"It is an exaggeration to claim the head of an enemy general among thousands of armies, but it is an indisputable fact that the barbarian leader of the Salha Tribe will be killed by his own hands." The elegant general took off his outer robe and wiped his sweat.
"The eight-hundred-mile fast horse is already on its way. It won't take long for Dayao and the entire court to know that a young escort from Jinzhou Wuhe Escort Bureau has killed a barbarian lord."
"General, I didn't know that he was the leader of the barbarians. I just saw that man was about to run away, so I threw a knife at him. I never thought that it would have a surprising effect." Wei Changpan, who was also sweating profusely, didn't care about the people in the army.
He was extremely polite and decent, but kept moving his hands, "It's just that I had better luck."
"Don't be too self-effacing. No matter how lucky you are, how many lords can kill barbarians?"
The soldiers guarding in front of the general's tent were seduced by the scent coming from the tent. Occasionally, they turned their heads slightly and glanced inside the tent. They caught a glimpse of the dignified Yao Zheng, a fourth-grade military attaché, a young general of Jinzhou, who held the power of the army and horses of a state.
A high-ranking official from the border area was busy with a spatula in front of a large iron pot that the two of them couldn't even hug, and the aroma was getting stronger.
"It's done." The general picked up the copper spoon and silver bowl from the side, scooped up a spoonful of milky white soup from the pot, poured it into the bowl and handed it to Wei Changpan, "Drink it while it's hot to warm yourself up."
The smell of milk and butter hit Wei Changpan's head. This kind of stuff boiled with tea powder, cow and goat milk and butter is something that everyone from poor herdsmen to nobles drinks in the grassland, but the ingredients are very different. In recent years, the grassland has
The caravans of the nobles also began to use furs to purchase large quantities of high-quality tea from Dayao's tea merchants. This expensive drink gave the nobles on the grassland a privileged distinction from the poor herdsmen.
But after all, there are only a handful of nobles who can make such a big deal. Cheap broken tea powder is still the most popular choice among the grassland people. Especially Dunmao, who is the leader of a group, is vigilantly aware that this extravagant trend has gradually spread among the barbarians.
Come on, this is a dangerous trend,
If tigers and wolves were left at ease for a long time, they would be reduced to sheep to be slaughtered by others. He couldn't allow his tribe to fall in his hands, so he issued a death order to the nobles. Once someone dared to buy a lot of pleasure things from Yao, that noble
will be reduced to the lowest form of slaves.
As for the Yao people, what they traded from the grasslands was nothing more than livestock and furs. The barbarians lived in pursuit of water and grass. The food of the barbarians was too crude and they did not know how to cook it, which did not suit the taste of the Yao people.
But Wei Changpan couldn't refuse the kindness of a general, not to mention a middle-aged man who looked quite easy-going and casual. He smelled like the idle men in the town who used to be idle all day long.
The generals he was thinking of should not all be serious, burly and solemn men, who would make people feel awe when looking at them from a distance, who could command thousands of troops with just a wave of their hands, and who would make people afraid to get close to them? How could it be like this...
..
He drank the entire bowl of milk tea. He didn't put anything to remove the fishy smell when simmering it. Wei Changpan pinched his nose and couldn't taste anything. He just took a breath and found the tea bowl in front of him with a sad face.
It has been filled to the brim.
"Barbarian milk tea, you get used to it after drinking too much. The blood here is too strong, and you can't feel the fragrance of the tea if you drink it. It would be a waste of tea." Song Zhiwen squatted on the ground with a tea bowl in his hands, sipping the milk tea in small sips.
, "Most barbarians are lucky to be able to drink a bowl of this kind of stuff every now and then in winter. Ordinary herdsmen can't afford much.
tea dust."
Wei Changpan's face turned red and he felt a little ashamed, but Song Zhiwen, who was only wearing his underwear and a chinchilla leather jacket, smiled and said: "It's okay, it's the first time I drink this stuff and I can hold it in without spitting it out and swallowing it.
You are one of the few."
"The barbarian army will have less than ten days left at the earliest, and they will march to the city. These days, small parts of the four major battalions from prefectures and counties have been divided into Jinzhou prefectures and county towns for garrison. Most of them will retreat within three days."
Enter the round city." Song Zhiwen squinted his eyes and used the heat from the silver bowl to warm his hands, "It is definitely not wise to fight with the barbarian cavalry in the field. It is a last resort for most of the troops to retreat to the city.
But it’s also the best choice.”
"Don't you understand why I am telling you this?" Song Zhiwen squinted his eyes and looked at the charcoal fire under the iron pot that was still struggling, "Because you have achieved such great military exploits, becoming a captain is not an excessive thing.
, if the imperial court intends to use you as a role model, maybe the title of the youngest captain in the history of this dynasty will have to be changed to Dangdang named Wei."
Before Wei Changpan, who was flattered, could say anything, Song Zhiwen said indifferently: "No matter how high the imperial court gives you, as long as you are still a military attache under me, you will never want to lead troops to the battlefield."
It's a matter of life and death for many people, and it's not something you can do well."
