"In the past, Taifu Jia once said to Emperor Xiaowen: Surrender to rats but avoid weapons. Emperor Xiaowen accepted it, and the later ministers were guilty and committed suicide without being punished."
When Han Long said this, he stood up and saluted Feng Yong, "Although Han Chou has his own way of death, he can be regarded as the Queen of Huaiyin."
"The status of a prince is precious. It would be disrespectful to let him die at the hands of soldiers. If someone dares to ask a prince to kill himself and kill his body, it can be regarded as fulfilling the friendship of the same surname."
After hearing this, Feng Yong had a look of embarrassment on his face.
Damn it, how could I have thought that the old boy would be so cheap? I was originally thinking of letting him go to Nanxiang to mine...
It's just that when an awesome person like Han Long follows him, he always needs an extra layer of security.
Compared with the safety of one's own life, taking one less breath is nothing.
So just think of it as giving him face.
Alas, just doing this is equivalent to losing at least a hundred yuan.
Feng Junhou sighed in his heart, but had to nod, "I didn't want the soldiers to kill him. Now that Han Zhuangshi has spoken, I will allow him to commit suicide."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Feng Yong waved his hand, "This person was captured by Han Zhuangshi. Since Han Zhuangshi has spoken, I naturally want to give him face."
After talking to Han Long and sending him out personally, Feng Yong asked someone to call Huo Yi.
Huo Yi received the order and entered the tent. Before he could speak, Feng Yong quietly asked: "General Huo, you have been in the palace for a long time and are familiar with the rules."
"Do you know if I asked someone to commit suicide, what would I need to prepare for them according to etiquette?"
Huo Yi was startled and thought, who has offended the king again?
However, with this thought in his mind, he replied: "When you return to the lord, you only need to prepare a plate of water and a long sword."
Feng Yong nodded, "In that case, let someone prepare water and a long sword to send to Han Qiu, the leader of the thieves."
Huo Yi took the order.
Unexpectedly, after a while, he entered the tent again and said, "Junhou, the leader of the thieves said he wants to see you."
"What's there to see?" Feng Yong was a little impatient. He was about to say no, but suddenly remembered something, so he changed his words, "Well, it would be nice to see him."
Han Qiu was quickly brought in.
Seeing the other person's calm expression and neatly dressed appearance, I then thought of the thrill I encountered today.
Feng Yong couldn't help but say: "When Mr. invited me before the battle, did he ever think that this time would happen?"
Han Qiu smiled calmly: "I just want to borrow my ancestors' art of war to get a glimpse of it. However, the king is like a god in his military skills. He defeats me with the art of war passed down by his ancestors. Isn't that why he is so complacent?"
I love your mother!
Feng Yong said angrily: "Wu An Jun's art of war was passed down by Wu An Jun. When did it become Huaiyin Hou's?"
This old guy talks about his ancestors on one side and the art of war on the other. He is really annoying.
Han Qiu suddenly said: "So, does the prince really know "Wu'an Jun's Art of War"?"
Feng Yong almost bit his tongue.
I am Diuleilou!
"I don't, I don't know, don't talk nonsense!"
Feng Yong quickly denied it.
Huo Yi quietly retreated.
Han Qiu saw that there was no one else in the tent, so he found a place to sit down and said, "Jun Hou, there are no outsiders here. Besides, I am just a dying man."
"Even if this is related to your master's secret, no one will know what you said as long as you leave this tent, so what if you just tell me honestly?"
Feng Yong was unmoved at all, "I said, no."
Han Chou didn't care, he said slowly: "Well, since the prince is unwilling to tell the truth to someone, how about we change the way?"
"What?"
Although subconsciously he didn't want to talk to this old guy, there was one thing that bothered Feng Yong, and he felt uncomfortable if he didn't ask for a clear explanation.
So I had no choice but to continue to make excuses with this old boy.
"As long as you are willing to help me clear up my doubts, I will inform you about the matter. This matter concerns Liangzhou. Once you know about it, you can't say what you can do to Liangzhou."
Feng Yong's heart skipped a beat after hearing this, "Seriously?"
Han Chou smiled slightly and said, "Although the kings and lords use their troops well, Cao Wei is so powerful that it will take a lot of effort to conquer Liangzhou, right? But if you get this news from me, you can be more sure."
Feng Yong is a good deal with a sure profit and no loss, you are going to die anyway.
Pretending to ponder for a moment, Feng Yong asked worriedly, "How do I know whether what you said is true or false?"
"Then it depends on how the prince weighs it. Anyway, I am a mortal person, and my life is entirely in the hands of the prince. What I want is to know the truth before I die."
