There were a few more wrinkles on his dark face. Wen Na had been sitting motionless in front of the observation post for more than an hour, his eyes still looking straight ahead. From the back, he seemed to be an old man with a slight hunchback. He still looks like the powerful hero of the past who dominated the battlefield, but no one intervened and despised him. Those who despised him have become history. All the generals stood silently behind him more than ten meters away. They all knew the general's habits, which were the precursors before a war broke out. The general always chose a suitable place to analyze tactics and countermeasures in detail. At this time, he The most taboo is for anyone to disturb him.
It's just that Wenner is not thinking about tactical countermeasures as his subordinates imagined. What he needs to consider is far from such simple and easy things. In his opinion, although the fortress in front of him was steep, it was not insurmountable. With his decades of experience in leading troops, he could see that the enemy obviously did not concentrate its main forces here. In other words, the enemy He had no intention of having a life-and-death battle with his side here. Since he didn't even have the determination to fight to the death, the outcome of this battle could be predicted without thinking.
The country of Burma has disappeared. Now there is only a special administrative region of Burma in the Tanghe Empire. It may not be long before it becomes Burma County or a territory directly under the command of a certain king. In short, the country of Burma no longer exists. Thinking of this, Wenner couldn't help but let out a deep sigh. It's not my fault that the country has perished, so why do I always have to deal with everything? As a Burmese, I dare not say that I am the person in Burma who can see the current situation clearly, but I can still clearly understand the changing situation in the eastern continent. In a blink of an eye, Burma became Lang Yongquan's territory. He still treats Lang Yongquan. Quite admired, no matter in terms of political and military strategies or scheming, he had to admit that he was no match for Lang Yongquan, that he could peacefully take Myanmar as his own, and that he could marry the king of Myanmar openly and honestly. , this hand is indeed beautifully done.
He is not a narrow nationalist. The demise of a national dynasty has many deep-seated reasons. It is not as simple as the invasion of foreign enemies, especially internal factors play a leading role. Talents have emerged from generation to generation, and each nation has been at the forefront for decades. Which nation can take the initiative and take advantage in today's mainland depends on its own nation's accumulation over the years and standing on the shoulders of other weak nations. This is not surprising. It is a world where the weak eat the strong. The strong survive and the weak are eliminated. This is just such a reality. There is no doubt about the power of the Tang clan. Even the Lang family is many times stronger than the Burmese. If they choose to fight, the outcome will be the destruction of the family and the country. Therefore, he chose to retreat and wait and see, but he still underestimated it. When Lang Yongquan's invitation letter full of admiration was sent to his home, he knew that his little plan was shattered. As someone who had been in the political center, he knew that the more polite and polite there were hidden things behind them. What, if he didn't obediently accept the other party's invitation and swear allegiance, he was afraid that the Wen family would really be wiped out from this world, so he did not hesitate and immediately chose to pledge his allegiance.
He has seen all the people under Lang Yongquan, some are brave and brave, some are calm and strategic, some are good at planning, and some are good at leading troops, but only Yang Mubai makes him feel something elusive and unpredictable. Often the most dangerous. He didn't want to rebel against Lang Yongquan. At least Lang Yongquan was sincere to him at the moment, but sincerity could not be the deciding factor in his lifelong loyalty to him. If you cannot become a strong person, then you must rely on a strong person, otherwise you will become the garbage abandoned by history. It is too early to draw a conclusion as to whether Lang Yongquan is a strong player. It seems that he is at present, but it does not mean that he will always be. Maybe I still lack confidence in him.
Although Lang Yongquan put himself on the stage of war so quickly, he was not surprised or dissatisfied. He could still trust his own soldiers, not to mention that when he first established the army, Lang Yongquan did not hesitate to invest a lot of money. and equipment to help him arm himself in the shortest time. Although the number was far less than that of the regular army, the establishment of the two divisions already made him overjoyed. At this point, he admired Lang Yongquan's mind very much.
The gloomy sky fluctuated like a person's mood. Wenner finally recovered his wandering thoughts and moved his body slightly. Someone had already followed behind him: "Father, everything is ready. It will be after lunch." Attack again, or—?”
"There is no need to delay, launch an attack immediately, order the center line to organize city assault vehicles and ladders to launch a direct attack, use mountain infantry to break through on both wings, and cooperate with other services. The enemy does not have much fighting spirit. End the battle before dinner!" He waved his hand indifferently to interrupt his third son. After asking, Wenner gave a decisive order.
"I understand, father!" He immediately bowed and retreated.
