Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 860 Ridicule
"Well!" Wang Wenzuo sighed, others would just pay it back. He still felt a little guilty for the eldest princess back then: "If the eldest princess knew about it, she would be willing to return to the Japanese country!"

"Then father, have you agreed?" Hu Liang was overjoyed when he heard this. Although Li Xiayu loved Yanliang the most on the island, he was also kind to him. Naturally, he also hoped that Li Xiayu could leave the sad place of Chang'an. Go to Japan and sleep forever.

Wang Wenzuo nodded: "Let's not mention these things for now. State affairs are important. Although you are the commander of this pacification of Tubo, where are Pei Xingjian and the others' qualifications? If you can't do it yourself, no matter how hard the court suppresses it, it will be useless. Yes! Tell me what you have planned?”

"My child, my child——" Hu Liang's face changed slightly. Wang Wenzuo saw this and knew that the other party was not confident yet. He sighed and said: "You are only around twenty now, so it is indeed a bit difficult for you to be placed above those veteran generals. But who said you are me, Wang Wenzuo?" Son? And this time I send a message to summon the heroes from Hebei and Haidong, and there is no one else who can lead it except you!"

"My child understands!" Hu Liang nodded: "Actually, since my father mentioned this matter last time, my child has considered it. From what my child has seen, it is actually not difficult to recapture the towns in Hexi, but it is really difficult to let Qinling be the head. Not easy!”

"Yeah! Keep talking!" Wang Wenzuo nodded.

"Follow your orders!" Hu Liang cheered up and recounted the strategy he had thought about over the past few days. The Hexi he just mentioned refers to the current Hexi Corridor area, which is generally located in the northwest of Gansu Province to the west of the Yellow River, between the Qilian Mountains and the Badain Jaran Desert. Due to the snow water irrigation of the Qilian Mountains, this narrow strip of land that is thousands of miles long and only a few dozen miles in average width is located outside the Great Wall, but it has fertile land and crisscrossed rivers. It has been a rare developed agricultural reclamation area since ancient times, and it is also connected to the Guanzhong area. and the most important channel in the Western Regions and even Central Asia. Due to its special geographical location, it is much easier to go to Hexi from Longyou controlled by the Tang army than from Qinghai controlled by the Tubo people (from Qinghai to Hexi you have to pass through the valley road of the Qilian Mountains).

This is why Hu Liang said that it is not difficult to recapture the towns in Hexi. But the problem is that Wang Wenzuo has spent so much effort this time. If he wants to accumulate merit and prestige for his son, he will definitely not just recapture the towns in Hexi and reopen the Hexi Corridor. Enough is enough. According to Wang Wenzuo's previous plan: Hu Liang's dispatch of troops this time should at least recapture Qinghai, kill Qinling, force Tibet to return to the plateau, and give up the strategy of going eastward. To achieve this, we must follow the ancient route that Xue Rengui used to send troops, leaving the Hehuang Valley from Longyou, marching into Qinghai, and retaking the homeland of Tuyuhun. However, the current situation is much worse than when Xue Rengui sent troops.

"Yes!" Wang Wenzuo looked at the marching route drawn on the map prepared by Gu Liang in advance and nodded: "How many troops do you plan to send?"

"When General Xue sent troops to Dafeichuan, he had 100,000 soldiers. Now Qinling will only be stronger than then. If we want to defeat Qinling, I will only need more than 100,000 soldiers!"

"More than 100,000?" Wang Wenzuo smiled bitterly. "Back on the island, you should have learned about the supply of a large army, right? Have you ever calculated how much food and fodder are needed for so many soldiers to march thousands of miles and march straight into the enemy's territory?"

"Hai'er has learned!" Hu Liang whispered: "Hai'er plans to use three months' food as a basis for planning. The soldiers will carry three days' food, a group of marching animals will carry half a month's food, and the rest will be carried by carriages and horses-"

"Stop, stop, stop!" Wang Wenzuo interrupted his son's recitation: "I know this without you having to say it, and this doesn't require the attention of the coach. It will naturally be considered by the commanders below. As the coach, you should That’s not what you’re thinking about!”

"Then, what is that?" Hu Liang asked in confusion.

"Hu Liang!" Wang Wenzuo sighed: "Qin Ling has been fighting for half a lifetime. You know how to calculate military supplies, but he can't? I bet that once your army comes out, it will take as long as ten days or as little as three to five days. You have He knows exactly how many troops and horses there are, how fast they are marching, their approximate direction, how many baggage trains there are, and how much they are carrying. Before you run out of food and supplies and your soldiers are exhausted, you will definitely not be able to find Qinling, waiting for you. When you meet him, your chances of winning will not exceed 30%!"

