Outside the tent, Xie Yue, Xu Weizhi and all the advisors were counting food with Jinghuwei.
Looking at the cart full of grain, Xu Weizhi couldn't help but sigh: "When the lord left the capital, the quality of the eight carts of grain given by the sage was not as good as this. A large family in Jiuhe County of the Xie family can come up with so much grain. But the sage can't come up with it, it can be seen that the court is really nervous."
"That's not necessarily the case. The sage just wanted to embarrass the prince." Jinghuwei was very dissatisfied with Li Qitian's behavior.
Xie Yue smiled. They followed Pang Xiao all the way to the south. Along the way, they not only helped the victims and won the hearts of the people, but also made everyone who followed Pang Xiao more certain of their choice. It was theirs to be able to follow such a kind person. Lucky.
"The sage has just ascended to the throne, although his mind is deep enough, his vision is limited in the end, and as an emperor, no one dares to say half a son in his actions, and there is that flattering villain beside him, no matter what the sage does, there are people who follow With stinky feet in the back, it can be expected that the saint will become what it is now over time."
"The imperial court has suffered from natural and man-made disasters, but the sage still insists on doing his own thing. He feels that when he becomes the emperor, everything in the world belongs to him, and he can do whatever he wants. This is also helpless."
If the words they said were spread, it would be enough for the emperor to kill them several times. But people have emotions, and now they are full of dissatisfaction, and they don't care about those anymore. Anyway, no matter whether the prince rebels or not, they are very afraid today. If there is no crime, they will be charged with the prince. They are all followers of the prince. Once something goes wrong, the emperor will not let it go.
Several people recorded the food as they spoke, and marked the back of the food with who and where did they get it, when and when.
With a solution, the days are a little more hopeful. Jiuhe's food collection is completed. Pang Xiao ordered people to continue to find out where there is food to buy in various places, and arranged a team of people with food to wait for the Pingnan Army. arrival.
When the Pingnan Army was stationed near Jiuhe, the food that Pang Xiao obtained by this method was also delivered.
The more than 100,000 people in the Pingnan Army were still a little worried about the food problem, especially those who were new to the army. They were all disaster victims. Although they trusted Pang Xiao, they had the strength to solve the food problem and let them do what they did. .
Now that they saw so much food and grass, everyone was relieved. When Dushuai Feng and a few Fushou spoke, their voices were a bit louder than usual, and the common people who had just participated were stunned.
"Who is that, wang ye? It's not uncommon for us to fight the Nanjun army in the beginning. When the wang ye came, he brought us a group of people to live a good life. How did you live it? The court did not give it to you. For food and salaries, the lord took us to look for rice ruts. At that time, all the bandit dens near the old capital of Dayan were chosen by our brothers, and the bandit eaters came to protect the people, who said that our lord didn’t give a thumbs up?”
The blood of the recruits was boiling, and they all felt that they didn't have the good luck at the beginning, and failed to follow the prince to suppress the bandits.
And the central character of their topic has already gone to the next place where there is food at this time, and still uses the same method to find ways to get food and money. Not to mention that a lot of treasure has been recovered, and there are also ways to buy food and grass. Now, there are even many people who plan to follow Pang Xiao and join the Pingnan Army to fight against the Tatars together. The Pingnan Army can be said to have grown stronger.
At this time, the army of Qin Wang from all over the country has also been heading to the capital one after another. When Pang Xiao and his party had just walked halfway, an army of the prince had already entered the capital. Li Qitian was overjoyed, and with a swipe of his pen, he arranged the person to Ji Zeyu.
Ji Zeyu has lost a lot of weight these days. His handsome face, like an immortal, was originally cold and expressionless, but now he has fewer expressions and fewer words.
The Tartar army was under the city, and the court had no money or food, but he had to find a way to defend the last city. If the capital falls and is driven straight in by the Tartars, I am afraid that the entire capital will be turned into purgatory.
This is the most difficult battle Ji Zeyu has ever fought in his life, because he has no way to retreat, and he has no other way but to defend himself.
Fortunately, King Qin's army arrived one after another, so that he wouldn't be caught off guard. But the army's salaries are insufficient, and now all the soldiers, including Ji Zeyu himself, can only eat gruel every meal. They are all young men of the right age, who can't stand three gruelling meals a day. Everyone was starving and screaming, and there was nothing they could do.
Ji Zeyu has never been willing to treat his soldiers badly, but the treasury is empty at the moment, and all the money from the sage's inner treasure is used to buy materials for Xiuhuang Mausoleum.
Ji Zeyu stood on the high city wall. The cold wind of early spring was blowing on his face like a knife, and the red cloak was raised high behind him, like a flag that squeaked.
Ji Zeyu stared grimly at the Tartar camp that was stationed on the plain in the distance under the pale morning light. Those tents are connected one by one, forming a magnificent scene outside the capital. It feels like a knife is stuck in the throat, making people completely lose the mind of thinking and emotion, and become flustered and at a loss.
