Chapter 59 Quantity does not determine the outcome
"Let me go! Let me go!!" Li Mu shouted angrily. The two warriors hugged him tightly from both sides. Under Li Mu's crazy struggle, he was almost thrown away. One of the warriors hurriedly
He shouted: "Come help!" After he finished speaking, four or five people rushed over and pushed Li Mu to the ground. Li Mu hit his head with his head and continued to curse. The warriors tied him up.
Drag him indoors.
General Lian Po sat indoors and looked at Li Mu in front of him coldly.
"I want to go back! Let me go!" Li Mu was still struggling hard, like a tiger, and the few warriors around him were unable to catch him. Lian Po became angry and ordered: "Let him go! Give them all a go.
I'm getting out!!" After hearing Lian Po's order, the warriors surrounding him immediately let go, lowered their heads, and slowly walked out of the inner room and stood in the courtyard. Li Mu's eyes widened.
Full of bloodshot eyes.
Lian Po walked up to him, stared at him, and asked, "What do you want to do?"
"I want to go back, I want to go back to Boren!"
"Pa~~", Lian Po's palm hit Li Mu hard on the face. Suddenly, half of Li Mu's face was red and swollen. Li Mu slowly raised his head. At this moment, he no longer yelled, Lian Po yelled
Said: "You want to be a deserter??"
"I don't want to be a deserter, I want to go back to rescue!"
"Pa~~", Lian Po was not polite at all, and slapped Li Mu on the face again. Like an angry bear, he put his face close to Li Mu and stared straight at Li Mu with his big copper bell-like eyes.
, It was very shocking. He said word by word: "You six-grain grower! I tried my best to stop the rumors of the Qin people, but what do you say to me here to go back and rescue? You want to kill people here.
Hundreds of thousands of soldiers?? Isn’t that right?”
Li Mu looked at him blankly and said nothing.
General Lian Po sneered, drew his sword, cut off the rope that bound him, and said: "Then you go back. As a general, at the moment of setting off for the battle, there is only one thing that can be thought of.
How to defeat the enemy in front of you, forget about the rest. You are obviously not a suitable soldier. I will prepare a set of women's clothing for you. After you put it on, the people of Qin will definitely let you go and won't embarrass you.
"
Li Mu gritted his teeth and stood for a long time. Suddenly, he squatted down, covered his head, and started crying, "My family is all in Bairen. The Yan people have already killed Bairen. They need me, my father."
He is extremely strong, he will never bow to the Yan people... I have to protect them..." Lian Po walked to him, squatted down, patted his shoulder, and said seriously: "I believe it.
Ma Fuzi, he will not let you down."
Li Mu raised his head, his face full of tears.
........
In Guanglang City, a general wearing leather armor was walking on the street. All the Qin soldiers who saw him stopped and bowed to him. He was none other than the Qin people's general, Wang Hao. Wang Hao had the appearance of a general.
His face, when he was seventeen or eighteen years old, anyone who saw him would think that this kid should be on the battlefield. The resolute face with a steel needle-like beard made him look very majestic.
He walked outside a courtyard, asked the soldiers to wait here, and walked in himself.
Walking into the courtyard, he saw an elegant middle-aged man waving a long sword in his hand. The sword light flashed and the sound of piercing the air continued. Wang Hao stroked his beard, smiled and looked at the man seriously.
After practicing for a while, he put away his sword and looked at Wang Hao. Wang Hao laughed and said: "Wu Anjun, watching your swordsmanship is like eating a delicious meal, which is memorable.
"
Bai Qi glanced at him helplessly, and then said: "I'm not good at swordsmanship. Even if you want to flatter me, you can't praise me like this. Even if you praise me for my handsome appearance and graceful sword dancing?",
Wang Hao nodded hurriedly and said: "That's exactly what I want to say, your conversational style is unmatched by others." Bai Qi laughed and then pulled him to sit down.
Wang Hao looked straight at Bai Qi. His eyes were just like the way Zhao Kuo looked at him, enthusiastic and respectful. Among the many generals of the Qin State, he was considered a steadfast Bai Chui. Bai Qi regarded him as
As a friend, he regarded Bai Qi as a god. Especially when Bai Qi used tens of thousands of Qin troops to annihilate 240,000 Korean and Wei coalition forces in Yique, Wang Lu was confused at that time. From then on,
He firmly believes that Bai Qi must not be a mortal.
From then on, he had a peculiar habit. Every time he went to battle, he would always recite Lord Wu An's name silently in his mouth. Even before setting off, he would do the same when slaughtering livestock for sacrifice. The strange thing is that in these years,
He actually fought a lot of victorious battles, which strengthened his belief in Bai Qi. Sure enough, I was right, he was not a mortal at all! Perhaps, he was the god in charge of war?
