Fu Qin starts with a plan

Chapter 488 News from South Vietnam

As soon as Zhao Kun entered the Ganquan Palace, Chen Ping ran over excitedly.

"My lord, the first batch of people who went to sea are back!"

"Oh really?!"

Zhao Kun's eyes lit up, and he became interested immediately.

Although it has been a year since Kaihai opened, the domestic response has not been enthusiastic for such a long time.

Even South Vietnam's commercial operations have just started.

There are many uncertainties in the market, which may be related to policies or the habits of the people.

Just like people who have never eaten seafood, they will be disgusted when they see seafood for the first time, but after eating it once, they can gradually accept the taste.

To put it bluntly, there are still few people who eat crabs.

However, Zhao Kun has been waiting, waiting for the first batch of people to go to sea to eat crabs.

He is very clear that as long as these people come back, Daqin will definitely arouse enthusiasm for going to sea.

This kind of enthusiasm is even higher than that of South Vietnam.

Arriving at the main hall in Ganquan Palace, Zhao Kun immediately saw Ying Zheng, Fu Su, Meng Yi, Xiao He, Zhang Liang, Wang Ben and others sitting in the main hall, chatting happily.

Seeing Zhao Kun approaching, Ying Zheng laughed: "I heard that you went to the hot spring in the back mountain?"

"Well, Wang Li took me there, it's quite novel." Zhao Kun walked to his seat with a smile, then glanced at the crowd, and said, "Didn't Father have a good drink at the banquet?"

"There were too many people at the banquet. Although the atmosphere was good, most people were more reserved. They must have started drinking now, right?"

"Yes, when I came, I saw several groups of people drinking together!"

"It's normal, come, let's have a drink." Ying Zheng smiled and raised his glass to signal to everyone.

Zhao Kun nodded, and took a drink from his glass.

Seeing that Zhao Kun had finished drinking, Fusu said directly: "Brother Kun, a messenger came to report just now, and Zhao Tuo killed himself."

"Ok?"

Zhao Kun was taken aback for a moment, and asked in surprise, "When did it happen?"

"Just three days ago!"

Fusu replied and waved his hand behind him.

A small servant respectfully brought a tray, which contained a memorial.

Zhao Kun looked at Fusu, then at Yingzheng, then picked up the memorial and read it carefully.

The memorial was written by Zhang Han three days ago, and the content of the memorial is exactly the cause and effect of Zhao Tuo's suicide.

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Time back to three days ago.

Zhang Han lost his way again in the dense forest of South Vietnam.

Ever since Zhao Tuo handed him a map of South Vietnam and asked him to wipe out those barbarians who refused to obey the Great Qin, he led the army and stationed in the deep mountains.

However, what he didn't expect was that the map was actually fake.

"Old man Zhao Tuo, when I kill someone back, I will crush you to ashes!"

Zhang Han sat on a bluestone in a dense forest and roared angrily.

In order to bypass the South Vietnam sentry point on the map, Zhang Han traveled carefully and suffered a lot.

As people from Guanzhong, they were not adapted to the environment of South Vietnam at all. Not only did they have to endure the changeable climate in the mountains, but they also had to guard against the poisonous miasma that filled the forest.

Even those poisonous insects, snakes and ants are hard to guard against.

Along the way, many soldiers suffered from vomiting and diarrhea.

The reason why Zhang Han can persist is because of Zhao Tuo's treacherous tricks, and he will never let him do what he wants.

Seven days ago, according to the markings on the map, he came to a basin in the mountains. According to the markings on the map, it is known that this is the largest gathering place of all ethnic groups in South Vietnam.

However, when Zhang Han came to the place marked on the map, he found a densely forested mountain range in front of him.

Without even thinking about it, he knew he had been cheated.

And the person who lied to him was Zhao Tuo, the governor of Nanyue who gave him the map.

What happened later also proved Zhang Han's judgment.

