Chapter 251 Fang Baihua: I will sacrifice myself to feed the demon
Fang Baihua came out from Fang La's retreat with a solemn expression.

This girl is a heroic young girl and has been practicing martial arts since she was young.

After Fang La's uprising, Fang Baihua served as the marshal of the rebel army. In the battle, he annihilated the 5,000 troops of Song generals Cai Zun and Yan Dan, occupied Qingxi, and together with Fang La, he traveled across Wu and Yue, successively captured six states and 52 counties including Shezhou and Hangzhou, and controlled most of Jiangnan and Zhejiang.

Fang Baihua was in charge of the army at Mantou Mountain, Fengshan Gate, Hangzhou. He was heroic and fearless, and was loved by the soldiers of the rebel army. Later, Fang La's uprising was suppressed by the Song army. Fang Baihua was captured and died heroically in Kaifeng.

Such a woman is not much inferior to Chen Liqing.

That day at Tiandu Peak in Huangshan, Cao Jie looked into Fang La's camp and his eyes fell on her.

It was just that the mission that day was important, so he had a brief exchange with Fang Tianding before parting ways, and he didn't know her identity.

Today, Fang Baihua, who is already in her twenties and has dedicated her life to the common people, seems to have made some kind of resolution.

"aunt!"

Fang Tianding waited outside until Fang Baihua came out, then he quickly walked over to her and asked, "Father, what are your plans?"

"Shandong's little Mengde should not be underestimated. Liangshan is also a force that is not weaker than ours. Your father is preparing to form an alliance with him..."

"What about Jin Zhi..." Fang Tianding said with a bitter face: "Jin Zhi has been innocent since childhood. Sending her to Shandong is tantamount to pushing him into a fire pit!"

"Jinzhi doesn't need to go to Shandong!" Fang Baihua said in a deep voice.

How can a weak and frail girl be capable of shouldering such a big responsibility?

Fang La was also worried about entrusting such a heavy responsibility to his fifteen-year-old daughter who knew nothing.

"Oh!" Fang Tianding breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "How should we form an alliance with Liangshan?"

"I will go to Shandong with that little Mengde to investigate and decide how to proceed based on the circumstances."

Fang Tianding was shocked: "Auntie went to Shandong?"

"Ugh!"

Fang Baihua placed her delicate hand on the hilt of the Qingluan Sword at her waist: "Buddhism says that if I don't go to hell, who will? If you want to achieve great things, you have to make some sacrifices. I'm here in Shandong, so you don't have to worry about anything else. Just focus on guarding Jiangnan."

"Aunt is going alone? Why not let Shi Bao accompany her..."

"One person is enough! Could it be that Cao Jie is a scourge beast that can eat me?"

Fang Baihua decided to make a decisive move and left Muzhou, heading along the Xin'an River to Shezhou to meet Cao Jie.

The upper reaches of this great river are called Xin'an River, the middle reaches are called Fuchun River, and the lower reaches are called Qiantang River.

The scenery on both sides of the river for hundreds of miles is truly picturesque.

Whenever the sun rises, the mountain light and cloud shadows are floating, looming, mysterious and poetic. When the dusk is heavy, the mountain is hazy, and the maple leaves are shrouded by a veil, and the whole mountain range seems to have turned into a dark screen.

Cao Jie saw Fang Baihua again in the mist. She was more beautiful than the scenery and more charming than the flower.

"Sister Baihua, I have long heard of your name."

Cao Jie is a person who loves and cherishes flowers!

Especially these unique flowers in the world need to be well cared for and nurtured with care.

On the boat on Xin'an River, the small stove on the table was cooking green plum wine with a "gurgling" sound, and the aroma of wine was overflowing. There were a few small dishes on the table, which were also Huizhou delicacies cooked by Cao Jie himself, which could be used as a side dish for the wine.

Fang Baihua stood at the bow, letting the river breeze blow her hair freely behind her.

Cao Jie put his arm around her waist...

"Mr. Cao, please respect yourself."

Fang Baihua's face changed slightly, but she did not fight. Her shaking arms showed her inner struggle.

Cao Jie ignored her anger and said with a smile: "Sister Baihua, why are you angry? You and I both know that if we form an alliance, those two thin contracts will be useless. You wrote me a letter to invite me to a meeting, and you hope that we can have further exchanges and cooperation..."

Cao Ze held Roudi's hand again and said, "Throughout history, the best way to strengthen the relationship between two forces is through marriage. Since you have made up your mind and we are both in the martial arts world, do you still need me to carry a sedan chair to welcome you? Actually, it's not impossible, but I'm afraid you won't want to..."

Fang Baihua clenched her teeth. Although she had made up her mind to sacrifice herself to feed the demon, she felt uncomfortable saying it so bluntly.

But Cao Jie knew that this was just a deal.

Since it's a transaction, let's not talk about feelings.

Reaching out to pour two bowls of green plum wine, pointing to the futon in front of her, Cao Jie saw that she was silent, so he said: "The Zhao Song Dynasty is in turmoil now, but in fact, this big ship has not yet sunk. Your brother Fang La can't sink this ship."

"You underestimate the Holy Archbishop." Fang Baihua's eyes were full of pride.

Fang La was able to capture Hangzhou and occupy six prefectures and fifty-two counties, and he was indeed a hero of his time.

"I heard that you have been asking about Mr. Zong's news recently. That shows how capable Zong Ze is. There are many people like him in the Song Dynasty. Besides... I am not underestimating you. Apart from being able to deceive people, what else can you do? What else?"

Cao Jie took a sip of wine and said, "How much military equipment, war horses, warships, and food have you stockpiled? How many wars can you afford?"

"Humph!"

Fang Baihua sat opposite Cao Jie, raised the bowl and drank it all. "Jiangnan is a rich place. It lacks nothing except war horses. We are confident that we can seize the arsenal and granary in the first place..."

"After all, it's just the behavior of bandits." Cao Jie shook his head. "If you want to become bigger and stronger, you must have your own arsenal and shipyard to replenish the consumption of war at any time, have a steady supply of food, and have like-minded partners."

"You have?"

"I am not talented, just a little."

"Since you have everything you need in Liangshan, why do you have to come to Jiangnan?"

"Rebellion is not like a dinner party! It is always good to have more friends. Besides, I heard that you Manichaeism can refine a kind of holy fire oil. A small bottle can explode into a terrifying high-temperature flame, burning an area of ​​several feet."

According to the information he collected, Cao Jie felt that the Manichean holy fire oil was a bit similar to napalm.

Because the holy fire oil splashed onto people after the explosion is like lard ointment, sticky and resistant to burning. If people pat it with their hands, the fire will get bigger and bigger. If they roll on the ground to put out the fire, their whole body will be covered in fire.

Moreover, once a large part of the person's body is on fire, people nearby should try to stay away from the person on fire, because the person on fire's hard struggle can easily throw the burning oil onto other people, causing a secondary killing effect.

Cao Jie also wants to have such a good thing!
However, this is a secret of Manichaeism, and only a few people have witnessed the horrific destructive power of the holy fire oil.

"So your goal is the Holy Fire Oil!"

"No, no! That's just a side deal. I have a new-style arsenal in Liangshan, and its production capacity has been quite good in recent years. After you go to inspect it, we can discuss this matter. I just hope that your production capacity of holy fire oil is large enough... Come, have another drink, and I wish us a pleasant cooperation."

(End of this chapter)