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Chapter 305 Quarrel (two chapters in one)

"Read the last two pages, all of you."

Huo Yunqian walked to a position where he could see outside the city gate, stood by the window and said.

When Jia Lai heard this, he secretly glanced at Lu Yan while Huo Yunqian wasn't paying attention. Unfortunately, Lu Yan didn't look at him at all and kept looking straight ahead at the wall.

This man is really...a woman who has become a general. She is more serious and boring than them all the time. She has compared them to male generals many times, and she seems a little childish.

Jia Lai looked at Lu Yan and wanted to complain with his eyes:

If he remembered correctly, this letter should be written to him, right? He doesn't have to be the first to see it. But of the seven pages of letter paper, why did the general only let him read two pages?

Jia Lai walked forward with his waist hunched, cleared his throat, resisted the urge to complain about the general's words, and took the lead in picking up a pile of letters from Xu Tianxin.

Jia Lai thought to himself: I still need to flip through it to see which are the last two pages.

After pulling it out, Jialai's expression looked very relaxed at first, but in the blink of an eye, the veteran stood up straight holding the letter in his hand, involuntarily raising his chest and abdomen, with a serious expression.

After reading it, Jialai handed it to the general nearest to him without saying a word.

This is a former general of the Zhenbei Army, now under Huo Yunqian's command.

Confused by the expressions of the General and General Jia, he took the two pages nervously.

He heard from his subordinates that this was presented to him by the girl below who knew how to play the suona. Why is the atmosphere like a petition from all the people?

Just as he was about to look, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Lu Yan stretched out his hand toward him and hooked his fingers.

In terms of the ranks of the generals present, although Lu Yan was on the same level as this person, if Lu Yan had an extra title, she would be the third one to watch.

The general who was about to read the letter looked up at Lu Yan and thought: OK, OK, here it is, regardless of whether the rank is equal or not, who gave him the surname Fu.

Lu Yan, on the other hand, took the letter and glanced at it for three lines. Her first reaction was the word Tian Xin of her family. It would be better to write it with charcoal. It would be difficult for the general to read the seven pages seriously.

It's definitely not something to enjoy.

When Lu Yan saw those words of salute, she had no expression on her face, but she had already made a decision in her heart to increase training from tomorrow. It is just right to train until all the soldiers hate her.

As for General Fu, whose letter had been intercepted before, he thought that the smiles on the faces of the other former Zhenbei Army generals disappeared after reading it.

General Fu didn't know anyone else, but after reading a few words written by the girl playing the suona, his first reaction was shame.

He did not want to comment on the rights and wrongs of his Bole, mentor, commander, and last deceased general.

It can only be said that in that battle many years ago, the weather was unfavorable, the land was unfavorable, and the people were not harmonious, which resulted in the casualties of 50,000 people and 80,000 regular soldiers.

The weather was erratic, and the first time I noticed any enemy movement was in the autumn.

Presumably the palace is still holding sacrifices to heaven.

General Yan, the former general of Zhenbei, requested the imperial court for help.

Because the imperial court had always left the Northern Territory to save military pay, the number of troops stationed was less than 30,000.

Unlike General Huo who came to the North this time, he was a military and political unit. Everyone guessed that otherwise the Huo family and the senior ministers in the court would not support this Kaicheng mutual trade, and would still spit on each other.

However, General Yan, the former general of Zhenbei, had no such confidence. The military rations and salaries were controlled by the imperial court. Even if General Yan wanted to station more troops, he would not be able to do so. The North did not have that much money to raise troops.

So when I heard that the enemy was attacking, my first reaction was to take two steps.

The first step is to immediately requisition the people in case there is a shortage of logistical supplies and soldiers in the event of war.

At that time, I really didn’t expect to serve in the military.

General Fu remembered that when he first saw the military service, many of the people who were recruited were from poor families, had not had enough to eat all year round, and were so skinny that they could not lift a hatchet, so how could they kill the enemy.

It is better to train how to provide logistics as soon as possible.

