warring states careerist

Chapter 848 Journey of a Letter
After the verification, I handed the letter to the other party, and prayed, but I didn't know how the other party planned to send the letter.

After thinking about it again, it seems that there are quite a lot of Mohist organizations in Han Junjun, and I am afraid that there is not just a thread hidden among the people who deliver the food.

The people who received the letter belonged to the company next to them. I didn't recognize them before, but I can tell from the route those people took back to the camp just now.

The drums sounded, and a new round of siege seemed to start again.

After more than ten days of fighting, the gap in the city wall that was originally tens of steps wide has nearly doubled, but the Wei and Han coalition forces also paid a huge price.

The gap is too small, and the Zheng people inside can organize a counterattack and block it with artillery, making the attack extremely difficult.

The bombardment outside the city wall and the battle to climb the city inevitably cost a lot every day.

After paying a lot, there is finally a gap big enough to deploy the camp, move the artillery forward, and hoard troops to prepare for deployment. The purpose of the Wei and Han coalition forces in the past few days is to stabilize the gap.

The piled up corpses already gave off some stench, and a large number of corpses were piled up under the city wall near the gap and in the open space behind the gap.

At this time, the weather was not very cold. In late autumn and early winter, the temperature in Xinzheng was not low, and the corpses piled up on the ground would swell within three to five days.

From time to time, there would be bursts of crackling sounds, which also dealt a great blow to the morale of the Wei and Han coalition forces.

In the chief general's tent, as the chief general's humerus assisting the wings, the alchemist who masters hundreds of medicines to cure golden sores and cure all diseases is speaking to the chief general of the Korean army.

"General, although some of the principles of the Mohists are absurd, there are also some of them that can be used. Now that the corpses are piled up, it will take time for our army to break through the city. With a large army, disease is easy to occur."

"Besides, the accumulation of corpses is bad for our army's morale. Why don't you send a few confidantes to the city to make an agreement to clean up the corpses."

"One can prevent the plague, and the other can make soldiers dare to use their lives. Corpses pile up, and soldiers don't want their corpses to rot under the scorching sun."

The general of the Han army understood the current situation, and it was already impossible to capture Xinzheng before the arrival of reinforcements.

The scramble at the gap lasted for several days, and there were many casualties. This is just a small place where they can launch an offensive deployment.

Only when reinforcements and follow-up artillery arrived, while the main attack was feigned, and a few more gaps were opened, would it be possible to capture Xinzheng.

The war will continue for a while, and the accumulation of corpses is indeed quite detrimental to the morale of the army.

Those who died in the city were basically soldiers of the Wei and Han coalition forces. Except for a counterattack organized by the city a few days ago, taking advantage of the lax defense outside the city, most of the corpses that have not yet been taken in are from the Wei and Han coalition forces. It seemed that there were a lot of dead people, and the soldiers were frightened.

The alchemist is the humerus wing of the general, and presides over all kinds of daily work. After all, war is not just the few hours when the two armies face each other. The opinions put forward by the alchemist are very reasonable.

The general of Han Jun said: "That's fine. When the Heze League was held, the Mohists advocated the establishment of healers on the battlefields of Zhuxia, and they advocated that the truce for the storage of corpses must be observed."

"They shouldn't refuse, just be quick and don't give them too much time to recuperate."

"After the corpse is contained, let the warlock bury it."

It is not up to alchemists to arrange who to enter to negotiate, and this matter is not a matter of the Han army.

The alchemist stepped back after speaking, saying that was enough, he couldn't say more, otherwise it would be easy to expose problems in the future.

In the evening, the people who entered the city to negotiate returned, and the city agreed to keep the corpses before dark.But it is not allowed to carry weapons, and Zheng people will not attack. If someone carries weapons, it is considered a fraud.

Wei Han organized more than a thousand people, without weapons, to enter under the range of the city wall and the open space behind, and use various tools to bring back the corpses on the ground.

Some are so rotten that they become sticky when touched, so they are scooped up with tools such as shovels.

Near the second line of defense in the city, several people quietly looked at the people who were cleaning up the corpses behind them. There were still dozens of steps away from the second simple city wall built in the city. The furthest end of the attack.

Because the gap had not been expanded before, the troops could not be deployed, so some people died here on the first day the gap was opened.

A corporal in the crowd touched the letter in his arms, thinking about how he could have a chance to deliver the letter.

He didn't need to think too much about the future. His parents were dead and unmarried. The few people in the same army were similar to him, and they were the first batch of "professional soldiers" in Korea.

The people in the same team were also Mohists, and when they turned over the corpses, they felt even more disgusted with this kind of unjust battle.

Zheng Guo is a small country, and he didn't find anyone or provoke anyone. Wei Han just wanted to kill others because he coveted their land and wealth.Killing the people of Zheng also killed his own people. According to the Mohists, the lives of these soldiers who died here should be counted on Wei Han Junhou who advocated the war.

The corporal leader could even imagine how much suffering would be brought if South Korea chose to move the capital to Xinzheng after occupying Zheng.

If South Korea moves its capital, it must bring a large number of Koreans along with it. Otherwise, there will be a lack of Koreans in the capital of Zheng Guoguo, which has a blood feud with South Korea, and Han Hou will also be frightened.

