"Um."

Zhao Dongting nodded, "It's good, I'll be happy even more."

But at this moment, Wen Qi suddenly bowed and said, "Emperor, Wen Qi asked to join the Feilong Army!"

Wen Tianxiang, Wang Wenfu and Wang Yiyuan all changed slightly when they heard this. Wang Yiyuan almost burst into tears. Wen Tianxiang's fingers trembled slightly, but in the end he just sighed.

Although he was reluctant to leave, he would never stop his son from serving the country, even though he knew that the Feilong Army had a special significance.

What Zhao Dongting is best at is observing his expressions and taking all the expressions of the people in the room into his eyes. Wen Qi's face was full of seriousness, and he was afraid that this attack with the Feilong Army would arouse all the male anger in his heart.

However, Zhao Dongting looked at Wen Tianxiang, but he could not agree to Wen Qi no matter what.

Wen Tianxiang had two sons and six daughters, two of whom died of illness during the war, and two were killed by the Yuan army. A few days ago, his mother and eldest son were dragged to death by the Yuan army in front of the city. In this era, regardless of the idea of ​​favoring boys over girls, inheriting the family business was something that only a son could do. Wen Tianxiang was left with only one son.

With his age and body, it is probably difficult to give birth to another child.

With a slight sigh in his heart, Zhao Dongting said, "Wen Qi should stay by the side of the military Jiling and continue to learn from the military Jiling how to lead troops to fight!"

Wen Tianxiang's eyes suddenly showed gratitude, and his eyes were slightly red.

Wen Qi wants to say something else, but Zhao Dongting no longer looks at him.

He was still young and had no thoughts. But as the emperor, Zhao Dongting could not ignore Wen Tianxiang and could not watch Wen Tianxiang die.

Wang Wenfu and Wang Yiyuan also breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Wang Yiyuan's resentful eyes, I guess they would still have bitter fruits after the following text.

Zhao Dongting looked at Wang Wenfu and asked, "Old Wang used to be the priest of my imperial court?"

Wang Wenfu's eyes changed slightly.

They were all figures who had experienced in Lin'an, so naturally they were all old foxes. Zhao Dongting spoke at this time, and he knew what Zhao Dongting had plans.

Over the years, Wang Wenfu has actually not had much ambitions, nor did he think of becoming a great minister and shining his family.

However, he didn't know how to politely reject Zhao Dongting, so he just nodded and replied: "Yes."

Zhao Dongting said again: "Now our dynasty is in the Daxing Academy of Leizhou. I want to gather talents, but there are no such talents in the court, and no one is in charge of the overall situation. I don't know that Mr. Wang is willing to continue to offer wine to my Imperial College and gather talents for me."

As he said that, he bowed deeply to Wang Wenfu.

Since he came to the Southern Song Dynasty, he has also figured out that these old ministers of the Southern Song Dynasty could not stand this trick the most.

Of course, he also sincerely wanted to invite Wang Wenfu to become an official.

Sure enough, when Wang Wenfu saw Zhao Dongting so sincere, his heart immediately softened and choked up and said, "I am willing to share the worries of the court."

In the years of troubled times, especially in the situation like the Southern Song Dynasty, those who are still thinking that the court are all people who care about the country.

Zhao Dongting and Wen Tianxiang were both very happy.

Then, Zhao Dongting wrote the order personally and asked Wen Qi to lead his army to escort him. When Wang Wenfu was ready, he sent all his family to Leizhou. Now Leizhou can be said to be the base camp of the Southern Song Dynasty.

In this way, the army spent a few days in Pingnan County.

The battlefield outside the city had been cleaned up, and the Song army was like hardworking ants, demolishing all the Yuan army's barracks.

The dead Yuan army were stripped of only a pair of shorts left and then burned.

The food, grass, weapons, war horses, etc. brought by the Yuan army were all owned by the Southern Song Dynasty, greatly filling the consumption of the Southern Song Dynasty these days.

Many surrendered soldiers were gradually inserted into the army after "ideological education...". Most of the generals were arranged for scattered officials in name only, but they were already very satisfied and could save their lives. At least there was an official, which was better than those fools who cursed to death.

The Southern Song Dynasty had more than 60,000 monarchs and ministers, and their powerful soldiers guarded Pingnan County. They also had the momentum of being as powerful as a tiger and competing against Ali Hague.

However, at this time, something happened that made Zhao Dongting and the generals of the Southern Song Dynasty worried.

No news came from Qin Han and Wanyan Zhang. Su Quandang sent several waves of message missions, and there was no news.

This is too abnormal. Even if the Yuan army has been wiped out by the Yuan army, there should not be no news. Those messengers should not come back.

The most reasonable explanation is that the Yuan army has already rebelled.

This incident was like a cloud suddenly pressing on Zhao Dongting and others' heads, suppressing all the great victory of Hanjin County and Pingnan County.

With Qin Han's strategy and the attack on the Yuan army, if they surrender to the Yuan Dynasty, they are afraid they are really no opponents.

But no matter how worried or angry you are, you still have to live your life. Just as the saying goes, you have to finish whatever you made an appointment with me and tears.

Zhao Dongting had more than 30,000 troops to assist Guangxi, but he could not obtain Hanjin one after another. After the Pingnan victory, he ran back in shame. Even if Qin Han was in the Yuan Dynasty, he had to try their best before talking about it.

After the Pingnan County Government Office ordered Su Quandang and other generals not to send a messenger to contact the Yuan army, Zhao Dongting led his troops to the military camp to supervise the Bureau of the Imperial Bureau.

Although the horseshoes are small, they are a powerful weapon for cavalry. With this kind of weapon, the number of cavalry and horse losses outside the war will be greatly reduced.

When he arrived, the supervisory department was in full swing, and the sound of ironclads was heard.

Wherever Zhao Dongting passed, the soldiers along the way were kneeling down and bowing, and Zhao Dongting just waved his hands to let them get up.

When the blacksmiths saw the emperor coming in person, they worked hard. In the corner of the yard, countless horseshoes were piled up.

However, there were not many blacksmiths in the army. They originally only needed to do some work of repairing weapons. Even though they were full of energy, their progress was still a little slow.

Zhao Dongting looked at the horseshoes facing the corner of the wall carefully, roughly estimated the number, and frowned slightly.

If Pingnan defeated, Ali Hague would not allow the Southern Song Dynasty to grow stronger and would have to fight back. I don’t know when it would attack. With such a progress, I don’t know if enough horseshoes can be forged before the war begins and all the cavalry can be equipped.

Anyone can predict that there will be a big battle next, and perhaps Ali Hague will do its best.

"It won't work if this continues..."

Zhao Dongting was walking in the yard with his brows frowning slightly.

The people around them didn't know what their emperor was worried about. The appearance of horseshoes had made them extremely happy.

"assembly line!"

Suddenly, Zhao Dongting slapped his forehead, revealing a joyful look on his face.

A few people next to him were so scared that they fell to their knees on the ground, thinking that Zhao Dongting was sucking something else.
Chapter completed!