Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1307 The pit is 294 meters deep, and the situation on New Year's Eve
From Mobei to Monan, and then into Zhongzhou, Xiaoqian's army traveled a long distance, and it was the New Year's Eve of the first year of Jingchang.At this time, the sky is cold, the snow is still flying, and the war is imminent. The travelers returning home are almost worried.

At dusk, at the foot of the mountain in Junxian County, the marching felt tents of the Beimeng cavalry stood like mushrooms in the snow under the sky.At first glance, the felt tents are in disarray, without any structure.

But those who are knowledgeable know that the layout of the felt tent coincides with the ingenious gossip formation.

Of course, this formation came from Mo Jiu's idea.

Knowing how to use tricks, being skillful in art, the ability of a Mohist giant is not just talk.Following Xiao Qiannan all the way from Hara and Lin, she was thinking about something that could help him and be useful to him.The Mo family has some firearms in stock, but they are all stored on Xinglong Mountain, so they cannot be transported in such a short time.Moreover, the current Mohist firearms are still far behind in terms of quantity and quality for a large army of 10 people.

So, Mo Jiu thought about the formation.

Ancient wars mainly relied on formations and layouts. For example, the famous Battle of Feishui, a classic battle in which less was more and more was won, relied on Xie An's ingenious formations and layouts.Because of the backwardness of communication in ancient wars, there were misunderstandings in information transmission. When the two armies were at war, the commander's will was often not accurately known to each soldier, which gave the enemy a great opportunity.Once the formation is not enough, if there is chaos in one place, there will be chaos everywhere, and if there is chaos everywhere, you will lose the battle.

Xiao Qian used to be a well-known general in Nanrong, so he is naturally a good player when it comes to marching formations.

But when his traditional military formation was integrated with the ingenuity of Mo Jiu's mechanism and gossip, he seemed to be suddenly enlightened and found a door to a new world.Most of the things in the world are intertwined, such as the deployment of a large army, with a small gossip layout that complements each other, it can be much more meticulous.

After praising Mo Jiu, he gradually caught up with the thinking of the Mohists, forming formations, practicing, modifying, pushing, and then again—the two figures became addicted to this thing, and they traveled all the way from Mobei County, every time they are stationed and deployed, they will use different layout methods, and then let the soldiers train attack and defense, like a military exercise, after several times, the soldiers are also willing to play, and they have also gained a lot of experience and lessons. He has practiced a variety of offensive and defensive formations to perfection.

So, out of joy, Xiao Qian gave an order, and the army rested on the spot and celebrated the New Year together.

People in Beimeng never celebrate the new year, but no one doesn't like festivals.

Especially before the start of the war, who wouldn't like eating and drinking?

At the foot of the mountain in Jun County, felt tents are dotted, and laughter and laughter fly into the sky like snowflakes!

For Su He, the prince, it took only a little over a month for them to go from doubting to respecting, admiring, obeying, and even feeling grateful to him.It has to be said that this is Xiao Qian's personality charm.Leading troops to fight is different from other professions. It pays too much attention to the control of people's hearts and the unity of the army.A commander must let the soldiers obey you and obey you, so that the execution of orders will be effective, which is also the basis for winning battles.In a victorious army, there must be a soul.

Xiao Qian has always played such a role in the army.

The charisma of the leader determines the strength of the army.He governed the army strictly, but also with love.Before arriving at Junxian Mountain, the advance troops were sent to Zhongzhou early, and the four towns and neighbors asked local residents to buy pigs, sheep and vegetables for the soldiers to have a good year.

During the war, these things are scarce events.

Before the Beimeng army reached Zhongzhou, all the common people here fled if they could, and those who had nowhere to escape closed their doors and closed their houses all day long, avoiding them far away.They were enslaved by the Ping people before the fall of the Ping country, and they were always humiliated by the inferior people. Now I heard that the Beimeng people are more ruthless than the Ping people, and they are all monsters who drink blood and eat raw meat. The Bei Mengbing who came to the door for food, would be so polite?
If people don't kill and set fire, the common people are already flattered.

They originally thought of giving them everything, as long as the whole family was safe.

As a result, the Beimeng soldiers gave them settlement money...

When a good result is greater than the bad psychological expectations, huge changes can easily make people feel strange.

