In a generous atmosphere, Mang Mao said: "With the help of the Prime Minister, this battle will be won!"
"We must win! We must win!" Wei Qi also cheered. When the servants below heard the sudden cheers of victory from the adults in the Nuan Pavilion, they all thought that the two generals must have discussed some wonderful battle plan, and they exchanged excited glances.
"Of course," Mang Mao said, "we can fight once, but never again."
"One battle is enough, there will never be a second war!" Wei Qi said.
"If our army doesn't fight, won't the Qin army also fight?" Mang Mao asked anxiously.
"What does this mean?"
"The Qin people discuss the merits of the leader and the punishment of the leader. If one person is killed in the army, one of the enemy must be killed to atone for the crime; if a general and lieutenant is killed, an equivalent number of the enemy's generals and chiefs must be killed to atone for the crime. In Duanzi, it is for killing the enemy and meritorious service, while in Qin, it is for killing the generals who broke the army. If the corresponding heads are not beheaded, the Qin people will not be able to return to the country, and they will all die in battle; if they return to the country, they will be beheaded according to the number of losses. His death will be the same."
"This,..., what should I do?"
"Is it necessary to win the prime minister's country first?"
"Me? How can I solve this problem!"
"First, the Qin army must kill the corresponding heads, regardless of losses, otherwise the Qin army will not retreat, and the plot will be ineffective. Second, the king must cut off the land as soon as possible to retreat the Qin army. If it is delayed, chaos will inevitably occur. "
Wei Qi looked troubled: "Oh, that's not right, that's not right. Well, aren't we asking Han for rescue? If the Han army is defeated, the damage will not be borne by our army. Is that right?"
Mang Mao said: "This is a very good strategy! The Prime Minister must have a plan to tell the King of Han."
Wei Qi said quickly: "No, no. How can I persuade the King of Han? It's just a word, just a word."
Mang Mao said: "Has your Majesty ever sent an envoy to Korea?"
Wei Qi said: "We plan to send him as soon as possible after the dynasty."
Mang Mao said: "It must not be too late, and the reward must be generous."
Wei Qi said: "How should I say it?"
Mang Mao said: "Why use new words? It's just that the three Jins are one, uniting to resist Qin. Who does the king want to be his envoy?"
Wei Qi said: "The matter of sending envoys has been handed over to Dr. Jia. He has many contacts, so he must have a suitable choice."
"How will your Majesty reward you?"
"Thousands of pieces of silk, thousands of grains. Mang Qing thinks about it, don't make things difficult for me. How can I get these rewards!"
Mang Mao said: "Those who are capable work hard, so what's the point of being a prime minister? However, it seems difficult to sway the heart of the King of Han with just a mere reward."
"How much does Mang Qing think is appropriate?"
"With a humble view, Han will not send troops without the reward of three cities."
"Three cities? The Qin people may not be able to occupy my three cities. Let the Qin people fight!"
"If you are humble and talk too much, the Prime Minister will calm down."
"No, no. I am not Mangqing, but I think that there are people in the court who want to cede land for peace. Land is limited. Only with land can you have food and silk, right? Only with food and silk can you have salary, right? Without land, What are they eating? They are so stupid!"
Mang Mao remained silent, looking at Wei Qi's indignant expression.
"That's it, that's all, let's not mention these fool's matters. That's how it's settled."
"Entrusted by the Prime Minister, there is no difference between humbleness and honor. The key to this matter is that we can only fight once, tens of thousands! If we fight again, we will lose!"
"Just take it one step at a time. If you have victory in hand, everything will turn around."
"Prime Minister, please do not be negligent. Soldiers are in a place of life and death, and the path to survival must be investigated first. When things are urgent, you may not be caught off guard."
"Be patient and considerate. You will have a good plan when the time comes so that Mang Qing won't be in trouble."
"The prime minister is determined, has good plans in his belly, has thousands of soldiers in his chest, and has a humble heart."
"Good, good. It's late at night and Mang Qing is tired. Please have a drink."
"The Prime Minister is tired of his work, so I have to take my humble leave!"
"Tibu Mangqing, I feel very uneasy!"
The two bowed to each other and exited one after another. Wei Qi was sent out of the hall. The second son of the Mang family was still chatting with the family in the hall. When they saw the two coming out, they stood up and came to greet them. While the three of them were reciting the ceremony, the servants had already prepared the carriage and brought it out. The four of them walked down the steps. Mang and his son said goodbye again and went out. They took the reins from the servant boy and the three of them got on the carriage. Mang Chen took out a piece of money from his sleeve and stuffed it into the servant boy's hand before getting on the carriage.