"Then, how should we plan for the child?" Hu Liang asked.

"There is a saying in the art of war that if you attack it, you will save it!" Wang Wenzuo said: "Why do I always let the thieves attack Ganzhou without saving it? In the end, isn't it just to make Qinling reluctant to leave it behind? The Hexi Corridor is a place of great benefit, not only for Yu Nongsang has the advantage of being a merchant, so Qin Ling is naturally reluctant to leave it behind!"

"Ganzhou is father's bait?" Hu Liang was surprised.

"That's natural, people die for wealth and birds die for food!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "Qinling will always stay in Qinghai and go to Longyou to fight in Anxi. I really don't have any good way to deal with him. After all, just go to the meadow. Who can survive feeding mosquitoes for a few months? But he is greedy for the benefits of trade routes and wants to contact the Turks and surround Datang from three sides, so it’s up to him!”

"Then if Tubo is the cities in Hexi, wouldn't it mean that the host and guest have shifted?" Hu Liang asked: "They have city walls to defend them, and it would be very troublesome for us to attack them!"

"You don't have to worry about this!" Wang Wenzuo smiled: "You go out of the city tomorrow. You can take a look at Liu Pingji's several good things first. With this thing, any fortified city will only take two or three days. ! It would be fine if the Tubo people did not defend the city, but if they did, it would be nothing more than a rat turning into a cage and seeking death! "

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Ganzhou, outside the city.

On the hill overlooking the official road, a long table made of logs was set up and covered with a satin tablecloth. Gong Ren's big tent is next to the table. Behind him, the white flag representing the Gar family is flying on a long pole, and he himself is having dinner here with his main men.

Yumuhito arrived last. Compared to when he was fighting in Dafeichuan, he was much taller and his face was much rounder. He always had a smile on his face, but everyone at the long table Everyone knows his methods, and he is completely worthy of being Qin Ling's son.

As soon as Yukihito sat down, the chefs began to serve the dishes. The first thing they brought was the roasted beef ribs. The beef ribs, which had been smeared with oil and spices, were grilled until they were shiny and exuded an attractive aroma. In order to relieve the fatigue, the beef ribs were roasted. Place plenty of lettuce leaves around the ribs. The female slaves filled the wine glasses for everyone, and then stepped aside. Yukihito took a sip of wine and licked his tongue with satisfaction: "This wine is good, where did it come from?"

"The scouts found a wine cellar in a village in the next county. They found it in the wine cellar!" The attendant accompanying the meal whispered: "There are many vineyards in that village. The villagers should have brewed it themselves!"

"Yeah!" Gongren took another sip: "Compared with this wine, highland barley wine is just water!"

The officers at the table gave a roar of approval. They raised their horn wine glasses, drank heavily, and shouted for the slave girls to add more wine to them. As dishes were served one after another, the atmosphere around the long table became more relaxed and cheerful.

"That's right!" Gongren suddenly put down his wine glass: "Go and ask what the name of that village is. Also, our soldiers are prohibited from looting that village. If another villager has been kidnapped, release him immediately!" "Yumihiro-kun, why is this?" asked an officer who was already a bit drunk.

"Is this wine good?" Gongren raised his glass and waved it in front of the officer.

“Delicious!”

"But the wine in the cellar will always be finished!" Yumito said: "If you want to have endless wine in the future, you have to let these villagers return to the village, plant grapes and make fine wine. What's the point of arresting them? Use it? Do we still need those stupid and stupid slaves who only know how to herd sheep?"

"Kong Renlangjun? Could it be that the Prime Minister plans to take over the land west of Hexi?" an astute officer asked.

"Well!" Gongren nodded: "It's not just Hexi! Father has made an alliance with the Turks a few days ago!" He paused for a moment: "After we capture Ganzhou, the Turks will make peace with us Form an alliance to jointly deal with the Tang Dynasty. They will take their hometown and we will take Longyou and Hexi."

The long table fell silent, and cheers erupted immediately. For these Tibetan officers who were loyal to Qinling, their dream was to continuously wage wars, conquer new and richer lands, and get more spoils for themselves. , territory, slaves. They have all seen the wealth and prosperity of the land west of Hexi, which is far superior to Qinghai and Tubo. If they can occupy it, they will gain astonishing wealth.

"Take Hexi and go straight to Longyou!"

"After taking Longyou, you can attack Guanzhong. I heard that Chang'an City is magnificent. The streets in the city are inlaid with jade. Even the beggars in the city can wear brocade!"