The second step is to ask the court for help.

It was General Huo's brother, now Mr. Huo, who came to the rescue back then and rushed to the north with 20,000 cavalry.

General Fu remembered that Huo Yunqian in front of him had also followed, but he was not as full-fledged as he was now.

Huo Yunqian made a mistake here, so his brother sent him back in advance.

But from autumn until the New Year, there was no movement from the enemy. It was as if the battle was not going to be fought, as if their news was wrong.

The ninth prince from Beijing came with the palace's decree to see if reinforcements were given, military service was also collected, and military pay was burned every day. He urged the reinforcements to be withdrawn and the military service to be withdrawn without starting a war, so as not to waste food to support them. The Ninth Prince was here to supervise the army.

The truth that General Fu only dares to complain about in his heart, to put it bluntly, is that today's emperor is petty-minded, and there are thousands of fools in the world, and their emperor accounts for at least half of them.

He was afraid that Mr. Huo and General Yan, two generals with heavy troops, might conspire to create an illusion of an enemy attack.

In this way, under the supervision of the Ninth Prince, the battle continued until the New Year. In the end, the sacred order could not be violated, and Mr. Huo had to order the withdrawal of most of the Huo family's troops.

At that time, there must have been another palace banquet being held in the palace.

On the tenth day of the Lunar New Year, General Yan's son got married.

Although everyone is always worried about the outbreak of war, the generals at least have to attend the wedding banquet.

And it was even Mr. Huo who came to appreciate the glory. When the enemy infantry with less than 10,000 people suddenly rushed down from the dense forest North Ridge, the Ninth Prince was eager to dedicate himself to trampling on Mr. Huo and General Yan's title of God of War. , wanted to become famous in one battle, but they suppressed their outstanding subordinates who stayed behind and refused to deliver the message.

And because there were no military symbols, General Yan and Duke Huo's soldiers could not be mobilized. They went out of their way to recruit 20,000 soldiers and opened the city gates to meet the enemy.

When the news came back to the General's Mansion, everyone felt like a blow to the head.

What happened next, General Fu, the former Zhenbei veteran, dare not recall until now.

The enemy's vanguard, which numbered less than 10,000 people, was just to delay them.

Suddenly one hundred thousand cavalry swept in from a distance like a billowing black wave.

Later, I learned that the enemy troops caught them off guard that time. The grain transport convoy was so conspicuous that they didn't even bring supplies.

Nearly 110,000 enemy troops were like wild wolves trying to tear through the northern city gates, and their offensive was extremely fast and fierce.

On their side, the original Zhenbei army only had less than 30,000 people.

Mr. Huo had less than 10,000 men, so his generals took the lead in facing the enemy. In order to save the Ninth Prince who was almost killed from his horse on the battlefield, he injured his leg and received an arrow in the chest. He was unconscious. He was rescued from unconsciousness by his subordinates.

As for the conscripted soldiers, more than half of whom were forced out of the city to meet the enemy by the Ninth Prince had been killed or injured.

The commander-in-chief, General Yan, immediately sent a messenger to borrow troops from the nearest camp and requested the imperial court to mobilize troops.

The northern city pass was almost lost several times, and all the soldiers fought bloody battles throughout the night.

The reason why General Fu was ashamed at this time was because General Yan had ordered many years ago that the conscripted soldiers should go out of the city to meet the enemy, changing the original intention of only letting the people do the logistics.

In order to delay the arrival of reinforcements and preserve more troops so that more regular soldiers could be left on the tower, he ordered that only a small number of civilians transporting stones and arrow feathers be left, while the rest were placed at the front to consume the enemy's weapons. .

So when the last batch of requisitioned soldiers and 10,000 regular soldiers rushed out, General Yan Lao, his previous commander who had promoted him several times, ordered the city gate to be closed.

Over the years, there was only one thing that could often wake up General Fu, and that was his dream of what many soldiers looked like before they died on the battlefield.

