The officialdom of China is always strict in terms of superiority and inferiority. As the highest military and political chief in Liaodong, Sun Chengzong naturally had to walk in the center of the team. Xiong Tingbi, as the second-in-command of re-employment, followed him. As for Yang Feng, although he had won a big victory just now, if he really took up his status, he, a small general, could only follow a lot of generals in front of him, behind the deputy generals, and the thousands of households under him were not qualified to sneak into this team at all, and could only follow the big army honestly.

Seeing Yang Feng looking around curiously, a voice sounded beside him: "Mr. Yang, is this the first time you are here in Liaodong?"

Yang Feng turned his head to see the other party, and a smile appeared on his face: "It turns out it's Lord Zhao, and it's his first time in Liaodong."

Zhao Shujiao asked with great concern: "How do you feel?"

Yang Feng said without hesitation: "The land is vast and sparsely populated, it's so cold."

"Yes!" Zhao Rujiao sighed lightly: "It's really too cold. Originally, there were still many Han people in the Ming Dynasty in Liaodong. The Ming Dynasty set up a total of 25 guards and 2 prefectures in Liaodong in the eighth year of Hongwu. By the Wanli period, the Han people in Liaodong reached more than 2 million. However, in recent years, the thief chief Nurhaci slaughtered Han people. In just over ten years, there were only about one million Han people left in the entire Liaodong." When he said this, Zhao Rujiao's originally gentle face showed a mixed expression of shame and regret.

"Didn't that mean that more than one million people were slaughtered by the Tartars over the years?"

Yang Feng took a breath. Before traveling through time, Yang Feng also read some historical information on the Internet. There are records in some massacre materials of the Qing soldiers before and after entering the pass, from the massacres of Han people outside the pass to the three massacres of Yangzhou in Jiading after entering the pass, and after entering the pass, there were all massacres such as the three massacres of Yangzhou in Jiading. After a series of massacres, the population of China dropped sharply from 51.65 million to 19.08 million in 1660. It dropped sharply by nearly two-thirds of the population, and only more than 50 million died in World War II.

When Yang Feng first read these materials, he was not moved. Tens of millions were just some numbers to him, but now he realized that these were not only some cold numbers, but living lives. If these savage and cruel Jurchens were allowed to enter the pass like history, then the Chinese nation...

Thinking of this, Yang Feng trembled. The thousands of years of history of the Chinese nation is actually a history of suffering. Whenever the national strength of the Chinese nation declines, it is a time when the barbarians invade a large number of invasions, from the Five Barbarians to the Anshi Rebellion to the Yuanmeng invasion, to the Jurchen Tatars entering the Central Plains, and finally to the Japanese invasion, there are more than a billion people who die in the war.

Yang Feng looked up at the sky that had become a little gloomy and said to himself: "Maybe God let himself come here to stop everything that is suffering?"

Sun Chengzong's governor's mansion is located in the largest mansion in the west of the city. This mansion covering dozens of acres is built in an extremely grand manner. After Sun Chengzong and his generals arrived at the door of the mansion, soldiers naturally came over to take over their horse reins.

"General Yang Shen, let's go in." Seeing Yang Feng still looking around, Zhao Rujiao came over to remind him.

"Thank you!" Yang Feng came to his senses and nodded and smiled at him. Although he didn't understand why Zhao Lujiao, who had met for the first time, was so kind to him, he still thanked him very politely.

After passing through the gate of the mansion, everyone entered a wide lobby. After sitting in turn, Sun Chengzong smiled and said, "Everyone, first of all, I will congratulate General Yang Shen who came from afar and Jiangning Army under his command, congratulations to him for such brilliant military achievements."

"Congratulations...congratulations!"

Listening to the joyful voices in the lobby and the sincere or hypocritical smiles of the generals in the lobby, Yang Feng had to stand up and bow to everyone.

After a clamor, Sun Chengzong said seriously to Yang Feng: "General Yang Shen, when I was watching the battle at the top of the city, I found that the reason why your troops were able to win was that in addition to the soldiers using their soldiers to bravely besides the cannons equipped under his command were of great significance. And I also noticed that the cannons equipped by your units are not only light and agile, but also powerful. What's more rare is that your cannons are fired very fast. I can ask where did you get these cannons?"