After walking through the quiet street and undergoing several interrogations, the sleepy gatekeeper opened the inner door and led the horse into the house. The third son and two gentlemen of the family have not returned home yet. Someone who saw the three people coming back reported them, and the five people welcomed them out of the hall. After meeting and greeting each other, Mang Mao said, "Sir, please wait in the Nuan Pavilion while I change my clothes." Mang Yin and others then invited the gentlemen into the Nuan Pavilion and ordered them to prepare the wine and fruits.
After everything was settled and settled, Mr. Hu Zhong asked: "What do you think when the Lord enters the Prime Minister's Mansion?"
Mang Mao said: "As expected, Mr. Duanzi did it. What do you think? The king wants Duanzi to make military exploits and control the arsenal."
Hu Zhong was surprised and said: "If you use cloth clothes to control the arsenal, you can achieve great achievements."
Mang Mao said: "What the prime minister is talking about is how to make the story as successful as a battle!"
Hu Zhong said: "How to decide?"
Mang Mao said: "Duanzi is in charge of the army outside the city and has made meritorious service by killing the Qin army!"
As soon as the words came out, there was a sigh of relief in the table. Hu Zhong said: "Disobedience, disobedience! The end of the road!"
Mr. Cheyou said: "This is exactly what you want."
When everyone heard the sound, they all looked at Mr. Cheyou, but Mr. Cheyou had an expressionless face and said nothing, as if he was a puppet. Mang Mao had no choice but to ask: "Why did you say this, sir?"
Mr. Cheyou said: "To make a road open, you have to use great force. How much effort is the Prime Minister willing to exert?"
Mang Mao said: "The soldiers leaving the city are all elite, and they will be provided with food and fodder."
Mr. Cheyou said: "It has a constant ear, so what else can it do!"
Mang Mao said: "Only one battle outside the city will win, and the rest will be ignored."
Mr. Che You said: "The suburbs of Liang are stained with blood, and he doesn't care. Would the Lord rather ignore it?"
Mang Mao said: "I would like to ask Han to send troops with thousands of bolts of silk and thousands of grains."
Mr. Cheyou said: "With a little food and silk, how many troops can we recruit?"
Mang Mao said: "What do you think, sir?"
Mr. Che You said: "The merits will go to the prime minister, and the faults will go to the Lord!"
Mang Mao said: "I would like to hear the details!"
Mr. Cheyou said: "If you have merit outside the city, it is because Duanzi has managed the army well; if you lose in battle, it is simply because the armies are unable to fight and defend. If you have good tactics, it is the merit of the prime minister; if you are incapable of fighting and defending, it is the fault of the superior."
Mang Mao said: "Is it okay to use drag as a supplement?"
Mr. Cheyou was silent again.
Mr. Hu Zhong asked: "I am stupid, may the Lord explain it clearly."
Mang Mao said: "It is so difficult to defeat the Qin army. Its tactics are deep and subtle, and you don't know its purpose. My son must dig deep trenches and high bases, and accumulate grain and fodder extensively. He will be invincible first, and then wait for the enemy to be victorious."
Both Mang Yin and Mang Hai saluted: "Here!"
Mang Mao said: "I forgot what I said. Just now when I was in the Prime Minister's Mansion, I had allowed Bo, Zhong and Ji to go out to serve in the city, and Chen'er was among them. Chen'er's strategy was sound, and he could observe the situation of the ground, and deploy his troops and equipment. I thought it was an unshakable force.”
Mangchen saluted and said, "I accept the order. But after I leave the city, who will be in charge of the affairs in the city."
Mang Mao said: "Let the civilian army in the city be handed over to Shen'er to take charge of it."
Mang Shen saluted: "Here you go!"
Mang Mao said: "This time my three sons are out of the city, my uncle is the mastermind, Zhongzi is the vanguard, and Jizi is responsible for the food. They must be single-minded and make sure there is no mistake. During the subtle mediation, you should use your heart carefully. Is that okay?"
Mr. Cheyou said: "No! Fighting or not is not on the battlefield, but in the temple. A wise Kunzhong should try to communicate with the Lord, and his fingers and arms should correspond, otherwise it will not work."
