Three masters.

A handful of the assistant.

He was generous in paying, and he had three big yellow croakers.

These are all small money. After taking them back to Luoyang, you can make at least twice as much money as you change your hands.

"Is there any general's sword?" Chen Shouchang asked.

"How much does a major general cost?" Yang Yue asked.

"Major General's at least thirty big yellow croaker!"

"Well……"

Yang Yue felt his heart twitching.

Damn it...

I burned thirty big yellow croaker into pieces myself.

Very regretful...

Can you do it again?

"Where is Lieutenant General?"

"At least three hundred big yellow croakers started."

"Well……"

Yang Yue felt his heart was cut by a knife.

Three hundred big yellow croaker! Three thousand taels of gold!

Oh My God!

Three thousand taels of gold burned out!

Damn flamethrower...

I'm going to do it again...

I want to read the file...

However, there was no response.

Only the heart is bleeding.

He burned a major general and a lieutenant general himself, which meant he burned 3,300 taels of gold!

No, I'm going to die...

"Are you sick?" Zeng Moyi suddenly asked.

"Do you have medicine?" Yang Yue asked in resentment. He wanted to cry, felt uncomfortable, and was really hungry.

"I care about you!"

"I'm not sick. I'm just in a bad mood."

"Didn't you win a big victory? Still in a bad mood? How could it be?"

"hehe……"

Yang Yue had no choice but to laugh dryly.

Have you won a big victory?

certainly!

Absolutely a big victory!

Take Luyang and wipe out the 36th Division of the Japanese!

Such a record is unique across the country. It should be really worth being happy.

However, Yang Yue was just unhappy.
Chapter completed!