Yang Feng stood up again and bowed: "Report to the governor, the last general's artillery was made by himself."

"Made it yourself?"

Everyone in the lobby was surprised. Although the cannons these days were very simple, they could just cast a barrel and stuff gunpowder to fire projectiles, but in fact it was not that simple. Because in this era, gunmaking usually used soil to make a model first, and then poured iron into the model to make it molded. However, because the model made of mud was not dense enough, the cast cannons were easily bubbled. In this way, the density and hardness of the cannons would be affected, and it would easily explode when firing.

Because of this, craftsmen would make the wall thicker as much as possible when building cannons. Therefore, the artillery of the Ming Dynasty in this era is only several thousand kilograms. It is conceivable that the difficulty of moving such a heavy cannon can be used, and most of them can only be used as a guard city.

Although artillery has shortcomings, the craftsmen who can cast artillery are the most precious talents. Even the most cruel and bloodthirsty Later Jin Tartars would hide them like treasures after they caught the artillery cast artillery. Now when everyone heard that these light and powerful artillery were actually cast by Yang Feng, one and the other were wide open, their eyes widened.

A general stood up and said with some doubt: "General Yang Shen, did you really cast these artillery?"

Yang Feng nodded: "These artillery were brought by me after I asked craftsmen to cast them from overseas. You can say that I made them."

"So that's what it means, it was actually cast by overseas craftsmen."

Only then did everyone's faces reveal a look of sudden enlightenment. Although the Ming Dynasty had made great progress in agriculture and commerce after hundreds of years of development, both agriculture and commerce had made great progress compared to the beginning of its founding, the only firearm casting water did not improve much, so it was gradually caught up by Western countries. After the late Ming Dynasty, the level of local craftsmen in the Ming Dynasty was regressing, and the court had to buy a batch of red barbarian cannons from the Franchise for emergency response. This was also the reason why everyone was suspicious of Yang Feng after he heard that these cannons were cast by himself.

Sun Chengzong continued, "General Yang Shen... I wonder how much your artillery cost?"

"Is it possible that the governor is also interested in the artillery of the last general?" Yang Feng did not immediately answer Sun Chengzong's question, but asked back.

"That's right." Sun Chengzong admitted: "I am very interested when I saw that General Yang Shen's artillery was extremely light and powerful today."

"That's it." Yang Feng pondered for a while before confessing: "These cannons were cast by craftsmen in Luzon and other places. There are two types of cannons. One small cannon fires five kilograms of spoils, and the other large cannon fires 10 kilograms of spoils. Their cost is 1,200 taels of silver and 2,800 taels of silver. If the governor really wants to buy it, the governor will be willing to buy a batch for the governor."

"Oh... that's right."

Sun Chengzong was delighted when he heard this. The price offered by Yang Feng was really beyond his expectations. The Ming Dynasty purchased a batch of red cannons from the hands of the Folangji (Spanish) people to Liaodong. Not only were these red cannons quite heavy, but the price was quite expensive. Each red cannon costs more than 3,000 taels of silver. In comparison, the price offered by Yang Feng was already a conscientious price. He immediately said, "General Yang Shen, if this is the case, I want to ask you to buy thirty small cannons and fifteen cannons, I wonder if it is possible?"

"No problem." Yang Feng nodded very readily, "You can send artillery around the fall next year."

"Mr. Yang, I also want to ask you to buy ten cannons without comment?"

"Mr. Yang, I have my official position. I want twenty sects."

"Mr. Yang..."

Seeing this, the generals in the lobby lit up. They had seen Yang Feng's artillery with their own eyes just now. At the beginning of today, the Zhenghong Banner of Daishan was so arrogant that they blocked the gate of Jinzhou City with more than 10,000 troops, which scared more than 20,000 Ming troops in the city to fight. But when Yang Feng came, he broke down with more than ten artillery elites of Zhenghong Banner who were arrogant. Who wouldn't want such a good thing? For a moment, everyone rushed over with red eyes, and a large group of people made the entire lobby look like a messy vegetable market.

"Everyone...everyone..."

