Southern Xinjiang, in the military tent.
Pasha is a black-faced man, his face is light and expressionless.
He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, holding a page of letter paper in one hand, and resting the other hand on the parchment map, searching for a place.
Standing in front of the map was a man who looked like a Central Plains man, a typical middle-aged man in his thirties or forties who wouldn't be familiar with him even if he had seen him a few times. He was holding the sheepskin hat in one hand, his mouth was wide, and he couldn't see a smile. His neck was leaning forward, and he couldn't stop rubbing the endless perspiration on his chin with the fur that was rolled around the edge of the hat.
Pasha watched for a while, and then said coldly, "Go down and receive the reward."
The man's lips curled up flatteringly, and he bowed twice with a smile: "Master Xie, Master Xie."
He bent down and stepped out like a shrimp.
When the people left, Pasha snorted coldly.
His lieutenant followed, with a gloomy expression: "Master Pasha, do you still believe the name of Chu?"
Pasha pondered, actually a default appearance.
"Why do you still believe him?!" Pasha's lieutenant was Aisha's nephew, and was extremely annoyed by the death of his uncle, "He caused the sudden death of Lord Aisha, and we also detected poison from the paint. His letter is clearly intended to kill Lord Aisha!"
Pasha said vaguely: "He has sent a lot of useful secret messages. It is a camel thorn that we buried in the Beifu army. How can we ignore it."
The lieutenant is not flat: "A few days ago, Dingyuan was defeated and thousands of elite soldiers were lost. Isn't that what he asked us to attack?"
Pasha was a little irritable, and raised his voice slightly: "But the information he gave is correct! We have three attacks, but Wen Feiru did not play!"
The lieutenant stopped talking, but looking at his face, it didn't look like he was persuaded.
He asked, "Does the general think that the Beifu army really wants to attack Fusui?"
Fusui is a city captured by the Southern Border in the previous year's war. Like Peicheng, it is located at the border of Zhennanguan. The city has a strong defense and is easy to defend and difficult to attack.
Because Fusui's geographical location is not superior, and it is a tough bone, the Beifu Army faces this steel fortress and has not moved for a year in order to recuperate.
Pasha asked: "Why do you think the Beifu army will not seize the city?"
The lieutenant said, "It's not that my subordinates don't believe your judgment, or that they don't believe what the surnamed Chu said. The Beifu army hasn't moved for a year, so why are they attacking Fusui now?"
Pasha asked back, "Do you know that the Thirteenth Prince went to the border to represent the old dog in the Central Plains."
The lieutenant was startled.
Pasha looked down at the sheepskin map: "The dogs in the Central Plains are very happy, and Jinghong was no exception at that time. Naturally, he wanted to find a good battle to show the emperor. The victory of Peicheng is close at hand. Taking advantage of the high morale, we will win one more victory. Fusui is the best choice."
Pasha pointed to Fusui on the map: "...Fusui is not a big city, but its terrain is easy to defend and difficult to attack. They don't need to attack, just besiege the city, and three thousand soldiers and horses are enough. The number of Beifu troops that can be mobilized within two days is only three thousand at most."
Lieutenant General: "There are 2,000 soldiers and horses in the city. The danger of relying on the ground can always last until the reinforcements come?"
Pasha: "Are you stupid? You do the math. Fusui is located on the edge of Zhennan Pass, a small town, and the whistle is put out every five days to show safety. Can the soldiers give up the danger of the city and use two thousand troops to beat the enemy of three thousand?"
The lieutenant was still unconvinced: "Although there is no beacon tower in Fusui, there is a warning whistle, and if the safety is not reported within five days, the close army will send spies to investigate the situation. Besides, the subordinates remember clearly, and calculate the date. Wu Yichun General Wu's grain-transporting army has not long since transported new grain to Fusui, so what should Fusui be afraid of during the five-day siege?"
Pasha asked again: "...Then do you remember that the drinking water in the whole city of Fusui is only supplied by the Fusui River?"
The lieutenant was speechless.
"The Fusui River is but a tributary. Now that the spring is near, the water volume is not large. If the Beifu army designs to cut off the water flow, and the water source in the city of Fusui is cut off, how long can it be supported by only a few wells and canals?"
The lieutenant realized that the situation was serious, and finally heaved a sigh of relief: "What does the general think we should do? Should we report this to General Timur?"
