Quechu Teqin personally watched the food in the city being burned, and the air was filled with the smell of roasted grains. The second son of the Khan had made great achievements and was in great momentum. Just the credit of burning food seemed not to satisfy his appetite.
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He held the broad-bladed knife at his waist, tossed his braid back, and said to the generals beside him: "My father is a Khan, but he is still cautious. He actually hopes to have a good relationship with the Anxi Protectorate.
My surname Huang has 30,000 string-controlling men, so it will not be difficult to rebuild the Tuqishi Khanate. Since the war has already begun, it is better to wipe out these Tang armies altogether, which will only enhance my father's ambition."
When the generals behind him heard this, they objected one after another. Although they had never heard of the idiom of superfluous, they also knew that the most taboo in war was to be greedy for success, not to mention that you have already completed the planned goal and achieved the results, and you actually want to add extra trouble to the situation. Once the Tang army
The follow-up troops rushed over, didn't they give up their lives in vain?
Jia Chonghuan leaned against the Fengsui Fort, wishing that the Cavalry Shiren would be stunned and beat him, so that he could turn the entire transfer camp into the fangs of wolf dogs, dragging his opponents to the south bank of the Zhenzhu River, since he could not save it.
Grain and grass, catching the thief who burned the grain and grass can also slightly redeem the mistakes made.
But Quechu Teqin did not lose his mind after all. He only sent a small group of troops to harass Jia Chonghuan. Most of the troops returned to cross the river. The hooves of the horses stirred the bottom of the water into a turbid state, and they rushed to the shore with splashing waves.
By the time most of the Tuqishi people left the south bank, the last ray of light at the end of the sky had penetrated into the ground. Jia Chonghuan staggered after the enemy, looking at the enemy's butt and sighing with regret.
He threw himself into the river, covered himself with water, and ran towards the gate of Dondo City. As soon as he entered the city, he was thrown out by a wave of heat.
"Quick! Put out the fire!"
He personally took off his bag and threw himself into the river, running to the bank with his legs sifting through the chaff. The bag was of no use to the granary of Dundo City. The soldiers went down to the river to scoop water, staggered and panted, rushed into the city gate, and poured out a ladle of water.
Throwing them into the scorching hot current, or alternately relaying them, coming and going incessantly.
After the night was completely dark, Dundo City still looked like a large stove with a red-hot hearth. Fortunately, the flames were gradually weakening and disappearing. It was not known whether it was because the fuel was exhausted or because everyone put out the fire.
Jia Chonghuan's lips were parched and his face was colorful, with dry scabs burned by the fire. He threw his bag on the ground, sat down on the ground and leaned against the earthen city wall, looking at the starfield with empty eyes.
The captain of the soldiers ran to the river and filled the water bag, crossed his legs and ran to him, squatted down and raised the water bag: "General, have a drink of water."
He said nothing, and his eyes seemed even more empty.
At this time, another soldier came and reported: "General Jia, there is a team coming towards us with torches from the direction of Bodaling."
Jia Chonghuan's eyes regained their vitality, as if he was just rebuilding his spirit. He got up from the ground with support, picked up the knife and held it in his hand. He ran up the slope in two quick steps and set up a pergola to look into the night.
There are stars dotted in a long line, like a galaxy flowing on the ground.
He was very eager in his heart, hoping that the people leading the troops were Li Siye, Ma Li, or Wang Zhengjian, who could give him some psychological counseling. However, he was afraid of the approach of these torches, and his mentality was like a student who failed in the exam.
When I returned home with the test paper, I was a thousand times more worried than that.
The team holding torches stopped and formed an array in front of the slope. The general ran out on horseback and came to Jia Chonghuan with torches in his hands.
General Jia stretched out his hand to block it, trying to avoid the scorching flames. He looked at the other person's face from the flickering light and dark of the torch. He didn't seem to recognize this person.
"Which part do you belong to, brother?" Even his voice seemed to be burned out and hoarse, sounding like sandpaper.
"The humble general Shule Town envoy, under the command of Tiaodang Camp, detained the officer, Duan Xiushi."
Duan Xiushi held the torch in both hands and saluted, turning his head to look around. Although he could only distinguish the outline of the earth at night, he could still smell an unusual smell in the air. The blood had not yet dissipated, and the wet sweat exuded a foul smell. His face
There were still specks of dry ash falling in front of it.