"Grandpa, Princess Anyang is here." The soldier approached and replied in a low voice.
Ji Zeyu said without looking back: "This is the battlefield, let the princess go back. This is not where she should come."
"Why isn't this where Ben Gong should be?" Li Helan's voice appeared behind Ji Zeyu.
Li Helan was wearing a silver fox fur jacket, and the hem of the big red pomegranate skirt was slightly raised when walking, revealing the toes of the deerskin boots with soft fur.
She personally carried a food box and said with a smile: "The concubine refused to accept the summons for many days, so I had no choice but to come uninvited."
The surrounding soldiers lowered their heads when they heard the words, pretending that they didn't hear the blatant words.
Ji Zeyu looked back expressionlessly and said solemnly, "This is not a place for you to play. Go back."
The smile on Li Helan's face couldn't hold back any longer. He pursed his lips with a dark face, and was about to speak when Ji Zeyu's lieutenant said with a smile:
"The eldest princess calms down, it's because the lord of our country is worried about the battle situation and has no time to think about it so much. It is indeed extremely dangerous here, and there are often stray arrows coming out of the slashes. Someone died on the city wall yesterday, and the lord of the country is also worried about you.
"The Tartars now see that we are short of food and grass, and deliberately deal with us to make us consume the little food left. They may organize an attack soon to harass them. Taking into account that the eldest princess was injured by the flowing arrow, what do you think the grandfather of the country should do? So please forgive the eldest princess."
What she said made sense and made Li Helan feel more at ease.
Anyway, since she met Ji Zeyu, she never saw this person talking with a smile. Sooner or later, she always looked impatient with her. She was angry, and felt that in the public, Ji Zeyu's indifference to her was to her face, so it was thorny to speak at this moment.
"Isn't Ben Gong afraid that you will starve to death on the wall? If you do anything wrong, the common people will suffer. Or do you think Ben Gong is willing to come here to blow the cold air? Take it!" He handed the food box forward.
Ji Zeyu still ignored it, frowned for a while, then turned around and walked away. When he passed Li Helan, he didn't even look at him, and said solemnly, "Everyone is on guard."
As soon as these words came out, it was known that Tartar was going to act again.
Li Helan was first angry at being left out, and then she was stunned by the sudden battle situation in the blink of an eye.
The personal soldiers didn't care much, and immediately escorted Li Helan down the tower with a few people.
And no one could care about the delicate food box, so it was placed on the tower.
After Li Helan got off the city wall, he was semi-forced to take him into a carriage and sent directly back to the palace of the eldest princess.
As the carriage gradually left the city gate, the Tartars attacked outside the city gate.
For a time, the shouts of the Dazhou soldiers and horses and the Tartars who were guarding the city were so loud that they forgot Li Helan's breathing.
This is the cruel battlefield, either you die or I die.
The carriage turned a corner, and even if Li Helan leaned out of the car window, it was impossible to see the battle on the tower, but Li Helan vaguely felt that he saw Ji Zeyu on the tower.
It was another fierce battle for defending the city, and the Tatars had already retreated in less than an hour. This is how they have been during this period of time. It seems that they are not to directly attack the capital, but to consume the limited resources and energy of the defenders of the capital.
When Li Qitian heard the news, he was very anxious for a while.
A person pacing back and forth in the Hall of Mental Cultivation is Xiong Jinshui, who is serving closely. At this time, he does not dare to approach Pang Xiao, for fear that the sage will be unsatisfactory, so he treats their inner servant as a gas bucket.
Even though it was still far from the city wall, Li Qitian still seemed to hear the shouting and killing of the Tartars. He is also an emperor on horseback, and he also fought in the early years, but he has been pampered for many years. Not only has Li Qitian become rich, but he has almost forgotten his strategy of confronting the enemy. When he thinks of going to the battlefield, he used to be excited, but now he thinks He was very resistant, even a little bit rebellious.
"I just want to be a wise ruler, why is it so difficult, as an emperor, why can't I just rely on myself..." Li Qitian whispered. His voice echoed in the room, causing Xiong Jinshui and several servants to bow their heads.
At this moment, an internal supervisor suddenly came running from outside, and with a plop, he knelt in front of the Linghua gate, and said in a high-pitched and joyous voice: "Go back to the Holy One, two teams of princes have arrived at the South City Gate!"
Li Qitian was overjoyed, "Hurry up, open the city gate, and let them go directly to the north gate to meet Ji Lan! Tell them that everything is under Ji Lan's command!"
"Yes!" The waiter turned around and ran away.
"God's eyes open." Li Qitian gave a high-five, wanting to stay in the house, but he felt restless, "Quick, prepare for a quick horse, I will also go to Beichengmen to see the situation!"