There is no shortage of extremely young and outstanding subordinates here under the veterans here.

There were also those skinny people who all looked back at the closing city gate with the same disbelieving expression. To close means to abandon it.

But that day, the tens of thousands of men who were abandoned outside the city picked up their weapons and charged forward again after seeing that look.

As the sound reached the top of the city tower, someone seemed to be taking the lead in shouting, behind us is our home, and our brothers will all die anyway. If we kill two more, there will be two less people entering the city to harm our parents, wives, and children!

"Kill, kill, kill!"

General Fu would often sit up late at night with this image flashing through his mind.

It is snowing, and the bright blood of those Chinese heroes is mixed with snowflakes and blends with the ice on the ground. The blood flows into rivers and they fight to the end.

There were many soldiers stationed on the city tower, throwing stones down and pleading with the generals with red eyes: "Please open the city gate, please general, let us go out of the city to meet the enemy, my brothers are still outside the city!"

Some soldiers were so angry that they cursed at the enemy soldiers who were about to climb the stairs to the tower, then turned over and jumped off the tower.

When he died, he hugged the enemy tightly and never closed his eyes.

After that, the northern city gate was saved, reinforcements came, and the enemy retreated to make peace.

The emperor agreed, and he also affirmed General Yan's decision-making and gave these surviving generals the honor.

The current emperor is still afraid of the uproar of the people in the world. In order to cover up the ridiculous behavior of the Ninth Prince, the son of Concubine Shu, if it were not for the Ninth Prince's underestimation of the enemy, this battle would have been at a disadvantage from the beginning, and it would have been many years late to announce the list of those killed in the battle.

General Fu knew that the imperial court was in deficit.

If he took ten thousand steps back, he would understand that the regular army did not receive compensation and pension money, but they received military pay on weekdays and tripled it for participating in the war.

Moreover, if one person joins the army, the whole family will be exempted from corvee military service.

But what about the 50,000 people who were requisitioned and shed blood on the battlefield?

So General Fu was very ashamed when he saw the few sincere greetings written by Xu Tianxin, a common man.

At this time, General Fu sat there blankly and thought:

He never won a battle and never stopped getting promoted.

Even this time Huo Yunqian took over Beidi, he, a former Zhenbei veteran, was promoted to a higher level.

But there is clearly only one goal for the general, and that is to win.

Jia Lai had been thinking about how to use the people's visit to boost his morale later. This was an opportunity. He needed to have a good talk with the soldiers after today.

Unexpectedly, General Fu overturned the stool, stood up and took a few big steps forward. His face turned red before he opened his mouth.

What are you thinking about? Are you excited? It also shocked him.

"You are a bit rude in front of the general." Jialai warned.

Who are you talking to? Veterans like the former Zhenbei Army are not at all serious. No matter how excited they are, they cannot be so rude. If you keep some distance and speak, their general is somewhat mysophobic.

General Fu had no time to talk to Jia Lai.

General Fu came to Beidi from Huo Yunqian. Although he was convinced by the Huo family, he still has not forgotten that Mr. Huo took the lead. If it weren't for that idiot Ninth Prince, Mr. Huo would not have been carried back to the battlefield and was unconscious for two days. On that day, I woke up and the enemy troops had withdrawn, and Mr. Huo was disabled.

I also hope from the bottom of my heart that the Zhenbei army led by Huo Yunqian will become different.

But he always behaved a little awkwardly, feeling as if he was betraying General Yan by being too surrendered.

You must know that General Huo has only taken over for half a year. He cannot act like he is afraid of being poked in the spine.

But at this moment...

General Fu thought to himself: It turns out that people always need something to stimulate them, so that they can look straight into their hearts. It is like clearing away the fog of awakening for many years and just understanding what they can do before they grow old.

Especially since his wife and children are doing well thanks to him. As long as he doesn't rebel and will continue to be well, that's fine.

And what can he do? I have to say that the girl who can play the suona is quite domineering, and what she wrote is all what he wants to do in his life.

