Around noon on August 23, Jiejiao's army marched fiercely in the west, north and south suburbs of Luocheng.
Seeing this, Wu Ji, Zhai Huang, and Lu Zhan, the generals guarding the three city walls in the west, north, and south, quickly reported the enemy's information to their commanders and reported it to Su Wang Zhao Hongrun.
After hearing this, Zhao Hongrun felt a little puzzled.
You must know that under normal circumstances, siege battles will be carried out during the day, or to be precise in the morning, because in this way, the siege party can have a better choice: wait until noon to siege the city, and if the battle situation is good, then
Then attack the city, and there will be a whole afternoon for the siege party to expand the results; otherwise, if the battle situation is not good, the troops will be withdrawn at noon, return to the camp to bury pots for cooking, and let the soldiers have a good rest for an afternoon, and then continue the attack tomorrow.
city.
This is a reasonable arrangement.
And if they choose to attack the city in the afternoon, then even if the siege party has made good progress throughout the afternoon, when it gets dark, they will lose the room to continue to expand their results. They can't fight at night, right?
In night battles, unless one is prepared and calculated but not prepared, the effect will be very bad due to the restriction of sight, far less than during the day.
But now, the time has passed, and there are only two hours left before dusk. However, the Jiejiao army is trying to attack the city with great force, which makes Zhao Hongrun feel very surprised.
From the looks of it, Jie Jiao seems to be in a hurry...
Waving his hand to signal the Shangshui sergeants who came to deliver the news, Zhao Hongrun glanced at Oona, who was sitting at the table with a confused look on her face. He had just been joking with this woman, and his amused interest gradually stopped.
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Is it because he sensed the shortage of food in the army? No...if that was the case, Jie Jiao wouldn't be so anxious. In other words...
Standing up slowly, Zhao Hongrun put on a luxurious purple brocade robe, tidied his hair, and then rarely hung the sword on the magatama around his waist.
It’s General Sima An!
Thinking of this, Zhao Hongrun's lips turned into a smile. He could almost conclude that the reason why Jiejiao came so eagerly to attack the city was probably because they had heard about the Dangshan army that was attacking their tribe from behind.
"Are you going to the Xicheng Tower?" Mi Jiang was sitting in the corner of the tent, drinking tea happily. She caught a glimpse of Zhao Hongrun's actions from the corner of her eye and asked casually.
"Well." Zhao Hongrun nodded and said seriously: "I am going to watch the battle and inspire our soldiers." After a pause, he said the reason: "This will be a fierce battle!"
After hearing this, Mi Jiang put down the tea cup in his hand, stood up, and said lightly: "I'll go with you."
She did not ask Zhao Hongrun what he meant, and her tone was calm as if she was stating an established fact.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Hongrun glanced at Mi Jiang and said nothing more, because he knew that this woman always had her own way of doing things, and even if he flatly refused at this moment, it would not help.
Therefore, he didn't bother to say anything more. He just turned around and told Oona to stay in the felt tent and wait for him to come back. She was not allowed to run around.
"(Liang language) I want to go too." Oona said.
"No! That's a battlefield, you can't go."
"(In Shen language) Why can she follow?" Oona asked complainingly, pointing at Mi Jiang.
In the past few days, because he had nothing to do, Zhao Hongrun taught Oona the Wei dialect, which is not the dialect of Daliang, but the language more commonly used in the Central Plains countries. Although Oona does not have the talent of photographic memory like Zhao Hongrun, she is quite good at it.
Because of her intelligence, she has gradually been able to understand the relatively simple common language of the Central Plains. Because of this, she was able to understand Mi Jiang's words.
After hearing this sentence, Zhao Hongrun was confused by the question.
Only then did he realize that Mi Jiang was also a woman, but since then, it had become a natural tacit understanding between him and Mi Jiang to let this woman accompany him in danger.
"(In Shen language) Because she... is more powerful than most men!"
"(In the language of the Yi people) powerful?" Oona looked at Mi Jiang in confusion. She really couldn't figure out why this thin and tall Chu woman could be associated with powerful people. After all, in Sanchuan, there were only those strong tribes who were called warriors.
Only men can be called powerful.
Perhaps noticing the confusion in Oona's eyes, Zhao Hongrun suppressed a laugh and lowered his voice to explain in the Aoi language: "Don't look at her thinness, she is all muscle... Even her bones are full of muscles."
When Oona heard this, her face showed an astonishing exclamation.
Zhao Hongrun suppressed his laughter and was about to leave the felt tent, but when he turned his head, he saw Mi Jiang looking at him coldly, and he couldn't help but feel stunned.
You just have meat on your bones!... Damn dwarf!
Mi Jiang glanced at Zhao Hongrun coldly and left the felt tent silently.
She did not ask Zhao Hongrun, because she was listening while the latter was teaching Unawei Mandarin, so now she is gradually able to understand some Aoi dialect.
"..."
Perhaps he noticed something, Zhao Hongrun scratched his face in embarrassment, and then stepped out of the felt tent.
After walking out of the tent and instructing King Su's guards to stand guard near the tent, Zhao Hongrun took Mi Jiang and the Zong guards and went straight to the west city wall. After all, judging from the distribution of Jiejiao people's troops outside the city, the west wall was still the most important part of today's attack.
The main battlefield of urban warfare.
When Zhao Hongrun stepped up to the west city tower, the Jiejiao people in the western suburbs outside the city were arranging their troops. Perhaps more accurately, they were deciding which Jiejiao slave soldiers would die in order.
