"It's not enough to make a fool of yourself!"

Yang Feng said angrily.

But then he changed his face...

"Jurchen warriors, kill!"

The rifle in his hand was pointing at the city wall.

Then he loaded the grenade and hit it on the city wall.

Seeing the fallen warriors in the explosion and flames, the Jurchen cavalry became even more excited.

They howled and spurred their horses on, and rushed straight into the Wu Zhe's castle.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

Zhang Fu walked to Yang Feng angrily and asked.

"Please pay attention to your attitude, you are only a deputy."

Yang Feng said.

"You want them dead?"

Zhang Fu said in a low voice.

"Please do not slander my reputation. I am just encouraging them to sacrifice their lives for the country. This is a great feat. We will remember their sacrifices for the Ming Dynasty and we will build a monument for them here to commemorate them."

Sincerity is both courageous and martial, and ultimately strong and indomitable.

When the body is dead, the spirit is the spirit, and the soul is the ghost!

nice!"

Yang Feng looked at the Jurchen warriors who were still pouring into the castle and recited poems in an exaggerated way.

And a bloody battle has already begun in the city. The sudden attack has left the desperate wimps with only one way to fight to the end. After all, there are vast mountains behind them. Even if they hide in this season, it will be a dead end. After all, these wudgers are also dead.

Growing up in a freezing cold of -30 degrees Celsius, and having fought wild beasts for generations for a living, his fighting ability was definitely sufficient. At this time, he was like a wild dog that was cornered and could only bite like crazy.

Their total number of young and strong people actually had to be thousands. Although they were not as good as the Jurchens who rushed into the city, the Jurchens did not rush in all at once.

So they are not without the power to fight.

Roars, screams, and even women's cries filled the night sky in the city.

Yang Feng sat down on the chariot at this time.

"In fact, this area can also be turned into fertile fields."

he said.

"Whatever can be grown here, you can't harvest much if you open the original fields."

Zhang Fu said speechlessly.

"Soybeans and sorghum, we still had songs to sing here at that time. My home is on the Songhua River, where there are countless soybeans and sorghum. The big river we passed before was the Songhua River, or what the Jurchens call Songwaliwu.

La. We call this area Beidacang, the largest granary in the country. Under the snow under our feet is black soil, the best land that is so fertile that it oozes oil.

However, due to the severe cold climate, it is not possible to produce two crops a year like in Jiangnan.

But even one season is enough.

As for rice, it can actually be planted once it is ready.

It is said that during the Tang Dynasty, Bohai State planted rice in the east.

I say this just to tell you, don’t think that because this is a bitterly cold place, you can’t farm. With the right approach, not only can you farm, but it can also become a granary that’s not inferior to Jiangnan.

It’s not even just here. Next, your emperor will probably follow what I said and go outside the Eastern Ocean to find several new crops that are more suitable here. At that time, even if we continue to go north, we can farm even in Nurgan City.

but……"

Yang Feng then pointed forward again.

"You don't want to be surrounded by a group of people who want to steal your food, right?"

he said.
Chapter completed!