"General, I will be very satisfied if you survive the battle with no arms or legs." Wei Changpan also imitated Song Zhiwen and squatted next to him holding a silver bowl filled with hot milk tea, "Practice martial arts.
If you don't learn to understand, you have to learn to lead troops again. It is taboo to bite off more than you can chew."
"It would be great if you could understand the reason behind this, but it doesn't completely mean that you can look good in the camp by being an empty airs."
In the center of the military tent was a huge sand table. The meticulous topography of Jinzhou and its surroundings was displayed on the table, as well as the subordinates who had discovered the barbarian military strength and the positions of the troops garrisoned in each city and pass.
Small wooden figures and wooden horses were placed everywhere. The staff officers, who had been silent in the corner of the military tent before, brought back scouts, many urgent military letters with blood on them, and moved the positions of the wooden figures and horses on the sand table.
"Although cavalry field battles are far beyond what Yao can do, siege has never been the strength of the barbarians. There are quite a few records in the history of grassland barbarians breaking through the barriers. However, if it is a large-scale siege of a city, it can only be achieved by the barbarians.
It can only be seen in the most powerful years, and it often coincides with the change of dynasties when the military is weak, so it is an act of taking advantage of the situation."
"Dunmao is a figure who appears on the grassland once in a century or even a thousand years. The Taiqige tribe became the most powerful tribe on the grassland ten years after he succeeded as the lord. In recent years, if the grassland had not been plagued by famine every year, with the help of Dunmao
If we take advantage of the tribal power, we may not be able to unify the grassland."
"Although the Dunmao tribe is now the largest force on the grassland, the other large tribes cannot be easily swallowed up by him. Therefore, it is a last resort for the grassland tribes to form an alliance and go south. After all, the territory of Yaozhou is
Even if some of his troops are allowed to eat it, they will burst their bellies."
When several busy staff officers saw the general explaining the current situation between the two sides to an unknown person, they all looked a little surprised. If making milk tea together was considered a deliberate move by the general to get close to his subordinates, then it would be a waste of energy to talk to someone like this.
Talking to young people who are not very young, what kind of medicine is being sold in this gourd?
A general has his own considerations. After Song Zhiwen took over as the general of Jinzhou, the words and deeds of these staff officers towards him have changed from the initial attitude towards his unique words and deeds.
I don't know why, but I have become accustomed to it now. Every now and then, these staff officers would see General Song tinkering with some new gadgets, making food for the barbarians by themselves, and carving out those ugly wooden figures with their own knives. Now,
Start chatting with random subordinates?
It was no surprise that one of these staff officers was there. Zhang Ziwen knew the reason why the general and Wei Changpan talked about this in detail. After all, what he was asked to do next could not be done without making it clear.
"But the barbarians' march south this time is different from those idiots who only plundered food and people in the past. The grasslands in the north can no longer support the barbarian population." Song Zhiwen raised his hand and made an analogy, "This grassland can only
It can feed a population of six million, but after decades of recuperation on the grassland, there are already a population of seven million. The nobles are still eating lamb and drinking wine, but the slaves and herdsmen are all starving to death."
"So we have to fight, seven million people, two million people will die." Song Zhiwen suddenly retracted his two stretched out fingers, "The grassland can support the remaining people."
Two fingers, two million people, like an insignificant grain of dust, blown away, gone.
"Our army's scouts suffered nearly a hundred casualties before they approached the barbarian camp. They saw tall instruments covered with oilcloth and heavily guarded around them. They were tools used to attack the city." He took off two pieces of equipment from the sand table.
Unique wooden gadgets, "I don't know where they knew such technology, and they got the help of skilled craftsmen. Although they deliberately hid it, we still discovered the clues, and then we were able to find out the existence of these things."
"No matter how many such weapons the barbarians have and how powerful they are, they will always be a fatal threat to all the cities in Jinzhou."
Song Zhiwen talked for a long time, and finally stood on the edge of the sand table exhausted, "The defenses of various cities in Jinzhou are not enough to deal with such a threat. If the city is accidentally broken, according to the practice of barbarian marches, it will be removed after the city is broken."
Children who are higher than the wheel will massacre the city."
Tucheng, the smallest county in Jinzhou is now crowded with tens of thousands of people...
"What does the general need me to do?" Wei Changpan raised his head and looked directly into Song Zhiwen's eyes. Looking at those dark eyes with some round cheeks of a young man, Song Zhiwen began to ask himself, but he was still a child.
, is about to go to the battlefield between the two races...
After all, there is still no way to escape.
"The elite scouts and light cavalry in Jinzhou have only left some seeds. If they continue to fight, they may not be able to form an official organization in three to five years." He paid a great courtesy to Wei Changpan, "The martial arts warriors in Jinzhou
Fifty people will be selected, and you must take these fifty people and do your best to destroy the siege equipment."
What Song Zhiwen did not say is that such a military expedition is dangerous, and most of those who go there will escape death.
After all, you can't escape the fate of bringing people who shouldn't be on the battlefield to the battlefield.
"Okay." Wei Changpan nodded without any hesitation, "I'll go."
The matter has come to this, and there is no room for him to shrink back.