"Go and put the incense sticks on General Shen. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it later." Fang Zilan interrupted Vice General Cao's words. He nodded in agreement and went straight into the mourning hall.
Fang Zilan stood outside and waited until Deputy General Cao came out, walked quickly to her side, and said in a low voice: "Boss, I'm afraid the army may not have enough food and grass."
"Go back and tell us." Fang Zilan's heart sank, and she took Deputy General Cao back to the tent. Several other deputy generals were already waiting inside.
One of the lieutenants said: "Master Fang, the Miluo people were too cruel. Not to mention nearly half of the casualties in the night attack. Although we won the battle today, we still lost hundreds of brothers."
"Miluo people are good at martial arts, and their skills are not weak." Fang Zilan sighed softly, "How many more do we have?"
"Including the three thousand you brought, Mr. Fang, there are less than ten thousand people." Another deputy general looked dim, "Almost all the Qiluo City defenders were wiped out, and the people brought by General Shen were also killed. More than half..."
"What are you talking about?" Vice General Cao slapped the deputy general. Fang Zilan looked up and said, "Old Cao, what happened to the food and grass you told me just now?"
"I sent someone to count the food and grass in the army. It can last for at least half a month." Vice General Cao said cautiously. Fang Zilan raised her hand and frowned slightly, "I will send a letter back to Beijing later and ask the court to send food and grass. Old Cao, you can find it A few people are going to check out the food storage situation of the people in the city. If it is absolutely necessary, we may have to ask for food from the people in the city."
"Okay." Deputy General Cao took the order and left. Fang Zilan greeted the remaining deputy generals and said: "Mu Chuji and Jiang Hanze are both injured. Murong Xun has not arrived yet. The Miluo people should be peaceful for a few days. In these few days In addition to recuperating and recuperating, we also need to prepare our defenses well, and we must not let the Miluo people take advantage of the loopholes."
For several days after that, the people of Miluo did nothing, and the grain and grass approved by the Central Government were already on the way. Everything seemed calm. But for some reason, Fang Zilan always felt uneasy.
That day she was on patrol as usual, but suddenly someone came to report that there was important military information. She hurried back to her tent and summoned her lieutenants.
A certain deputy general said: "Our army's spies reported that Murong Xun suddenly suffered from an old illness and would be unable to make it for a while, so he secretly ordered someone to escort the food and grass to come ahead."
"Sudden illness?" Fang Zilan frowned slightly, looked at Zhou Lang and said, "Vice General Zhou, I remember you told me before that Murong Xun got seriously ill at the beginning of the year. Do you know what the specific situation was?"
"This...I'm not particularly clear. I only heard that at that time, Prince Zhongzheng's palace invited famous doctors from all over the world, and even invited the priests of Miluo. They found many ways to save Murong Xun's life." Zhou Lang said slowly: "Since then From then on, Murong Xun lived in seclusion and did not even go to the morning court."
"Murong Xun is so seriously ill, why did the new emperor of Miluo let him lead the army?" Fang Zilan looked solemn, Zhou Lang did not speak, and a deputy general next to him couldn't help but said: "Since Murong Xun is seriously ill, then we might as well do it halfway. The food and fodder of the Miluo people."
Fang Zilan raised her eyes and looked over, "Vice General Chen, you led the people to burn the food and grass during the day and night attack. Are you sure you burned them all?"
"I can't guarantee that everything will be burned completely." Vice General Chen's voice was a little lower. "The situation was urgent that day. In order to escape, I didn't see the end. However, the wind was strong that night and the fire spread quickly. Even if the Miluo people were able to rescue them, I'm afraid There isn’t much left.”
Fang Zilan recalled that night. When she left the camp, she looked back and saw that the fire was so intense that she could not save her. Thinking of this, she felt a little relieved, but she still did not agree with Vice General Chen's idea of robbing food and grass.
"Master Fang, this opportunity cannot be missed. If we can cut off the Miluo people's food and grass supplies, we will definitely make them fall into disarray." Vice General Chen still refused to give up and advised: "When the imperial reinforcements arrive, we will be able to push the Miluo people back. ”
"If the secret transportation of grain is a trap, Murong Xun did not suffer from an old illness..." Fang Zilan did not continue, and Vice Admiral Cao looked stern, "Then wouldn't we have to lose many brothers in vain?"
