Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 137
"Captain!" He Bayong, who had been waiting outside for a long time, greeted him: "This kind of great achievement, the chief executive will definitely reward him heavily, at least he must have a meritorious service of rank six or seven?"

"The matter of recording merits has to be transcribed by the military officials, and the result is estimated to be tomorrow!" Wang Wenzuo shook his head wearily: "The chief executive has rewarded some gold and silk, and you will get [-]% of it later, and the rest will be given to the meritorious sergeants! "

"What about you, Sanlang?" He Bayong asked in a daze when he heard the words.

"I'm alone right now, so what's the use of gold and silk?" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "It's better to give it to the sergeants to boost morale!"

"That's impossible, Saburo, have you forgotten the debt you borrowed from Cao Yena? The money was borrowed for everyone. In my opinion, it is enough to give out one-third of the gold and silk to reward the soldiers. The rest Put it into the public treasury to pay off the debt."

"Alright!" Wang Wenzuo nodded after thinking for a while: "I'm a little tired, I want to go back to rest, and I will discuss the rest with Cui Hongdu!"

Goguryeo, snake water.

"My son is in their hands!" Quan Gai Suwen said.

"Yes, Damolizhi!" The messenger's voice was dry due to exhaustion. He lowered his head to avoid eye contact with Quan Gai Suwen, and his lowered fingertips trembled slightly.

The eldest brother can't come back anymore. The same thought flashed in the minds of Quanyuan Nanjian and Quanyuan Nanjian. They glanced at each other subconsciously, and then immediately looked away to avoid letting the other party see themselves joy in the eyes.

Quan Gai Suwen raised his hand, and the surrounding generals fell silent, listening to the envoy's account of the whole incident, only the crackling of the firewood in the room.

Quanyuan Nanjian straightened his back. In the past half a month, Quangai Suwen has traveled all over Koguryo's many fortresses in Liaodong and the northern part of the Korean Peninsula, recruiting troops and raising food. Compared with fighting on the battlefield, this kind of endless The march is even more unbearable. Every morning when Quanyuan Nanjian leaves the barracks, he will see hanging corpses swaying in the wind on the big trees by the roadside. Those are the guys who deserted at night. To be honest, Quanyuan Nanjian I suspect that one day I will follow in the footsteps of these people.

"It's really terrible!" A general moaned: "The people of Tang can know everything from the mouth of Quanyuan boy, he knows everything, everything!"

"Yeah! I just lost 3 people in Yalushui, and now I lost myself!" Another person muttered in a low voice. Quanyuan Nanjian followed the voice, but it was the father-in-law of his younger brother Quanyuan Nanjian. , his eyes flickered, and he turned to Quanyuan Nanchan, and sure enough, he found that his younger brother was beaming.

"Quanyuan Nanjian!" Quan Gai Suwen's voice sounded, and the room suddenly fell silent. Quanyuan Nanjian subconsciously stood up and puffed out his chest.

"You return to Pyongyang immediately and take your brother's place. Remember that everything is business as usual, and you are not allowed to leak the news that I am not in Pyongyang!"

"Yes!" Quanyuan Nanjian tried his best not to let himself laugh out loud. Like Datang, staying in the capital in Koguryo is also the responsibility of the crown prince. His father made him stay in Pyongyang, no doubt he regarded his elder brother as a dead man.

When the figure of the second son disappeared from the door of the house, Quan Gai Suwen stood up, and his burly figure immediately became the focus of everyone's attention. He walked to the stove and poked it twice with an iron rod, and the flame immediately became vigorous.

"My eldest son, my eldest son has now fallen into the hands of Tang people!" Quan Gai Suwen repeated, he turned around, his eyes flickered, as if the fire was burning in his eyes, and everyone in the room bowed their heads , to avoid eye contact with him.

"Boy Quanyuan is my son, he will not bow his knees to the Tang people, but sooner or later the Tang people will find out that I am not in Pyongyang!" Quan Gai Suwen said with bright eyes, "So our time is running out!"

"You mean you want to go back to Pyongyang?" Quanyuan Nanchan asked.

Quan Gai Suwen glanced at his youngest son, his lips twisted, showing a contemptuous expression, he walked to the map: "It's winter now, the Tangren's North Road is divided into five battalions, and there are no cavalry, and they are Snake water separated, this is a good opportunity. As long as the first battalion is defeated, the rest of them must retreat, and once the North Road withdraws, the South Road under the Pyongyang City will be destroyed. The question now is whether we should Which target to choose!" He paused for a moment: "Let's choose Pang Xiaotai!"

"Father, why did you choose him?" Quan Yuan asked carefully.

"According to the information, this man was originally a powerful man from the south of the Tang Kingdom, and his soldiers also came from the south. The winter there is much warmer than that in Goguryeo. Presumably his soldiers can't even bow their bows now?" Quan Gai Suwen paused for a while. He said: "I originally wanted to wait a few more days, and then attack after the troops from Mohe's various ministries arrive. Now it seems that I can't delay it!"

Tang Jun camp, handsome account.

When he walked into the tent, Wang Wenzuo subconsciously stepped lightly. He didn't know why he was summoned late at night, which was not a good sign.

"The last general, Captain Xuanjie—"

"Come in, don't be too polite!" A voice from inside the tent interrupted Wang Wenzuo's self-reporting of his name. He froze for a moment and decided to follow orders.

Only the light in the tent was dim, and Su Dingfang was sitting on the Luo bed. He looked old and tired wearing only a short round neck robe.

"Did you know? The night before yesterday, Quangai Suwen defeated our army in Sheshui. Pang Xiaotai, the marching chief of Woju Road, was wiped out. Pang Xiaotai and his thirteen sons were all killed in battle. Our army was killed and injured over ten thousand!"

Wang Wenzuo was stunned, and tried his best to convert the information in Su Dingfang's words into a situation map in his mind, but in the end he gave up.

"The situation is very bad, very bad!" Su Dingfang slowly shook his head: "First, Mobei Tie Le made a rebellion, Qi Bi He Li was transferred away, and then Pang Xiaotai's entire army was wiped out. Could it be that Goguryeo is immortal?"

At this time, Wang Wenzuo also reacted: "Quan Gai Suwen? Isn't he in Pyongyang right now?"

"That's right!" Su Dingfang gave Wang Wenzuo a meaningful look: "He's not in Pyongyang City. During our siege, he should be running around, mobilizing soldiers from the Mohe people and various tribes in Liaodong. It should be his who stayed behind in Pyongyang City." The eldest son, Quan Yuan, is the one you captured just now!"

"This——, this——" Too regretful and incoherent is the portrayal of Wang Wenzuo at this time. The victory has been touched by his fingertips, and he is gone. etiquette.

"Yes, I can understand how you feel at this moment. It's hard to lose when you are about to win, right? But this is war!" Su Dingfang showed a wry smile on his old face: "If you want to continue to join the army , There must be many similar experiences in the future. Have you finished your mood now? Time is running out, we must do something!"

(End of this chapter)