Wei Ci was a cautious and thoughtful person, and he had already prepared for Jiang Pengji's question.
"They? Some of them are private soldiers of various gentry families, and the remaining 70% are temporarily recruited militiamen." Wei Ci gently wiped her wet hair and said, "In order to show their support for Yang Tao, the Nansheng gentry once A part of the troops was allocated to Yang Tao. This time, the Nansheng clan was able to go on so smoothly that Yang Tao was defeated and trapped, and this part of the troops played an important role."
Fortunately, there were only more than 3,000 elites, and the rest were recruited militiamen temporarily.
Otherwise, even if Yang Tao had Yan Lin's support, it would be difficult to defend the city.
"Is this true?" Jiang Pengji raised her brows slightly, and the corners of her lips curled up a little, "In this way, Yang Tao's loss is not wrong."
Wei Ci said, "It's really not wrong."
Jiang Pengji said, "He doesn't even know the truth of relying on the mountains and the mountains to run, and he doesn't even know the truth? When the Nansheng clansmen agree with him and are willing to support him, the knife that they lent him is his. The knife that comes will no longer be obeyed."
It is precisely because some of the troops under Yang Tao's account were borrowed from him by the Nansheng clan, so when the Nansheng clan betrayed Yang Tao, Yang Tao's foundation would collapse so completely. If there is no such thing, even if the Nansheng clan wants to lead people to turn against Yang Tao's troops, it will not be able to do it overnight, maybe Yang Tao will be able to kill people, instead of reluctantly choosing to surrender to Jiang Pengji—
History has taught the world that things related to one's life and wealth should never be pinched in the hands of others.
If Jiang Pengji is Yang Tao, even if he accepts financial support from the gentry and owes them favors, Jiang Pengji will secretly exchange these people after he makes his fortune. Soldiers that were not raised by themselves are always separated by a layer. Who knows if their old masters will do things in secret
This is the difference between Jiang Pengji and Yang Tao.
Wei Ciqing said coldly, "Although Yang Tao has some omissions, An Xing is even better. Otherwise, how could he persuade so many Nansheng nobles to defect."
"What kind of skill does he have? It's just luck, he just picked up the leak. What if he was born in the Nansheng aristocracy? In the end, the Nansheng aristocrat was more optimistic about Yang Tao, an outsider. If it wasn't for Yang Tao who suffered such a big loss in my hands, it would affect his career. The value in the eyes of the gentry, can a mere Anxie take the opportunity to enter? He sent more than 10,000 soldiers and horses to test our strength and defenses, and I look down on this alone..."
Where did these thousands of soldiers and horses come from
Thirty percent of the troops were originally lent to Yang Tao by the gentry, and the remaining seventy percent were militiamen recruited temporarily.
Jiang Pengji couldn't help sneering and sarcastic, and clearly told Wei Ci a message - she really didn't have much affection for An Yin.
Not only because of the other person's character and behavior, but also because he was the old master of Wei Ci's previous life.
Every time she thinks of this, she feels uneasy all over. Who can squeeze her filial piety
Wei Ci persuaded, "My lord is right, but we can't take it lightly when we have a huge loss of troops."
Jiang Pengji fought with Nie and Yang Tao at the same time. Even if they both won, the loss of troops and financial resources before and after was astronomical.
She came to fight with An Yun before she could recover. Even if An Yun was seriously injured, she couldn't deal with it perfunctorily.
Maybe it will capsize in the sewer.
Jiang Pengji said firmly, "I know this truth, be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years."
After that, she sighed comfortably, leaned her head on Wei Ci's shoulder and closed her eyes for a nap, the tip of her nose lingered with the fragrance that belonged to Wei Ci. I don't know what he used to wash his clothes, but Wei Ci's clothes had a faint scent of sandalwood all year round, and when he sniffed it carefully, it seemed that there was still a little indescribable coldness, which had the effect of soothing people's hearts. Jiang Pengji liked it very much. The more she sniffed, the calmer her mood would be.
Wei Ci gently wiped her long hair, which was probably too comfortable, her eyelids were heavy, and she felt sleepy.
When Jiang Pengji had enough rest, her long wet hair was almost dry.
Jiang Pengji took the opportunity to wipe the oil, and the love words without money came one after another.
Wei Ci was also accustomed to her movements, even if she entangled him like an octopus, he could tie her long hair with both hands free.
"My lord is really getting more and more childish."
Jiang Pengji said, "Who made Zixiao more like a father? He must be very good at raising children in the future."
Wei Ci: "..."
How can he take this
Because of the rush and toil, Jiang Pengji did not meet Yang Tao that day, but chose the second day.
This night, too many people tossed and turned for various reasons.
Naturally, Yang Tao needless to say, Yan Shuyao, as his pillow, naturally knew about her husband's situation, but she could only comfort him silently.
"...I don't know what the situation will be tomorrow..."
Yang Tao's voice was filled with rare confusion, like a child standing at the crossroads looking around, sounding a little fragile.
Yan Shuyao turned to look at him, "No matter what the outcome is, the concubine will accompany you. Wherever you go, the concubine will go."
Yang Taohu frightened her, "Nonsense, what if I went to see King Yama for my husband?"
Yan Shuyao said, "Then wait for the concubine to raise the child before I go to find you."
Yang Tao was stunned for a moment, and hugged her even harder, the husband and wife were speechless all night.
Yan Lin was also not calm. Yang Roujia coaxed the child to sleep and found that her husband was drawing something on the brocade with a pen.
"This is… "
Yan Lin said, "The Kun map of some prefectures and counties in Nansheng, our army was hurriedly evacuated, and many things were not able to be taken away."
Most of the smart people have a good memory, and Yan Lin is one of them. Although he is not as memorable as Yang Si or Shi Zhong, he is also much better than ordinary people. Many confidential documents were carefully scrutinized, deeply memorized and then destroyed.
The things in the mind are the least likely to be stolen and spy on. Yang Tao's surrender is an unalterable foregone conclusion, which Jiang Pengji will despise. Yan Lin will lay out the next game first, and then present these Kun maps to help her win Nansheng smoothly. Yang Tao's situation will be much better.
Yang Roujia sighed, "My husband has planned a lot for my brother..."
Yan Lin said, "In this world, there are only a few of you relatives who are husbands. If you can't even protect you, this world will be so lonely and boring."
This night, except for the few of them, An Ying and others were also upset.
The news that Jiang Pengji led the troops to Zhangzhou had already passed to their ears. On the surface, An Xing looked calm, but he was extremely irritable inside.
Before Jiang Pengji made her fortune, An Xing knew her and watched with her own eyes that this person had grown from a small county magistrate to a vassal of a country.
Now that people are holding a butcher's knife and pointing directly at his vital points, it is impossible for An Yun to have no pressure, but he can't show any fear.
Distraught, An Xing went to find a confidant for countermeasures, so as to gain a sense of security.
Hua Yuan chatted with him all night, carefully analyzed the advantages and disadvantages of both the enemy and us, and the candle remained on all night.
Before dawn, someone outside the tent reported that military division Lu Zheng had something important to call An Ying.
An Yin left Hua Yuan's tent, and the latter got up to see him off.
Outside the tent, Lu Zheng stared at Hua Yuan, secretly clenching the sword at his waist.