Chapter 312 The alliance under the city has changed
Write a poem in exchange for retiring from the army?
Su Lu glanced at the document sent by Tang Jun and threw it aside.
How is it possible? No one in their right mind can believe that Tang Jun would propose such peace terms.
Peace can be achieved by writing poems. The Tang army who attacked the city died in vain, the Xuanjia army who rushed into battle died in vain, and the Tang army in the Erdaogang camp was captured in vain.
Zhou Yuan, who was next to him, glanced at Tang Jun's book and asked curiously: "Commander Commander, what conditions did Tang Jun propose?"
"Write a poem and negotiate peace with us."
Zhou Yuanao sighed, but there was no further explanation. How could it be possible? Only a fool would believe such peace terms. This must be Tang Jun deceiving us.
"Commander Commander, if we continue to fight, our food and fodder will only last for five days."
Zhou Yuan looked at Su Lu and reported.
The only grain and grass that the commander-in-chief had personally went to the Tang Army's Erdaogang camp to rob. Anton and Xiting failed to deliver the grain and grass. Zhou Yuan felt that he had a heavy responsibility and could not hold his head high.
Hearing this, Su Lu put down the book in his hand and frowned slightly, "Can you still last for five days?"
"Then we can no longer waste time with the Tang army. Send an order for the scout captain Lao He to come see us. It has been five days and the task I gave him should be completed."
Not long after, Lao He was called in, accompanied by Wang Si and Li Kun.
"Old He, how are you? Have you found out about the Tang Army's food routes and baggage?"
Lao He looked tired. These days, he led his brothers from the scout battalion to attack everywhere, and finally figured out the food route of the Tang army.
Opening the defense map, Lao He pointed at the map and said: "Commander Commander, please look, this is the camp of the Tang Army, and this is the Xunyang River. The Tang Army's heavy supply camp comes from Pengan City, goes down the Xunyang River, passes through Julong, and Wangjia Town.
, disembark at Yilong Camp, take the land route, and arrive at Shangshan Camp."
Wang Si's broomstick raised his eyebrows: "Damn it, Xie Ruyu has protected his food supply so well that we have absolutely no chance to make a move."
Li Kun crossed his arms, his face full of doubts: "In the past few days of our battle with the Tang Army, the Tang Army must have consumed a lot of money, so why not..."
"Report, General Wei Huzhu of the Tang Army asked for an audience."
A messenger came in and said.
Su Lu was stunned for a moment. Wei Huzi asked to see him. There was a war between Han and Tang Dynasties. What was this grandson doing here?
Does Tang Jun really want to negotiate peace?
Su Lu glanced at the letter on the ground and couldn't believe it. It was too childish to negotiate peace with just one poem.
"Call in."
Su Lu ordered.
When Wei Huzi entered the Shangshan County Yamen, it was already noon, and the gang leader army was clearing away the pots and pans, and the smell of the food in the yard had not yet dissipated.
After walking along the corridor and entering the courtyard, Wei Huzi saw the Shangshan County Government Hall with its mahogany carved door wide open. A group of guardsmen in bright uniforms stood guard outside the door with swords and guns. Inside the door, people stood or sat.
There are several generals and lieutenants wearing scarlet robes and green robes.
Entering the lobby, Wei Huzi clasped his fists in front of his chest and saluted: "Wei Huzi has seen the Commander-in-Chief."
Su Lu nodded and motioned to the guards to look at their seats.
"General Wei is not resting in his own camp, so why come to Shangshan?"
Wei Huzi chuckled: "It's not like we have been fighting for so many days. My family felt that it was difficult for our sergeants to have children and raised them, and wanted to negotiate a peace with the Commander-in-Chief. I wrote a letter before, but the Commander-in-Chief did not respond, so he sent me here again.
"
Zhou Yuan next to him spoke: "Do you really want to negotiate a peace?"
Zhou Yuan was so surprised that he dropped the writing brush in his hand, and the military affairs booklet he had just copied was blackened and stained.
