The scenery of the northwest frontier fortress is very different from the capital. Before Lidong, the wind was like a knife, Hu Tianfeishuang. The sun sets on the mountain and the sand is like snow, and the wild geese mourns and the lonely city is closed.
Last winter, Xixia snatched Yongliang from Dayu, insulted the chief general, and threatened the city with massacre. Today, a year later, the frontier fortress has the same old scenery, but the people inside and outside the city have already swapped offense and defense. The Dayu Army set up camp outside the city a month ago. For the past month, they have stayed on their ground and recharged for the last battle.
The days of replenishing energy are always boring compared to the time of siege. Raising it, a certain hot-blooded teenager can't keep it.
"General, we have been rectifying the troops and horses for a month." This is the third time Wu Youyuan has called for a battle in ten days. The morale is greatly boosted. This is a good time to go straight to the coolness. If you delay it, the soldiers will inevitably slack off, and the hoarding of food and grass will be in a hurry."
Gu Fuzhou looked at the northwest terrain on the sand table with his arms folded, and said nothing.
"The military commander's words are not correct. The art of war says, "Go up and cut down, then cut down, and then cut down, and then attack the city. The method of siege is a last resort. "Yongliang is a fortress in the northwest. The land is strong in defense, easy to defend and difficult to attack. How can the small counties of Guangyang and Langu be comparable." The speaker was called Shi Pei, an old man in the Northwest Army, and the official worshipped General Xuanwei of the Fourth Rank.
Gu Fuzhou glanced at Shi Pei. This man is famous for loving soldiers as a child. Although he has been fighting for many years, he will still be heartbroken for the casualties of every soldier. For Shi Pei, reducing our army's casualties is the most important thing. He would rather win less beautiful than protect his subordinates. This is a noble character, Gu Fuzhou admires him very much.
Wu Youyuan retorted: "It's difficult to attack the city. But it is difficult to attack the city today. Isn't it difficult to wait for the attack? Since it's all a matter of time, why not make a quick decision?"
Gu Fuzhou pressed his eyebrows and said, "Youyuan, blood is a good thing, but your blood is too hot. Mosquitoes will burn your mouth if they drink your blood."
After staying in the northwest for a year, Gu Fuzhou didn't bother to maintain his high-cold personality. After Wu Youyuan and others were shocked, they gradually accepted General Gu's new character design. They heard from veterans in the northwest that General Gu was very poisonous, and his temperament changed drastically after he recovered a life from Lord Yan. At that time, General Gu was simply outrageous, and now he is pretty good, at least not going to sleep all day long. Fortunately, no matter what kind of character a general, he will not lead them to defeat.
Wu Youyuan could still listen to Gu Fuzhou's words. He arrived: "But please enlighten me from the general."
"You forgot how General Zhao lost Yongliang last winter."
"I haven't forgotten." Wu Youyuan said quickly, "Last year, General Zhao was trapped in Yongliang, the road was blocked by heavy snow, and the food could not be delivered. When the ammunition and food were exhausted, General Zhao opened the city gate and fought to the death and lost to Xixia. Elite, defeated and perished."
Gu Fuzhou said: "Don't understand yet?"
Wu Youyuan's talents are all in the art of war. Gu Fuzhou understood this, his eyes lit up, and said, "Does the general want to consume his food and grass just like last year and force them to open the door to fight?"
Gu Fuzhou nodded and said: "Without the counties of Guangyang, Langu, and Zhuo County, Yongliang’s grain road has been sealed, and no matter how big it is, it is an isolated city. We have a steady supply of grain and grass, and the Xixia army in the city can only sit and eat. As long as a confrontation is formed, our army's casualties will be reduced by at least half when attacking the city again."
Shi Pei agrees with what Gu Fuzhou said: “It’s wonderful to treat his body with his own way. Xixia brought all the grain and grass from Guangyang and other counties to Yongliang, plus the original place in Yongliang city. Hoarding can support them at most for fifty days. Now that one month has passed, and half a month has passed, the enemy will either starve to death or open the city to meet the enemy like General Zhao. The military will be chaotic. At that time, our army has already recharged. After being sharp for two months, are you afraid that you won’t be able to win Yongliang!"
Wu Youyuan thought for a while and thought that it was the best policy for consumption, but he still had doubts: "Xixia needs grain and grass, and we also need grain and grass. The key to the consumption trend is that we have more energy consumption than Xixia."
Gu Fuzhou turned to Shen Huai's consciousness: "How many days can our grain and grass support?"
Shen Huai said: "It's less than ten days. But Taiyi Lin said in the letter that a large number of grains and grasses in the south of the Yangtze River had already traveled northward by water at the beginning of the month, and then transferred to the rail state. It would not take long before they were sent to the camp."
Shi Pei said excitedly: "This time is definitely enough!"
