At the end of the day on February 20th, Cheng Taishan had a late breakfast in the middle tent.
On the table were a basket of cooking cakes, a large pot of stewed dried meat, and a bowl of shredded bamboo shoots. He held a cooking cake in his left hand and took a bite of half of it. He held the chopsticks in his right hand and rolled up a small half of the meat in the basin with one chopstick and stuffed it into his mouth. Chew it inside, then put the cooking cake into the soup, dip it in the juice, pick it up with chopsticks and stuff it into your mouth.
After finishing three dishes with lightning speed, he asked the soldiers to take them away. He wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, blew his nose vigorously, and said in a loud voice: "I think it is better to perform martial arts, otherwise the morale of the army will be weakened and it will be easy to be defeated in one fell swoop."
Mo Lingfeng sat in the front seat and thought seriously: "A grand martial arts performance can indeed boost morale and make Tang Baichuan dare not act rashly."
Cheng Taishan blew his nose again - he had a cold and his nose was red. Fortunately, his appetite was still strong, so there was no need to worry too much: "The life is more difficult than I thought."
This kind of siege is very torturous. Even if there is food and drink, people's spirits are constantly wearing away. It seems that one foot is already on the top of the cliff. It is not known whether it will fall to pieces or turn the danger around. It makes people want to have the result immediately.
Mo Lingfeng lowered his eyes and picked up the hot tea and took a sip: "Brother-in-law, such a fierce person, can be afraid sometimes."
"Ferocious?" Cheng Taishan sniffed, "I don't dare to take it seriously. He is not half as good as General Mo."
Mo Lingfeng laughed, put down the tea cup, and nodded: "Kindness does not control soldiers."
The central tent door opened, and a cold wind quickly swept through the room. Cheng Taishan hugged himself tightly with his arms and huddled up, so cold that he wanted to shiver - he was particularly afraid of the cold after catching a cold.
Without looking back, he knew who the person who could sneak in without telling him was.
Wu Jin turned around and closed the door, handing the medicine bowl to Cheng Taishan with one hand: "Your medicine."
"Thank you." Cheng Taishan took the medicine bowl, drank it all in one gulp, frowned bitterly, and put down the bowl.
Wu Jin sat down opposite him: "What are you discussing?"
Mo Lingfeng said: "Great performance of martial arts."
Cheng Taishan nodded: "Yes, what do you think about raising morale?"
Wu Jin thought for a moment and did not answer directly. Instead, she asked, "What do you think the tabloids are talking about?"
Jeju City is besieged on all sides, and there are heavy troops even outside the west city gate. All the Mo family's military barracks have been moved into the city to avoid the enemy's prying eyes. They are sitting here and don't even know the news about Kuanzhou. How could they know about the tabloids.
Cheng Taishan reached out and kneaded the roots: "It's all our business."
Mo Lingfeng was thoughtful but silent, turning his pottery xun in his hand and listening to what they said.
Wu Jin shook his head: "In my opinion, there are no tabloids at this time."
"No?" Cheng Taishan moved his nose vigorously, trying to ventilate his nose, but only a hopeless and blocked sound came out of his nostrils.
Wu Jin nodded: "The incident in Kuanzhou was like a sharp blade, swung directly at the supreme imperial power. The people's hearts were shaken by this. The tabloids have always exaggerated. If the new emperor wants to stabilize the court, he should be strict with the tabloids on the grounds that they are 'falsely spreading the truth.'" Increase control. "
He looked at Mo Lingfeng: "If Tang Baichuan loses, the new emperor will not only lose two cities, but the imperial power will also be challenged. More people will realize that the imperial power is not indestructible, and will take action, leading to chaos in the country.
At first, based on the size of the treasury, I estimated that Tang Baichuan would only have three months to stop. Now, based on the public opinion, I concluded that Tang Baichuan would not move at all for a month. The emperor was already very anxious and there must be an order to urge him.