What was supposed to be an enemy turned into a benefactor in an instant!

How many pigs and sheep will be eaten by an army of 30 people?

Therefore, this "acquisition event" prepared for New Year's Eve has a wide range of radiation.

Therefore, the deeds of Prince Su He's love for the people spread quickly.Xiao Qian's actions like this may have been done deliberately by him, or maybe it was just unintentional due to his personality, but regardless of the reason, it is only about the result.This incident laid a great mass foundation for him to successfully enter the Central Plains in the future without arousing the disgust of the people, and attracted a large number of Nanrong officials to surrender. It also had an extremely profound impact on his later ruling——

Don't mention anything later, just talk about this moment.

The Beimeng army, who had traveled long distances, lit a fire and cooked at the foot of the mountain in Jun County, smelling the smell of meat that they hadn't tasted in a long time, and watching the smoke curling up in the snow, the blood in their bodies was excited.In the camp, they practiced their fists, or wrestled their wrists, or looked for firewood. They did not enjoy themselves.

In the folk songs of Beimeng, the food was delicious, and the wine bought by the Generalissimo also arrived.

There are many people in the army, and the consumption is huge. The cattle and sheep transporting wine are lined up for several miles.

After eating this meal, it's time to go to the battlefield!

The blood is hot, the wine is warm, the big guys are already mentally prepared, and they are not afraid of war anymore.Picking up the bowl happily, drinking heavily, and eating a large piece of meat, this kind of visual sense is like going out for a picnic...

"Good wine!"

"Good meat!"

"My lord!"

"Ha ha!"

"Brothers, come and eat!"

"Tsk, the taste of this pork is not as strong as beef."

"If you have something to eat, you can enjoy it! If it weren't for the prince, you are still gnawing hard steamed buns with dried vegetables. Where did you get the meat? Get out of the way, let me come if you don't eat it. Damn it, your mouth is watering." Come out, take another bite!"

"Get lost! I don't want to eat it? Good meat, good wine, good prince, don't lose money!"

One person said, a hundred people said, a thousand people said, 1 people said, and more and more people said, so, the phrase "good wine, good meat, good prince" unconsciously spread with the mountain wind of hunting It touched Mo Jiu's ears, and she couldn't laugh or cry.

"It seems that the prince can eat it too."

"Can't you eat it?" Xiao Qian teased him lightly, speaking very calmly.

"Can you?" Mo Jiu tugged at her big cuffs and leaned over to pick up vegetables.

"Can't it? Doesn't Ah Jiu know?"

"I don't know."

"I don't know—then what did you eat last night?"

"...Bah! Shameless!"

"If you lose face, you will lose your daughter-in-law!"

"Tsk! When did you become thick-skinned?"

In the middle of the noisy Junxian mountain camp, there is a tent that is bigger than other places.

In the felt tent, a stove was burned and the cold was expelled.Mo Jiu and Xiao Qian sat facing each other, making fun of each other.Xiao Qian did not have the war armor, sitting upright, the fairy posture, clear and dusty.Mo Jiu was lazily sitting on a wooden board covered with a thick blanket, looking very uncomfortable.In front of them, there are finely fried side dishes, two white flour steamed buns, a plate of thinly sliced ​​stewed beef, and a plate of stir-fried bean sprouts with steamed buns. The style looks simple, but it is mouth-watering. ruler.

Dajun was traveling outside, and only she, a pregnant woman, had the opportunity to enjoy this kind of food.

Not to mention others, even Xiao Qian himself is reluctant to share her delicacies.

He likes to see her eating beautifully, but he loves her for working so hard.After seeing her finished speaking, she hurriedly took a piece of stewed beef into her mouth, couldn't help pursing her lips into a smile, took out the handkerchief, and reached out to wipe the corner of her mouth.

"Ah Jiu, eat slowly, there is still some left after eating, and no one will grab yours, what's the hurry?"

"Yeah! It's delicious. Hey, you can eat it too! See if I taste good?"

"I'm going to go out later, and I have to eat and drink with the generals, so keep my stomach first."

