Wang Bo was completely unaware of the danger at hand. Since he proposed the strategy of dividing his troops, his prestige among the coalition forces has reached a new high. Not only did the several village leaders who accompanied him follow his lead in everything,
, even the big and small bosses who had never known his name before looked at him from an upward angle.
"Chishiro is a man who really understands military strategy. He is much better than Gao Shida!" The bandits who looted between Sushui and Mudaogou praised each other. Although they have not captured Suichang City so far, they have only cleared various settlements.
The belongings left behind by the people when they hurriedly evacuated have already made the minions smile. The yellow pear wood table, the pots and tripods made of pig iron, the wooden picks with lead embedded in the edges, and the pottery jars and jars
, baskets made of bamboo strips, as long as they can be moved, the gangsters will never let go. Occasionally, if they are lucky enough to invade a village that has not had time to evacuate, the gangsters will burst into laughter. For a few pigs,
A donkey or a quilt, they fought with each other and even drew swords at each other.
We can't blame everyone for their shallow eyes. In recent years, Pingyuan, Qinghe and other places have been repeatedly sorted out by several village owners, and not even a thorn is left among the people. Although the people near Suichang City are also very poor, they are relatively poor compared to the turbulent ones.
Almost every household in Pingyuan and Qinghe can be considered a rare wealthy household. The crude things they discarded when fleeing for their lives are already exquisite and refined that the bandits have not seen for many years. However, as a result, the army moves faster and faster.
Slowness. Wang Bo, the head of the family, once personally saw many cavalrymen putting looted furniture on the backs of animals and walking forward holding the reins.
The more harvest outside the city, the greater the expectations of the coalition soldiers for the city. They have enough reasons to believe that the city of Sui Chang, which has not been burned by war and has benefited from farming early, is a big gold mine. The desire to get rich is so strong
, it even burned to the point that the village owners could not see the two-foot-seven-foot-high city wall in front of them.
The only thing that is somewhat regrettable is that the morale of the defenders is as high as that of the attackers. The people of Suichang, who have experienced the painful life of displacement, will never let the harvest they dig out of the soil easily after getting up early all year long.
They were snatched away by the bandits. They hardly needed to be mobilized by the county captain, and they went up to the city wall in groups to fight with the county soldiers. They either fought bloody battles to survive, or watched helplessly as the bandits entered the city, insulted their wives, and robbed a family.
Men know how to choose the food they need to survive the winter when there is no other way out.
After several days of continuous siege with no results, Sun Xuanya, who was almost as powerful as Wang Bo, lost his temper. He suggested that everyone give up Sui Chang for the time being and attack Xinle and Yifeng on the other side of the Sushui River.
The county seat is not far from Suichang, and there are many farming sites around the city that were newly opened last year. Even if everyone still cannot capture the city, they can still grab a lot of baggage outside the city.
"I've seen Xinle City across the river, and it's nowhere near as tall as the Sui Chang City. There are a lot of farmland nearby, and the city should be just as wealthy!" Sun said in awe at the village owners who wanted to make a fortune.
Xuanya whispered her opinion in a low voice. "We have already lost thousands of brothers under Suichang City in the past few days. If we continue to attack the city, the gain will outweigh the losses!"
"No!" Before everyone could think about it, Wang Bo categorically rejected Sun Xuanya's suggestion, "We can't cross the Sushui River under any circumstances. The man named Li has the majority of cavalry. After crossing the Sushui River, there will be nothing between us and him.
There is no barrier. Once he leads his troops and rushes forward, it will be too late for everyone to escape!"
"Come over here and let's fight him to the death. Anyway, the reason we went north this time is to fight him to the death. Only a mule or a horse can tell. I don't believe that the man named Li has three heads and six arms!" Liu Chunsheng, the head of Zaolin Village
His debut was short, but he still had a bit of blood in his bones. He couldn't stand Wang Bo's timid style of doing things, so he jumped out and refuted loudly.