Pasha waved his hand: "Aisha died, and I went back to the city without authorization to deal with his aftermath, which has already made Timur dissatisfied with me. Besides, no matter how many merits I've given him over the years, we should also let our own people Some benefits."
"But without General Timur's order, we can't transfer troops without permission..."
"Didn't you say it just now?" Pasha's green eyes rolled, showing a bit of cunning like a wolf, "Wu Yichun's grain transport army just left."
The lieutenant frowned: "General Wu... Although there are 5,000 grain-carrying troops, but in terms of combat strength, our battalion generals are enough to fight two."
"And what about the 2,000 elite soldiers who were besieged in Fusui?" Pasha put down the letter and placed both hands on the edge of the map, "The Beifu army is a secret attack on this trip, and they are caught by surprise, and they will not really call up the army to attack. It's a small town, and now that their tactics are known to us, the secret has become a joke."
He let out a breath: "Use the best horse to send a letter to General Wu. Tell him that he doesn't have to be with food and grass all day long, and the opportunity for meritorious service will come. With Fusui's 2,000 troops as the main fighting force, they don't need to be too much. It takes a lot of effort, as long as you assist from the side and attack both internally and externally, it is a great achievement.”
"The most important thing is..." he continued, "the thirteenth prince may come to supervise the battle, after all, this battle is for him to watch. If he can catch that son of a bitch, no matter if he lives or dies, then he will kick him with one foot. The Azure Cloud Ladder."
The lieutenant asked aloud: "When the letter was sent, the Beifu Army should have just started. Then why not send the letter directly to Fusui, so as not to..."
Pasha's green eyes slanted, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The lieutenant figured it out, and immediately said: "Then the subordinate will go and write a letter, asking General Wu to order his troops and horses, make all preparations, and go to the rescue when Fusui runs out of ammunition and food."
Pasha nodded slightly, pleased with his enlightenment: "Go do it."
Walking to the front of the tent, the lieutenant hesitated for a while, then turned around: "General, after all this is said, there is still something unclear to my subordinates. ... Why do you trust a person from the Central Plains so much?"
Pasha didn't say anything, just waved his hand and told him to go out.
The lieutenant commanded the military order and retired silently.
Pasha smoothed the corners of the sheepskin map, thinking of the piece of paper that Aisha held in front of him two years ago.
It was a trace of jade pendant on a rubbing.
The imprint is bright red, and above it is the eagle mark that can only be used by the king of the Southern Border.
He excitedly said: "Do you know where this came from?... Do you remember Chu Ziling? The Central Plains man who always delivers news for us? According to him, this thing is a souvenir left by his biological father to his biological mother."
At that time, Pasha understood the meaning of Aisha's words, and was slightly shocked, but he didn't take it seriously: "How do you know it's not an imitation?"
Aisha said: "This person has communicated with us for three years. He is indeed a person from Shi Jinghong's mansion, and he has indeed provided us with a lot of information."
Pasha disdain: "Even if he is really the king's bead, an illegitimate child, what can he do?"
To this day, Pasha still remembers Aisha's bright eyes: "Bastards can also be our ladders."
The three words "Qingyun Ladder" echoed in Pasha's mind.
At that time, he ridiculed Aisha for trusting Chu Ziling too much, but a few years later, he had already seen Chu Ziling as a good ladder.
Thinking about it, isn't that the case with Chu Ziling
Since they are using each other, let's talk about interests.
As Aisha once said, Chu Ziling helped them so much, why did he poison Aisha for no reason and cut off the power that he had cultivated for nearly ten years
It doesn't make sense.
Letters can be replaced, perhaps by some concubine or slave who hates Aisha.
In the worst case, the Shi family discovered that someone was sending a message to the outside world, intercepted the carrier pigeon, and borrowed his hand to counter-attack an army to eradicate the recipient of the message, but they could not find out who the sender was.
That Chu Ziling was meticulous, with his right hand writing a beautiful teeny small script, but his left hand could imitate the handwriting of shi shi shu yun zhi yun zhi yun yun shi , and he never showed his left hand zigzag. At that time, I heard that the character of the young master was a must in Wangcheng, and people often imitated it, and when Shi Tingyun trusted the people around him, he must have no doubts about Chu Ziling. Any reason to stay by your side
Pasha rolled up the sheepskin map slowly, and there was a stone-like coldness in his green eyes.