A big show of force will leave gaps in the defense. I don't think there is a need for a big show of force. Tang Baichuan won't wait too long. "
Cheng Taishan looked at Mo Lingfeng.
They are waiting for Mo Lingfeng to make a decision.
Mo Lingfeng leaned back and looked up, covering his eyes: "I won't do any martial arts, but I want to urge you without leaving any traces."
Wu Jin nodded: "I'll take care of it. A fire destroyed a warehouse last month, so I'll use this to make a fuss."
At this time, outside Jeju City, just as Wu Jin expected, there were new people around the new emperor. Following the new emperor's orders, they brought several jars of wine and came to reward the three armies.
Tang Baichuan knew that reward was the same as urging. After thanking him, he said without mercy or hardness: "Since ancient times, we have been attacking."
The city is a difficult task, and it is often impossible to capture it within a year. This matter cannot be rushed. "
The emissary smiled and said: "You can't rush, but the national treasury is in a hurry, and besides - everyone in the world is watching."
Tang Baichuan had no choice but to send the emissary away and share the royal wine. He sat in the middle tent and thought for a long time. Until midnight, he was still tossing and turning, so he simply got up and walked under the chariot.
He asked the sentry who had been replaced: "How is the situation at the top of the city?"
The sentry replied: "Same as before, the soldiers were tired and stood leaning against the wall, rarely talking or moving."
Tang Baichuan nodded, frowning into the word "chuan", and stood there for a long time. When he was about to leave, the wooden house above suddenly waved a small white flag.
The soldiers pulled the pulley and brought the wooden house down. The sentry inside came out, walked in front of Tang Baichuan in a few steps, raised his hands and said: "General, there was a small commotion at the top of the city just now! Two soldiers were fighting for food and were dragged down! "
Tang Baichuan immediately became energetic: "Grab the food!"
Well-trained soldiers, well-fed and well-fed, would not violate military discipline for a bite to eat. Is there something wrong with the food and grass in Jeju City?
When he thought about it again, he thought it was impossible.
Mo Lingfeng dared to rise up, the food and grass could not last for only a month.
He thought of the fire that occurred when Mo Jiajun first entered the city. He carefully questioned the people who fled Jeju. The fire burned an entire street, including an empty warehouse.
Whether it is empty or full, it seems difficult to say now.
"Take the horse," he turned around and ordered his soldiers, "go outside the south city gate!"
The personal soldiers brought the horses over, and he took twenty personal guards with him, rode the horses and whipped, and headed out of the south city gate.
Outside the south gate of Jeju City is the dock, and a river passes outside the city from west to east.
A bridge was built on the other side of the river from the East City Gate to the South City Gate. The bridge piers are large boat-shaped stones, which are made of stone strips stacked in layers. The water is separated at both ends, and there are four piers in total. In the middle, the lucky boat can pass. The bridge deck is made of large pine wood, just like the Wengcheng suspension bridge. It can be folded and erected on a stone pier.
The sound of horse hoofs alerted the 20,000 people guarding the place. Everyone quickly cheered up. Wu Tianyou greeted him at the bridge. Tang Baichuan dismounted from his horse, raised his right hand and pressed it down, interrupting everyone's salute before exiting, and strode towards the river bank. As he walked quickly, he asked Wu Tianyou: "What's going on with the rebels?"
Wu Tianyou followed closely: "There is no abnormality, but the spirit is gradually weakening."
"Where's the smoke?" Tang Baichuan walked faster and faster, "Has it decreased in the past few days?"
The Mo Jiajun's rear camp is near the south city gate, close to the water source.
"No." Wu Tianyou followed.
"Is the rotation on time?"
"I was late for my shift at Youshi today."
"Call the sentry down."
"yes."
The soldiers holding torches almost ran after him. The firelight shook and figures were everywhere on the ground.
Tang Baichuan walked all the way to the nest cart on the river bank. When he was ten steps away from the nest cart, he stopped stepping forward and took a look at the soldiers standing guard on the river bank.
As soon as he looked at it by the firelight, a surge of anger immediately surged into his heart.