"Master Liu thinks he is a thousand-mile horse?" Wang Bo sneered, and his words were aggressive. "Do you know the result of Zhang Jin becoming the master? Two hundred thousand soldiers and horses were all lost in one encounter.
Even now, you still haven’t regained your strength! Even though you have many soldiers and horses in Zaolin Village, can you still be stronger than Master Zhang’s family back then? You are overestimating your capabilities!"
"Then, you still propose that the Gao Da family divide their troops? We have more troops and we can't defeat them. Wouldn't it be more dangerous if we divide them?!" Liu Chunsheng turned purple when Wang Bo choked, and he held his neck and asked.
"Tsk! Do you understand that we are going to attack with troops?" Wang Bo snorted a sneer from his nostrils and curled his lips in reply. "Our troops are not just for hunting grass and valleys. We mobilized the Boling Army here.
This is our primary goal. But while mobilizing others, we must first protect ourselves. Therefore, we must not cross the Sishui River. Even if we cannot defeat Sui Chang, we cannot send a single soldier across the river!"
Liu Chunsheng was speechless and retreated awkwardly. He had never read a book and did not understand what it means to attack with an army. But from Wang Bo's words, he clearly heard that the other party did not have the courage to contact Boling's army at all.
The reason why they were just trying to escape was to have enough time to escape, not to mobilize the enemy.
"It is said that people surnamed Li are very defensive!" Some village leaders whispered in private, "We came to Hejian to save Mr. Zhao, and now Mr. Zhao is dead..." This person was a little afraid that everyone would fight with the Boling Army this time.
If the grudge is too deep, the other party will come looking for revenge in the future.
"That's it, just give up when you feel like it, don't push the person named Li too hard!" Someone muttered in a trembling voice.
"We will continue to attack for two more days. If we can't capture it, we will return the way we came. Tell the brothers that after the city is broken, they can take whatever they want and women. The village leaders will not stop!" Seeing that his morale was a little shaken, Wang Bo cleared his throat.
Loud orders.
Bandits have bandits' rules. Even if they are a bandit with only a hundred or ten people, the status of the leader is absolutely transcendent. Every time there is a harvest, the best treasures and the most beautiful women must be dedicated to the leader. Even if others take credit,
No matter how old you are, you are not qualified to choose first. Wang Bo's order is like giving antler soup to all the minions, allowing them to see countless gold, silver and beautiful women, and they all screamed with excitement.
"Come in, women can come in and take things as you please!" Shouting slogans, the bandits launched round after round of attacks on Suichang City.
"If you don't tap, whoever gets it will get it." Sun Xuanya, Liu Chunsheng and others personally supervised the battle behind the team, shouting at the top of their lungs.
Countless minions fell from the ladder with fantasies, and countless minions climbed up the ladder with fantasies again. Jewels, copper coins, and women were just behind the city wall, almost within reach, but yet so far away.
"The people inside can't hold it anymore, everyone, try harder!" Wang Bo picked up his old hammer and beat the war drum himself.
"Goo, boom, boom..." The continuous sound of drums was like thunder, rolling far away from the sky. Tomoyo Wangbo's arms opened and closed wide in the air, waving grievances and unwillingness with every move.
He was a disciple of a saint who was well-read in poetry, and he shouldn't have been associated with these bandits. If it hadn't been for the imperial court's conquest of Goguryeo, he could have even gone to the capital to take the exam and become famous in one fell swoop. But the damn Eastern Expedition disrupted everything.
, the imperial examination, the only opportunity left for poor students to get ahead, came to an abrupt halt because of the Eastern Expedition. At the same time, a helper from the county personally delivered a piece of military documents to his home.
It was a war that was destined to be unwinnable. Wang Bo couldn't just jump into the trap knowing that he would never return. He rebelled and led dozens of fellow villagers who were also unwilling to die to Changbai Mountain. He became famous.
, not because of passing the scientific examination, but because of the song "Wandering to Liaodong to Death!"