"The premise is that the grain and straw can be delivered smoothly." After measuring, Gu Fuzhou said, "Huaizhi, please go back to the rail state, and personally escort the grain and straw to Yongliang."
Shen Huai said: "I will leave here."
After the agreement, Gu Fuzhou and Wu Youyuan confronted the quantity of ordnance needed for the siege. Seeing this, Shi Pei couldn't help saying: "The general's return to the northwest this time has really changed a lot."
"Huh? How to say."
Shi Pei said: "When the general was in the northwest two years ago, he had a headache when discussing matters. Everything was left to General Zhao to make decisions. How could it be as it is now? No matter the details, I can't just ask."
"No way, I want to win too much." Gu Fuzhou said with a low smile, "I can't die."
The war in the Northwest has reached its final juncture, and Lin Qingyu has not closed his eyes for three days for the grain and grass transported from the south of the Yangtze River to the northwest. That batch of grain and grass can support the Northwest Army for at least a month. Now that everything is settled, he can finally rest assured.
When he walked out of the Ministry of War, Lin Qingyu realized that it was snowing outside at some unknown time. The snow is not big, but it pierced his eyes sorely. After a trance, he took a step back and bumped into the bodyguard.
The Minister of War is under thirty. He can be regarded as a young talent, or a distant relative of the Queen Mother, so he stands by Lin Qingyu's side of course. In the past few days, Lin Qingyu worked with him on food and grass matters. Seeing Lin Qingyu's face pale, he thought that Lin Qingyu was worried about the war in the northwest, and said: "General Gu has regained several cities around Yongliang and formed a trend of encirclement and suppression. It is only a matter of time to regain Yongliang. Doctor Lin does not have to worry about this battle. Da Yu will win."
Lin Qingyu nodded: "I hope so."
The soldier of the Ministry of War smiled, and he was polite: "The snowy road is slippery, should I send Doctor Lin out of the palace?"
Lin Qingyu's words are concise and concise: "No need."
Although the Minister of War was a little disappointed, he did not force him: "Then, Doctor Lin, be careful on the road."
After Lin Qingyu walked a few steps, someone from the Cian Palace spread a message, saying that the Queen Mother had invited him to Cian Palace for dinner. Over the past year, he has eaten more meals at the Ci'an Palace than the "big filial son" Xiao Jie. For this reason, there was a lot of gossip in the palace, and some even said that the queen mother took Lin Qingyu as a righteous son and treated him more intimately than the emperor.
But Lin Qingyu knew that the reason why the Queen Mother was so kind to him was only because the insufficiency of Xiao Huai would only smile at him. The Queen Mother invited him to the Cian Temple, often just for Bo Xiaoli's smile.
When Lin Qingyu arrived at Ci'an Palace, he saw the emperor's sedan chair parked outside the palace. He asked Laifu: "Is the emperor here?"
Laifu said, "The emperor is here to please the queen mother. He is currently playing with the little prince in the snow in the back garden."
In the back garden, the two royal brothers are squatting in the snow making snowmen. To be precise, Xiao Jie was the only one in the pile. Xiao Li couldn't do such complicated things. He would only roll the snow into small balls and put them away carefully. Xiao Jie kept talking to him on the sidelines, but he didn't react at all.
Mother Xiujiao, who was standing by, saw Lin Qingyu and smiled and said, "Master, do you see who is here."
Xiao Li raised his head, saw Lin Qingyu, was dazed, and smiled instinctively.
Xiao Jie still saw Xiao Li smile for the first time, and couldn't help but said: "Sixth brother, you are so pretty..."
Lin Qingyu wanted to bow down to Xiao Jie. Xiao Jie's eyes were somewhat dodging: "Doctor Lin doesn't need to be polite."
Lin Qingyu said: "It's cold outside, don't let the prince play for too long. The prince's snow cape is already wet."
Madam Xiujiao hurriedly said, "The slave and maid will take the prince to change into a snow poncho."
Mother Xiujiao took Xiao Li to leave. Xiao Jie secretly looked at Lin Qingyu, as if he wanted to see but didn't dare to. Lin Qingyu asked: "Does the emperor have anything to ask the ministers."
Xiao Jie shook his head, nodded again, and plucked up the courage to ask: "Doctor Lin, will you, will you harm me and A Rong?"
Lin Qingyu looked at him blankly and said, "Duke Xi, what did you say to the emperor."
"A Rong said, you and General Gu are not sincere to me. He wants me to stay away from you." Xiao Jie grabbed his head and said hesitantly, "But I don't think you are like a bad person."
Lin Qingyu said lightly: "The emperor and father-in-law Xi have been with him for many years, so he doesn't believe him?"
Xiao Jie waved his hands again and again: "I, I didn't believe it. I just don't think you would do this..."
