Dahan first prince

Chapter 378 Pyongyang City Breaks!

In Chang'an, Shaofu Yang Chengyan was still thinking about tinkering with movable type printing, and even found time to meet Yang Li;
But in the east of Xishui, to be precise, in the northern half of the Korean peninsula, there is no one who can have the leisure and ease like Yangchengyan. '

Perhaps it is destiny in Han, the first snow on the Korean peninsula this year came very late.

And the late first snow, and the unfrozen water in October, undoubtedly continued to disintegrate the last glimmer of hope in Wei Man's heart.

——Let nature go head-on with the Han army and hope for a complete defeat...
"Father."

An extremely weak call came to his ears, finally pulling Wei Man's complicated mood back to his eyes;
He lowered the hand on his forehead naturally, stood up pretending to be calm, came to Kanyu next to the military tent, turned sideways to his son Wei Meng who walked into the tent, and said indifferently: "How?"

"Zhenfan, Mahan tribes, are you willing to surrender?"

The obviously guilty question caused Wei Meng to shake his head for a while, as if he was complaining, but also seemed to be self-pitying: "No."

"Since the army went south, there were more than a dozen envoys sent to persuade them to surrender, but except for the first one, the rest have not returned..."

The lonely and gloomy tone finally made Weiman unable to hold on to that seemingly determined face any longer. He exhaled a long breath full of exhaustion, but turned his body away even more.

"Since I am blessed by the Liu family, I have even disregarded the promise of a gentleman like 'not beheading the envoy'..."

While speaking, he exhausted all his strength to clean up his collapsed face before Wei Meng turned around and sat back under the animal skin king's couch with a stern expression.

"How about the northern border?"

Just one word, but it made the Han army frowned even more. He was about to speak, but finally raised his head and took out a roll of animal skin briefing from his arms.

"Father, let's take a look."

"Since the seventeenth day of the fourth lunar month in autumn, when the main force of Ma and Han crossed the Yishui River eastward, the eyeliner that my father had placed in the northern border earlier had already disappeared."

"The rest only sent back military reports intermittently;"

"—Ma Han's main force crossing the Weishui River in the east, divided into eight routes along the north, middle and south. Among them, there are more than [-] soldiers and horses in the north route, and the orders are prohibited. They travel nearly a hundred miles a day. They should all be the elite of Guanzhong!"

"There are [-] soldiers in the middle route. Although they are also fully armored, they are still inferior to the northern route. They may be the soldiers of the Kwantung princes."

"As far as the south road, the military capacity is even worse than that in the middle road, but there are also tens of thousands of soldiers."

"The Eighth Route Army crossed the Weishui River to the east on the [-]th day of the fourth month in autumn, and set up camp dozens of miles away. At the end of April in autumn, it dispatched multiple scouts to the south;"

"Winter October, Yuanshuo, this north road enters and returns the same way, crosses the Wei River and returns west, and it is known."

"As well as the middle and southern seven roads, they all cross the Weishui River in the east and go straight to Pyongyang, but Xu Shiji is on the way, and he is walking every step of the way;"

"Furthermore, the grain and grass of these seven roads are all transported by the waterway along the coast, and then the southern army takes them for use, and divides the troops to escort the rest to the middle road; the elite dead soldiers sent by the father want to harass the grain road. ..."

Hearing his son Duan Mao's account of the situation in the north in order, Wei Meng basically read the military newspaper in his hand, and the seven father and son fell into a long period of silence.

If there were no emergencies in this battle, it was never expected by Wei Meng after the war. It is doubtful that Ma Han had any plots or tricks or any 'whimsy' in this battle!
Hundreds of thousands of small soldiers were divided into eight groups, and there was just such a line on the north bank of the Weishui River, and then they crossed to the east in a majestic manner, and retreated towards Pyongyang in an upright manner!
Although it is said that it is easy to dodge an open spear and difficult to defend against a hidden arrow, but it must be in the situation that the strength difference between the two sides is small, and that statement can be established.

However, in the extremely disparate comparison between Weimeng North Korea and Liu Han, the only chance for Weimeng, who is the stronger side, is that Duan Mao can use some tricks and tricks, so that he can take advantage of it.

To put it bluntly, it is to bet that the other party will make mistakes...
But the fact is: whether Ma Han is present or not, it is extremely unlikely that they simply disdain to use any conspiracy and tricks, so they just drove hundreds of thousands of small troops into the Korean peninsula and moved towards Pyongyang step by step.

It's like a pack of wolves fighting a rabbit, unexpectedly adopting tactics such as encircling and chasing, so that Wei Meng, who is a 'rabbit', has the slightest thought of resisting at all...
"The elite of the North Road turned back the same way, and the destination is Ming..."

"Um······"

With a murmur without thinking, Wei Meng tightened his lips tightly, swallowing the conclusion that came to his mouth.

