"Based on the number of camps, Liu Chengshou's army is about 1,200 to 300 people. The people in Shizhoutou told me that these are basically not local soldiers, but troops brought by Liu Chengshou from the north to garrison
It only took Shi Zhoutou three years before he was able to take advantage of the people. In normal times, the military leaders also used their power to bully others in the city."
He Lingchuan nodded: "That's what the army is like. The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked."
Judging from Liu Chengshou's previous cowardice without fighting, we know that his army is not much better.
"Is Yang Meng a local?"
"Yes, Yang Meng was born in Shizhoutou. He was favored by a Taoist sect since he was a child and was taken to study martial arts. He only returned to the city three years ago."
"No wonder Yang Meng spontaneously resisted." He Lingchuan said, "Officials from other places robbed their locals."
"When people in the city talk about him, they all say that he is a good man. He is a fair guard and he often provides convenience to the civilians."
Dong Rui went back to the army outside the city: "My bats went to eavesdrop on the conversation of two sentries. Yang Meng did not confront them head-on. He only sent a small group of rangers to harass and kill many sentries on the outside. So these two
I was very nervous and kept praying that I would go back to work alive." As he spoke, the bat came out of Dong Rui's arms and squeaked twice, and the latter said, "By the way, there is sparse vegetation there, and a sentry also saw my bat and thought
Shoot them down and eat them. It seems that the attackers do not have enough supplies."
After the bat shrank, it was no longer as big as a child's fist. The sentinel was greedy for such a small piece of meat, and there really wasn't much fat in his belly.
"Okay, let's talk about Zhao Guangzhi."
"You even want his information?" Dong Rui shook his head, "It's only been three days, and you want me to do so many things!"
"Among the three parties, I am actually most concerned about Zhao Guangzhi." He Lingchuan rubbed his hands, "You must have found out clearly, right?"
Dong Rui stared at him for a long time and then smiled:
"certainly."
At this time Wan Qifeng came in and said:
"We have sent people to spy on Liu Chengshou's camp."
There is no need for He Lingchuan to order this.
Although Dong Rui is meticulous, he is not a soldier and cannot grasp many details.
It was different when Yang Shanjun took action. After nightfall, Wan Qifeng came back to report in much more detail.
Although Liu Chengshou occupied a high ground, the layout of the camp was unreasonable. That is to say, the location of the toilet was not entirely downwind. Sometimes when the wind direction changed, the smell would flow back and the fragrance would float ten miles away.
After several rains, the tents were all twisted and twisted. Yang Shanjun's spies also discovered that some soldiers in the Liucheng garrison were too lazy to line up and would defecate secretly outside and then go back as if nothing happened.
Not only would this be easy for the enemy to take advantage of, but it would also easily pollute the environment. After all, the water source is nearby and there has been heavy rainfall recently.
Even Dong Rui despised: "Their hygiene habits are so bad!"
In addition, Liu Cheng's defenders were also short of food and medicine, and were robbed again by Yang Meng's army. Apparently Liu Cheng's defenders had little experience in fighting in the wild, and the food was not stored separately. As soon as Yang Meng came, what he couldn't take away was set on fire.
, causing Liu Jun serious losses.
"Actually, the two sides inside and outside the city are competing to see who can carry it." He Lingchuan concluded, "If Shitou had more supplies, Liu Chengshou would probably be the one who fled in despair."
But there are very few "ifs" in the world. Liu Chengshou knew that there was no way to survive, so if he gritted his teeth and persisted for a few more days, he would be able to reap the fruits of victory.
"Judging from the current situation, Yang Meng is at a disadvantage. If I were him, I would have to worry about my own safety." He Lingchuan raised his finger at Dong Rui, "How about some medicine?"
Dong Rui raised his eyebrows: "What medicine do you want?"
He Lingchuan whispered a few words to him, and Dong Rui put his hands on his hands and said with a smile: "It's a trivial matter! Whoever told them to be unhygienic deserves it!"
"I'm afraid you didn't prepare enough."
"Enough." Dong Rui bared his teeth and smiled, "This kind of medicine can be enough at any time!"
…
There were two more light rains during the night, and the wind direction changed.
There had been two night raids before, and Liu Chengshou had increased his vigilance, so Yang Meng did not send anyone to disturb the camp that night.
While patrolling the west side of the city at noon, there was a gurgling sound around him. Yang Meng turned around and found that it was the abdominal rumbling of an archer.
The soldier covered his stomach with one hand, causing his stomach to growl louder.
He was hungry. He had not had anything decent to eat for two days, and he could hardly draw his bow.
The three hundred kilograms of grain collected by Yang Meng three days ago had to be used sparingly. How could he dare to let the army eat it all in one go?
Yang Meng glanced at him. At this time, the soldiers rushed up and whispered in his ear: "Master Yang, the meal is ready."
"Bring it up."
The soldier was startled: "Ah? Yes."
When people are hungry and horses are thin, the officers usually eat in the tent to prevent the soldiers from seeing and causing trouble. But Master Yang asked that the meal be brought to the city gate?
After a while, the meal came.
A cage of steaming steamer, just the aroma of rice noodles will make people's fingers lick.
This time, there was more than one soldier rumbling in his stomach.
Yang Meng opened the steamer and saw four or five steamed buns that were half yellow but not black, and a bowl of watery porridge. You couldn't even scoop out two grains of rice with one spoonful.
But there were a few fungi and a few young leaf buds floating on the porridge.
"It's been raining for the past few days, and fungi have grown under the roots of the trees." The soldier said, "We've tried it, and it's not poisonous."
Just seeing these things made the soldiers on the city gate swallow their saliva.
Yang Meng nodded, without reaching out, pointing to the soldiers on the top of the city and saying: "Divide them all and give them to them."
"Ah, sir..."
"I usually eat better than them, so I can bear the hunger." Yang Meng waved his hand, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and share."
A few steamed buns and a bowl of porridge are not enough to fill the teeth of seventeen or eight pot-bellied men.
But the way they looked at Yang Meng became more admiring.
Who doesn’t know that Mr. Yang shares the joys and sorrows with them?
At this moment, an arrow flew from the sky and nailed it to the gate tower with a "snatch" sound. It was only three feet away from Yang Meng.
"Enemy attack!" Everyone wanted to surround Yang Meng, but the latter waved his hand, "No need, it's just a command arrow."
He could see clearly that there was a note tied to the arrow tail.
The soldier went over to pull out the arrow and untie the note, only to hear a "ding" sound and an iron ring fell to the ground.
The quality of the paper was actually very good, light golden, crisp, and made a rustling sound when played twice. Yang Meng unfolded it and saw a few lines on it:
"Yang Shoubei is brave and loyal. He specially donated 500 kilograms of grain to relieve his burning eyebrows. The wind will blow tonight and changes will occur outside the city."
At the end of the letter, I drew a dragon head pattern.
The words "500 catties of grain as a gift" came into view. Yang Meng's heart jumped a few times. He quickly picked up the iron ring and took a look with his spiritual mind.
It is indeed a storage ring.
Sure enough, there were ten bags of grain inside, and the open bags were full!
Although it was not all rice, but also cereals and sweet potatoes, Yang Meng was still overjoyed.
There is food in the belly, so I don’t feel panic. Although five hundred pounds is not much, it can sustain me for a meal!
Not to mention that there are some bacon and pickles in the storage ring. For soldiers who have been chewing tree bark for several days, this is simply a tough dish!