"Oh, okay!" Mo Jiu was pregnant, and in just a short time, her chin became rounded, and her appetite really increased, and she was especially able to eat.Originally, for this matter, Xiao Qian planned to put her in Gacha Village and continue southward without taking her, but she stalked her, saying that Yinshan was too close to Hala and Lin, so it was better to be safe and comfortable with him.

Besides, Bianjing is the lair of Xiaoqian's old department, which is close to Xinglong Mountain.

After passing Bianjing, she can go back to Xinglong Mountain, isn't that more convenient than Yinshan?
Unable to withstand her prodding for two days and three heads, and the high-end supporting services, Xiao Qian finally surrendered.

Therefore, in order not to be a burden to him, Mo Jiu went all out to help him.

The creativity of those formations came from such motivation.

Mo Jiu ate half full, hiccupped, stroked his stomach, saw that Xiao Qian didn't move his chopsticks, seemed to be a little distracted, and couldn't help but wondered, "My lord, it's Chinese New Year today, what's the matter?" ?”

Xiao Qian shook his head, "Don't worry about it, just rest in the felt tent after eating."

That being said, something is wrong.

Mo Jiu put down his chopsticks and began to frown, "Is it a big deal or a small thing?"

Xiao Qian was taken aback, "How about big things? How about small things?"

Mo Jiu said: "You are in charge of the house, so you can be the master of big things. For small things, don't bother you, just tell me, and I will take care of it."

Xiao Qian couldn't help laughing at her pretty serious look, "Then dare to ask Ah Jiu, what is a big thing and what is a small thing?"

Mo Jiu pondered for a while, "For example, Beimeng's attack on Nanrong is a major event, while other matters are considered trivial."

"..."

It's not up to them to decide whether Beimeng fights Nanrong?

This little girl loves to take advantage of loopholes.Xiao Qian scratched her nose with a smile, and stood up slowly, "This matter is similar to Beimeng beating Nanrong, isn't it a big deal?! So, let me make the decision."

"..." Mo Jiu bound herself into a cocoon and became dumb.

"I'm going out, I have to get ready, Ah Jiu has a rest after eating, and goes to bed early."

I rely on!Is there really a war to fight?

Watching him put on his big cloak and get out of the felt curtain, and his slender figure disappear in front of him, Mo Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

She was silent and thought a lot.

This is Junxian Mountain, which is still some way away from Bianjing.Xiao Qian did not let the army enter the city, let alone disturb the people.Stationed in this place where there is no village in the front and no store in the back, there is no one to provoke anyone at all. So, if there is a war tonight, who will it be between?
...Gu Liyang?

Thinking of this person, Mo Jiu was startled.

Gu Liyang was one of Xiao Qian's two generals when he led the army in Nanrong.After Chi Zhong was gone, it was him.But he is a native of Nanrong, it is normal to have Nanrong in his heart.Moreover, even if he has his heart towards Xiao Qian and is willing to surrender to Xiao Qian, the soldiers under his command may not be obedient.They were all born and raised in Nanrong, not to mention Gu Liyang, even if the "dead" Xiao Qian went back alive and made the army turn against Nanrong, it might not be successful.

So, should Gu Liyang be loyal or righteous?I'm afraid there will be a dilemma.

But Mo Jiu had thought about the final solution of the bad decision for him, the worst would be to disarm and return to the field, and not to participate in the war between them.But never thought that Gu Liyang would come to beat Xiao Qian?

But if not him, who else?
In a moment of panic, she was restless and even lost her appetite.

It has been almost a month since war was declared, but no real war has been fought.

Today's New Year's Eve, the people in Beimeng are not good, but the people in Nanrong are very particular. Will they come?

After much deliberation, Mo Jiu finally couldn't sit still, and called Mei'er over, put on a cloak with a hat, and slowly got out of the felt tent, but saw Mo Wang waiting outside in the wind and rain.She couldn't help but startled, "Didn't Senior Brother go to eat?"

Mo Wang glanced at her, his eyes flickered slightly, he didn't answer, but asked instead, "Where is Juzi going?"

Mo Jiu smiled and rubbed his hands from the cold, "I'm going to visit my disciples and get together with them. Chinese New Year, although I can't drink, I still have to have fun with the big guys, right?"

His face relaxed slightly, Mo Wang nodded, "Then let's go there together?"

With a hum, Mo Jiu followed beside him.

