For the monarchs, ministers and family members on the campus, even if they could not see the actual situation in the mountains and forests, Habayashi Lang's reports again and again still touched the hearts of too many people.
Nearly two hours have passed, and the time has reached the end of noon. The competition has also reached the final critical moment.
Seeing He Yaomin, the Minister of Rites, who was sitting next to him, clenching his hands tightly, the Supreme Emperor asked cheerfully: "Who does He Aiqing think will win?"
He Yaomin is still worried about his grandson, He Chong can be said to be his most valued grandson.
The other children and grandchildren of the He family have average talents, but He Chong can be said to be extremely talented. He has practiced literature and martial arts since he was a child.
Why he was invited to be the judge of the conflict competition between the younger generations this time was not to make his grandson famous.
But until now, He Chong's talent has not been revealed, and the limelight has been taken by Jia Cong and Mu Congying of Prince Mu's Mansion.
Jia Cong's series of operations that see through people's hearts and command with determination, and Mu Congying's reputation for being decisive and brave in combat have been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Even the phoenix egg in Rongguo Mansion has been praised by many people. After all, Jia Baoyu, who has been doted on for more than ten years, can actually shoot an arrow at a quickly escaping archer. This alone is enough to amaze everyone.
He Yaomin was anxious, not because he resented others for taking away his grandson's opportunity, but simply because he was worried about his grandson's future.
Hearing the sage's question, He Yaomin relaxed a little and said with a wry smile: "I am a weak scholar, how can I understand military affairs? Alas, I am ashamed to say that I am naturally looking forward to my grandson... I hope that Yongfeng Bo will win. .After all, Uncle Yongfeng’s reputation for being good at fighting has long been famous both inside and outside the court.”
"No, I think he will lose."
The saint shook his head and made his own judgment. The emperor and princes on the side looked at the old man in surprise.
Liu Huai, the king of Ji, asked doubtfully: "Why do you think so, brother? The side attacking the mountain is obviously at a disadvantage, and the hearts of the people are divided. My brother and He Shangshu have the same view, and Jia Cong has a greater hope of victory."
The saint still just shook his head and did not give an explanation. Instead, he turned his attention to his son Liu Heng: "Fourth, tell me your opinion."
"My son is a little confused. The conductor of this competition should not be at Jia Cong's true level."
If we talk about the ambush at the beginning, Liu Heng thought it was normal.
But according to Yu Linlang's report, Jia Cong missed several key ambush opportunities, and actually planned to have the final decisive battle in the open space under the dragon flag, preparing to fight with the military general's son with open swords and guns.
This is contrary to Jia Cong's past habits, something is wrong!
Liu Heng still attached great importance to this competition in his heart. The country is always short of talents, especially when there is a crisis of talent generation. He is looking forward to the offensive and defensive sides in the mountains and forests.
The discussion on the high platform became more heated with the Second Saint's statement, and the bets of Fang Jingyan, the censor of the palace, became bigger and bigger.
In the beginning, more people bet on the attacker to win, but now most people bet on the defender. Even Xia Lingxing, the second assistant of the cabinet, put down twenty taels of silver, betting that the defender would win.
"Report! Your Majesty, Saint, the attackers have successfully passed through the final dense forest and are facing off against the defenders in the open space under the Dragon Flag."
Habayashiro sent the latest battle report: "When the attacker passed through the dense forest, two people fell into a trap and were eliminated by the defender's archers. Now there are still twenty-four people on the attacker's side and sixty on the defender's side. "
"Twenty-four versus sixty, no chance. What Uncle Yongfeng is best at is consuming the enemy's vitality. From the beginning, Uncle Yongfeng's strategy should be to continuously consume the attacking side's combat power..."
"I don't think it's that simple. If it's really to consume the attacker's combat power, why aren't there any ambushes at those traps? If I killed him while he was sick, I wouldn't have waited until the enemy came to the city."
"That makes sense! Does Uncle Yongfeng have other preparations?"
"I don't know either, just wait and see."
…
The dragon flag was hunting in the wind. Jia Cong looked at the exhausted appearance of Mu Congying and others not far away. He smiled and said to He Chong: "The result of this competition is finally coming, but before the decisive battle, I have one thing to do." Announce……"
Um?
He Chong held the wooden sword in his hand tightly and was waiting for Jia Cong to give the order. He looked at Jia Cong doubtfully, but his eyes widened in surprise.
Jia Cong suddenly waved his hand and grinned at Mu Congying and others opposite him.
Then he shouted loudly: "Jia Cong, the commander-in-chief of the defenders, delayed a decisive battle with the enemy and spent a lot of money and food. As a result, the ministers in the court impeached him for being afraid of the enemy, wasting money and food, and wasting the opportunity to fight. The emperor ordered to seize the title and dismissal from office. , was escorted back to the capital for trial. Deputy General He Chong took over as commander and will be responsible for future wars."
ah?
What?
Not only was He Chong and others confused, Mu Congying was even more confused.
Can it still be like this?
"Xie Yuanlang, Uncle Yongfeng, my Third Master Cong, what are you going to do?"
