"We discovered the location of Beirong!" Yan Laoer said.
Mr. Xue Qi frowned, neither saying he believed it nor saying he didn’t believe it.
Yan Yu knew in her heart that what General Xue Qi was struggling with was not this, but his uncle's "hard job". They had to track down the escaped Beirong and find other scattered gathering places on the grassland.
Cut off the roots!
Although Longxing and Fengming were also harassed by the Beirong all year round, in the past ten years, only Huju was killed by the Beirong in the city.
The hatred between Huju and Beirong is as deep as the sea, and they are irreconcilable.
Beirong's strength has been exhausted, and the militia has also exhausted its strength along the way.
Only her uncle has always been prudent in doing things. If he doesn't move, it will be done. If he moves, he will eliminate all evil.
The vigilantes had seen blood several times and their courage had improved, but when it came to killing women and children with swords... they were afraid they still wouldn't be able to do it.
The soldiers on the border had no such scruples about this.
They are used to seeing life and death, and they understand the cruelty of war.
The weeds are endless, they grow again when the spring breeze blows!
Everyone who has guarded the border for many years knows this truth.
To restore peace to Guanzhou, we cannot be benevolent as a woman.
The eldest brother, the crown prince, was powerful but unable to overpower General Wei, who commanded the three armies.
The latter strongly advocated the sacrifice of prisoners in Beijing.
Sending alive Beirong over would naturally demonstrate his achievements more than individual heads.
But from a practical point of view, the manpower, carriages and horses used to escort the transportation... just a simple calculation, it is a very large expense.
At the moment, Guanzhou is, to put it quite literally, almost out of ammunition and food.
Doesn’t General Wei know?
Yan Yu didn't believe it.
This move may seem like a great success.
Once the Beirong prisoners are brought back, let alone the capital, as long as they enter the pass, even the King of England will not be able to make the decision.
When the Guanzhou border troops came out of the border, they killed them first and then reported them. If there is another prisoner who kills prisoners of war, then the prince and his father may have to ask this son, do you want to rebel against your father?!
The only ones here who can take action, after thinking about it, are them, Huju.
Who made Beirong have such a big hatred against them? It is not incomprehensible for some of their extreme behavior.
The prisoners must be dealt with before they enter the customs!
There is no more suitable person to take charge of this than Mr. Xue Qi.
In the battle to break the city that day, the frontier troops suffered heavy losses. Blood debt must be repaid with blood as it should be and cannot be blamed.
In addition, Mr. Xue Qi's identity can be regarded as the brother-in-law of the King of England and an elder of the prince's mother's family. With this relationship, if you want to punish him, you have to weigh one or two.
If General Xue happens to lead the Huju border troops to achieve military successes, the merits and demerits will be balanced, and there will be more room for change.
The Beirong scattered on the grassland are the military merits of overcoming the enemy.
If that's not enough, hehe, isn't there Xirong who can make up the number?
I accidentally chased him too far, so that's no problem.
There are several key points in what the uncle asked his father to bring to Mr. Xue Qi.
While Yan Yu was thinking about it, General Xue Qi had already read it out.
"Kill all the Beirong troops and quell the border rebels, rob their cattle and sheep, and rescue the people of Guanzhou...military merit! After this battle, where else can there be military merit?!"
General Xue Qi's expression became more and more determined, and his eyes stared directly at the location of the Beirong barracks, glowing with a thief's light.
…
On this day, the Guanzhou army won a great victory and captured many Beirong soldiers.
The army was in no hurry to return to the customs. The various supplies captured, especially the herds of cattle and sheep, made the bitter soldiers red-eyed.
The prince ordered the army to rest for two more days.
The auxiliary soldiers slaughtered cattle and sheep, and the three soldiers on the roadside cheered loudly.
In the main tent, Shi Yunyan looked at the map carefully with his hands folded, constantly comparing it with the hand-drawn map on the table.
"It's rare for a child as young as a child to be able to draw like this."
Wang Deshan glanced at the rough lines on the table map and thought that Guaisun's skills did not end there. This was done by Xiao Er and her uncle, who was worried that her talent would be exposed and people would notice her, so he asked her to draw it temporarily.
In a hurry, he was able to draw like this, matching up with the landmarks on the map, which shows how capable his good grandson is!
It's really hard to cover up that kind of strength, but the rest can still be hidden.
"Counting the time, they are probably about to enter the border gate, right?" Shi Yunyan asked softly.
Wang Deshan also said in a low voice: "With those many Beirong soldiers on the road, and the Guanzhou people who were rescued, some walked slower. It's pitiful. They were tortured to the point of losing their dignity. Many of them were suffering.
I finally waited for us to come and rescue him... I was so happy that I went crazy."
He quickly raised his eyes and saw the bulging veins on the prince's hands behind his back. The prince quickly closed his eyes and said softly: "This is the closest to Huju Pass. Mr. Tian loves his people like his sons, and his subordinates are all capable. They will definitely be able to kill people."
Arrange it well. The old slave heard that Mr. Tian has returned to Huju in advance to make preparations. Yan Hushu and a group of government officials will protect the people entering the pass, and the Huju border army will transport the Beirong prisoners behind..."
The prince paused and said in a low voice: "General Wei is too careful. What flowers can a group of homeless dogs produce? The old slave checked them one by one. The ropes that bundled the people were strong. Mr. Xue was responsible for transporting them.
Still not at ease, he still sent two more teams to follow, saying that it was the merits of the three border troops. Huju alone was not enough to escort them, but Long Xing and Feng Ming also had to be escorted. How could this be fair? They are so particular.
Why didn’t you tell Huju’s people to take some of the slaughtered cattle and sheep away…”
"Your Majesty!" He called softly outside the account while holding a book.
Wang Deshan stopped chattering and quickly walked over to open the curtain.
He came in with a book and a food box. When he opened it, the smell of meat overflowed.
Boiled beef, roasted lamb leg.
"Your Majesty, General Wei is so shameless. You obviously felt pity for the soldiers who had to fight hard in the cold winter, so you rested for two days and killed cattle and sheep to reward them. Why did the guards around him say that General Wei felt sorry for everyone?
The soldiers are admonishing you?" He said angrily while holding the book.
He has served the eldest son since he was a child and is loyal to him. Naturally, he cannot bear to see anyone plotting against his eldest son.
Wang Deshan secretly gave Peng Shu a look of approval.
Well said boy.
Seeing the prince frowning slightly, he used a knife to shave off the meat from the mutton leg and said: "General Wei's move is a bit excessive. Even if he wants to win people's hearts, this is not the way to go. Your prince, you are still here... Peng
Shu, you don’t have a mouth? You should refute it on the spot!"
He held the book and murmured silently.
He didn't refute because he couldn't stand it. It wasn't his prince's idea to reward the soldiers. Someone did propose it to the prince, but it wasn't General Wei, but Yan Huaiwen, the secretary of the household.
Shi Yunyan thought about it for a moment, pointed to the beef and mutton on the table, and said: "What is the truth? To put it bluntly, even if Yan Hu's book is not worthy of its reputation, it should not be replaced by others, which will waste his good intentions.
Holding the book, you go and tell the soldiers that it was Yan Hushu admonishing this prince, and that gave me enough meat for these two days."