Seeing the generals rushing to use them, Yang Feng was also startled and waved his hand and said, "My colleagues, the subordinates have agreed to build artillery for him first. In the next year, I really don't have the energy to take over the orders of your robes."

When everyone heard Yang Feng's words, they stopped in disappointment. Thinking about it, they were also very tedious and long work these days. Since the failure rate of casting cannons with mud molds is too high, on average, only one of the ten cannons can be qualified. Therefore, Yang Feng took over the order for Sun Chengzong's forty-five cannons and could not cast cannons for them in less than a year. Thinking of this, everyone extinguished the idea of ​​letting Yang Feng help cast cannons.

"Sir, the Central Army Officer is asking for a visit outside the door!" A model soldier from the governor's office reported loudly outside the door.

"Let him in."

Following Sun Chengzong's words, a young middle-aged officer strode in, saluted Sun Chengzong one knee before shouting: "Report to the governor, the governor, was ordered to clean up the battlefield with General Yang Shen's subordinates, and seized a total of 2,138 heads, including 1,875 heads of Jiannu, and 213 heads of Mongolian Tatars and Baoyi."

"good!"

Even though Sun Chengzong was always calm, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. The Jurchen Tartars were always fierce, and the Ming army always had more defeats and fewer victory in battles. In the past, it would be great to seize dozens of Tartars' heads. If there were hundreds, it would be simply to report to the court. The Ministry of War could be called a great victory. Today, it could actually capture more than 1,800 Tartars' heads in one battle. This is a great victory that has never been seen in recent years.

"General Yang Shen is worthy of being a tiger general!" He saw the captured generals clearly on the city wall today, and had already prepared himself, but after hearing the officers reported it in person, they couldn't help but be amazed. Many people looked at each other and showed joy in their eyes.

Sun Chengzong pondered for a while and said, "Let's do this, today's discussion will come here in advance. Tonight, I will welcome General Yang Shen with you to welcome you and me. Let's talk about the rewards of merits and practices tomorrow. What do you think?"

"That's what it should be!" The generals responded in unison, and their voices were unprecedentedly neat.

That night, the governor's office held a banquet to greet Yang Feng and the Jiangning Army who came from afar. Yang Feng and officers from more than a thousand households attended. At the banquet, the generals took turns to toasting Yang Feng, and his attitude made Yang Feng feel a little uneasy. Could it be that the feelings of the military robes these days are so deep?

Yang Feng did not understand this question until after the banquet.

"What... will we let some of the heads of the Tartars be out?"

In the back hall, Yang Feng looked at Sun Chengzong sitting in front of him and opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Yes."

Sun Chengzong nodded at Yang Feng with a solemn expression.

"Zhongqing, I know you are very dissatisfied. After all, you fought this battle alone. Logically, these captured heads should be yours. But this is also the rule in the army. Everyone is present when the battle is in today. If the only ones who reported the merits to the court, what would you think of the imperial court and the emperor? Oh, the tens of thousands of troops in Jinzhou City have not made any contributions, but the Jiangning army, who came from afar, made the merits. How do you ask Your Majesty and the imperial court to view the robes in the city?"

"I..." Yang Feng was a little stunned. He understood that he had encountered the unspoken rules in his relationship.

The unspoken rules will exist in any era and industry. It will not disappear due to social progress or improvement in living standards. He also understood the subtext in Sun Chengzong's words. If he did not give up these contributions today, then the generals who called him brothers in the lobby today will definitely become another face, and he will inevitably be excluded by those people in Liaodong in the future. This is certain.

Seeing Yang Feng's thoughtful expression, Sun Chengzong said lightly: "Did you figure it out?"

"I understand." Yang Feng asked depressedly: "Dare you ask the governor, how many heads will be given up in the end?"

Sun Chengzong said lightly: "You need five hundred of these more than two thousand heads, just give up everything else."

At this moment, Yang Fengjian wanted to curse, would you be so cruel? You were going to go three quarters at once.

Seeing Yang Feng's almost dark face, Sun Chengzong smiled slightly: "Zhongqing, you have to understand that only when you give up these heads can you truly gain a foothold in Liaodong. And after the credit is reported this time, I can recommend you to be promoted to a general. What do you think?"

"good……"
Chapter completed!