First, I hope that the Northland will be revitalized. Secondly, I hope that the strong army in the Northland will no longer be invaded by foreign enemies. Thirdly, I hope that if the enemy invaders can go, our army can also go. He must let the enemy army have a taste of what it means to be a general when troops are at the city's gates, but if he doesn't kill all around, his whole life will be in vain!

and:

"General!"

Although General Fu didn't think much about it, in fact, not long after, Huo Yunqian retracted his gaze from outside the dark city and turned to look at his men who were close at hand.

We are indeed a little close to him, can we talk from a distance: "Say."

"... I know that the general plans to open up wasteland. I have a ruthless request, and I hope the general will grant it. Back then, 53,000 warriors shed blood for the Northland. Can you..."

When Suihe came back, he was stopped by someone, saying that the generals were discussing matters inside.

Suihe never thought that these two pages of Xu Tianxin were really good. Maybe even if she lent Tian Xin ten heads, she wouldn't have thought of it. She was just asking people to discuss it. If the imperial court couldn't send out pension money, wouldn't it mean that the whole world was a royal land? Then their Zhenbei Army decided to invade the country.

There must be a charter for this matter, and it's time to give an explanation to those who regard death as home.

Then, after the dust has settled, we can face the defeat many years ago and admit our humiliation, only then can we realize our shame and be brave.

Moreover, General Fu from Yuan Zhenbei said that it was his suggestion that he write the memorial because he knew the general's difficulties well.

"The general agrees." The other six generals of the former Zhenbei Army stood up together, intending to write a memorial jointly with General Fu.

In order to prevent the imperial court from making trouble with their current general, who is too powerful and wants to station military fields behind his back.

Then there was a discussion around a topic: "We have already done all the work, why do we still have to let each household cultivate five acres?"

"That's a lot. You should know that if you give it, it will belong to the people. In a few years, the wasteland will become fertile land. How much is the price of one acre of fertile land, and how much is five acres."

"Huh? What you said is wrong. I also think that with the momentum of General Fenwu training our soldiers to death, our northern border will welcome more and more people and merchants to settle in the north of our town. Housing prices are still rising at that time. Can you sell food at the housing prices in a few years?"

"Bizhi thinks General Fu's words are very reasonable. Besides, it was Beizhi who was responsible for the tens of thousands of soldiers who served. I remember that some people were very provocative, and I still have the impression. If they didn't shed blood on the battlefield back then, they can't do it now. It is said that if you become a rich man, you will at least have enough food and clothing. When I dreamed about my humble job at midnight, I once thought that those brave men who stand out must be the backbone of the family."

Maybe it was the eldest son who took the initiative to take up the quota for military service.

The pillar of support has never returned, and his family members, over the years...

"What's wrong with the five acres of wasteland? With that ability, I tell you the truth, I have several candidates who I want to keep in the future, just to let them be ordinary soldiers under my hands. They have earned it over the years." Xu General, don’t be stubborn, just listen to me first!”

General Xu was furious. Are you and I stubborn? What you share is the king's land and your family's fiefdom? It's okay to distribute the royal soil and cut it first and then report it. If you distribute too much, even if there is a reason, the emperor will feel uncomfortable. If I don't cause trouble to you, a little border general, you won't have any objections to our general?

It's no better than a vegetable market inside.

Xu Youtian flashed through Huo Yunqian's mind, and he once wanted to take him away.

I thought of Xu Tianxin again, ah, I realized after reading the letter this time that it turned out to be the word "tian" and the word "xin".

well.

Unexpectedly, it would promote the relationship between the former Zhenbei generals and the Huo Jiajun generals.

Huo Yunqian waved his hand and said: "Eat the dumplings first, and we will celebrate the Lantern Festival here first."

It can be seen that Huo Yunqian is in a very good mood.

And in order not to disturb the excitement of the ordinary soldiers and people below, you see, none of these generals dared to go down to the tower, for fear that the people below would see them and bow to them.

(End of this chapter)