——An army with 10 fighters and [-] soldiers who can travel hundreds of miles a day may be prepared for Weimeng, or even for the entire Korean peninsula!

Wei Meng can still remember the size of the small army that the Han family dispatched when they suppressed the rebellion of the old master Zang Tu.

——11 Liangjia sons in Guanzhong, [-] national soldiers in Guandong County, and more than [-] local townspeople in Guandong, making a total of [-] small troops.

Even in that case, among the 11 small army, the [-] county soldiers were the main force to counter the rebellion, and more than [-] Guandong Township fought bravely;
As for the [-] Guanzhong elites, they bypassed the Yan State along the Yan-Dai border early and ran to guard against the Huns.

Therefore, Wei Meng was very confused: this branch crossed the Yi River in the east, stayed in the same place for half a month, and then withdrew to the West by the same route. It was the elite of Ming's Hundred Thousand Guanzhong. It was originally prepared by the Han Dynasty to guard against the Huns. .

Going to the top of the sky, that is to say, to ensure that the war is not accidental, I ran across the Yishui and stayed for a while, and I was entitled to be a "sweeping formation".

Now, several days have passed since Yuanshuo in winter and October. If it was an accident, the [-] elite members composed of good families in Guanzhong should have returned to the capital of Yan State: Yanji Generation.

Before a brief repair, the elite that is enough to make the entire Korean peninsula bow its head and bow its head as a vassal will set off again, and then go to the Han-Hungarian border, that is, the Yan Great Wall and the Zhao Great Wall, and wait for it.

But that conclusion, Wei Meng can think, but can say...
In the current situation that is so good that it is easy to breathe, even in front of his own son, Wei Meng can definitely say, "If the Han family destroys you, Wei Meng and North Korea, it will take you to be an elite in the [-] level." ·····

"Where are the Central and South Seventh Roads now?"

"Eight days later, the Central Route Army arrived [-] miles north of Pyongyang; the South Route reached [-] miles northwest of Pyongyang, but the coast is winding and winding, and the journey is no more than [-] miles away."

"And on that day, hundreds of thousands of shi of military rations were transported by the Mahan waterway, and countless shi were transported to the south road and the middle road."

He gave the answer with false deliberation, and the face of Han Jun, Crown Prince of Weimeng Dynasty, also showed a hint of seriousness.

"From my son's point of view, this should be the supply of all the food needed for ten months from the middle and south of the Han Dynasty. Before that, Duan Mao indulged in transporting grain, but it was difficult for him to resist the waves and strong winds, so he had to transport it by land."

"If within half a day, the seven-way war goes smoothly, and the waterway is stormy and the land is blocked by ice and snow, Ma Hanzong will withdraw his troops and return to the west..."

Hearing his son's high-pitched tone, Wei Meng nodded hastily, and his right hand, which was drooping under his leg, was also tightly clenched into a fist by Wei Meng.

"Seventeenth..."

"Seventeenth..."

"If you stick to Pyongyang for [-] days, will you lose this battle?"

Seemingly speaking confidently, he looked at the Han army with some hesitation, and when the Han army nodded heavily, Wei Meng's face finally showed some flesh color.

On top of the weak attack of Ma Han's main force, stick to Pyongyang for seventeen days?

Wei Meng asked himself, just because of the "North Korean Armed Forces" with tens of thousands of people in his hands, and the "Old Yan Army" team with thousands of casualties, when Ma Han's tens of thousands of small troops tried their best to attack the city , Pyongyang, it will last until seventeen days!

But the crux of the problem is: Duan Mao is not a war simulation game player in his previous life!

This battle does not mean that Ma Han will light up the achievement of "Attacking Pyongyang", and the system will announce Duan Mao's victory!
Now that winter is approaching, the Mahan waterway and food road have been cut off, and there is a small probability that the land route will be open, so Duan Mao can choose carefully between the two options of 'going south' and 'going back to the north'!
——If you choose to go south, this is a dead end. It is a costly attack on the southern half of the Korean peninsula occupied by Zhenban, Weiman and other ministries, and directly give up the original territory, that is, the northern half of the Korean peninsula. The room is drawn into a tug-of-war that lasts for several years, even more than ten years, decades!

Wei Mengwu was completely confident that in that long tug-of-war, Ma Han, who was exhausted and short of food and clothing, was half buried in the winter snow on the Korean Peninsula!
Returning to the north, the risk is smaller, but correspondingly, the reward is also smaller.

——If you return to the north, you will temporarily give up attacking the southern peninsula occupied by Zhenfan, Weiman and other ministries, and immediately return to Pyongyang City, taking away the people, food and grass, and all worthless things in Pyongyang City. All those who left were burned, leaving an empty city for Ma Han!
In this way, when Ma Han rushed towards Pyongyang murderously, only to find that he could see even a wall that could block the wind, and ended worrying about the lack of food, it would be too soon for Ma Han to return the same way.

