Giant Ship Across the Song Dynasty: My Supplies Come from My Motherland

Chapter 148 I really did have my eye on him back then!

"I'm not faking it. I was thinking of taking him out with one shot, but even though I aimed perfectly, I ended up hitting the guy next to him. Isn't that strange?"

Lin Zhou was extremely annoyed when he said this. He wasn't trying to intimidate anyone; he just wanted to kill that guy. Otherwise, he wouldn't have grabbed his pistol so quickly, even faster than a seasoned warrior like Wanyan Liang could draw his bow.

But what to do? He didn't know if it was because he wasn't skilled enough or because the bullets from those broken guns were skewed to the left, but he missed three shots. Now he was thinking of going back and asking Old Zhao to fix his gun. He couldn't even hit the target unless it was right in the face. What was the point of having this piece of junk?

It's quite effective at scaring people. Just now, Wanyan Liang clearly thought Lin Zhou was scaring him. This general, who had led thousands of troops, was actually made to hide behind a tree by a weakling like Lin Zhou.

When two sides are locked in a standoff, the worst thing to do is for one side to back down. Wanyan Liang's evasion meant that their surprise attack was bound to end in failure, because courage is the hymn of humanity, and losing courage in the midst of battle is equivalent to losing everything.

Aside from Lin Zhou, he was a complete idiot; he didn't even know the other side had archers. It just so happened that Wanyan Liang didn't know Lin Zhou didn't know Wanyan Liang had ambushed archers, and since Lin Zhou didn't know Wanyan Liang didn't know he had archers, Lin Zhou actually won this game. He used a two-pronged attack to defeat the seemingly invincible Wanyan Liang.

The "fu" in "fusi" (to go to one's death)

This is why the mother-in-law immediately whipped Lin Zhou. This guy was truly a tiger, truly brave. Although she hadn't approved of Hong Liu's affairs before, at this moment, she no longer cared about bloodlines. This pure-blooded Baturu had actually defeated one of the top young warriors of the Great Jin Dynasty.

To put it another way, in the culture of the Great Jin, the one who backs down in a fight must give way to the other person on the street, no matter how many years have passed or what their own status is.

That's how tribal culture is; the greenskins in Warcraft are pretty much the same.

However, it wasn't until dinner that Lin Zhou realized just how dangerous that seemingly insignificant moment had been.

Seriously, just hearing his mother-in-law describe how dangerous it was, his younger brother was so scared he almost shrank back. If it weren't for saving face in front of his mother-in-law, the first thing he would have done was run away.

"If only I could have killed him with one shot." He was still agonizing over the matter: "If only I could have been shot in the chest, life would be so much easier."

"If we hurt him—how can we expect to have a good life?" The mother-in-law blinked. "Wouldn't our whole family become a rebel group?"

"A rebel party?"

Lin Zhou leaned forward, looking at his mother-in-law with a bewildered expression: "What kind of female-oriented thinking is this? The old man has 20,000 soldiers, and the great-great-grandfather has 100,000 soldiers, that's 120,000 soldiers in total. Don't even mention your family's emperor, I'd bet on Liu Xiu in front of me. Let's just fight it out at the palace gate, whoever wins is the legitimate ruler."

The princess remained silent, but she did not agree with Lin Zhou's words.

Lin Zhou looked up and sighed, "Ah—it's a pity I didn't kill him."

Yes, it's a pity we didn't kill him. He got away this time, but next time he definitely won't let Lin Zhou get close, and he won't even show his face easily again. People who could become emperors in the future are terrified of death. If he had been braver, he wouldn't have let Lin Zhou have a good time today.

"But it doesn't matter anyway." Lin Zhou suddenly shook his head with a sigh: "I'm here to protect the base. If I hadn't been here today, he would have definitely come in, and you wouldn't have been able to stop him."

"Um."

"Once he comes in, it will be too late by the time the old man reacts. If your emperor summons you back with twelve imperial edicts, you'll be executed immediately upon your return."

The mother-in-law paused for a moment: "It looks quite familiar."

"Don't be so smug. Yue Fei died at your hands just like that. You and Qin Hui killed Yue Fei together. Now Qin Hui and Liangzi have killed you both. With Yue Fei gone from both sides, all that's left is for Qin Hui to have a good time."

"You—aren't Qin Hui's men? Why do you say that?"

"I'm a damn Qin Hui supporter." Lin Zhou curled his lip, his eyes practically shooting out of the sky: "Yue Fei is dead, I can't bring him back to life. But if it were a few years earlier, you'd see, I would have blown both of you to smithereens for Yue Fei."

Perhaps it was a telepathic connection, for not long after dinner, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard outside, and then Prince Rui hurried back, covered in dust.

His expression was cold and menacing when he entered the room. He didn't say a word after entering, and he picked up the food brought by the maid and ate it.

The man, over fifty years old, could eat three or four pounds of flatbread in one sitting, leaving Lin Zhou dumbfounded. However, he refrained from speaking ill of him at this moment, because even someone as slow-witted as him could sense the seriousness of the situation.

"How is the old man?"

The princess took a moment to ask, and Prince Rui looked up at her: "The fever has subsided, but the doctor said that he is too old, and I'm afraid that even if he survives this time, he won't last much longer."

"Is my medication not working?"