Lin Qingyu interrupted: "The emperor, you are an adult man, don't you have your own judgment. Today, if I say that I will not harm you and Father Xi, you will put your guard down on me?"
Xiao Jie bulged her cheeks, as if she was angry: "I kindly ask you, why do you say that."
"Then I tell the emperor, I won't—not until the general returns." Lin Qingyu said lightly, "Believe it or not."
What Lin Qingyu said was nothing but a tacit agreement with Xi Rong, and told Xiao Jie that it was harmless. But Xi Rong didn't seem to inform Xiao Jie about the current situation, otherwise he would not have a frightened expression: "Then when General Gu comes back, do you want, want..."
Lin Qingyu said: "The emperor should ask Father Xi, what will he do to the general when the general returns."
Xiao Jie was stunned, and murmured: "I will ask him..." Then, she ran out.
Xiao Jie returned to the bedroom, and the whole palace looked for Xi Rong: "A Rong! Where is A Rong?"
An eunuch said: "The father-in-law Xi is out of the palace today, saying that he has something to go back to the mansion."
"Then I will go out of the palace too." Xiao Jie said regardless, "You hurry up and prepare for me."
Xi Rong originally didn't have a mansion. Where Xiao Jie lived, he stayed there. Later, Xiao Jie chose a large mansion for Xi Rong, giving him a mansion. This house was originally the residence of Xiao Jie's aunt, the princess of Pyeongchang. The princess Pyeongchang is the emperor's favorite little sister, and her princess mansion is extremely luxurious. It is a pity that the elder princess Pyeongchang died of illness at a young age, and the house remained vacant until Xiao Jie ascended the throne to usher in a new owner.
At this time, the doors and windows in the study of Xi's mansion were closed tightly, and Xi Rong was chatting secretly with a mysterious visitor. The guests wore cloaks and hoods, and spoke in a round tone and a little deliberately.
The person who came was unkind, Xi Rong did not dare to take it lightly, and asked: "Your Excellency is here for peace or death?"
The man with the hood said: "I am here to replace the military division and negotiate a deal with the father-in-law."
"Oh?" Xi Rong stared at the man, "Is there any deal, you don't talk to the court, you want to talk to me."
"Gu Fuzhou killed my prince, Xixia doesn't know how many heroes died under his gun. Xixia people want to eat their flesh and drink their blood." The hooded man said bitterly, "The military division is willing to take the initiative to send back to Yongliang, only asking for Gu Fuzhou. No one can die."
Xi Rong's eyes were cold and gloomy: "An isolated city in Yongliang, which is already in Da Yu's pocket, why don't you take the initiative to send it back."
The hooded man said, "If your Excellency is willing to help our military division, in addition to Gu Fuzhou, the Dayu Army will die at most 20,000 or 30,000. But if you have to attack, we will definitely defend. By then, Da Yu will say nothing. Fifty thousand soldiers and horses were lost. What do you think of Gu Fuzhou alone, for 20,000 soldiers and horses, and an intact Yongliang City?"
Xi Rong said calmly, "Dayu has only given out a Gu Fuzhou in a hundred years, but who can keep the northwest peaceful. How can his life be exchanged for a city."
The hooded man whispered, "But the question is, does Father Xi want Gu Fuzhou to return to the capital alive?"
Xi Rong's tone is dangerous: "What do you say?"
"If Gu Fuzhou died in battle, the legendary beauty doctor would lose his husband's help, and only a pair of skins would be left." The hooded man said with an ambiguous expression. After the deeds of the past few years, I want to see what the beauty looks like that can fascinate Gu Fuzhou. If father-in-law Xi can send the beauty's imperial doctor to Xixia for his enjoyment, the two countries will cultivate the good of Qin and Jin. ', isn't it also a good talk."
Xi Rong sneered and said: "Your Excellency has learned a few words from the Central Plains, and it is best not to use it indiscriminately.'Qin Jin is good' is not what you say."
The man in the hood smiled and said, "Father Xi understands what I mean. Once Gu Fuzhou died, the grievances between the two countries are gone, and Xixia can insure no further crimes. With the life of Gu Fuzhou alone, the peace in the northwest will be exchanged. Is this deal worth it, father-in-law? Clearer than me."
Xi Rong asked: "Since it's a business, what do your strategists want to get from me."
The hooded man smiled in the shadows: "What the military commander wants is very simple, nothing more than..." The hooded man dipped his fingertips with tea and wrote the word "food path" on the table.
Xi Rong was silent for a long time and said, "I see."
The man with the hood got up and bowed to the Central Plains: "So, I'll wait for the good news from my father-in-law."
"You go out through the side door. Don't let others see you."
"This is natural."
After the hooded man left, Xi Rong sat alone in thought, suddenly heard a voice outside: "The emperor?"
Xi Rong's face changed suddenly, and he opened the door abruptly, and Xiao Jun's pale face came into view.
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