"So whether you say it or not, it actually has no impact on the prince at all. But the prince is different. If you can use this to plot against Liangzhou, you will be taking a lot of advantage."
Han Qiu seemed certain that Feng Yong would agree to his conditions and was not in a hurry.
Sure enough, Feng Yong just thought about it for a moment and nodded immediately, "Okay. But I also have some questions to ask you."
"A gentleman's words."
"It's hard to chase a horse."
"Well, the first question I ask is, in the military information Daxia County sent to Junhou, it was clearly stated that it would arrive tomorrow, so why did it arrive early?"
When Feng Yong heard this, he had a strange smile on his face: "Sir, did you intercept the official document halfway?"
In the communication report between Daxia County and Feng Yong, at least three batches of messengers will be sent out each time, just to prevent any accidents and the loss of contact.
In the last military information sent by Jufu, only two of the three messengers arrived. Although it was not known whether one of them was lost or had an accident, Feng Yong naturally had to prepare for the worst case scenario.
Han Qiu nodded and said with some doubts: "That's right. What's more, how could Daxia City know that the prince was in danger, so it mobilized so many troops to greet the prince?"
This time it was Feng Yong's turn to speak slowly, and he could only be heard saying leisurely: "What you saw, sir, will arrive tomorrow, but what I saw, it will arrive before sunset today."
"As for them mobilizing so many troops here, it's naturally my intention. It was originally just in case."
"But," when he said this, the smile on Feng Yong's face grew stronger. "Originally, I wanted to catch a few yellow sheep, but I didn't expect that I accidentally hit a wolf."
When Han Qiu heard this, his expression changed, and he lost his voice and said: "Yin Shu?"
Feng Yong nodded, "Yes, it's Yin Shu."
The so-called Yin Shu is a means of keeping secrets developed from Yin Talisman.
The Yin Talisman was invented by Jiang Taigong. Initially, bamboo chips were used, and later wood chips, copper chips, etc. were used.
The method is to cut the bamboo pieces into different lengths and make an agreement with the generals before the battle. Different lengths represent different contents.
For example, one inch means great victory, five inches means lack of food, etc.
It's just that this method can convey too little meaning.
As the war progresses, this method becomes insufficient.
Therefore, another more advanced method was developed from the secret method of Yin Fu, and that is the Yin Book.
Yin Shu is to divide an official document into several parts, and then send several people to send them out.
Unless the enemy can intercept all the messengers at the same time, he will not know the complete contents.
This method is the main way to deliver classified military information today.
However, as an illegal traveler, Feng Tubiao proudly said that this method was too low-level.
What if the other party really captures all the messengers?
What's more important is that even if the other party does not intercept all the messengers, but only intercepts a part, then the destination will also not know what information is sent back from the front line.
"Impossible. I see that all your correspondence between the two places is complete official documents, not secret documents."
Han Qiu raised his voice, no longer as calm as when he first entered the account.
If what Feng Yong said is true, it means that he fell into the opponent's design from the beginning, and did not fall short at the last moment.
I originally thought I was just unlucky, but now I was suddenly told by the other party that I had lost from the beginning.
This made Han Qiu, who prided himself on his scheming, particularly difficult to accept.
"It is a complete official document. The three messengers all carried the same official document. There is nothing missing."
Feng Yong smiled slightly, "It's just that the meaning of the official document as seen by outsiders and the meaning as seen by me are completely different."
"Otherwise, Mr. Han, why would I let the soldiers rest for half a day after being harassed by wolves?"
Although at first I thought the wolves had found a dead body pit somewhere.
But when people went to search outside the camp the next day, it was obvious that nothing messy was found.
Therefore, the behavior of the wolves seemed a bit strange, and coupled with the smell of blood from an unknown source, someone might have brought it here on purpose.
As a country turtle who cherishes his life very much, combined with the military information sent by Chen Shi, he was reminded that there might be a rout nearby.
Feng Junhou ordered Jufu to immediately lead his men to sweep back on the spot. All conspiracies and tricks were useless in the face of powerful strength!
Unexpectedly, Han Chou misunderstood: "Isn't the Lord waiting for me?"
This time it's Feng Yong's turn to be surprised. You already know I'm waiting for you, but you still dare to bump into me?
Is there something wrong with your brain?
However, thinking of the Yin Book he mentioned just now, Feng Yong suddenly realized, "Sir, do you want to take advantage of the arrival of reinforcements from Daxia County to capture my camp?"
Han Qiu still looked lonely, "It's a pity that I didn't expect that Junhou had already set a trap."
"I see that the official document is about the current affairs of the monarch and Daxia County. How can it be a sinister document?"