... Taking 10,000 steps back, he said that Chu Ziling's intentions and identity were really discovered by Shi Tingyun, and this tip-off, which was intended to mobilize his soldiers to die, was also a bad move.
He would not act rashly, even if he wanted to die, Wu Yichun would go.
Let's see how things develop.
At the same time, in a small town fifty miles away from Fusui.
Chi Xiaochi had already come here to set up camp.
It took half a day to run around so far, and a lot of things have been arranged since then. Now Chi Xiaochi is very sleepy, and before he can go back to his room, he fell asleep with his head in the main hall of a mansion that was temporarily opened as a command post. .
Chu Ziling entered the room to pour tea, and saw Li Yeshu sitting in the lower seat of the son, frowning, holding a map, and thinking against a sand table.
Chu Ziling put down the tea and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Li Yeshu snorted, making sure he didn't wake up the dozing son, and said, "Keep your voice down, the son is very tired."
The corner of Chu Ziling's mouth twitched slightly.
It's really a small servant's vision, making a big fuss, in the military camp, what is this kind of hard work
He leaned over to look at the map in Li Yeshu's hand.
However, Li Yeshu gathered up the map and said solemnly, "No. This is given to me by the son."
Chu Ziling looked at him unexpectedly: "Young Master allowed me to discuss matters in the army, have you forgotten?"
Li Yeshu still covered it and didn't show it: "Young Master said that this matter is a secret, and only let me comprehend it by myself. He didn't let me talk to outsiders, and he didn't ask me to ask outsiders."
Chu Ziling teased him: "Didn't you see the map of Fusui? This plan was set up by the young master, and I will assist me. What is the secret to me? Besides, I am not an outsider."
Unexpectedly, Li Yeshu didn't want to eat his set. He covered the map and walked around to the other side of the sand table, and said seriously: "What do you say, I won't show you. I've never asked the son to give it to you before. strategy."
Chu Ziling was stunned for a while, then he was angry and funny when he came back to his senses.
... Does he really take himself seriously
The sound of Li Yeshu's footsteps seemed to startle the superior, Chi Xiaochi woke up, rubbed his eyes, and calmly drank the hot tea that Chu Ziling had just served.
Chu Ziling said with a smile: "Sir, good news, the warehouse where the letter sentry is stored in the city has been infiltrated by the dead soldiers, and the letter sentry was watered beforehand, and it has become a squib."
Chi Xiaochi nodded.
Li Yeshu said, "But... Young Master, I think it's a little inappropriate to attack Fusui this time..."
Chi Xiaochi put down the tea cup and patiently asked him, "What's wrong?"
Li Yeshu was not very confident. He glanced at Chu Ziling and stammered: "Can we really break the city in five days? If the soldiers in the city are due to lack of water, the fish and the net are broken, and they rush out of the city to fight to the death..."
Chi Xiaochi didn't say anything, and turned to look at Chu Ziling with a smile.
Chu Ziling also found it funny: "Ashu, the Beifu army is not a wine bag and a rice bag, and the people of the southern border are just two shoulders and one head, why should they grow other people's ambition? Two thousand versus three thousand, how can there be no reason to fight?"
Li Yeshu was a little anxious, and raised the map with a slight stutter: "Young master, I'm afraid someone has set up a pocket, and Qing is waiting for us to drill into it."
Chu Ziling's heart jumped, and when he opened his mouth, he retorted: "The deployment of the army is a secret matter. As long as there is no internal response, the battle will be guaranteed. Besides, if everyone is as afraid of this and that as you are, the battle will not be fought. already."
Li Yeshu was inexperienced, and seeing that the young master did not refute Chu Ziling's words, he had to keep his mouth shut.
"Don't think about it so much." Chi Xiaochi got up, "A Ling, go back and pack up and rest, and go into battle with me tonight."
Chu Ziling's eyes lit up, and he turned to look at Li Yeshu, who was a little downcast, feeling amused by his worries these days.
He's just a kid who has to rack his brains even thinking about battle strategies. When it comes to the son's trust in him, how can he compare to himself
Chi Xiaochi went out, went around to the backyard, and patted his face with cold water to refresh himself.
Lou Ying appeared behind him shaking his wheelchair and said with a smile, "Are you going to do it?"
"... Chu Ziling wants to be a duck, and also wants to build an arch." Chi Xiaochi wiped his face with the towel he handed over, showing a pair of smiling eyes, "... Then I will tattoo a semi-permanent arch on his face for him."