He Chong felt like he was going crazy. This was a war. What was the purpose of this self-destructive behavior?
The scholars on the side immediately panicked. From the outside, sixty of our own people faced twenty-four, and they were obviously going to win.
But they are already used to Jia Cong's command. Without this coach, how can they fight?
Jia Cong shrugged: "Brother Wenshan, think about it for yourself. If the events leading up to this competition were placed on a real battlefield, would all my arrangements and commands be accused of being afraid of the enemy, delaying fighter planes, and wasting space?" Money and food? That’s it, I can no longer stay on the battlefield, and the rest will be up to you."
Having said that, Jia Cong ignored He Chong who was deep in thought, waved to both parties, walked south leisurely, and even patted the sluggish Baoyu on the shoulder...
Is this really going to happen?
meeting!
As the saint enthroned, the old ministers of Zhaowu slowly left the court, and many new officials who were used to living a peaceful life came up.
They are not familiar with military affairs and do not pay attention to the actual situation on the battlefield. As long as they think they are justified, they will try their best to find fault and impeach regardless of the command of the generals at the front.
In this battle of Hexi, Wang Ziteng deliberately lengthened the front line to consume the Xining Army's strength in order to avoid unnecessary casualties.
Because it was too far away from the capital and the actual situation ahead could not be reported back to the capital for a while, some people accused Prince Tengguan of being afraid of the enemy and plotting evil. It is said that the Secretary of General Affairs was piled with impeachment papers.
If it weren't for Emperor Shengming, Prince Teng would have been escorted back to the capital for trial. If another civilian with no military knowledge was sent to supervise the army, He Chong could imagine what kind of tragedy would happen in Hexi.
"Brother Wenshan, how could Uncle Yongfeng do this? Is he deliberately giving trouble to the person opposite?"
"Brother Virgin, think carefully about what happened in the capital in the past few months. Is it as what Uncle Yongfeng said?"
"this……"
He Chong had heard his grandfather mention this matter many times in the past few days, so he naturally understood the meaning of Jia Cong's words.
He interrupted Tan Qin and Tan Weizhen's complaints, and smiled helplessly: "Get ready for a decisive battle. Uncle Yongfeng is giving me a heads up."
Some people understood it, some people didn't.
This moment is no longer important, because the enemy has already set up a formation and is preparing to launch a general attack when their coach is gone and the morale of the army is unstable.
"But how should we fight? Brother Wenshan, how should we fight? Do we still fight according to Uncle Yongfeng's previous arrangements?"
He Chong didn't know how to arrange his troops, but fortunately Jia Cong had already made arrangements, so there would be no chaos in the offense and defense.
He nodded and shouted loudly: "Everyone, please follow Uncle Yongfeng's previous arrangements and stay calm. Don't worry, our number is twice that of the other party. The advantage is mine!"
…
"This He Chong is good. He knows that he doesn't know how to arrange troops and formations, and he doesn't give blind orders. Unfortunately, the battlefield is changing rapidly, and the formations and formations of troops must also make corresponding changes with the changes on the battlefield. I still lack insight, fourth child. This child can be cultivated!”
The Supreme Emperor glanced at Jia Cong, who was already sitting by the side eating snacks, and cursed angrily: "This kid just needs to be spanked, and he dares to say anything. When we get back to Beijing, let's see if I don't spank his ass to pieces!"
Liu Heng replied faintly: "Father, I think he is right. But if the emperor with a softer ear encounters what happened before, Hexi will be in danger."
"The veteran also believes that what Uncle Yongfeng said is very likely to happen. At least it has been recorded in history books, no less than dozens of times."
He Yaomin looked at the gloomy-looking civil servants on the high platform on the left, and said bitterly: "Since the separation of vassal towns in the late Tang Dynasty, people have often said that civil servants should control military affairs, but there are very few civil servants who are truly proficient in martial arts. If civil servants are used as commanders, Supervisor, are you really good? I can’t imagine what would happen if Mr. Wang was suddenly recalled during the Battle of Hexi..."
"Report! The winner has been decided in the competition. The dragon flag has been captured. The defenders have been completely wiped out, and only three of the attackers are left."
The battle situation suddenly reported back by Yu Linlang made He Yaomin close his eyes. He did not close his eyes because his grandson was defeated, but brought him into the Battle of Hexi. He did not dare to imagine the consequences of Wang Ziteng being impeached and dismissed from office.
The civilian officials on the high platform on the left looked even more gloomy, while the military generals cheered loudly and happily. Some people are complaining about Jia Cong's sudden self-destructive behavior, and some are thinking about the reasons and implications of Jia Cong's behavior.
Jia Cong was still nibbling snacks leisurely, seemingly uninterested in all of this.
The people in the mountain forest soon returned to the main campus, and both the attackers and defenders were dejected.
Even Mu Congying, who came back with the dragon flag in hand, looked ashamed and unwilling. After returning the dragon flag, she silently returned to the team, listless.
Did you win? Won, but also lost.