In the past few days, his army has encountered dozens of small-scale surprise attacks by South Vietnamese barbarians.

The opponent didn't fight him head-on at all, but just set up traps, or hid in the dark of the dense forest, and suddenly shot cold arrows.

This kind of sneak attack is like a mouse digging a hole, regardless of day or night, whenever there is an opportunity, it rushes up to harass.

Zhang Han was very aware of the opponent's intentions, but he was helpless.

Because his army lost its way in the deep mountains and old forests, if it attacked rashly, it was very likely that the enemy would divide it into several sections and defeat them one by one.

This is how he lost to Xiang Yu in the Battle of Julu back then.

Although the Nanyue people were not Xiang Yu, they seemed to be everywhere, like snakes and insects in the woods.

Zhang Han leads this army, which is a new army reorganized by Zhao Kun. In addition to its strong combat quality, there are also multi-armed joint operations, such as engineers, artillery, musketeers, and medical soldiers.

Such an army has sufficient advantages even in the face of any enemy.

But Zhang Han still couldn't find the gathering place of all ethnic groups in South Vietnam, which made him feel ashamed of letting down Zhao Kun.

"General, if we can't find him anymore, what should we do?" A lieutenant dragged his swollen arm and walked towards Zhang Han with an ugly expression.

Zhang Han closed his eyes in pain, and said in a deep voice, "If you can't find their gathering place again, immediately aim in one direction and rush out of the dense forest!"

"it is good."

The lieutenant-general responded and prepared to give the order.

At this moment, there was a sudden shout of killing from the opposite side of the mountain.

"Huh?" Zhang Han suddenly opened his eyes and followed the prestige.

I saw a big flag erected up the mountain, on which it was written: "Zhang Han died here today!"

"Hahaha!"

When Zhang Han saw the banner, he smiled instead of angry.

These stupid South Vietnamese people, I was worried about not being able to find them, but I didn't expect them to take the initiative to expose their positions!

God help me too!

God help me too!
At this moment, Zhang Han only felt that the hairs all over his body were about to tremble with excitement.

He jumped up without hesitation, and ordered to the lieutenant general: "Pass me to the general, and the whole army will attack!"

"promise!"

The lieutenant general also excitedly agreed, ignoring the edema in his hand, and directly ordered the messenger Sima: "The special forces will open the way and clear the obstacles, and the engineers will prepare equipment. Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy!"

As soon as this remark came out, the messenger Sima immediately ran to each battalion to deliver the order.

On the hills in the distance, fighters of various ethnic groups in South Vietnam kept popping up, densely packed, roughly estimated at least 10,000+ people.

Zhang Han squinted his eyes for a while, and thought to himself, the soldiers here should be the most elite existence in South Vietnam.

"In that case, let's play with you guys!"

A ruthless look flashed across Zhang Han's eyes, he immediately drew out his weapon and roared, "Wind!"

As soon as the words fell, all Qin troops immediately changed formation.

"wind!"

"Wind, gale!"

Qin Jun roared in unison.

The special forces rushing to the front had already braved the rain of arrows shot by South Vietnamese soldiers and rushed up the mountain.

It's not that the South Vietnamese soldiers had never fought against the Qin army, but it was the first time they saw such a fierce Qin army, and they couldn't help being stunned on the spot.

What exactly is going on? !
Aren't they Qin Jun?Why is Qin Jun fighting differently from before?
Besides, didn't the generals of the Qin army value the use of military tactics? !
Now that we are condescending and occupy a favorable terrain, how can we still look up the mountain?
More than [-] South Vietnamese coalition forces surrounded [-] Qin troops in the mountains and forests, and the right time and place are all on our side. How do you look at this posture, but we are at a disadvantage?

Just when the South Vietnamese general was in confusion, he rushed to the front of the special forces team, slashed and killed the South Vietnamese soldiers, and shouted loudly: "The general has an order, surrender and not kill!"