"Did I just miss a battle?"
The soldiers looked at Jia Chonghuan with complicated eyes reflecting the firelight. General Jia did not answer, but asked him: "Li Siye is coming soon. When will he come?"
"General, wait a moment. My subordinate is the vanguard of the Shule Army. Envoy Li Zhen will arrive with most of the Shule Army tomorrow morning."
"Then let's talk about it tomorrow morning. Sorry, General Duan, we are here for the first time. We haven't finished preparing yet, so we can't entertain you. I have to ask you to make do with it for a day."
Duan Xiushi said: "Jia Cheng envoy, there is no need to be polite. We have enough dry food and no need to replenish it. We only need to set aside an open space outside the city for rest."
Jia Chonghuan was afraid that Duan would find out about his distress when he approached Dunduo City, so he quickly moved Tiaodang Camp to the right side of Fengsui Fort, close to the river. However, the eyes of a keen person will never relax, and Duan Xiushi can still learn from the clues in the garrison.
Found something unusual.
He didn't want to hide it. A painful lesson cannot be hidden. He just wanted to spend one night to get through the psychological preparation period and figure things out quietly.
Early the next morning, more than 4,000 Shule Army and more than 2,000 Shulefan Army led by Li Siye arrived. It was obvious at a glance in broad daylight that a big battle had occurred here yesterday. He frowned and wiped his armor with linen cloth.
The dewdrops caught at night made me turn over and dismount.
Jia Chonghuan hurriedly ran to him, suddenly put his hands together and knelt down on his knees: "Please teach me, General Li, this time my life is at stake!"
Li Siye quickly helped him up: "Get up quickly, General Jia, what happened?"
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The gate of Dunduo City was completely scorched black, and the two solid wooden doors were also burned with black scars behind them. Jia Chonghuan hugged his bag and followed Li Siye into the city gate. The inside was filled with charred ruins and dried dregs.
The dust was as thick as my knees, and it was still scorching hot when I stepped into it.
The only thing that was saved was a grain store located on a high tower. Last night Tuqishi attacked Dundo City, but failed to fully capture the city. The soldiers who defended the city retreated to the tower, and Tuqishi could not succeed.
Jia Chonghuan squatted on the ground with his head in his hands and sighed heavily.
Li Siye explained calmly: "Just 20,000 shi of grain cannot save the lives of Mohedagan's family. The Duhufu can just raise more grain and transport it."
He seemed to be speaking very lightly, trying to reassure General Jia.
In reality, it is indeed a bit serious. Twenty thousand shi of grain does not sound like much, but it is only equivalent to more than a thousand tons. It takes forty trucks to haul it from Kucha to Dondo City, which is more than 400 miles away. It can be driven back and forth in one night.
In fact, this is not the case. The most powerful load-carrying vehicle at this time was the yak cart. A cart could pull five stones, which was considered very powerful. The speed was about the same as a person walking. It would take four thousand oxcarts to pull twenty thousand stones at the same time.
Set out, the journey to three stations in one day is ninety miles, and it will take seven or eight days including delays along the way.
It doesn’t sound that strenuous, but the above algorithm is wrong because it violates the law of conservation of energy. Cars need to drink oil to pull goods, and cows need to eat, drink, and defecate when pulling food. This is not something that more than a dozen pounds of grass can explain.
The oxen that pulls the cart need to eat fine food, and the people who drive the cart also need to eat. One person and one oxen consume more than ten kilograms a day. Plus other losses on the way, one stone of grain is consumed. These consumed grains require
More oxcarts were needed to carry the load, so transporting 20,000 shi of grain would require at least 4,000 to 5,000 shi more, which was simply unfathomable.
More importantly, it took a month for the Duhu Mansion to raise food and transport it to Dundo City. Burning it meant having to start all over again. Another month of delay, and the need to calculate losses, and to carry out sudden operations.
Mogabe gets more breathing time, which will mean that he will become more difficult to deal with.
There is also a conscience account. How many farmers can harvest this grain in a year? Are you heartbroken?
Li Siye thought to himself, if I were Fumeng Lingcha, I would beat him half to death if I didn't kill him.