Suddenly, a large number of local Tibetan residents came to the city gates in four directions of Luoxue City. Women and children were holding their children, and young adults were supporting the elderly. They all looked anxious and worried, and they shouted one after another.
"Son - come back quickly, don't fight."
"The King of Han has said that he will allocate land to our family just like last year. The King of Han is a trustworthy person."
"The King of Han also said that the Tubo slave status would be cancelled, and all Tibetan people would become common people with land."
"Come back quickly, the King of Han is true to his word, we believe him."
"That's right, the fields were allocated to us last year. If it hadn't been for the noble Lord, no one would have starved to death this year."
"Stop fighting. The King of Han also gives us wages. It's enough. It's better than the noble master."
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The shouts were like a cuckoo weeping blood, like a call from the soul, shaking the defenders on the city.
The soldiers guarding the city looked at each other in confusion, remembering that last year after the King of Han captured Luoche City, he divided the fields for everyone, and gave them enough money for work. They did not beat or scold like noble lords, but instead treated them with respect. The soldiers of the King of Han never bullied others, but instead presided over them.
Fairness, justice, maintenance of safety, life with progress and hope.
Since Lu Dongzan came to power, everything has returned to the past, and now the King of Han is coming to kill him again. Do you want to continue the fight?
One side is hope, the other side is exploitation, this multiple choice question is easy to decide.
Morale is declining and people are speculating.
Looking at the crowd calling, including his own relatives, the hand holding the weapon loosened and loosened again.
Lun Qinling happened to be patrolling the city, and his face turned pale when he saw this scene. He had just decided to take the opportunity yesterday to cancel his slave registration and win over slaves. Today, something like this happened. He suddenly became anxious and shouted: "How can you believe that the king of Han is a foreigner?"
Tubo belongs to us, how can we hand it over to outsiders?"
However, the surrounding soldiers did not respond.
Last year when the King of Han came over, he was too thorough and determined to allocate the land to the local tyrants. It was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Everyone had no doubts about the King of Han. On the contrary, it was Lu Dongzan who took away everything given to everyone after he came to power. In terms of Qinling, it was Lu Dongzan's second
Son, if you jump out and say that the King of Han cannot be trusted, who will believe it?
Silence, silent silence, was like a sharp knife piercing into the heart of Lun Qinling.
Lun Qinling was so angry that his face was livid. Looking at the people who were still calling, he wanted to order the room, but the last bit of reason told him that he couldn't do it. He was so angry that a mouthful of blood spilled out.
"Second brother."
Zan Xiruo hurried over and saw the blood spilling out, and immediately asked in a panic: "Second brother, is it okay?"
"It doesn't matter!" Lun Qinling took out the brocade handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He stared at the people calling in front and said in a deep voice: "Brother, we are defeated. The methods of the King of Han are really unbelievable."
"Failed? No chance at all?" Zan Xiruo looked at the people calling outside the city, his expression also ugly.
"The King of Han's attack on the heart is almost impossible to solve. Don't forget that last year the King of Han allocated fields to slaves and gained a high reputation and trust. Since his father came to power, he was forced to take back the fields due to pressure from the court. In fact, he lost the support of the people and there was no foreign invasion.
It’s okay, once someone attacks and uses this as an excuse, the people’s support will be gone, and the King of Han will be even more dissatisfied.”
Zan Xiruo smiled silently and bitterly. At that time, he had no choice but to do it in order to gain the support of the nobles. Moreover, the national policy of Tubo was slavery. Yesterday he just came up with a way to win over slaves and divide the nobles, but today he was hit.
After a while, Zan Xiruo said in a deep voice: "Militarily, we are besieged and have little chance of winning. Now we have also failed politically. What kind of monster is this King of Han? He is so terrifying. The land allocation last year has become a weapon to defeat us today."
, is it possible that he would have fought today even last year?”