"Can a beggar wear brocade? There is such a magical place in the world!"

"The residence of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty is naturally extraordinary! If I could live in Tai Chi Palace for one day, I would be willing to die!"

"Wearing brocade, holding a jade cup in hand, sipping fine wine for one day is better than a hundred years!"

"Yes, Gong Renlang, hurry up and attack the city! If we take Ganzhou one day early, we can attack Longyou and then take Chang'an directly. Let me wait for a few days to live like a man in heaven!"

Facing the call for battle at the long table, Gongren smiled and said nothing. After a while, he raised his hands and lowered his hands slightly: "Everyone, everyone, there is no need to rush. My father has already made arrangements for mobilizing troops, including attacking the city. , be it siege, we will all act in accordance with military orders!”

"Yes Yes!"

When Gong Ren mentioned the military order, the officers at the long table immediately calmed down. At that time, Tubo's military order was so severe that it was cruel. Since Qin Ling issued the military order, no one dared to disobey it. Seeing that his subordinates had calmed down, Gongren nodded with satisfaction: "Everyone, Ganzhou City is already in our possession. There is no need to shed any more precious blood of Tibetan warriors for this, and if it continues like this, It’s not a bad thing!”

"It's not a bad thing? What does Lang Jun mean?" an officer asked in confusion.

"Let's put it this way!" Gongren said with a smile: "We have been besieging the city for more than ten months. Have the Tang people sent reinforcements?"

"no!"

"That's right!" Gongren said with a smile: "Ganzhou City has been besieged for such a long time. If the Tang Dynasty people wanted to come to rescue, they would have come to rescue them long ago. But the Tang Dynasty people never came, at least they did not come with all their strength to rescue. It is said that it was besieged. After such a long time, no one came to rescue. This city should have surrendered long ago, but the city refused to surrender. What does this mean?" The Tibetan officers at the long table looked at each other. What Gong Ren just said was a common sense in ancient wars. ——If there is an army that must be rescued, then there is a city that must be defended; if there is no army that must be rescued, then there is no city that must be defended. If the [city] is strong and sincere, then all foolish men and women will cover the city and end up bleeding the city. The attack and defense of a city is largely a psychological issue. No matter how strong its fortifications are, how abundant the food and weapons are stored in the city, or how many defenders there are, there must be a prerequisite for defending a city - in There are people outside who have the ability and motivation to come to the rescue. Otherwise, the fall of the city is just a matter of time, because the resources of the defenders inside the city are limited, while the resources of the attackers outside the city are unlimited. As long as the time is long enough, the attackers can always exhaust the defenders' resources and break through the city. , exacting brutal revenge on the defenders. Since this is the case, it is a very sensible choice for the defenders to offer the city in exchange for preferential treatment.

Therefore, in ancient sieges, the attackers would try their best to isolate the inside and outside, preventing the defenders from getting external information and making them desperate; while the rescuers, regardless of whether they were sure enough or not, would try their best to make some rescue actions to avoid defending the city. The person surrendered out of despair. This kind of psychological game was very common in ancient sieges. So the insistence of these Tibetan officers on Ganzhou City is very strange - the Tang Dynasty has not sent reinforcements for so long, why are you insisting?

"Last night, my sentry caught a courier from the Tang Dynasty!" Gong Ren said with a smile: "He came from Chang'an, and he also brought an imperial letter with him!"

"Coming from Chang'an? Is there such a thing?" an officer said with a smile: "Then what was written in the letter?"

"You don't understand Chinese, I'll ask the interpreter to read it to you!" Gongren smiled and took out the letter from his sleeve and handed it to the interpreter behind him. The interpreter took the letter, coughed twice, and started reading. It was okay at first, but when I thought about it, the Tibetan officers at the long table started laughing, and some of them were mean and said with a smile: "If Zhang Quanwen is allowed to protect his son at this juncture, doesn't it mean that he is going to die?" "

"It's okay to shelter Zhang Quanwen, at least his son can really benefit from it. But the subsequent three-year restoration of Ganzhou is a joke. This Ganzhou is obviously in our hands, no matter how much taxes the people pay, how much labor we do After all, what’s the use of being exempted from Chang’an?”

"Yes, then I will grant you ten years of restoration to Guanzhong! You're welcome!"

First of all, I would like to thank all the book friends for their support, and I would like to reply to Chang Ge’s statement in the forum. Let’s put it this way, it’s not that I don’t want to write cool articles, but that I really can’t write them!