"Fine, or it'll be gone on the spot." After saying this, Prince Rui slammed his fist on the table: "You old stubborn fool!"

Seeing him cursing the old man, Lin Zhou knew something must have happened inside, but he didn't ask. After all, if the prince wouldn't tell him, asking would be pointless.

"Someone on the way has already told me about this." Prince Rui patted Lin Zhou on the shoulder: "Thanks to you—thanks to you so much—"

At first, Prince Rui thought that Lin Zhou was of no use at all, but now it was only thanks to this carefree young man that he was able to hold on to his last line of defense.

"The front line has run out of food and can only hold out for less than half a month. If we neither advance nor retreat within three days, the 100,000 troops will not even be able to withdraw."

"No food?" The princess frowned. "Is it Digunai?"

"Not only that. His Majesty doesn't want Father to stay. Heh heh heh heh haha ​​...

Prince Rui suddenly laughed, turned around, and patted Lin Zhou's shoulder forcefully: "Now I truly understand how you Song people felt when Yue Fei was recalled and executed. My father served the country for fifty years, a son of the founding emperor, and the uncle of the current emperor. I told the old man, 'Let's rebel!'—he ignored me—"

Lin Zhou sat up straight: "Is this something I can hear?"

Prince Rui did not answer, but merely glanced at him sideways and waved his hand: "Sit down."

"The old man refuses?"

"He doesn't believe it!" Prince Rui laughed as he said this: "He actually doesn't believe it; he thinks he won't end up like Yue Fei."

"The reason is that Yue Fei was a subject of the Song Dynasty, while the Jin Dynasty was his home."

"The old man is quite stubborn," Lin Zhou remarked.

"Is that something you should be saying?" The princess glared at him. "He's from your grandfather's generation, after all."

"He's such a stubborn old man!" the prince slammed his fist on the table and roared. "If he had taken his medicine sooner, things wouldn't have turned out like this!"

"How could this have happened—"

Lin Zhou muttered something under his breath, but the prince overheard him. A strange misunderstanding immediately arose between them: the prince thought he was asking why the current situation had turned out this way, while Lin Zhou was asking why it was so different from history.

"Speaking of which, it's all because of those Song people," Prince Rui said, shaking his head silently with a hint of helplessness. "Han Shizhong supplied the barbarians on the grasslands with food, medicine, and weapons, while Qin Hui chose Wanyan Liang, selling military rations, banning refined iron, and restricting shipping. The two of them were like oil and water, yet their actions were perfectly coordinated!"

Lin Zhou Aba Aba Aba————

Of the things Han Shizhong gave to Mongolia—the medicine came from Lin Zhou, and the weapons were made in his steel mill. The military rations Qin Hui sold were bought by Han Shizhong to support Mongolia; the prohibited refined iron came from his steel mill, which Han Shizhong bought to forge weapons for smuggling to Mongolia; and the shipping restrictions were because Qin Hui had rebuilt fourteen docks for a new shipyard, preventing grain from the south from being loaded onto ships and transported there.

The shipyard blueprints were provided by Lin Zhou. Because it was a dry and wet separation dock and a high-low structure pier, the pier needed to be rebuilt.

Ah—now he knows why history was changed.

This series of support measures resulted in better balance and range for the Mongol arrows, which led to Wanyan Zongbi's attack and possibly his early demise by two years. Being cut off from his retreat meant his elite army of 100,000 might have been forced to sign an unequal treaty with the Mongols prematurely.

The Jin Dynasty signed an unequal treaty with the Mongols and paid tribute to them. Wasn't that tantamount to the US paying war reparations to Iraq? The invincible Jin Empire was showing its true colors!

And the culprit who caused the empire to bleed was none other than Wanyan Zongbi. Emperor Xizong had originally planned to get rid of Wanyan Zongbi, and Wanyan Liang took advantage of this opportunity to eliminate dissidents. Upon hearing that the old man might not live much longer, he took action while Prince Rui was away.

But it was Lin Zhou's medicine that prolonged Wanyan Zongbi's life, and it was Lin Zhou's pistol that protected Prince Rui in his final moments.

Good heavens, the butterfly effect of history has taught Lin Zhou a real lesson; his small intervention has brought about a dramatic change in the world.

"Your Highness, what should we do now?"

"No." King Rui lowered his eyelids. "Do you have a way to obtain provisions?"

"Who?" Lin Zhou pointed to himself: "Me?"

Yes, is it?

"How much do you want?"

"At least 300,000 shi (a unit of dry measure). With the grain and fodder, I'll think of a way to take the initiative and conquer the grasslands, settle down there, and with my father bedridden, I'll take charge of the military affairs."

"How much?" Lin Zhou thought he had misheard. "How many stones?"

"Three hundred thousand, a do-or-die number."

"Three hundred catties is fine, but where am I supposed to get three hundred thousand shi? What kind of status do I have? You're going to treat me like a lowly servant!"

"Then there is only one way." Prince Rui straightened up: "Turn around immediately and take Zhongdu. You set off immediately and return to Lin'an. You have done enough. Take good care of Yangti and Hongliu there."

"Are you really going to rebel?!"

"If we don't rebel, no one will survive." Prince Rui's face was a little pale, and his tone was hard: "That little thief Wanyan Liang dared to break into my residence! The emperor has probably already given him the order."

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