"What is your order when you come to me?"
"I can't see the loopholes in Lian Po. Your Majesty is urging me very hard. I want to ask you to help me." Wang Hao said respectfully. Bai Qi smiled and said, "You are the Qin people.
General, this is appointed by the king himself, and I am just here to study and rest, and I don’t have a tiger talisman, so how can I help you?"
"I don't understand why you just don't want to be the commander-in-chief? As long as you write to the king, he will definitely not refuse."
Bai Qi was speechless and raised his head. Wang Hao let out a long sigh. Why didn't he understand how confident Mr. Wu An was? He was waiting for the king to invite him. When he went to join the party, he didn't have it.
He took the initiative to ask for the general position, which made the king and Yinghou a little unhappy. He had just allowed himself to be the general. Now, is he still waiting to make the king and Yinghou bow their heads?
Perhaps noticing Wang Lu's uneasiness, Bai Qi said with a smile: "Please don't worry, Ying Hou was really angered by Zhao Kuo this time, and he actually thought of uniting with the Yan Kingdom. Now, the princes can't sit still.
, Marquis Ying will soon order me to serve as the commander-in-chief."
Wang Hao was shocked and asked: "You mean, the princes will form a coalition?"
"Both sides will suffer losses. They can still sit still, but Zhao is in danger of being destroyed. They can't sit still."
"What should we do? Zhao State has hundreds of thousands of troops. If there are coalition forces to help...how many troops will that be..."
"Please don't worry, the number of soldiers does not determine the outcome of the war."
"So what can be decided?"
"I can decide." Bai Qi smiled and said humbly.
............
In Zhao's school grounds, Zhao Kuo looked at the old soldiers below and gave his first order.
"Those who are over forty-three years old, have inconvenient legs and feet, or have physical disabilities, please sit on the right. If there is anything to hide, you will be killed." After Zhao Kuo issued the order, the old soldiers became busy again. Those who were not over forty-three years old
The old men did not move, but the elderly and sick ones rushed to the right. Seeing these slow soldiers, Zhao Kuo also held his breath. He even saw a white-haired man.
The old man is stretching out his hand to count his age.
This time the formation wasted a long time. Zhao Kuo's legs were a little sore from standing, but he still stood motionless on the platform, his body upright.
There were indeed a lot of 20,000 people. Zhao Kuo could not even see the end of his eyes when he squinted. Fortunately, there were command soldiers delivering orders to him. Even if these command soldiers were about to cough after shouting a few times, they could not make any sound.
After they separated, Zhao Kuo once again gathered in large numbers. It was obvious that there were more people over forty-three years old, accounting for almost 60 to 70%. However, after removing these people from the array, the military column on the right already had a real formation.
appearance.
Of course they are not young, but at least they can straighten their backs, look forward, and line up in an orderly manner. With sufficient experience and their bodies that have not completely collapsed, they can still be called soldiers. Zhao Kuo can't see how many of them there are.
, but there are more than 20,000 people in total. Considering that they can occupy 30 to 40%, they should be around 5,000 people. Although this number is small, it can at least be used for fighting.
At least, they can still wield the sword.
"I want to march quickly this time to stop the attack of the Yan people. The elderly cannot keep up with the army. Please all the gentlemen on the left return to their homes." Zhao Kuo had just taken office and dismissed 10,000 people.
There were many soldiers, but neither Ge nor the other disciples stopped him. Indeed, if more than 10,000 soldiers were brought to the battlefield, it would not only harm them, but also harm themselves.
Some of the old soldiers were angry, some were excited, and some were in tears, but no matter what, they could not refuse Zhao Kuo's military order. Zhao Kuo stood on the general platform and watched these old men using the spears in their hands as crutches.
After limping away from the school grounds, Zhao Kuo immediately ordered his disciples to re-register the soldiers. After registration, they still needed to be organized, but he did not have enough disciples to assign them to various military positions.
The disciples were busy, and suddenly, everyone stopped. The sound of rapid horse hooves came from outside the school grounds. It seemed that a large number of knights were charging towards here. Zhao Kuo didn't even give an order. Many soldiers had already raised their hands.
The weapons were facing the direction of the school gate, ready for battle.
The young man rode his horse. When he rushed to the gate of the school ground, he hurriedly reined in the horse. The horse raised its front hooves and neighed loudly.
The person who came was none other than Handan Zao, the fourth son of Zhao Li, the commander of Handan.