Yang Qian was really melancholy, but he followed the course of history and reprimanded him with righteousness first.
Then we talked about surrendering the rebels in the city, but Yu Wenhua and his gang of bastards didn't follow their own script and disrupted their plans by making tricks every minute.
If the city is going to play drums all night, I can't expect Tancheng to beat all the war drums in three to five days.
Besides, all the war drums have been beaten. How easy is it to make a loud noise to disturb the people in the city? You can also beat the gongs or blow the horns.
However, Yang Qian quickly thought of a good way. Unless Yu Wenhuaji had the ability to blind all the tens of thousands of eyes in the city, they would not be able to stop me from conveying the message.
"No, who is that, Li Shimin."
"The end will be here."
"Go, go to the army's baggage camp and find me long pieces of silk. The more the better."
"Besides, if we ask people to get rice paper, the more the better. Also, prepare a batch of pens and ink..."
Li Shimin's eyes suddenly lit up and he bowed respectfully to Yang Qian. "My brother-in-law is still smart. I will do it now."
"What on earth are you doing?" Qin Qiong looked at Li Shimin in confusion as he ran away into the distance.
"Spread leaflets and pull slogans. Yang doesn't believe they can poke everyone's eyes out." Yang Qian said with an extremely confident smile.
Unexpectedly, such a propaganda war would start more than a thousand years in advance. When Yang Qian thought of the Wanjun trebuchet throwing huge paper balls, scattering them all over Tancheng.
And when the slogans urging surrender were displayed on the extremely high banners for the rebels in the city to appreciate.
That kind of picture will definitely be very refreshing.
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"Commander, the paper is too light to reach the weight of a stone bullet thrown by a thunderbolt. How about wrapping paper around the stone bullet and projecting it into Tancheng?"
"No, my goal is to injure as few people as possible, and the main purpose is to persuade them to surrender." Yang Qian looked at the official in charge of the Wanjun Pili Chao who looked helpless in front of him.
I also saw the huge bamboo basket, which was almost one meter in diameter. If I really wanted to fill it up, I would have to copy out 100,000 leaflets.
Moreover, even if it is one hundred thousand copies, the weight is still insufficient, and the leaflets are all wrapped in bamboo baskets.
It was easy for Yu Wenhua and his brothers to rush to the bamboo basket drop-off point as soon as possible and confiscate these leaflets that were copied with painstaking efforts.
But what made Yang Qian curious was where did this official get such a beautiful green bamboo basket.
Seeing that this thing looked like something made right now, Yang Qian walked up to the bamboo basket and kicked it lightly with a curious look on his face.
"Where did you get this bamboo basket?" he asked the official in charge of the Wanjun Pili Car.
"Go back to Marshal, there are a lot of bamboos around here. We can use them directly from the local materials to weave them."
"In that case, does anyone know how to make a kite?" Yang Qian stepped out of the tent, looked at the flag swaying in the north wind, and couldn't help but have an idea.
"..." Qin Qiong and the other civil and military officials all looked at the commander with bewildered expressions as he had a sudden idea.
Changsun Wuji coughed dryly and came closer and whispered, "Commander, this is not spring. If you want to fly a kite, you have to..."
Yang Qian's face immediately darkened. Am I such a naive person? Everyone is worried about the country and the people, and hundreds of thousands of troops are sharpening their knives. Why the hell am I going to fly a kite?
Seeing that Yang Qian's jade-like face was now as black as the bottom of a pot, Changsun Wuji quickly laughed dryly, which was very mean.
"How about at night?"
"Stop talking nonsense!" Yang Qian said quietly to this guy. He was definitely not the kind of person who loses his ambition by playing with things.
Clearing his throat, he faced a group of surprised eyes and said, "As you already know, I'm afraid it will be difficult to throw those leaflets into Tancheng."
"But if you use a kite, you can use the wind direction to hang the flyers over Tancheng. When the time comes, cut the string and let the flyers fall into the city..."
"They may still be able to find a way to confiscate the ten or twenty kites. If there are hundreds or thousands of kites with notices to persuade them to surrender, they all fall into Tancheng..."
"...This is a solution, but will it be troublesome to make the kite?"
"It's really not troublesome to make a kite. If all the leaflets written on rice paper are made into kites, I'm afraid it won't be a small project..."
"It doesn't matter, just do it and let all the craftsmen make it. Let's see if any of the soldiers are smart or know how to make kites and help."
"This move is really similar to that of the old days when they were besieged on all sides. The commander is wise." Changsun Wuji finally realized.
Although I had just thought of the idea of flying a kite, I really didn't have the brains of a commander to actually use a kid's fun thing for military purposes.
Well, you must remember to take a note, maybe this kind of strategy will be useful in the future. Several generals who looked like famous generals couldn't help but shine with their eyes, silently remembering it.
Outside the city, clumps of bamboo fell down and were cut into pieces by a group of Jingnan soldiers, and then made into thin bamboo slices.
More and more written notices were brought in, and pots of boiled paste were also carried to the open space.
The aroma of simmered rice began to spread throughout the military camp.
On the city, the rebel soldiers looked at the city in bewilderment. They couldn't understand why the Jingnan troops didn't attack the city. It was just past noon and they were making rice again.
One of the rebels in the city sniffed. "Why does it have the smell of rice, but no other smell, not even meat."
"Really? I smell..."
"You bastards, keep an eye on the Jingnan troops below the city and don't mess around." An officer couldn't stand it any longer and cursed.
When the brigade marshal left, the rebels who had just stood upright and listened to the instructions honestly began to slump again.
"Damn it, what are you pretending to be? When we saw the Jingnan Army besieging the city, this guy's legs were shaking like a weasel."
"Hey, look, what is that? The Jingnan Army is putting up flags again. How many flags do they want to hang?"
The rebel generals on the city just kept watching, watching more and more flagpoles being erected under the city.
After that, I saw vertical banners hanging...
"Capture brother Yuwen alive, and the whole city will survive..."
"To protect your safety is to protect your lives..."
"...Send the order, let them go down to the city, quickly!" When Yu Wenhua and brother's trusted generals saw the gradually rising banners, their expressions suddenly changed and they ordered sternly.
After all, these soldiers were not the Jingnan Army and did not have such a high literacy rate. They were quickly driven off the city wall and replaced by the hard-core troops of the Yuwen brothers to guard them.
However, they did not expect that the Jingnan Army's showy operations were more than just hanging banners.
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