Chapter 68 Encounter in the temple As a fortress city heading north to the Wei Kingdom, Daliang City's walls were strong and into the distance from the crenellations of the city wall, it can be seen that the neat and majestic military formation of the Chu army has been slowly surrounded by the Wei army.
The siege was not to encircle everything, but to deliberately leave several exits for the Chu army to escape.
Now, the Chu army was about to experience the pain and worry of being besieged.
Although they had looted some food and grass these days, they were not as abundant as the Wei , the vanguard troops who went out to plunder were massacred by the Wei army, which somewhat affected the morale of the Chu army.
In the Chu army's marching tent, General Xiang Yan was analyzing the battle situation in front of the map, while Mi Fuchu was leaning beside the bed, putting down the secret edict he had just read.
"A race like Nanyi, which has been shrunk in a smoky land for hundreds of years, actually dares to send troops to attack the southern border of Chu. Surrendering and then rebelling is a breach of trust and etiquette, and deserves death!"
He raised his thick black eyebrows and said with some disdain: "A mere 20 soldiers and horses are worthy of my father's decree to call me back? And I don't know what my father thinks, but he actually wants to conquer it himself!"
Hearing this, Xiang Yan put down the command flag marking the location in his hand, turned around in shock and said: "Since your Majesty ordered me to wait back, I should try my best to break through the siege and protect the army back to Chu."
"What's the hurry?" Mi Fuchu stood up, looked out through the opened curtain, and said with a smile on his lips, "General, don't forget the purpose of our trip."
purpose? At first it was to get the military secrets, but later it became more than just this.
"Since Wei Ji wants to fight, let's fight!"
Mi Fuchu planted a flag on the map where the Wei army was, and said fiercely: "If we can achieve the ultimate goal, even if Shouchun City is occupied, it will be worth it!"
Shouchun is the capital of the country! If it was occupied, wouldn't it mean that the country would be destroyed?
But Xiang Yan did not refute.
After spending these days together, he has seen how vicious Mi Fuchu is.
What's more, he is a general of the Chu State and must obey his that he is out leading the troops, he can only obey the orders of the royal prince.
As long as it is ultimately for the good of the people of Chu State, let him fight, and he will fight! "In that case," Xiang Yan put one hand on the back of the sword and said in a cold voice, "instead of waiting for Wei Ji to separate and kill him, it is better to take the initiative! Let's fight tonight!"
Outside the camp, 30 armored soldiers stood silently north, east, and west are Wei's 40 troops.
In front of the military formation, a young man in white sat on his horse and threw down his token.
"Attack camp!"
The sound of fighting on the Chu-Wei border could not be heard by travelers as far away as the Wei-Han border.
The patter of winter rain, mixed with bits of snow that melted on the ground, left shallow ruts on the official road.
In the dilapidated Dragon King Temple, Jiang Anqing, who was sheltered from the rain, sat on a carriage and wrapped his knees tightly with the bearskin knee pads that Jiang He had mended for him personally.
They have been out for three days.
First heading north and then west, in order to prevent Zongjun from finding him and blocking him from meeting Jiang He, Jiang Anqing took the little girl Cai Ling in a big circle.
Fortunately, these roads seemed to be engraved in his heart, and so far they had not taken the wrong path.
Next, go north to the Yellow River Ferry, and then go all the way east to Daliang.
Outside in the dry place, the little girl was using wood picked from the mountains to bake meat cakes, fruits and vegetables, and was breaking open a piece of sweet potato.
The sweet potato hearts are already cooked, but the outside skin is also a little carefully removed the burnt parts, peeled off the skin, put the soft and waxy potato hearts into a clay bowl, pressed them into small pieces with a wooden spoon, and poured in boiling potato soup is ready and the baked pancakes are and preserved dried radish and bacon are cut into pieces and sandwiched into the dough. The freshly baked snacks are spread with honey. The hard-boiled eggs are cut into pieces, sprinkled with a drop of sesame oil and a thin layer of salt.
Cai Ling brought these to the carriage, opened the curtain and handed them in.
"Sir, my servant will feed you."
"You can eat it too," Jiang Anqing said, "Try what I taught you to make, and see if it tastes good."
Since slowly regaining consciousness, he can now hold chopsticks with his left hand to eat.
When he was tortured by the Wei State to extract a confession, he lost one of his arms, his eyes were stabbed blind, and he didn't know where the needle was inserted, and his head became dizzy from time to time.
Occasionally, there are clear moments, such as that time when he suddenly heard someone calling him chess piece fell from his hand, and a gleam of light seemed to shine through his heart.
Later, I woke up more and more every day.
He knew that his daughter had come back and saved he couldn't have a frank chat with Jiang He yet. On the one hand, he had low energy and had unbearable headaches from time to time. On the other hand, he needed time to understand what had happened in the past three years and think about what to do next. .
