Nanyang, Wuguan Road Crossing.
Yancheng.
When the Han army retreated north, the crops in Nanyang were almost mature.
Nanyang has good weather and good weather this year. It is a good harvest year with a lot of grain production.
Chen Longcheng, the governor of Henan, was very aware of the situation in Shaanxi and did not dare to neglect. He personally took charge of Yancheng and directed local officials to purchase grain from farmers.
Gather the food to Yancheng.
We also strengthened surveillance and inspections within the territory to prevent anyone from transporting grain to Chu State.
Because Wu Nian issued an order to exempt Nanyang from taxes for three years. Coupled with his appropriate pensions, the Han Dynasty currently has a certain foundation of popular support in Nanyang.
Everything went smoothly.
morning.
Food from the Nanyang area is still being transported to Yancheng in a steady stream. Chen Longcheng prepared the first batch of grain and asked Liu Chang, the prefect of Nanyang, to be responsible for transporting it to Chang'an.
Outside the city gate, a long queue was in order, waiting to set off. Chen Longcheng took Liu Changzai's hand and said carefully: "Master Liu. Shaanxi is in a hurry. You can't make any mistakes this time."
"Now that Wuguan Road is under our control, I am not worried about someone stealing the food and grass. But I am worried that the food will become moldy on the road due to the negligence of the people. Or something else will happen. You must be careful, and be more careful. .”
"Don't worry, Mr. Chen. If something goes wrong with this batch of food, I will definitely draw my sword and kill myself." Liu Chang said with a serious face.
"Okay. I'm very pleased that you have such determination." Chen Longcheng finally felt relieved and nodded heavily.
Soon after, Liu Changzai bid farewell to Chen Longcheng, got on his horse, and led his team to the northwest.
"I hope Shaanxi can overcome the difficulties." Chen Longcheng was worried about what happened in Shaanxi. He pinched his beard and stared at the direction the grain team was leaving, and refused to leave for a long time.
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Xiangyang.
In the temporary government office.
Houya. Xiong Wuwo was shirtless, showing his strong body like cast iron. He was holding a red tassel gun and practicing the Xiong family's marksmanship.
Although he is getting older, his guns are getting more sophisticated.
As the saying goes, a spear comes out like a dragon, and a bit of cold light arrives first.
Although Xiong Wuwo was practicing his spear, he was actually absent-minded. He really wanted to know the situation in Shaanxi.
That is, Shaanxi is separated from Xiangyang by mountains and rivers, and the road is long. Moreover, there are currently not many spies from Chu State in Shaanxi.
The news was not smooth.
"I hope Shaanxi is already in chaos and Wu Nian is in a state of despair." Xiong Wuwo thought to himself. Soon after, he finished a set of marksmanship and was sweating profusely. Soldiers immediately gave him water.
Xiong Wuwo picked up the water bowl and drank happily. A soldier held a cloth to help him wipe his sweat.
At this moment, Xiong Wuwo's general Beigong Boyu ran in, his face red, panting like an ox, sweating like rain.
"But there is chaos in Shaanxi and refugees are everywhere?" Xiong Wuwo's eyes lit up, he immediately threw away the water bowl and asked impatiently.
Beigong Boyu ran so fast that his chest felt tight for a while. He bent over and held his knees with his hands, breathing heavily.
"Hey. You are really anxious to death." Xiong Wuwo's eyes widened and he was anxious to death, but he did not rush Beigong Boyu.
There must be news, and it won't be long before now.
Beigong Boyu panted for a long time before he calmed down from the tightness in his chest. Standing up, he bent down and clasped his fists with a solemn expression: "Sir, the situation is not good."
The information was dictated by the spies, but it was extremely detailed.
Beigong Boyu told Xiong Wuwo everything that the Han Dynasty did in Shaanxi.
After hearing this, Xiong Wuwo felt as if he had been struck by lightning. My head was dizzy, I took a few steps back unconsciously, fell down on the chair, and then fell into a daze.
Beigong Boyu sighed and stood aside quietly waiting for Xiong Wuwo to accept the news.
The Chu-Han War.
Chu's territory became smaller and smaller, even the strategic location of Nanyang was lost. Under the original situation, it was no longer possible to counterattack Nanyang and recapture Shaanxi.
Who knew that God was going to destroy Wu Nian and bring drought. Seeing that northern Shaanxi was about to be in chaos, the refugees rose up and engulfed the Han army.
Unexpected.
Wu Qingqian waved his sleeves and settled the matter.
It's incredible.
Beigong Boyu couldn't help but think of the time when Emperor Daojun was the emperor. There was a drought in Shaanxi a few years ago, and Chu State was in a mess.
Not only were refugees everywhere, but rebellions broke out frequently. After the rebellion was put down, the Chu court could not provide money or food for disaster relief, so it gave the people to Wu Nian.
It directly strengthened the strength of Han State.
Really.
Comparing people with others is infuriating, so comparing goods with others has to be thrown away.
After a long time, Xiong Wuwo finally came back to his senses, raised his head and shook his head at Beigong Boyu, and said with a wry smile: "This is the gap in national power."
"The drought in Shaanxi is severe, and countless people need rations. The Han army of 200,000 to 300,000 troops also needs rations in Guanzhong."
"Countless civilians transporting grain need more rations. Horses need fodder and feed."
“Work-for-relief requires countless amounts of money.”
"Shaanxi is like a big hole with blood pouring out. It was a serious injury. Wu Nian survived."
"Even to say that is an understatement."
"Even the current Emperor Zhangwu of Chu, the King of ZTE, and the court officials are still relatively honest and capable. But they are not as good as those of the Han Dynasty."
"The profound national power of Han State makes me breathless."
"Hey." Beigong Boyu sighed in agreement.
"Sir, what should we do now? Should we continue to stay in Xiangyang and guard Xiangfan?" Then he raised his hand and asked.
Originally, they wanted to take advantage of the drought in Shaanxi to sharpen their swords and take advantage of the situation.
it's good now. Wherever there is weakness, he is ridiculously strong. Let alone Shaanxi, Nanyang cannot be defeated.
Xiong Wuwo, the second assistant, should not stay in Xiangyang. But after they left, Xiangyang was empty. When Zhang Jin of Nanyang learned the news, he didn't know if he would take advantage of it.
Xiong Wuwo sighed again, shook his head and said, "I can't leave. We have to select good generals in Xiangyang and train an elite army for defense."
"But I can't stay in Xiangyang for a long time. Now the role of the Yellow River's natural moat is minimal. The Central Plains is a land of four battles."
"The Bianliang Army, Luoyang Army, and Jinan Army are all in danger. After I train the Xiangyang garrison, I have to rush back to Nanjing. If anything happens, I can support them at any time."
"Shou. Even if we risk our lives, we have to keep the land that Da Chu still has."
Xiong Wuwo stood up, took a long breath, clenched his fists, and spoke firmly. Can you hold it?
I can't guarantee that Xiong Wu will.
But as long as he is around, he must fight Wu Nian to the end.
Protect the Chu country and the country.
Even half of the country.
"Yes." Beigong Boyu understood and bowed in response. Then, Xiong Wuwo couldn't sit still anymore and immediately went back to the study to look at the roster of Xiangyang generals.
Select good generals and train soldiers and horses.
