Nine Hundred and Eighty-Seven: War in Northern Xinjiang (24)

"Believe it or not, as a leader of the Federation, my allowance is very high!!!"

Jiang Pengji was born as a genetic soldier, the mission was extremely risky, and the federal military's subsidy was quite considerable.

Of course, if her salary is compared with that of other legion commanders, it is estimated that her salary is scum.

Everyone else has a background, either from a certain family or a family inheritance, but she came up with her bare hands.

It sounds so inspiring!

The only regret is probably that I have struggled for decades, and I have not spent the little money I saved from frugality.

After fighting for the Federation for more than 30 years, she didn't even receive a one-year pension.

Feng Zhen rolled his eyes secretly, "My lord, how much yellow soup did you drink without telling the truth today?"

If it wasn't for drinking too much yellow soup, how could he be talking nonsense?

Faced with his protagonist's intermittent convulsions, Feng Langzi expressed that he was used to it.

Daying's side is calm and calm, and the free battle card is hung up every day. No matter how the northern border calls, they refuse to go out, secretly making bamboo rafts and wooden boats.

Jiang Pengji could hold her breath, but Beijiang couldn't bear it anymore.

It's nothing else, it's just that the Mainu tribe's food reserves are insufficient to supply tens of thousands of troops for normal expenses.

Jiang Pengji can waste time, but Beijiang can't afford it.

The only way the third prince could think of was to borrow food.

but--

"...I just blame that idiot for being too stupid. Which big tribe in northern Xinjiang has not been offended by him?" The third prince rubbed his brows with a headache. He had the audacity to send a letter to the tribes near the bank of the Xishui River to borrow food. One by one weeping for poverty.

The previous generation of kings had already exploited it once, and the third prince borrowed food from them again, and the tribal herdsmen would starve to death.

"The tribe's food storage is only enough for ten days, if we don't solve it—"

The third prince is much more reliable than the previous acting king, and he is also a student taught by Wu Liba, with ambition and brains.

Facing the embarrassment of food shortage, he thought of many ways, but the other tribes refused to buy it.

Those who were willing to buy and borrow food, the lion opened his mouth openly and secretly, and the third prince's face darkened with anger.

The third prince wrung the braids on his head irritably, and asked Wu Liba, "Does the teacher have any good ideas?"

Beijiang is too passive now.

Borrowing food from other tribes but not being able to borrow food, sneaking up on Jiang Pengji to beat the autumn wind—hehe, Wu Liba is a lesson from the past.

In this way, there is no other way out.

Uliba looked gloomy at the flickering candles on the table.

It is impossible for him not to be angry that Beijiang's good hand has been played like this.

But no matter what, Wu Liba will not give up Beijiang easily, unless he dies!

On the second day, things took a turn for the better.

The third prince looked at the man in front of him, the former eldest prince, with a dark face.

The other party led 30,000 elites and 500,000 shi of grain to the front line, clearly saying it was for support, but actually for the purpose of seizing power.

Wu Liba looked at him coldly, and said with a sneer, "The old man really missed his mark. I didn't expect that the prince, who is so unbearable, has such a city. He used all kinds of methods to defile himself, and was even abandoned by the king. Saved 30,000 elites and so much food."

Is Northern Xinjiang completely finished?

Not only did the princes not fight against the enemy unanimously, but they returned to their respective fiefs and contacted the forces of the mother clan, acting as if they were brothers fighting against each other.

Wu Liba couldn't help feeling suspicious.

Did Liu Xi already foresee this situation?

She deliberately avoided the battle, just to consume the food of the Northern Xinjiang camp, and sit and watch the princes of the Northern Xinjiang fighting among themselves?

With the enemy in front of us, instead of defending against foreign enemies, we want to fight the inside and then secure the outside. One by one, the brains are flooded, right?

Wu Liba didn't know that he was about to make a prophecy——

Everyone's brains are really going to flood!

"The rain has been getting heavier in recent days, and the water level of the Sui River has reached the level of the river bank—it is estimated that it will soon—"

Feng Zhen took off his wet coir raincoat. He really didn't expect such a terrible rainstorm in northern Xinjiang.

Jiang Pengji said, "The boats and rafts are all ready?"

"Enough.

"

Two days have passed since this conversation, at midnight——

The people of the Mainu tribe fell into a deep sleep. Between half-dream and half-awake, the ground trembled for a while, and there seemed to be the sound of roaring waves in their ears.

Many herdsmen woke up from their dreams and were shocked to find that water had seeped into their tents, and it didn't take long for the water to reach their calves.

what happened?

The herdsmen were stunned for a moment, and belatedly discovered that the Xishui had released the flood.

"Wake up, everyone—the water god is angry—"

"Wake up—folks wake up—"

"The water god is angry, you guys run for your life—"

It was pitch black, with rain blocking their view.

It was raining continuously in the sky at this time, the sound of distant waves was getting closer and closer, and the trembling under the feet became more intense.

"what is that--"

Someone shouted in horror amidst the din, and the shadow of the distant horizon was approaching them.

Wu Liba and the third prince discussed the military affairs overnight, and when the rain outside surged and the water poured down, they reacted.

Their first reaction was to order the northern Xinjiang soldiers and tribal herdsmen to evacuate from the banks of the Suishui River and move towards the highlands and mountains.

"Heaven will perish in northern Xinjiang—"

Uliba and others reacted fairly quickly, and they were a privileged class who enjoyed the priority of fleeing for their lives.

In the hazy night, he could barely see the rushing river below, sweeping everything away mightily.

Too many herdsmen and soldiers who had no time to escape were washed away by the roaring water.

Facing Jiang Pengji, Wu Liba could still persuade himself that he could win this time after failing.

Facing the irresistible flood, he couldn't think of any resistance.

How can man fight against the sky?

The third prince shook Wu Liba out of his daze, and he said, "Teacher, don't be dazed—even though it is a rainy season, the Xishui is not abnormal, and the experienced elders of the tribe have not noticed that the Xishui has flooded." Signs—there must be tricks behind—"

If it was a natural disaster, at least there was an early warning, but this time it came so suddenly.

more like—

It's more like someone intercepted the water from the upper reaches, and took advantage of the chance that the water level of the river overflowed to the river bank, and released the water all at once.

Looking at the situation, all the tribes along the Xishui River have suffered!

But—is this something human can do?

A bone-chilling chill spread wildly in his heart, and he couldn't restrain it.

Although Xishui is not the largest river in northern Xinjiang, the surrounding land is one of the most fertile, and many tribes, large and small, gathered along its banks. If all these tribes suffer, the number of deaths will be unimaginable!

The flood came abruptly and went abruptly.

By the middle of the night, most of the water had subsided.

"Wait—what's that?"

The third prince, Wu Liba and the gloomy-faced eldest prince gathered together, and the two sides ordered some remaining troops, their faces so gloomy that they could drip water.

At this moment, the low voice of a soldier caught their attention.

With their eyes wide open, they could barely see the dense black spots floating on the surface of the river.

"Those things are coming towards us—"

Everyone looked carefully, and they saw the black spots moving towards them.

Could it be the rescuers?