The fate of writers

Chapter 119 Yin County was surrounded unexpectedly
In April, the season of spring planting, the field was barren, Feng Qingshan led the Eastern Bandits, or should be said the Eastern Army surrounded Yin County.

Yin County is like a cage, the people inside can't get out, can't get in, and it's hard to fly with wings.

Feng Qingshan has led the troops to surround for half a month, and he is under a lot of pressure.He came to the camp where Wang Tiande was stationed, but he didn't see anyone.

He kicked the little soldier who collected the bill hard, and asked angrily, "Where is the military division?"

Once Wang Tiande's name was promoted, people couldn't remember it, so Feng Qingshan called him a military division.

The kicked person replied tremblingly: "Go back to your lord, the military adviser left early in the morning, and he didn't explain anything."

Feng Qingshan waved his horsewhip and gave Xiaobing another slap: "Won't you ask him if he didn't explain? You're as stupid as a pig!"

Wang Tiande was wearing a coir raincoat, and it was still raining lightly before dawn, but it stopped now. He just came back and witnessed Feng Qingshan's violent scene, so he quickly stopped him and said, "General, don't embarrass Ding Fu, you can't say anything. Even if he asked, he couldn't ask anything. What does the general want from me?"

Wang Tiande is back, Feng Qingshan naturally won't target the poor soldier.

"You asked me what I wanted from you? We have been surrounded for almost half a month, and neither the county magistrate has surrendered nor seen chaos in the city. If the siege continues like this, we will not be able to hold on anymore.

All the talk about benevolence and virtue is nonsense!The siege can no longer be continued and the city must be attacked immediately. "Feng Qingshan grasped the riding crop with his right hand and was eager to try it. He wished he could give it to this ignorant scholar, but he couldn't. This realization made him even more irritable.

"Don't be impatient, general. The messenger I sent is coming back soon. I've been waiting for so many days, why not wait two more days?" Wang Tiande didn't show a trace of panic on his face, and he still had the look of winning.

Anyway, when Feng Qingshan saw Wang Tiande's face and expression, he was very irritable. He really wanted to tear off the mask on his face.

"Messenger! Messenger! Messenger! Which number is this? The previous one has gone in and there has been no news. This one has been in for two days, right? Wait, wait, I can't wait." Accompanying Wang Tiande to play this Wanghuarende game is The one thing Feng Qingshan regrets the most this year, if not for...

"Yinxian County is a major grain-producing county. We can't afford to waste it with them. No, we must attack the city now, immediately, immediately!" Feng Qingshan's pity is not the grain and grass transported along the way. Anyway, the civil affairs are under the control of Wang Tiande. What he really covets is Proceeds from destroying the city.These days, Wang Tiandeke can't make ends meet, but he himself is very extravagant, spending money like running water, if he doesn't make extra money, he will die of poverty.If Yinxian surrendered properly, wouldn't it be equivalent to his gold and silver treasures flying with wings?

"Yin County is a major grain-producing county, but its grain is given priority to Pingbo Prefecture, and the rest of the grain is barely enough. Moreover, in recent years, more and more people in Yin County do not grow grain, and instead grow medicinal materials, tea .

We have not only the seven prefectures and 39 counties behind us, but also the support of His Majesty. General, please rest assured that Yin County will be the first to fail.General, this is a weapon that subdues others without fighting.General, please wait one more day. If there is no more news from this messenger, I will definitely interfere less in this war. "Wang Tiande began to talk nonsense with mixed truth and falsehood.

Wang Tiande's heart was not at peace. He clenched his sweaty palms tightly and did not dare to let anyone see the slightest flaw, because the number of days Yinxian held on was far beyond his expectation.

A day has passed, and I don't know if the messenger sent this time will come back.

(End of this chapter)