If the brothers hadn't sacrificed their lives, they probably wouldn't have won the final battle.
If the defenders were defeated, they would be defeated because they could not accept death. In addition, Yongfeng Bo withdrew before the battle, which disrupted their military morale, and they allowed themselves to seize the opportunity.
The twenty-four people broke through the opponent's defense with the force of charging into the formation. The brave man won when they met on a narrow road. After all, the literati had not received orthodox military training, so they could not maintain the defensive formation after breaking the formation.
After He Chong was no longer able to command effectively, he could only fight on his own, and was quickly defeated one by one by the attackers.
Although they used their numerical advantage to defeat 80% of the opponent's troops, their own army was also completely wiped out.
Alas, it can be said that no one won this battle, everyone lost!
"My dear fellows, raise your heads!"
Liu Heng looked at the more than a hundred young people who were dejected and felt very happy.
Only when you know your shame and then become brave will you become a good boy!
Ruo Mu Congying and other military general's nephews will be standing happily on the campus. He will have people send a message to the elders of this group of young people, and hang them all on the tree and whip them hard with whips.
As the emperor's voice spread, everyone raised their heads.
The emperor looked full of comfort and comforted the young man with a smile.
"You are all good men of Daxia. No matter whether you lose or win in the competition, in my heart, you all win. If you dare to use your sword when facing an enemy, if you can persevere until the last moment, it is an amazing victory..."
With the emperor's comfort, the group of young men, both civil and military, slowly recovered and looked excitedly at the emperor who was wearing a red-bottomed gold dragon robe on the high platform.
The emperor spent two quarters of an hour briefly reviewing the entire match, and pointed out the strengths and weaknesses of both offense and defense.
Even though Liu Heng has never actually been on the battlefield, he has a good father. From the beginning, the Supreme Emperor gave his son a detailed analysis of the war in the mountains and forests, and the young man in the audience was completely impressed by the eloquent emperor.
When Liu Heng was impressed by the young man in the audience, he turned around and asked the saint: "Father, do you want to say a few words?"
Jia Cong touched his growling stomach and cried in his heart.
No, every time the leader asks me to add a few words, an hour passes! He's starving~
The saint glanced at his son: You have said everything I want to say, what else do you want me to say?
The saint stood up slowly, looked at the excited young men in the audience with a smile, waved his hand and said: "Good boys, are you hungry? You are all good boys, I am very satisfied!"
"Long live, long live, long live..."
The young people in the audience had been praised by the Second Sage. They had long forgotten the disappointment just now, and they all raised their fists and shouted long live.
The smile on the face of the sage became even brighter: "I am happy today. Come and give me a banquet. Today I will have a good drink with the good men of Daxia!"
…
It was already late, and both the monarchs, ministers, officials and their families on the stage, as well as the young men who had been fighting fiercely all morning, were already hungry.
Fortunately, the imperial dining room where the guards were serving had always prepared meals. Following the sage's instructions, a banquet was set up directly on the campus.
Jia Cong, who was happily holding a chicken leg in his hand and chewing on it, was inadvertently carried to the front of the palace by Cao Dudu.
Accompanying the two saints at the meal were the princes of the clan and important officials in the court, including King Liu Huai of Hebei, Duke Zhang Yue of England, Xia Lingxing, the Second Assistant to the Cabinet, He Yaomin, Minister of Rites, and so on.
Jia Cong finished chewing the chicken drumstick in his hand, wiped his mouth and bowed.
"Master Saint, are you calling me?"
The Supreme Emperor pointed at the British Duke Zhang Yue: "Tell Zhang Qing, if you had stayed and continued to command, would the victory or defeat have changed?"
Jia Cong shook his head without hesitation: "It's difficult! The chance of winning is less than 30%."
Zhang Yue nodded and smiled at each other. This result was within the prediction range of the two.
He Yaomin was a little puzzled: "How could it be? If Uncle Yongfeng hadn't left, Wenshan and the others wouldn't be in moral disarray. At least holding the dragon flag wouldn't be a problem."
"Master He made a mistake. Regardless of whether I leave or not, as long as Mu Congying and the others set up a military formation and charge into it forcefully, these scholars who have never received military training will simply not be able to maintain the hastily built military morale. .”
Jia Cong thought for a while and added: "Of course, there is a chance to win. As long as I kill Mu Congying as the leader from the beginning, the winning rate will increase by at least 20%. This grandson of Mr. Qian is a good person. The seedling. He is the key to maintaining the morale of the attacking side. If he is eliminated, the attacking side may collapse without a fight."
He Yaomin thought of Mu Congying's performance in the competition and couldn't help but nod: "That's true. This boy is worthy of being a descendant of Prince Mu's palace. He is a good young man. But why didn't Uncle Yongfeng do this?"
Jia Cong looked at the civil and military disciples who were gradually becoming harmonious under the high platform, and replied with a smile: "I just want to try and see if I can make them understand that war is not a one-man show for military generals or civil servants. Daxia needs two legs. walk!"
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I’ll stop here today and continue tomorrow.
Good night!
(End of chapter)
