This sand sculpture of heaven

There are all the people, but there are not enough ships. Mei Fuguo began to requisition merchant ships and civilian ships, adhering to the principle of voluntary support for the army, and the requisitioned ships were far from enough.

Then one day, a merchant representative Lao Liu, who was about forty years old, begged to see Marshal Mei Fuguo like a facial paralysis.

In the camp tent, Mei Fuguo sat on a simple chair, with a table in front of him, and on the table were a map, a few yellowed military books, and the four treasures of the study.

Through the mouth of the herald, the old Liu with facial paralysis walked in, hugged his fist to Mei Fuguo and said: "See Generalissimo Mei, the villain is Liu Zhongqiu, the representative of the Jiangsu-Zhejiang commercial fleet, who came here to discuss something." "

"Don't be polite, if you have something to say, please speak directly. Mei Fuguo's gaze moved from the military book to Lao Liu, with a sense of scrutiny.

"To tell you the truth, the villain has been robbed by pirates, and there are not many of them, about a hundred. The imperial court sent 30,000 soldiers and horses, and with all due respect to the villain, it was a big move. "

Mei Fuguo chuckled in his heart, and said in his heart: Fuck, there are only about 100 pirates, and the imperial court actually gave 30,000 horses!

However, there are only more than 100 pirates, and the court has not taken them for a long time, which shows that they are indeed difficult bones to gnaw.

After Mei Fuguo's mind turned around, he stood up, walked down slowly, and said, "Then according to Representative Liu's words, how many troops should the imperial court send to exterminate the pirates?"

"Two hundred troops at most are enough, but—".

"But what?".

"That pirate seems to have a demon to help us, so we'd better bring a master with a spell. "

Mei Fuguo raised his eyebrows slightly, that master with spells, isn't he talking about Yueyong and Guanyu?

He had burned a Qi Talisman, and as soon as the rune paper was burned, his eyes were clear, and he saw the aura of Yueyong and Guanyu's body protection. He secretly admired that if they were not immortals, they were half-immortals.

Deputy Liu's words stirred his heart, and he finally didn't have to think about the requisition of merchant ships and civilian ships, more than 200 people, and three big ships were enough to fit it!

"The villain is willing to donate three big ships, but only if I am in the team. Old Liu, who was paralyzed, bent over and applied earnestly.

Mei Fuguo put his hands behind his back and bowed his head. He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say what it was.

The imperial court had money and grain to support the soldiers, but there was no shipbuilding, so he had no choice but to agree to Lao Liu's conditions.

"Then the villain will not bother the marshal. "

As soon as the words fell, Lao Liu, who was paralyzed, retreated out of the tent.

The next day, Xiaoshan Wharf, the cold wind in December, the white waves were surging, a sea of water and sky were connected, and the snow-white waves slapped on the shore, sending out "pop-boom!" sounds.

Three ocean-going sailing ships set sail, loaded with more than 200 elite soldiers, and the soldiers were majestic and high-spirited, sharpening their knives and eager to fight the pirates.

The people on the pier were three

floors inside and three layers outside, and they happily waved their arms in support of the imperial army. Their smiling faces were so innocent in the sun, and they watched the three ships fade away, and they remembered the bravery of the soldiers.

One of the lean men said to his companion, "I bet they won't come back." The bet was ten taels of silver. "

"Do you dare to bet with me?" said the lean man with a fierce spell.

"Hehe, I bet they won't come back. The companion smiled.

"Cut ......

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