Before Ma Han withdrew his army, Wei Meng Xiaoke found another city to use as his own capital for a winter; when the next spring began, he would lead a small army to the south to completely unify the Korean peninsula!

When the entire Korean peninsula is filled with "Wei" king chess pieces, the strategic depth of the Korean peninsula, which is nearly a thousand from east to west and thousands of north to south, is enough to make Wei Meng another Zhao Tuo!
If he is a bit greedy, Duan Mao can even 'have both' at this moment!
——Send a small army to the south to attack Zhenfan and Duan Mao, and then send another army back to Pyongyang to directly destroy Pyongyang City!

It's just that none of the options of 'returning to the north' has a smaller risk.

In case of encounter with Ma Han's main force...

"Um······"

"If the troops are divided and returned to Pyongyang, there will be no more than a few thousand people, and it may be possible to make the trip."

"However, if there are thousands of soldiers, Zhenfan and Weiman may be difficult to capture..."

For a while, Wei Meng gradually fell into a dilemma.

The more Wei Meng thought about it, the more Wei Meng felt: Burning down Pyongyang so that Ma Han could not obtain any supplies would give him a huge advantage!
However, when returning to Pyongyang, the risk of encountering the main forces of Ma and Han on the way made Duan Mao immediately rule out the option of "returning the whole army to the north".

However, among the remaining choices of 'the whole army goes south to attack' and 'divide the troops and return to the north, and burn Pyongyang City', Wei Meng is really not willing to give up the former.

——Shinban, Wiman and other ministries, although there are only a few thousand troops, but no matter what, the enemy is also fighting on the ground!

When necessary, the Weimans could even pull down the elderly, women and even children to resist the attacks of Weimeng Korean soldiers!

On the other hand, Wei Meng, this time can be said to be the strength of the whole country, and he only managed to gather the motley crew who are in the early [-]s and have the same level of literacy.

With only twice as much force advantage, Wei Meng is still [-]% sure that he will go south to attack and plunder with all his strength, let alone send thousands of people to go north to Pyongyang to add obstacles to the Han people... ··
"By now······"

"Ugh!"

"That's it!"

As if he had made up his mind, he slammed his clenched fist under his legs, and Duan Mao stood up abruptly. In his temperament, he once again brought down the aura of the king that the Han army admired.

"Send the widow's imperial edict!"

"—Xiaojun repaired for a day, and at the time of tomorrow, he will go south with all his strength!"

"Whoever meets Zhenfan, Weiman and other soldiers and civilians, but returns to kneel and surrender..."

"Slash!!!"

At that moment, Wei Meng had already made the first choice between 'going north' and 'going south'.

——Abandon Pyongyang and continue southward!

As long as they attack Zhenfan, Weiman tribes, and Weimeng Korea, they will still be considered dead!
As for Pyongyang, and the northern half of the Korean peninsula...
"Humph!"

"In the northern border of North Korea, there is no winter in August!"

"Let's see how long the soldiers of the Liu family can survive this scorching heat?!"

Secretly cheering for himself, the expression on Wei Meng's face only showed more determination!
Seeing that Wei Meng finally cheered up, Duan Mao was also excited by a burst of passion.

"Here!"

"Go there!"

Singing full of excitement, Han Jun turned around, and was about to lift the curtain of the military tent, but saw a white shadow 'swish' into the tent from behind his eyes.

"Who dares to break into the tent!"

The upper consciousness uttered a stern shout, the Han army only looked slightly startled, and hurriedly drew their swords and turned around, only to see the white shadows one after the other kneeling behind Duan Mao with tears streaming down their cheeks, the snot froze into icicles, But trembling, made no sound.

"small······"

"Small·········"

"Little Wang~~~"

He groaned in horror for a long time, and finally yelled "Xiao Wang", and saw the scout sitting on the ground slumped in despair.

"Mahan sailors have landed on the coast ten miles west of Pyongyang, with tens of thousands of soldiers, and the ladders to attack the city are ready~"

"Pyongyang City..."

"Pyongyang City!"

"It's a battle to break~~~"

Hoarsely uttering that cry, the scout finally couldn't restrain his despair anymore, sat down on the ground, and began to cry.

But behind the scouts, Wei Meng, who was still in a low fighting spirit just now, had a surge of energy and blood, and even his figure swayed backwards and forwards.

"father······"

"puff!!!"

But when the Han army said "Father King", Wei Meng spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground again.

After completely losing consciousness, Duan Mao only threw himself down, hugged his son Wei Meng who was crying into a sound, and left the last sentence.

To put it bluntly, it is the first word.

"escape······"

"escape·········"

(End of this chapter)