The so-called business refers to the current situation, military situation, how to give early warning, and how to respond.
What is about to come is a fierce and fierce battle related to the national destiny of the two countries, rather than a small-scale conflict. At this time, both sides are holding back their strength.
If it hadn't been for the heavy snow that closed the mountains in winter, this war might have started long ago.
Although the operation has not started yet due to the weather, the tense atmosphere has reached its limit! The Ming army braved the heavy snow and was busy building up its military and mobilizing reinforcements. Dorgon's side seemed to be standing still, but in fact he was also holding back his troops.
trick.
Judging from the preparations of both sides, the Ming army had no advantage in either offense or defense. The main reason was that there were too few troops on the front line, the battle line was too long, and it was too far away from the main force in the rear.
It can be said that the Qing army had an absolute advantage in terms of combat strength, combat readiness, and geographical location.
Therefore, the generals of the Ming army felt that guarding Tashan Fort was a very difficult task at first.
At this time, Chang Yu and others proposed to use defense as offense.
And timely pointed out the most vulnerable point of the Qing army, that is, they were too cautious and too reserved!
No matter how much absolute advantage the Qing army has, if the tactics are too conservative and cautious, there will be too many loopholes to exploit. On the contrary, the Ming army is much more casual and can use various tactics in various ways.
When you come to play, the more you play cards unconventionally, the more chaotic and cautious your opponent will be, and you will always be led by the nose.
In order not to put too much pressure on his subordinates, Chang Yu casually said that the worst case scenario would be to return to Ningyuan and start over again.
The generals were really relieved, but they also knew that these words could not be spread outside. You can know that there is a way out, but you can't let the soldiers know, so as not to disturb the morale of the troops and vent their fighting spirit.
It was late at night, and the commander Nei Changyu and the generals were warming themselves over the fire. Sometimes they were drawing on the map, and sometimes they were standing next to the sand table and meditating. In the bedroom next door, Wuzhong was gritting his teeth in pain from his wounds, and sometimes he was scolding Tatars and sometimes he was scolding Chang Yu.
Su Jing took the porridge and fed him a few mouthfuls, then she became impatient: "Your ability is shown by scolding the heavens and the earth. You are not afraid of death but you are afraid of pain." Wuzhong snorted: "I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid of pain."
, you have to scold me when it hurts, why?"
Su Jing ignored him and turned around and went into the inner room: "You can eat it by yourself if you can. Why should I feed you? I'm not a relative, and I don't owe you anything."
"I care about your feeding. I asked you to make a bowl of mutton soup, but you made a bowl of thin porridge..." Before Wu Zhong could finish his words, Su Jing turned around and glared at him: "You don't know that drinking mutton soup can cause wounds."
Yeah, you still don’t think you’ve suffered enough.”
"There is something good that won't hurt wounds. I asked you to ask for it, but you brought me a bowl of sheep blood to fool me..." When Wu Zhong said this, Su Jing became angry: "What are you yelling at me? I
If he doesn't pay you what I owe you, how can I still stab him and bleed you?"
"Hmph, this bitch, repay kindness with hatred, I..."
"Shut up," Sujing scolded him: "I only know how to yell mindlessly. Not to mention that I don't know if his blood is useful. You have never thought that if it really has that magical effect, what will it do to him to be yelled out like this by you?"
Is that a good thing?"
"I don't have either..." Wu Zhong was about to yell again, but suddenly the door opened a crack, and a god with a head came in. He looked around with two eyes, raised a plain brow, grabbed a knife from the table and pointed it at the man.
One finger: "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
She knew all the guards around Chang Yu. He was very unfamiliar, but he was wearing a Ningyuan military uniform. Her previous experience made her suspect that this person had any agenda. After all, the soldiers in Tashan Fort knew that there was a monk living here.
In this room, Chang Yu and a group of generals are having a meeting at the headquarters, and the personal guards are also there. If you want to plot something evil, this meeting is indeed a good time.