"Brother, I don't know either. Such an opponent is too terrifying. What do you say, father?" Lun Qinling asked, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes, fear of a mysterious and powerful opponent.
"My father sent me to ask what you mean. What are your chances of winning militarily?"
Lun Qinling shook his head and smiled bitterly. He stretched out five fingers and felt that they were too many. He took back two of them. After thinking about it, he still felt that it was a bit too much. He took back two of them and only one was left standing up.
"10% sure?" Zan Xiruo asked in surprise.
Lun Qinling shook his head, put away the last finger, and said with a bitter look on his face: "Did you see it becoming the call of the people? This shout shook the morale of the army and lost morale. Don't forget that the King of Han still has explosives.
, I can easily blow up the city gate and rush in. If I don’t have the prestige of others, I will lose everything.”
After saying that, Lun Qinling's face darkened, showing a bit of heroism and loneliness.
"Then the only thing left is to negotiate peace. You have had more contact with the King of Han. How sure are you of negotiating peace?" Zan Xiruo asked, revealing a deep sense of unwillingness.
Lun Qinling shook his head, looking decadent.
"It's not possible to negotiate peace?" Zan Xiruo was shocked.
Even though Qin Ling was still shaking his head, he felt as if his energy had been drained and he had lost his will to fight.
Yesterday's plan to buy slaves made Lun Qinling excited. He saw hope, but little did he know that he was held down and beaten to death before he could implement it. Such an opponent was too terrifying.
At this moment, Lun Qinling was disheartened.
"Snapped!"
Zan Xiruo took the lead and slapped Lun Qinling, waking him up, and solemnly reminded him: "Cheer up, you can't fall yet. The family needs you, and Tubo also needs you. You must hold on and guard the city wall."
"I..." Lun Qinling woke up with a shiver, but didn't know what to say.
"Think about the great hatred of the three younger brothers, and think about the annihilation of the clan after the city is broken. Are you willing to do so?"
"I'm not willing to give in!" Lun Qinling's eyes turned scarlet, a little more crazy.
"Then use your skills and guard the city wall!"
"I know, brother!"
Zanxi Ruo saw that Lun Qinling was somewhat cheered up, so he hurried downstairs without saying anything more and went straight to the palace.
Lun Qinling looked outside the city and saw that the calls were getting louder and louder, and more and more people were calling. The little confidence he had just cheered up sank to the bottom again, and his eyes were confused, hesitant and helpless.
Hanzhou Army, at the gate of the Chinese Army Tent.
Qin Huaidao also stood proudly and motionless, looking at Luoche City from a distance, as if he were looking at each other in the air at the Helun Qinling Mausoleum. His eyes were firm, wise, and powerful, as if he could see through everything.
Next to him, Luo Wu said with admiration: "Uncle, let the people go up and shout like this. I'm afraid the Tibetan defenders still have 50% of their morale. It's nothing to worry about. We might as well attack at night tonight and decide on a battle."
"Don't worry, wouldn't it be better if we could win without bloodshed?" Qin Huaidao said with a smile.
"Of course it is better to fight without bloodshed, but that old fox Lu Dongzan may not be good at resting. He will eventually see blood, so it is better to take advantage of the opportunity. Moreover, there are too many Tibetan troops, and it will be detrimental to us in the future." Luo Wu proposed.
Confuse.
Qin Huaidao shook his head and said with a smile: "Luo Wu, you have to remember that war is not about fighting and killing, but about serving politics and interests. The Tubo army is not afraid if there are many. In the future, you can select elite soldiers to attack the Turks, and the rest will lose their military status."
, wouldn’t it be better to open up wasteland for farming and grazing? Once Tubo is captured, it will need to be managed, and governance requires people. If we kill them all, who will open up wasteland and grazing?”
Luo Wu's eyes widened and he began to think deeply.
After becoming a military general, Luo Wu thought more about how to defeat his opponents, and never thought about the nature of war. At this moment, it was as if a door opened before his eyes, and a whole new world appeared.