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Hearing the shouts of the special forces, the patriarchs of various ethnic groups in South Vietnam who were supervising the battle were amused.

Over the years, they have dealt with Qin Jun countless times.

Back then, when the first emperor marched south to Baiyue, he was so powerful and well-equipped. Wasn’t it almost wiped out by us?

If it weren't for the Qin army relying on the large number of people, we would pretend to submit to the first emperor?
Although the first emperor stationed 50 troops in South Vietnam, we still have the final say on the territory of South Vietnam!

After all, no one is more familiar with the mountains of South Vietnam than we are, and more people fight with fewer people, no matter how you fight, you will win.

The patriarchs of the various ethnic groups couldn't understand where Zhang Han's self-confidence came from.

They are whispering at the moment.

"It is said that Zhang Han tried his best to turn the tide and wiped out the rebels in the civil strife, and was finally defeated by Xiang Yu!"

"How dare a defeated general dare to show off?"

"Although he was defeated by Xiang Yu, he made another victory against the Huns!"

"The Xiongnu savages are rumored to be strong in battle. Now it seems that they are also rumors. Otherwise, how could they be destroyed by Qin in the first battle?"

"It makes sense. I, Nanyue son, once fought against 60 Qin troops with the strength of one place, and the tribe was at a disadvantage. From this, it can be seen that the so-called overlords of the grasslands and the heroes of the Central Plains are just a bunch of rich people!"

"Hahaha!"

When the patriarchs of the various clans said this, they burst into laughter.

However, before they could finish laughing, those special forces rushing up the hill instantly killed the coalition soldiers on their backs.

The Qin army who followed them didn't take part in the battle at all.

Each of them brandished a strange-looking shovel, and quickly felled logs in the back to clear the road.

There are also some people who process the cut trees.

In less than half an hour, four simple catapults were driven out by them.

At this time, the special forces team as the vanguard had slaughtered all the South Vietnamese soldiers on a hill.

On a hill in the back, the patriarchs of various clans looked horrified, watching the Qin army clearing out an open space with all their leisure.

Obviously, this Qin army is not at the same level as the Qin army they were familiar with in the past.

"Qin's army is fierce, and it needs to be plotted slowly. Let's retreat!"

"What to withdraw! It's only 5 people, why should we be afraid?!"

"Exactly! The county captain said that Zhang Han must not be allowed to walk out of the mountains. Today, he must die here."

Just when the patriarchs of various ethnic groups were about to order another attack, Zhang Han issued orders one after another on the opposite hill, in the clearing cleared by the engineers.

Not long after, dozens of half-person-high clay pots were placed beside the four catapults.

Zhang Han looked at the mountain where the heads of the various clans were, and smiled coldly.

The various ethnic groups in South Vietnam felt that he was exhausted, so they launched a decisive battle here. Who knows, this is the moment he was waiting for!
Soon, the dark clay pots were loaded onto the catapult.

"The direction is due north to the top of the mountain, all projected!"

Amidst the ear-piercing sound of the winch, Zhang Han waved his hands fiercely.

Bang-!
The swinging arms of the four catapults bounced into the air in unison, and dozens of pottery jars roared and smashed towards the hilltop a hundred steps away.

boom!
Two breaths later, there was an earth-shattering loud noise from the opposite mountain.

The mountains trembled, and the rocks shook.

Immediately afterwards, a cannon was also pushed up, and fired wildly towards the opposite hill.

In an instant, the mountain on the opposite side screamed again and again, and fell into a sea of ​​flames.

At the same time, Nanhai County Wei Mansion.

Zhao Tuo kept pacing in the room with an anxious expression on his face.

As a captain of Nanyue County, with 50 Qin troops, and suppressing a whole area, Zhao Tuo was naturally involved in military affairs.

The harassing tactics used by various ethnic groups in South Vietnam against Zhang Han were his schemes.

Zhao Tuo has a deep understanding of the combat effectiveness of the Qin army.