Unexpectedly, that head just glanced at Su Jing, and then his eyes fell on Wu Zhong lying in the corner: "But the one named Wu Wandao?"
Wu Zhong was startled, stood up and looked towards the door with squinted eyes, and asked with confusion on his face: "Who are you?"
"Hey, it's really you, old boy." The man said as he opened the door and came in. He was of medium height and quite burly. Just as he was about to walk towards Wuzhong, a plain knife was already placed on his neck.
Farewell, farewell, it's an old friend, there is no harm. The man stretched out his hands, smiled at Sujing, and then looked at Wuzhong: "We haven't seen each other for several years, how come we have experienced such vicissitudes? I am your father. I recognize you."
Aren’t you going to come out?”
Wu Zhong was startled, and was about to get angry when his eyes suddenly froze: "It's you, you bitch, you're not dead yet!"
"Look how this great boy is talking. You're not dead yet. How could dad die? Oh, I heard you almost died." He walked over to Wuzhong and looked at him: "I'm such a good boy, why are you so seriously injured!"
It seems that he really broke into the Tatar den."
"Fuck you ancestor, you took advantage of me. If I were not injured, I would beat you up." Wuzhong couldn't help laughing and scolding. He pulled the wound and couldn't help frowning, "How could you, an old boy who kills with a thousand swords, do this?"
Here you see him in a military uniform: "He actually joined the army!"
"It's a long story." The man laughed, turned to look at Su Jing, and then looked back: "Ten years have passed by so fast. I didn't expect to meet an old friend here. How sad!"
Su Jing saw that the two of them knew each other, so she left the knife on the table and turned around and entered the back room.
"It's been almost ten years." Wu Zhong lay down and looked at the roof and took a long breath: "For so many years, you disappeared from the world. I thought you died in the wilderness feeding dogs, but you didn't want to, but you are still alive." He turned his head.
Looking at the man, I saw that he was unshaven and had a downcast look on his face: "He still looks like the same bear. He has been in the army for several years, but he has become a different person."
The man laughed and said, "It's true that he still looks like a bear. Don't you know that I just want to be at ease? I don't care about fame, fortune or anything like that."
Wuzhong curled his lips: "It's just that you ask for it but you don't get it."
"Hey, you're just exposing someone's shortcomings." The man's face darkened, and then he smiled again: "Aren't you still like this? You killed people in the arena and made a living, and now you are hiding in the palace to defend others from knives.
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Wu Zhong sighed: "Perhaps, this is the fate of people like us. We can't escape, and we don't want to escape. By the way, how did you know that I am here?"
While he was talking, there was a noise at the door. Monk Fan pushed the door open and came in. He saw a stranger beside Wuzhong's bed. He raised his brows and before he spoke, Wuzhong said: "An old friend is visiting." Then he said to the stranger: "This is the early days."
I met the monk in the martial arts world, and when I met him a few days ago, I also joined Dongchang."
The man glanced at Monk Fan and raised his hands: "Is it from Wu Zang?"
Wuzhong hummed. Monk Fan didn't like to talk or socialize, so he sat down at the table and picked up a bowl of water to drink.
The man turned around and continued: "When I was in Ningyuan a few days ago, I saw you once and felt familiar. However, we didn't dare to recognize the big man when he was there. Later, we didn't have the chance to bump into you until just now.
The soldiers in the barracks heard about the big man who broke into Jinzhou City to assassinate Dorgon alone, and also said that a personal guard named Dao Sheng beside him was seriously injured. Hey, as soon as I heard that Dao Sheng, isn't it you, I came here
Take a look... Hey, it's really you. Hey, tell me how you got involved in Dongchang?"
Hey, Wuzhong grinned and waved his hand: "It's a long story, but I'm more curious about how you joined the army and got into the Ningyuan army. Hey, during the Ningyuan war more than a year ago, I also stayed in Ningyuan for a long time. Why didn't I...
met you"
The man also grinned: "I was in Shenyang at that time."
Wuzhong was startled and raised his brows: "Did you join the ancestors and join the Tatars?"