If people want to move, then someone has to move away. The Koreans who move in can't drink the northwest wind and have to have land.

Zheng Guo was destroyed, Zheng Guo’s public land, salary land, and noble fiefdoms must belong to South Korea, but the people on the land are not Korean, which requires an exchange: drive the people here to the old South Korean fief Farmer, move some Koreans here again.

This has been the case since ancient times. The first thing to do after breaking down the city is to relocate people. This has been a matter of course since ancient times.

But it also happens that this is a matter of course, so that more and more people who have accepted the enlightenment of the theory of a hundred schools of thought are full of hatred for the existence of nobles, and with the extension of this ignorant spontaneous hatred, they gradually understand the old Institutional old world irrationality.

The corporal holding the letter believes that everything he does is in line with the righteousness and is also beneficial to himself. After all, only he can fight for his own interests, and the benefit of the world can ultimately benefit himself.

After lamenting, all he could think of was how to get the letter into the city.

If you rush over rashly, the people in the city will definitely choose to shoot with muskets, bows and crossbows. It is not so easy to run at a distance of fifty steps.

As the corpses next to him were gradually cleaned up and it was getting dark, the corporal leader suddenly thought of what he should do.

Just when the voice of shouting for them to be quicker came from behind, the corporal leader and his comrades around him suddenly put down the corpse in their hands and took a few steps forward.

A white cotton cloth was taken out from the corporal leader's arms, and it was flying high in his hands.

He didn't choose to run fast, because if he ran fast, he might be attacked by the city.

Under the astonished gazes of those in front and behind, five people sang a song in Han dialect.

They believed that no matter whether those guarding the city were from Sishang or Zheng Guo, no matter whether they could understand what they were singing in these dialects, as long as they sang, people would know what they were going to do.

This is a very cheerful little tune, sung on such an evening full of stench and dead bodies, as if the sun had risen again to drive away the stench and gloom.

"Oh, it's going to be okay, it's going to be okay, it's going to be okay!"

"The common people keep singing over and over again today."

"Oh, it's going to be okay, it's going to be okay, it's going to be okay!"

"Even if there are still people who want to harm the world, everything will be settled down."

"The enemies of the common people are terrified and frightened, but we say it's too good."

"Oh, it's going to be okay, it's going to be okay, it's going to be okay!"

"In the past, Mozi seemed to be prophesying, singing the songs of the common people, telling the people of the world:"

"Ah, everything will be fine, everything will be fine, everything will be fine! Even if there are still people who want to harm the world, everything will be settled."

"The common people of the world have been silent for thousands of years, now it's time for the silverfish to repent and admit their mistakes."

"Ah, everything will be fine, everything will be fine, everything will be fine! Silverfish should admit their mistakes for wealth that does not belong to them."

"Ah, it will be fine, it will be fine, it will be fine! Follow the motto of "Promised Land", and the people will make the laws of the world, ah, it will be fine, it will be fine, it will be fine!"

"We want silverfish to bow their knees, and common people to raise their eyebrows, ah, everything will be fine, everything will be fine, everything will be fine! True morality will guide us."

"Oh, it's going to be okay, it's going to be okay, it's going to be okay!"

"The common people keep singing over and over again today."

"Oh, it's going to be okay, it's going to be okay, it's going to be okay!"

"Even if thousands of years have passed, the people will still remember this in their hearts."

"The reign of injustice will end, and the forces of justice will prevail."

"Ah, everything will be fine, everything will be fine, everything will be fine! The common people no longer need the nobles who are passed down by blood."

"Ah, everything will be fine, everything will be fine, everything will be fine! Equality will become the highest level of morality in the world."

"Ah, everything will be fine, everything will be fine, everything will be fine! Trample those silverfish to death."

"Oh, it's all right, it's all good, it's all good! Hang that silverfish on a stake..."

The singing is very cheerful, but the bloody smell contained in it cannot be heard from the tune.

It looks like the sunset glow in the sky, its color is stained with blood, but unless there are very special circumstances, no one will associate it with blood.

It is very similar to the most popular love songs of Zheng Guo or those slang songs sung at folk gatherings, and the styles of "Fu" and "Xing" are not too standard but can still be heard.

The originally short and quiet battlefield became quieter because of this cheerful song.

Those Wei and Han soldiers who were busy cleaning up the corpses raised their heads and looked at the five people holding white flags who were approaching the city wall of Xinzheng in the distance. They put down the corpses in their hands blankly and listened to what they sang.

I couldn't hear clearly.

Soon the new city defense also sang the same tune.

However, it was even more difficult to hear, because it was not Yayin, nor Wei Han dialect, but the more vernacular Zheng Guo dialect and Sishang dialect, so I was even more at a loss.

The tune is the same, the pronunciation of the words is very different.

Those who can sing will not be at a loss, because even if they don't understand the lyrics, they can understand the song.

Many people who understood, such as the alchemists in the camp, the officers of the new army, the artisans accompanying the army, and the minor officials in charge...Looking at the five people who were getting closer to the city wall, they prayed silently.

(End of this chapter)