"Send someone to investigate again." After Fang Zilan said that, his eyes fell on Vice General Chen and said coldly: "No one is allowed to move without my order. Violation will be punished by military law."
"Yes." Everyone answered in unison, making Fang Zilan's heart jump up and down, unable to control himself. If the news is true, God bless Dajing. This is their perfect opportunity to turn the tide of the war.
But if the Miluo people deliberately spread false news, it would mean losing troops and generals, which would increase consumption, but she couldn't afford it. She had promised to defend Miluo City for a month, but it had not yet been ten days. For the first time, she felt that living like this was like a year.
"Report!" The messenger's loud voice broke the silence in the tent, "There are white flags hanging on the tents of the Miluo Army outside the city."
Fang Zilan blurted out subconsciously: "What did you say?"
The messenger repeated, "There are white flags hanging on the tents of the Miluo army outside the city. In addition, Jiang Hanze is organizing his troops."
"Is Mu Chuji dead?" Fang Zilan's eyelids twitched, Zhou Lang nodded, "It should be, according to Miluo's rules, if an ordinary general dies, the white flag will not be hung. And Jiang Hanze is reorganizing the army at this time... "
Fang Zilan gritted her teeth and said, "He wants to avenge Mu Chuji."
"Master Fang, if we go head-to-head with the Miluo people, we won't get anything good." Vice General Chen stood up again at this time, "I voluntarily ask for orders to rob the Miluo people of their food and grass."
A deputy general on the other side also agreed, "If we rob the Miluo people's food and grass, we will not only cut off their supplies, but also relieve our food and grass difficulties."
Other lieutenants also echoed: "Yes, although the imperial court's food and grass are on the way, the area in the south has been very chaotic recently. Who knows whether it will arrive on time?"
Fang Zilan raised her hand to signal everyone to be quiet. She looked at Vice General Chen intently and said with a serious expression: "I will give you a thousand people, and you go and rob me of the Miluo people's food and grass. If you can't rob me, I will burn them." "
"A thousand people?" Deputy General Chen's eyes widened in disbelief, and the other deputy generals couldn't help but whisper.
"Did you know that if this was a trap by the Miluo people, a thousand people and you wouldn't be able to survive?" Fang Zilan's expression grew colder, and Vice General Chen pursed his lips, "Master Fang, two thousand people, I only need two thousand people... "
"Fifteen hundred people." Fang Zilan interrupted him with a cold voice, "This is the most I can give."
Vice General Chen took a deep breath and said, "General, I have received your order. Let's order the troops now."
"Vice General Zhou, you have always acted prudently. Go and keep an eye on Vice General Chen." After Fang Zilan made arrangements, everyone went out to work, leaving only Deputy General Cao in the tent.
"Boss, are you worried that the Miluo people are deceiving us?" Vice General Cao asked tentatively. Fang Zilan sighed softly, "Mu Chuji is still young. Although he has strategies, he is not cautious. Jiang Hanze is obviously following him to look after him. I I don’t think Jiang Hanze dares to joke about Mu Chuji’s life and death and lead us into the situation, but I don’t dare to take a gamble.”
Vice General Cao opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Fang Zilan raised the corners of her lips and smiled reluctantly, "That's all, maybe God is on our side this time?"
However, contrary to expectations, God was not on her side this time. On the third day after Vice General Chen led his troops to rob grain and grass, she received a gift from the Miluo people - Vice General Chen's head and a letter.
The letter read: Of the 1,500 people in Dajing, no one survived.
Everything in the words was frivolous and disdainful, making Fang Zilan want to tear the letter into pieces. The last sentence of the letter is - sister, are you satisfied with the gift I gave you? The signature is Mu Chuji.
"Boss..." Vice General Cao looked at her gloomy expression and was about to say something when he saw Zhou Lang rushing in in a panic, "Mr. Fang, it's bad, a large number of people are coming towards Qiluo City. !”
"Why are there so many people?" Vice General Cao looked shocked, and Zhou Lang said angrily: "It's Murong Xun! He massacred a city, and the people in other cities wanted to escape from the city, but they were driven and killed all the way here..."