It can be said that the current turbulent situation in the world is all caused by him. And countless heroes have become famous. As the initiator, Wang Bo can only obey orders under others. This is unfair! Starting from the seventh year of the Great Cause
, everything that happened was unfair! God should not have allowed him to be born into a poor family, should not have allowed his name to appear in the military book, should not have allowed him to meet Zhang Xutuo, and should not have allowed him to retreat to Hebei to survive.
, his status in the world is not even as good as that of a rough guy like Gao Shida.
He had read the books of sages and was born to be taller than others. He would seize every opportunity to get back everything he deserved.
"Gu Long Long..." The more Wang Bo thought about it, the angrier he became, and the drum beat impassionedly. He had no intention of confronting Li Zhongjian. The opponent was Zhang Xutuo's direct disciple. Having fought against Zhang Xutuo, he knew how powerful it was.
. He just wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to go north to reestablish his prestige, use the fool Gao Shida to attract the enemy, and sneak into Suichang City to seize the grain that had just been stored in the city.
With this batch of food, he can recruit a large number of soldiers and make a comeback. With this unsuspicious victory, he can bring his reputation back to its former peak, surpassing Gao Shida and Ge Qian.
Then look for opportunities to surpass Zhai Rang and Li Mi.
As for whether Gao Shida, who is responsible for luring the enemy, will be in danger, that is not within the scope of Wang Bo's consideration at all. In his plan, as long as Suichang City is captured, the soldiers and horses of the West Route will immediately retreat to Raoyang with all the loot.
, and then regardless of Gao Shida's life or death, everyone retreated directly to Bohai County and re-opened a new foundation in the Yanshan area.
Li Xu attracted refugees to work in the fields. After he had food and fodder, he and Wang Bo could do it. Li Xu could train his men into elite soldiers. After he had the baggage and supplies, he and Wang Bo could do the same.
He should not be a bandit leader who is as panic-stricken as a lost dog. He can do everything that others can do. Troubled times have come, the Sui Dynasty has lost its deer, and everyone can chase it.
In this world, one can have the last name Yang, one can have the last name Li, one can also have the last name Wang!
"Grumbling…" The drums sounded like thunder, and the color of the heaven and earth changed!
The drum was beating loudly. It was not as high-pitched as the war drum played by Wang Bo, but it was better than being neatly arranged. It was low and slow, like an ice spring flowing under the winter snow, or like the slow motion behind the thick fog.
The sunlight slowly filtered through, and through the sounds of fighting all over the sky, from far to near, from blur to clear, almost in an instant, the breath of everyone above and below the city was stagnant.
"Who is playing the drum, who asked him to do it!" Wang Bo stopped the drum hammer and shouted sternly. The sound of the drum is military music, and it must not be touched unless ordered by the general. He will never allow anyone to play on this road.
Challenging his authority. No one needed to answer. He immediately understood that this drum definitely did not come from his own formation. The village masters and castle masters under his command were all rough men, and they would never have the ability to hit such a neat and powerful drum.
Penetrating martial music.
The answer was ready to come out. The attackers below the city forgot to continue climbing, and the defenders above the city also forgot to continue throwing rocks on the ladder. They all looked at the source of the drum sound, and invariably widened their eyes and opened their mouths.
Unable to close.
At the junction of the sky and the earth in the west, there is a cloud of dust and smoke coming with the sound of drums. The upper part is dark yellow, blocking the sky and the sun. The lower part is light black, as neat as a surging water line. There are several
The small group of bandits who were on guard duty outside the battlefield were unable to escape and were instantly swallowed up by the "flood" without even a single wave splashing.
"Grumbling…" The sound of the drum was still like bursts of spring thunder, rolling across the ground. Wang Bo's face turned livid in an instant. He didn't understand where the enemy came from, and he arranged it in Sushui.
There are so many scouts on the shore, why can't any of them return to the Chinese army in time to report the news of the enemy's approach? But these are no longer important. The black line that is getting closer and closer has revealed its cold bright edge. It is not water, it is water.
The cold light reflected by the three-foot-long front.
"Boling"
"plum"
Big black characters flutter on the red battle flag, like blue dragons coming through the sky. (To be continued)