On December 27, 696 in the Gregorian calendar of the mainland, the first battle known in history as the "San Francisco's Invasion of the Central Plains" officially opened at the small mountain gate in the southwest of Hanzhong Prefecture. Winner, known as the Tiger of Burma, led his five sons in 50,000 Burma. With the assistance of the disciple soldiers, it only took half a day to break through the first pass of the Hanzhong Taiping Army on the southern front - Xiaoshanmen, annihilate more than 3,000 enemies, and win the first victory of the Wenner family's march into the Central Plains. .
Although this checkpoint is not important, and the Taiping Army obviously does not intend to entangle here, it is just using the dangerous terrain to kill the enemy's effective forces and understand the situation, but it greatly boosted the morale of the newly formed Burmese Army. This is the first battle of the army. The size of the victory is not important. What is important is that a victory must be achieved.
"Father, is the Taiping Army nothing more than this?" A somewhat excited young man followed behind the indifferent Wen Na and said, "I think the combat effectiveness of our army has improved a lot."
Hearing what the young man behind him said, Wenner seemed to be aware of the problem here. He raised his thick eyebrows and said sternly: "Is this your opinion or everyone else's opinion?!"
After being sternly shouted by his father, the young man suddenly hesitated under his father's power: "This, although this is the child's own opinion, from the child's point of view, everyone should think so, right?"
"Hmph! The frog in the well!" Wen snorted coldly from his nose, and glanced at the young man with a knife-like gaze, which made the young man shrink involuntarily and his head quickly dropped.
"If the Taiping Army is so easy to control, how can the Tanghe Empire be defeated so easily? Can they still be the king and hegemony among the Tang people? Are you so vulnerable as a Tang people?" A series of rhetorical questions The young man was speechless when asked, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence from his broad mouth: "Then it is true that we took Xiaoshanmen in only half a day, and it is not a lie to annihilate three thousand of them, right? "
"Use your brain and think about it. How can the Taiping Army fight us to the death on this second-rate level? Look at what they left us. It's just a dilapidated ruin. They are obviously well prepared. Retreat! They are very smart and will choose the best place and time to fight us." Wenner's tone became gentler. After all, he is his son. There is only one person present, so there is no need to make the atmosphere so tense. .
"Then what should we do? The next level is Dashan Pass, which is a tough one. I have studied it repeatedly. The danger and fortifications there are not even close to those here." The young man suddenly became anxious. , "Then according to what you said, father, wouldn't it cost us a lot to attack there?"
"Isn't it just a considerable price? If we really have to fight hard, we don't have much chance of winning." There was no trace of anxiety or worry on Wenner's face, and his tone was unhurried.
"Then-" The young man looked puzzled.
"You don't need to worry about this. Being a father has its own reasons." He waved his hand to stop the young man's words. A complicated look appeared on Wenner's slightly older face. Speaking from his heart, he still had doubts in his heart until now. If a regiment really wants to rely on the more than 40,000 soldiers they have just trained to attack the well-defended and dangerous Dasan Pass, they will undoubtedly die in vain, but the coach has made it clear that he only needs to win Xiaoshanmen, push the troops to Dashan Pass, and other things will be arranged in due course. Until now, he doesn't understand what's weird about it, but he knows that Lang Yongquan is not a random person, and his arrangement naturally has its own reasons. , I just need to follow the orders.
"Mu Bai, Wen Na has taken the small mountain gate, and the troops are advancing. It is estimated that they can reach Dashan Pass tonight." Looking at the map hanging in the big tent, Lang Yongquan, who was dressed in military uniform, seemed to be a few years younger, with gray hair. His hair was wrapped in a phoenix-winged helmet, and he looked like he was only in his early forties, quite a bit of a strategist.
"Well, we should be ready over there. Everything is ready. All we need is the east wind. When the time comes, we can take advantage of the victory and advance." Yang Mubai's face was full of confidence. The deployment over the years can be seen. The result tonight is here, I believe you won’t be disappointed.
"As long as Dashan Pass is captured, the entire Hanzhong Basin will be under our control. Maybe Lin Guoxiong is still worried about the actions of the Machikhan people? Haha, if you miss this village, there will no longer be that store. Lin Guoxiong will probably You will regret this for the rest of your life." Lang Yongquan felt extremely happy to see his old rival struggling.
"Sir, don't be too optimistic. Lin Guoxiong is not an easy person. If the Machihan people don't work hard, I doubt how much trouble their actions will bring to Lin Guoxiong, an old fox." Yang Mubai, who was wearing a Confucian shirt, also had a look on his face. Very easily, "Fortunately, we don't rely on the Machikhans. It's good if they can drag us up for a while, but we can't drag them on, and we won't place our hopes on them."
"That's natural. Your destiny is in your own hands." Lang Yongquan smiled proudly.