He knew that Qin Jun could endure hardships.

But when manpower is limited, after all, it is no match for the right time, place and people.

Even the most elite army in Daqin has a limit of endurance.

In a place like South Vietnam, the climate is harsh.

Fighting in this kind of place has a lot of restrictions.

Coupled with the fact that all ethnic groups in South Vietnam are fighting against each other, their combat power is far beyond imagination.

Spend a period of time to wear down the will of Zhang Han's army, and then launch a general offensive, it will definitely be able to fall in one fell swoop.

As for the troops brought by Zhang Han, in Zhao Tuo's eyes, it was a complete joke.

Ren Xiao has outstanding talent, but he has gained nothing in the past ten years in South Vietnam?
Zhang Han is a brat, how can he be better than Ren Xiao?

Not to mention him, even if Wang Ben Mengtian came in person, it would take only a few months to train a strong army capable of defeating South Vietnam.

Today is the time for the decisive battle agreed between Zhao Tuo and the South Vietnamese tribes.

As long as Zhang Han died in the mountains, Zhao Tuo could immediately use the wishes of the various ethnic groups in South Vietnam to rule by dividing land.

With the support of all ethnic groups in South Vietnam, even if Emperor Shihuang came back from the dead, it would not be difficult for him to gain a firm foothold here.

Despite countless deduction, the result is that Zhang Han must die.

But Zhao Tuo felt a faint feeling of uneasiness in his heart.

Suddenly, there was a deafening loud noise from the west.

Zhao Tuo felt the ground under his feet vibrate slightly.

In the county lieutenant's mansion, there are servants running around in a panic.

Zhao Tuo's face changed drastically, and he walked out of the room quickly, holding a sharp sword.

As soon as he came outside, Sima, who was sent by Zhao Tuo to contact the patriarchs of various tribes in South Vietnam, ran towards him.

"What happened?" Zhao Tuo asked with a gloomy expression.

"Junwei, there is a sudden change in the mountain, and the birds and beasts are fleeing from their nests. The Nanyue people claim that this is the mountain god going out, beating drums to clear the way!" Sima the messenger replied in fear.

"What nonsense!"

Zhao Tuo snorted coldly: "I don't talk about strange powers and confusion! Don't be partial to belief, and send people into the mountain to verify!"

When saying this, Zhao Tuo's heart kept sinking.

He couldn't help thinking of one thing. It was rumored that Daqin had mastered a mysterious weapon in the battle to destroy the Huns, and thus won the victory.

When Zhao Tuo learned about this at the time, he didn't take it seriously and didn't try to understand the mysterious weapon.

Thinking about it now, I feel even more uneasy.

In the afternoon, Nanyue City was in chaos.

Zhao Tuo knew that the situation was over, so he wore a black brocade robe embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon, and sat in the yamen hall of the county captain's mansion.

At dusk, the commotion outside the Junwei's mansion gradually subsided.

Zhang Han, drenched in blood, strode into the courtroom with a bloody sword in his hand.

"Zhao Tuo, you falsely preached the imperial decree, blocked the important roads of the Five Ridges, colluded with the barbarians to entrap your comrades, and intended to rebel! According to the law, you will belong to the barbarians!"

"I have been stationed here since I became the crown. Although I have a high official and rich salary, I have left my hometown and never taken care of my relatives. What does their life and death have to do with me?!"

Zhao Tuo took a look at Zhang Han, and said with a sarcasm: "Zhang Han, those who achieve great things don't care about trivial matters. Now that they are kings and losers, I don't bother to talk about it. It's just that your majesty is strict. If I don't, you think Will it end well?"

Hearing this, Zhang Han didn't bother to say much, and waved directly: "Come here! Detain him, and send him back to Xianyang for trial some day!"

"Want to interrogate widows, dreaming!"

Zhao Tuo sneered, and without waiting for Zhang Han's men to step forward, he drew his sword and killed himself.

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