The disciples of the Mo family lived very close to her, but only three or four felt tents away, and before a few of them reached the place, they heard laughter from inside, and the corners of Mo Jiu's lips lifted slightly, feeling that the whole heart was warm.

In fact, after these things, she paid more and more attention to Mohist disciples.

She knew in her heart that besides Xiao Qian, only these people would treat her wholeheartedly and obey her orders.And she is their big son, and she has to do her best to treat them well and let them live a good life.

In the end, how many people who joined the Mohist sect really came here to preach and help the people?

She used to see the disciples of the Mo family. Most people are lonely and lonely. They have no loved ones and no family can rely on.In ancient times, it was different from future generations. People need to survive well. They especially need to rely on their families and forces. A person's ability is too weak in today's society. Only at this time can the value of the living animals complement each other ...

Say one thousand, say ten thousand, everyone just wants to survive.

She is a giant, and she wants to give them the best foundation for survival.

Starting from the series of reforms after she took over the Mohist School, she has been on this road.Allow disciples to obtain the greatest freedom while at the same time gaining the greatest living resources and benefit space.

Only eternal interests can bind eternal relationships.

They are all living well, so they will be loyal to her. This is a virtuous circle.

"Xiao Jiu—be careful of bumping your head." Mo Huang raised the curtain, leaned slightly, leaned on Mo Jiu's head to support the door frame, and shouted inside, "Juzi is here for a new year!"

Twenty or thirty Mohist disciples were sitting cross-legged in the felt tent eating and drinking.

After hearing Mo Wang's words, they turned their heads one after another, showing joy on their faces.

"Hello Juzi—"

"Juzi, come and sit down!"

"This body is heavy, be careful, and quickly take a high stool."

They have developed a habit for a long time, and they will not kneel down easily to Mo Jiu, especially in private. The way they get along is more like brothers and sisters in the true sense, but their respect is no less than before.Mo Jiu liked this, smiled at them, took off the cloak on her body and handed it to Meier, then rubbed her hands and sat there, looking at the felt in the middle.

"Let me see, what do you eat?"

"This New Year's Eve dinner is really rich! Deacon Zuo said that Juzi specially ordered the meat and vegetables he bought!"

"Hey, it's really good!" Mo Jiu was not polite, and sat down with chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat, chewed and nodded, "Our chef is getting better and better. I will reward him with a beauty."

"Haha!" The disciples all burst into laughter, and looked at the fat man sitting in the corner, "I'm afraid that the beauty can't stand Liu Er's weight! If more than 200 catties are dropped, the beauty will be reduced to pieces of paper. "

Everyone roared with laughter again.

Mo Jiu also laughed, "This Liu Er, how much food did you steal? Hurry up and tell me!"

"Quick, tell me! Juzi wants you to tell me!"

The big guys chatted in full swing, and on the other side, Xiao Qian and a group of generals who were full of wine and food from Beimeng also sat together to talk.After clinking a few glasses, as soon as the wine was served, these General Beimeng, who had been holding back for more than a month, couldn't bear it anymore.They just felt that they were full of energy and had nowhere to vent, and they all wished to go out with their knives immediately, and it would be refreshing to stab a few Nan Rong.

"Grand Marshal! When will we set off to attack Bianjing City?"

Bianjing has always been the hatred of Beimeng people.

Not only because it used to be the imperial capital of the Pian people, but also because of its special geographical location.

Advancing can be attacked, retreating can be defended, what a strategic fortress.

The last time Beimeng almost took control of Bianjing, but Xiao Qian took the lead.

So now that Bianjing is in sight, everyone is like a wolf and a tiger, and they can't wait to fight.

But Xiao Qian toasted lightly, "It's Chinese New Year today, let's not talk about this, let's talk about it after eating and drinking!"

"My lord!" A middle-aged general with a beard stood up. He was the tallest and thinnest among the group of Beimeng people. What are your plans for the battle of Bianjing? I heard that Gu Liyang is not a mediocre person—"

Just as he was speaking, a spies outside suddenly reported loudly.

"Report to the Grand Marshal! There are a large number of Nan Rong soldiers coming to commit crimes—"

　It’s Double Eleven, let’s go shopping~ hahaha

　　
　
(End of this chapter)