This question scratched Feng Yong's itch.
"Sir, do you remember my reply to you?"
"Of course I remember. On that reply, there was a certain writing that I had never seen before. It must be an ancient writing that is unique to Junhou's sect?"
Naturally, it should be the case for a master, but in ancient times, it was not necessarily the case, and it will be similar in the future.
But that's not the point.
Feng Yong nodded and said: "In addition to those words, I also have a symbol. I must have seen it in the official documents I intercepted."
Han Qiu was shocked, "You actually used original writing to deliver official documents?"
It was when he saw the unique symbols on the official document that he guessed that these were Feng Yong's unique symbols, but he did not expect that these symbols were actually a kind of writing.
What kind of ancient inheritance does Feng Yong's sect have?
"Although it's not in the middle, it's not far off."
Feng Yong was very proud.
How can something like a code book be understood by you natives?
A normal official document actually needs to be deciphered before it can be interpreted correctly.
The simplest thing is to add an Arabic...well, Feng's number at the end of each page.
If it says "2", it means that it needs to be read every two words.
If it says "23", it means first skipping two characters, then skipping three characters, and so on.
Now that arithmetic has not become popular in Nanxiang, this method is secretive enough.
Because you don’t even know Feng’s numbers and you still want to decipher them?
But in order to transmit important information more confidentially during the war, Feng Yong simply created a code book.
For example, a considerable part of the staff team headed by Zhang Muzhi is responsible for deciphering codes and converting ciphertext.
How to compare the code book? Only students who have come out of the school know what is going on.
At the same time, it takes a lot of thought to convert the cipher text that needs to be transmitted into an official document with another meaning without making others suspicious.
This is why only the best students in the school are eligible to join the staff.
Therefore, although the official document that Han Qiu saw stated that the people from Daxia County would come to join them tomorrow, in fact, they would arrive at sunset today.
After hearing Feng Yong's explanation, Han Qiu looked confused.
Because he didn't understand it at all.
I don’t know what Feng’s numbers are, what a codebook is, let alone what a conversion code is.
The only thing he can know is that these methods are all improvements of Yin Shu.
"I didn't lose unjustly." Han Qiu finally sighed and said, "The plans of kings and princes are unpredictable by the world."
Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered something again, and his eyes burst into light, "Such a ghostly book that is difficult to distinguish between ghosts and gods has never been heard of in the world. It seems that it is contained in "Wu'an Jun's Art of War"?"
I lost it!
Feng Junhou, who was finally able to show off his composure in front of Han Qiu, choked on the spot.
This old guy, even when he is about to die, still remembers the art of war of his ancestors?
But Feng Yong thought that he still had something to ask him. Seeing the old man's appearance, it was obvious that Ping Kong's fabricated art of war was more important than his life.
I guess I have to let him get his thoughts straight before he dies, otherwise it won't be easy to ask him questions later.
Forget it, just think of it as a good person.
Thinking of this, Feng Yong nodded: "That's right, but I improved it a lot and added unique symbols."
Sure enough, Han Qiu slapped the case and exclaimed: "So that's it."
Then he sighed again: "I just wish I couldn't hear the wonders of "Wu'an Jun's Art of War"."
That's enough, old man!
Don't push yourself too far, I've tolerated you for a long time!
Feng Yong took a deep breath: "If you are prepared for Zhou, you will be careless; if you are familiar with it, you will not doubt it. Yin and Yang..., well, Yin, Yin, Yin and Yang are in conflict with each other and create each other!"
Han Qiu suddenly burst into glory and cheered: "I know the saying 'yin and yang are in conflict with each other and create each other'."
"This sentence is exactly what happened in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" when Commander Qu of Xirong did not understand "Wu'anjun's Art of War", so he pressed Mrs. Huang for questioning."
I still have Ouyang Feng!
Feng Yong wiped his cold sweat and said to himself that fortunately I had learned the Thirty-Six Strategies and could barely read half a sentence.
As for the second half of the sentence, Huang Rong was deeply impressed by Ouyang Feng's fooling around while watching TV.
"It turns out that The Legend of the Condor Heroes has hidden the most important sentence."
Han Qiu murmured and repeated, nodding repeatedly, "It makes sense, it makes sense! A common official document contains military information unknown to outsiders."
"If you see it often, you don't doubt it. If it happens often, you don't doubt it. The king really has mastered the art of war."
After saying that, he looked at Feng Yong with admiration.
Feng Tuchel was afraid that he would ask further questions, so he quickly said: "Mr. Han, if you have no more doubts, can you tell me what you want to tell me about Liangzhou?"