Feng Zhen couldn't help but let his imagination run wild. If they had 30,000 well-trained heavy cavalry, it wouldn't be a dream to defeat the northern borderline.
"Just the 3,000 heavy cavalry is already so powerful. If it's 30,000, won't we be invincible?"
No matter how smart a strategist was, he couldn't handle enough hooves.
They would be beaten by force and crushed by strength.
Sun Wen didn't understand the inside story of the formation of the heavy cavalry, but just the cost alone was enough to make him speechless.
Although the lord always wore no makeup and wore an "I'm very poor" look, her real wealth was frighteningly rich.
Thinking of the three residences Jiang Pengji had given him, Sun Wen finally understood how rich Jiang Pengji was.
Without money, which lord could build 3,000 heavy cavalry and still give him three residences?
There was one in Xiangyang District of Wanzhou, one in Shangyang County, and one in Chongzhou. The land and house deeds were still hot.
Although he only looked at the one in Chongzhou, judging from the appearance of the houses, the other two residences were not bad.
The three residences plus the gold, silver, and jewelry Sun Wen extorted from the northern borderline were enough to feed his grandson Lan Lan for the rest of his life.
"30,000?" Qiguan Rang laughed. "Just the 3,000 is enough to make the lord's heart ache."
Build 30,000 heavy cavalry?
That would depend on the storage of the northern borderline's nobles.
Wei Ci smiled. "It's not impossible. If a few more idiots from the northern borderline come, it'll be done."
Sun Wen joined very late. He didn't know where Jiang Pengji's "venture fund" came from. He thought it was from Liu She.
However, according to Sun Wen's understanding of Jiang Pengji, the possibility was very small.
Hearing Wei Ci say that, he vaguely felt that something was wrong.
"What does the lord's expansion of the heavy cavalry have to do with the northern borderline?"
Qiguan Rang waved his fan to disperse the heat around him.
"I don't know? The lord's private storage can reach its current scale because 99% of it was given by the northern borderline. The armor, warhorses, and weapons used by the heavy cavalry were all made with the silver sent from the northern borderline. Isn't it another way of 'the crow feeding the sheep'? "
It was taken from the people and used for the people.
There was nothing wrong with that.
Sun Wen was dumbfounded.
He had lived for more than forty years, or about fifty years, and this was the first time he had learned the meaning of 'the crow feeding, the lamb kneeling on its breast'.
Sun Wen: "…"
He felt that he should say something so that he wouldn't stand out among them.
"What's there to say?"
His curiosity was piqued.
Wei Ci, who was at the side, briefly explained about the "Colored Glass of the Heavenly Palace". The more Sun Wen listened, the more solemn his expression became.
Sun Wen knew about the "Colored Glass of the Heavenly Palace." After all, that thing had wreaked havoc in Zhongzhao.
However, he didn't suspect that Jiang Pengji was plotting against Zhongzhao. Instead, he felt that Zhongzhao had stolen their technology.
Firstly, Jiang Pengji didn't have much territory at that time. The Red Lotus Group hadn't been dealt with yet. How could she extend her hand to Zhongzhao?
Secondly, Jiang Pengji used the "Colored Glass of the Heavenly Palace" to calculate the wealth of the Northern Borderline. As a result, a large amount of "Colored Glass of the Heavenly Palace" was released in Zhongzhao, which destroyed the supply and demand market. Jiang Pengji's business could not continue. She could only extort a sum of money from the Northern Borderline in a hurry before stopping. Her losses were huge …
The few of them spoke in low voices. The situation on the battlefield changed rapidly. Shouts of killing shook the heavens and quickly drowned out their voices. The left wing led by Li Yun was as firm as a rock. Fu Wang oversaw the center army and commanded calmly. The right wing led by Jiang Pengji switched from defense to offense. Jiang Nongqin supported them according to the situation.
The cavalry of the Northern Borderline tried to use their speed as fast as the wind to tire the enemy out. They never expected that the enemy's quality on the battlefield was so high that it was frightening. Even if their eyes were red from killing, once the command of the army's battle flag was given, they would choose to give up on attacking and listen to orders. The cavalry of the Northern Borderline wanted to bypass the front and launch a sneak attack. The enemy's formation immediately turned to defense. While it was watertight, it didn't lack a strong offensive ability.
Both sides were fighting non-stop. Jiang Pengji, the lord, didn't stay idle either.
"Langjun …"
Jiang Nongqin rushed over with her troops. She didn't dare to call out to her lord. She was afraid that she would expose Jiang Pengji's identity and provoke the cavalry of the Northern Borderline to counterattack.
If they were determined to drag the lord to death, it would be terrible.
"Nongqin!"
Jiang Pengji called out. The long sword in her hand was completely bent. It was on the verge of being scrapped.
Such a sword would affect her efficiency in killing people.
Jiang Nongqin understood. She removed the extra weapons from the back of her horse and charged toward where Jiang Pengji was.
"You're in command here …"
Jiang Pengji became more and more "brutal" when she received new equipment.
Jiang Nongqin endured it. In the end, she swallowed her unspoken words.
She might be cold to others, but when it came to her lord, she would never be able to say a word of rejection.
Jiang Pengji threw the task of commanding the right wing to Jiang Nongqin. It seemed willful and casual, but in fact, she wanted to give her more opportunities to train.
Jiang Nongqin managed the women's battalion very well. It was because she did it so well that she spent most of her time training the women's battalion. Most of the battlefield tasks were to provide support, escort rations, clean up the battlefield, and treat the wounded and sick … This was not beneficial to Jiang Nongqin's development.
The military camp was a place with strict discipline and a strict hierarchy. Although they were both captains, having military power and not having military power were two different concepts.
Jiang Nongqin was the captain of the women's battalion. Her actual military power was second only to Fu Wang. However, her experience in commanding battles was not even as good as Dian Yin and Luo Yue.
She immersed herself in her work and did not complain. However, as the lord, Jiang Pengji could not watch such a good seedling go to waste.
The women's battalion was also a knife in Jiang Pengji's hands.
Such a knife could not only be used for logistics and trivial matters.
"Hey, look what I found. Two different big fish …"
Jiang Pengji's sharp eyes saw two different figures. Her eyes lit up.
Most of the cavalrymen of the Northern Borderline wore cloth clothes and rattan armor. Their equipment was simple and crude.
In Jiang Pengji's eyes, they were just a group of "weak girls" who had no strength to truss a chicken.
One knife for one, and a backhand stab for a double kill.
Among such a group of "girls" who were dressed in shabby clothes, there were two "beautiful women" who were dressed in gorgeous palace clothes. Wasn't it eye-catching?
In the army, the higher one's status and military power were, the better and more complete the equipment they wore.
Needless to say, the two "beautiful women in palace clothes" were definitely the higher-ups of the Northern Borderline military.
One was dressed in a crimson military uniform, and the other was dressed in an orange-yellow military uniform.
She could not pretend not to see such bright colors.
She licked her lips. The strong smell of blood stimulated her taste buds, making her feel energized.
Seeing that the right flank could not be conquered after a long time and that the army of the Northern Borderline was howling in pain from the charge of the 3,000 heavy cavalry, the usually calm eighth prince could not hold it in anymore.
"Eighth brother, the traitor Liu is indeed treacherous. Most of the people who were defeated by us just now faked their surrender."
The seventh prince was dressed in an orange-yellow military uniform. He looked quite interesting.
The eighth prince's face darkened. A hint of gloom flashed across his fair cheeks.
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