However, Zhao Hongrun frowned after just glancing outside the city wall, because he discovered that the Jiejiao slave soldiers in the western suburbs outside the city were actually carrying ladders about two feet high today. They were densely packed and roughly
At first glance, there were hundreds of them.
The walls of Luocheng... are still too short after all.
Zhao Hongrun secretly shook his head.
You know, ladders are very easy to build. What is difficult is a ladder that is several feet long. Unfortunately, for the low walls of Luocheng, the Jiejiao people asked their slaves to build some ladders.
"His Royal Highness King Su!"
"His Royal Highness Su is here!"
When Zhao Hongrun came to the city gate tower, Wu Ji was explaining their respective tasks to generals such as Yi Jia, Ran Teng, Xu Jiong, Gu Tao, Zhang Ming, Tang Wai, and Gu He. After all, the latter two thousand people would
The generals with thousands of troops are the generals who directly command the soldiers on the front line. Therefore, it is necessary for Wu Ji to reach the same command ideology with them.
"His Royal Highness King Su!"
As Zhao Hongrun entered the city gate tower, upon noticing this, we all immediately clasped our fists and saluted him.
"You guys continue, I just want to take a look at it." Zhao Hongrun waved his hand and asked Wu Ji to continue explaining the task.
After hearing this, Wu Ji smiled and said: "Actually, what should be said has been emphasized repeatedly by the last general, and all the generals have also remembered it. It's just... for the sake of caution, I just gave a few more words."
Zhao Hongrun glanced at Wu Ji's unnatural smile, nodded without saying anything, changed the subject and asked: "How is the deployment place?"
"There shouldn't be any problem, it's just..." Wu Ji hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice: "It would be great if His Highness could borrow some generals from the Yanling Army when he summons our Shangshui Army..."
The Yanling Army he was referring to was the Yanling Army led by Qu Cheng, a former aristocrat of the Chu State who also surrendered to the Chu State.
Compared with the Shangshui Army, which had a serious lack of general command system, Qu Cheng's Yanling Army was full of talents, such as Qu Cheng, Yan Mo, Zuo Xunxi, Hua Yu, Gong Ye Sheng, Zuo Qiu Mu and other generals. He was the leading general under the former Yangcheng Lord Xiong Tuo and Pingyu Lord Xiong Hu. His original position was either three thousand generals or two thousand generals. If Zhao Hongrun had summoned several generals before, Wu Ji would obviously have to shoulder a heavy burden. Much easier.
Not confident...
Zhao Hongrun glanced at Wu Ji calmly, as if he could see through all the worries in the latter's heart.
It's no wonder, after all, although Wu Ji has extraordinary personal strength, he is too young, and he was a thousand-man general fighting directly on the front line. He is the kind of general who takes the lead. Suddenly he was transformed into a commanding general who has overall planning and strategizing. , Wu Ji may not be used to it and may feel unconfident, which is also human nature.
No, after the generals returned to their respective posts, Wu Ji looked hesitant and whispered to Zhao Hongrun: "Your Highness, how about you still command this battle?"
"Why?" Zhao Hongrun glanced at Wu Ji, walked to the hall downstairs from the city gate, shook the broad sleeves of his brocade robe, and then sat on the main seat.
"Why..." Wu Ji followed and said with a wry smile: "This battle is of great importance. I am worried that if something goes wrong... I will not be able to escape the blame."
Zhao Hongrun looked directly at Wu Ji and remained silent for a while.
To be fair, he has always tended to personally direct the war. After all, if he still suffered a defeat despite his personal command, he would be willing to admit it even if he was unwilling to do so. But if the defeat was due to the mistakes of others, I believe that He couldn't accept it calmly.
It is Zhao Hongrun's belief that he can decide his own destiny by himself.
However, the division of troops between the Dangshan Army and the Chenggao Army a few days ago made him realize a truth firsthand: in a large-scale battle, he alone cannot cover all the battles. There must be several people. Generals who can take charge on their own can help share the burden.
For example, when the Dangshan Army made a surprise attack on the Jijiao people's tribal camp, it was undeniable that Zhao Hongrun could do this, but the problem was that he was only one person and had no time to spare. If he led the Dangshan army to make a surprise attack on the Jijiao people's tribal camp, then What should I do here in Luocheng?
No matter what, there are always some things that he cannot take care of, and these things are probably not a few.
Right now, we are only at war with the Jiejiao tribe, but what if a war breaks out with South Korea in the future? It will most likely be a large-scale national battle covering Hedong, Shangdang, Nanyan and other places. How many battlefields will appear by then? Can he, Zhao Hongrun, personally command all battles?
It's simply impossible!
Therefore, promoting and cultivating some potential confidant generals and training them to be able to command one side like Sima An, Baili Ba, Zhu Hai, and Xu Yin will definitely be beneficial to Wei's future foreign wars.
Thinking of this, Zhao Hongrun said sternly to Wu Ji: "Wu Ji, I let you command the war because I think you have this ability... If you don't believe in yourself, then believe in me!... Go ahead, Take good command and make me convinced that I did not make the wrong decision."
"..." Wu Ji was moved when he heard this.
"Woo-wu-wu-wu-"
At this time, a rapid flute sound sounded from the Jiejiao Army in the western suburbs outside the city. Wu Ji could be seen hugging his fists heavily towards Zhao Hongrun, then suddenly turned around, strode towards the wall stack, and raised his right arm high.