrows at the mud-legged men who were rushing over.

The vine shield soldiers stood beside the car with their swords drawn, and behind them were gunners holding spears. In a blink of an eye, they formed a defensive formation.

Zhang Lingcong spat and called out bad luck. Today was a bad start. This was obviously not an ordinary grain transport team. This was the elite of the Champa people who had encountered a tough situation.

Feathered arrows flew past them, and within a hundred steps, the rebels could only resist three shots from the enemy.

In the blink of an eye, more than thirty people fell to the ground.

The arrow feathers suppressed the rebels, and everyone hid in ditches on the roadside, behind trees and boulders, and many could only hide behind brothers who died in the battle.

Just when the rebels were helpless, the oxen pulling the cart suddenly jumped and roared wildly, and fled in all directions. The archers on the cart were overturned at once, and the gun and shield array in front was also dispersed into chaos.

Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Lingcong immediately jumped up and shouted: "Kill -" and rushed over first.

The rebels followed behind.

More than a hundred sergeants and hundreds of rebels finally reached a fighting point.

Fierce fighting was going on all over Niwan. The rebels had short weapons and could only rely on their courage to fight hard with more troops and fewer troops.

A sergeant stabbed Zhang Lingcong with a spear, but Zhang Ling blocked it with a knife from his left hand. The sharp soft steel thin-edged sugarcane knife directly broke the spear shaft, followed by a knife from his right hand, ruthlessly slashing the opponent's neck. The roots are broken into the body.

The opponent suddenly fell to his knees in the mud, and blood spurted all over Zhang Lingcong.

The general occupying the city in front was also very skilled. Several rebels joined forces and were chopped down and poked down by him one by one.

Zhang Lingcong's eyes were on fire and he shouted wildly: "Wuna Zhangou! Take your life!" He rushed towards the general crazily.

The general who occupied the city did not answer. He crouched slightly with his legs and raised his long sword to the side, preparing to wait until his opponent got close and give him a diagonal chop.

Zhang Lingcong rushed in front of the enemy general. Just as the general started to swing his sword, Zhang Lingcong suddenly fell to his knees, leaned back, and slid along the muddy ground.

The enemy general thought he was sure to succeed with the knife he struck in the air, but Zhang Lingcong's sugar cane knife cut through his exposed ankle, directly cutting off his left leg.

The enemy general screamed and fell to the ground. Zhang Ling rolled over and fell on top of him. He had already thrown away the machete in his hand, took out a hardwood awl from his waist, and suddenly pierced the opponent's neck from the root!

The awl passed through the neck, and the tip of the awl was exposed from the other side. Blood sprayed out, and he was dead when he saw it.

Zhang Lingcong threw the enemy general into the mud, picked up his long knife, and charged into the enemy's formation. He was invincible.

Xiaosi rushed to the corpse of the enemy general, chopped off his head with a knife, hung it on the red flag bamboo pole and danced: "The enemy general is dead! The enemy general is dead!"

The Champa people were frightened, and finally the rebels bravely pounced on them and killed them one by one.
Chapter completed!