I have only heard of peace negotiations involving ceding territory, peace negotiations with compensation, peace negotiations with relatives, and peace negotiations with annual tribute.
Writing poems to discuss peace is really the first time I have ever heard of it.
Wei Huzi sat upright and said firmly: "Of course it is a real peace negotiation. Is there anything false about this matter?"
"As long as my commander-in-chief writes a poem to you, can I negotiate peace?"
Zhou Yuan's eyes almost fell out of his surprise. Damn, his eyes were really opened.
Wei Huzi nodded heavily: "Yes, you can negotiate peace by writing a poem."
At this point, Wei Huzi's expression suddenly changed, and he said with a flattering smile: "If you can't do one song, you have to write several more copies, otherwise there will be uneven distribution in the court, and there will be more twists and turns in this matter."
Wang Si opened his mouth at the side: "So many people died in your Tang army, and the corpses are almost piled up at the base of the city wall, so let's forget it?"
Wei Huzi glanced at Wang Si angrily: "What can I do? Continue to fight with you?"
Wang Si waved his hands repeatedly: "That's not what I meant, it's just that the terms of your peace negotiation are a bit child's play, just like his mother's child's play."
Wei Huzi's face turned even darker: "I won't talk about this matter. If the Commander-in-Chief has any conditions, feel free to ask for them. I will tell you whether they are successful or not."
Su Lu waved his hand to Niba to bring him pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and said casually: "I will write a poem. If Xie Ruyu really wants to negotiate for peace, then negotiate for peace."
The pen moves like a dragon and a snake, and a poem is completed in one stroke.
Su Lu didn't want to fight. The Han army was out of food. It was embarrassing to tell the truth. Xiting was still under his control. He didn't even send a grain of food. Ma Cheng just sent a letter of apology and thought it was over. It was a dream.
Wei Huzhu jumped up and picked up the piece of rice paper, and looked at Su Lu flatteringly: "Commander Commander, write another one, just the same one, just write another one."
Su Lu wrote another one casually.
Wei Huzi put away the rice paper: "I have to write another one, Commander-in-Chief, this time there is a royal relative in the army, and he contributes everywhere. If he can't get the authentic work, this matter will definitely not work."
Su Lu frowned slightly, wrote another copy, and then threw away the pen.
Wei Huzi put it away when he was ready, dried the ink stains on it, put the three pieces of rice paper away smoothly, and walked out.
"Commander Commander, please wait and listen, our Tang army will begin to withdraw today."
"But there is one thing. You Han troops cannot cross the border again, otherwise it will be difficult for my family to explain to you in the three provinces."
Li Kun looked at Wei Huzi's back with a surprised look on his face: "Second brother, you really wrote it. This must be the real thing that Wei Huzi deceived you about. Is it true?"
Su Lu said nonchalantly: "What if Tang Jun is really obsessed with it and it really works."
Wang Si touched his head: "If it really happens, my Wang Si's head must be made of elm wood. This damn thing is too deceptive."
Su Lu looked at Wei Hu's back and thought of a possibility.
The Tang army had just been defeated by the Qin army, and the Sanchong Protectorate and Shangshan Protectorate must have insufficient reserves of food and supplies. If the Tang Dynasty had a war with Nanchu in the south, or had another dispute with the Eastern Qi, the central government would not be able to support it.
Three border battles.
It is still possible to find an excuse to negotiate peace.
Given Gao Lan's crazy temperament, it is not impossible to use a poem as a condition for peace talks.
Wei Huzi was riding on a horse, holding three volumes of authentic manuscripts in his hand, looking at them with a sad face.
Which one should I hide?
Mr. Xie explained that having a new poem is the bottom line, and it is best to write an authentic poem. The more the better.
"These two portions are mine."
Wei beard neatly placed the two originals separately. One was hidden in the pocket next to the saddle, one was placed close to his body, and the other was held in both hands.
"Sir, Sir Xie and General Gao are here to greet you in person."
The personal guard reminded Wei what Hu Hu had said.
With a smile on his face, Wei Huzi put his legs under the horse's belly and walked out.