They never avoid talking to him. It's good to be in the dark where no one is watching.
But just as he figured it out, Jiang He and Wei Ji went to rescue Daliang City.
So he has to find his daughter.
When his stubborn daughter found out that he was well, he was so happy and excited that he could talk and tell her some potato soup was sweet, the meatloaf was salty, and the eggs were tender and sweet, but Jiang Anqing only ate a little, then opened the car curtain and called for Cai Ling.
"Cailing!" His voice was gentle but alert, "Someone is coming."
Cai Ling immediately put the plates and dishes into the front room of the carriage, took out the hidden dagger and put it into his sleeve pocket, then took out a match, extinguished the fire with rainwater, wiped the thick black ash on it, and patted it on his face superior.
The originally clean little girl suddenly looked like she had just emerged from a burned down house.
She then sat in the front room of the carriage, looking carefully and eating quickly.
In the two or three days since she left Luoyang, Jiang Anqing not only taught her how to drive, but also how to protect herself outside.
First, prevent others from having evil intentions. If you can't avoid it, then stab out the dagger and fight with all your strength.
But when she saw who it was, she suddenly felt that even if she had a hundred arms stabbing out daggers today, it would be useless.
What came were armored warriors, majestic generals, and a man with handsome features and majestic features, but not an angry self, who looked cold and scary.
The man got off his horse, glanced sideways at Cai Ling, and then looked at the general.
The general immediately said: "Xu is a passerby."
The man nodded and said in a deep and cold voice: "It's much faster to go via South Korea this time."
"Yes," the general said, "but our light cavalry will go first, and the main force will follow. If South Korea has the courage to attack, it will be convenient for him."
Naturally, South Korea did not have the courage to attack. Not only did they not have the courage, they also hoped that this army would reach the border of Chu and Wei as soon as possible, and it was best to beat them to pieces and never this way, Yong State became even poorer and weaker.
I don't have the ability to be strong, so I spend all my time praying for others' misfortune.
It is still raining outside, because it is winter rain, and it can easily cause typhoid fever if it falls on the body.
The dozen or so generals who walked into the Dragon King Temple to take shelter from the rain calmly waited for the rain to stop. Because there were outsiders, the conversation was concise and concise. After a few words, no one spoke.
The little girl Cai Ling didn't know that the people she was worried about with her black face were Dayong soldiers with strict military disciplines.
The man she thought was both handsome and terrifying was Zhao Zheng, the king of Dayong.
Zhao Zheng stood tall and resolute, looking quietly at the dense rain in the woods.
It seems that if you work hard enough, you can see the woman on the other side of the rain curtain who is ready to turn the tide.
The atmosphere in the ruined temple was quiet but weird. On one side was a girl eating carefully, on the other side were soldiers wearing armor and holding swords. In the middle, there was a blazing flame, and the man's eyes were heavy.
In this unspeakable silence, a voice suddenly said: "Are these passers-by soldiers from the Yong Kingdom?"
"Crack-" The sound of the weapon being drawn penetrated the rain curtain. Meng Tian, who was behind Zhao Zheng, immediately took a few steps forward and shouted: "Who is it?"
The man in the carriage slowly took a sip of potato porridge and said in a low, soothing yet distant voice, "You are a pariah in the country of Qi."
He is from the Qi State, that is, the same clan as her mother country.
Zhao Zheng raised his hand gently, and Meng Tian retracted his long knife and stepped back, but his sharp eyes were fixed on the closed curtain of the carriage, as if he was afraid that at the next moment, a crossbow would be stretched out somewhere and shoot at his loyal heart. The auxiliary king.
However, Zhao Zheng walked towards the carriage, judged the age of the people in the carriage based on the depth of the voice, and said, "Since I know that he is a soldier of the Yong Kingdom, I don't know what advice I have."
Since entering the ruined temple, Zhao Zheng noticed that the curtain of this carriage had never been it was not from their clothes that one could infer their nationality, it was from hearing their few words of conversation.
In their conversation, except for the mention of passing through South Korea, there was no other information.
Being able to tell where someone is coming from just a few words is a big deal.
But Meng Tian curled his lips in confusion.
Why is Your Majesty so humble? Is there anyone in this world who dares to teach His Majesty Yong Guo?
"Advice is out of the question." Jiang Anqing in the carriage still did not open the curtain, but his voice seemed to be carried far away, "I would like to ask, Your Majesty, did you go to the battlefield of Chu and Wei for the sake of Guo Zuo, or for the sake of Guo Zuo? Where are women?”
Zhao Zheng's expression suddenly changed, and Meng Tian had already stepped forward quickly.
Rain fell from the sky, and Meng Tian stretched out his hand, wanting to lift the car curtain and pull out the person inside.
Beat up.
(End of this chapter)