"It's enough to feed the captives half-full. It doesn't cost much food and grass." Jia Yan glanced at Mang Mao, wondering why Mang Mao had been struggling with the issue of food and grass.
The three armies of Zhao, Wei and Han had agreed before that the grain and grass would be managed uniformly by the Zhao army. South Korea and Wei would just transport grain according to their previous shares, and the balance would be made up by Zhao.
Whatever the Zhao army eats, the Korean and Wei armies will eat whatever they eat. Even if it is not enough, it is Zhao's business and there is no need for Mang Mao to worry about it.
And Mang Mao doesn't seem like someone who would worry about Zhao Guo.
Although the three countries are allies, they are also in a competitive relationship. What Mangmao would rather see is that after the three Jins join forces to defeat the Qin State, the Zhao State is out of food and grass and retreats back to the country. Rather than having sufficient food and grass and a strong national power.
This is not a good thing for Wei and Han.
Mang Mao put his hands on his knees, lowered his head, and frowned slightly. Zhao Guo's logistics supplies were so strong. It seemed that there could only be other reasons!
Fortunately, Le Cheng had been drunk by him and Bao Luan and would not wake up for a while. Jia Yan, like him, had a blood feud with the Qin State, so he was still certain to convince Jia Yan.
"That's good!" Mang Mao raised his head, let out a long breath, and said with a smile, "You don't know, I have been worried about the food and grass problem these days. The food and grass that your Zhao army uses in one month is enough for us to eat for several months.
Every time I see them, I feel panicked, for fear that I will run out of food and grass. The soldiers also asked me if I would go back to the old food after the battle."
The soldiers of the three Jin Dynasties get along very harmoniously these days. Zhao Jun shows off in front of Wei Jun and Han Jun every day, and his vanity is greatly satisfied.
Wei Jun and Han Jun even worshiped Zhao Jun as the God of Wealth. After all, without Zhao Jun, they would not have the same treatment as they do now.
In addition, the three countries have the same origin, so the differences in language and culture are very small, so there is no difficulty in communication. Moreover, Qin is a great enemy, so they all treat each other as one of their own.
"Tell the soldiers that as long as I, Zhao Jun, are still here, there will be no problem with food and grass." Jia Yan said.
"The soldiers will be very happy when they find out. Having said that, such logistics is still of great benefit. Even if they march for seven or eight hours every day, the soldiers have no complaints and no one is left behind. During the battle with the Qin army
At this time, no one retreated, and this was how we were able to defeat the Qin army." Mang Mao said.
"Yes, in the past we always judged strength by the number of the army, thinking that the more soldiers the better. But we forgot that it's not the number of soldiers but the quality of them. But the disadvantage is that trying to train a real elite consumes too much food.
They even have to provide meat. The consumption of marching and fighting has doubled. But fortunately, we are not responsible for the food and grass issue. The Prime Minister will prepare it. We only need to train troops, fight and win the war." Jia Yan nodded.
He nodded, agreeing very much with what Mang Mao said.
In the past, when fighting a war, in addition to taking care of the food, grass and soldiers in the army, you also had to take care of the food, grass and soldiers in the rear. The king said you should end the battle in a certain number of days, so you could only end the battle in a certain number of days. If you exceeded the time, you would have no food.
It’s not that the monarch doesn’t give it to you, it’s that there is really no food!
The reality is so cruel.
Fighting now is much happier than before. The food and grass are full, the soldiers and armor are full, and all the logistics are full. You only need to be responsible for fighting the war, and you don't have to worry about anything in the rear.
If he couldn't win this battle, Jia Yan himself would not have the shame to go back.
"Yes, fight and win the war! It is easier said than done! Looking back, since the defeat in the Battle of Huayang, I have not led troops to fight in nearly twenty years. To this day, those soldiers
The voice and appearance still echo in my mind, I, Mang Mao, can't help them." Mang Mao sighed deeply, covered his face with his hands, and his tall body trembled slightly.
Jia Yan didn't speak and Mang Mao didn't forget. How could he forget.
But that man was too powerful, so powerful that he couldn't even think of a confrontation.
Revenge has become a luxury!
"This is all over." Jia Yan stood up, walked to Mang Mao, patted Mang Mao on the shoulder, and consoled him.
"It's over? You said it's over? Ask the soldiers who died in the battle, do they agree? Ask the parents who lost their sons, do they agree? Ask the hundreds of people who were slaughtered.
Surname, the bullied woman, will they agree?"
Mang Mao suddenly raised his head and knocked Jia Yan to the ground with one punch. His blood-red eyes stared at Jia Yan with a gnawing gaze.
"It's been almost twenty years, what can I do if I don't go there?" Jia Yan raised his head and looked at Mang Mao.
"Have you forgotten the 30,000 Zhao Jun who drowned in the Yellow River? Have you forgotten how desperately they looked at you? Have you forgotten the resentment in their hearts towards you? It was your incompetence that caused the Zhao Jun
He died a tragic death. But now you are saying that it is over. What qualifications do you, a person who is still alive, have to say that he is over it for the dead?"
"For twenty years, I have closed my eyes every day, and all I see are their angry eyes staring at me. One hundred and twenty thousand Wei troops, one hundred and twenty thousand Wei troops! They are complaining about my incompetence, complaining about my cowardice, and complaining that I have not been able to fight until now.
There was no revenge for them."
Mang Mao was already over fifty years old, but at this moment he was like a child, holding his head in his hands, fingers in his sparse pale hair, kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly.
"Bai Qi is too powerful, we are no match." Jia Yan shook his head.
Every time he recalled the Battle of Huayang, Jia Yan felt more and more terrible about Bai Qi, so terrible that it was impossible to defeat him.
"We are not Bai Qi's opponents, but not every Qin person is as powerful as Bai Qi. When they massacred my three Jins, no Qin person was innocent." Mang Mao slowly stood up, a murderous aura coming from his body.
Emitted, straight into the sky.
Jia Yan looked at the terrifying murderous aura emanating from Mang Mao's body and was so shocked that he could not speak.
He had already guessed that Mang Mao was planning to do something that he wanted to do but didn't dare to do.
"I owe you a favor for this matter. You can pretend that you didn't see anything happen. I will bear all the responsibilities alone."
After saying that, Mang Mao turned around and walked out without looking back.
"Done?" Bao Luan saw Mang Mao and hurriedly came over to greet him.
"It's done." Mang Mao shook the seal that passed from Jia Yan's waist.
Although Jia Yan did not express his position, he was able to successfully touch the seal just now, which shows that Jia Yan has acquiesced.
Otherwise, with Jia Yan's strength, he would be able to notice someone approaching him even if he was asleep, let alone take something away.
"Okay." Bao Luan clenched his fists and said excitedly, "The soldiers will be very happy when they find out."
"Yes, in our two countries, Han and Wei, which family has no relatives who died at the hands of the Qin people? This blood feud can only be washed away with blood." Mang Mao looked at the west and suddenly smiled, "It's a pity that the number of people killed is a little too small. It will be indispensable for future generations.
Being scolded. If we kill a million people, I’m afraid there won’t even be scoldings in future generations.”