There was turmoil during the war and calm after the war.
Everywhere you look, there are limbs everywhere.
There are Tartars, there are compatriots, there are fathers of children, there are children of fathers.
The people who used to greet each other for a small gathering are no longer alive. The playmate who grew up together in the same village has lost his thigh. The familiar soldier who has rubbed shoulders several times has stopped breathing.
But no one had time to grieve.
They calmly lifted up the wounded soldiers who had lost their limbs, picked up the dying children, and closed their eyes.
The remaining severed limbs and corpses were all dumped into a large pit a little further away in a well-trained manner.
It is the only destination for those who died in battle. It is the most convenient and quick way to dispose of the corpses, and it is also the most helpless choice.
"Don't feel bad about being thrown into a mass grave. This is an siege. We have to close the Jinxian Line before disposing of the corpses." Jiang Jizu looked around with a nine-link sword. "If we fight outside, we won't even be able to collect the corpses." nothing."
The dead can only be exposed to the sun day after day, and finally turn into dust all over the sky, and turn into loess and withered bones.
"Father." Jiang Chengyuan stumbled forward, "We're late, Father, it's because we're late."
Fang Heng knelt down on one knee and said nothing.
Both of them believed that they arrived too late, which caused this tragedy to occur and tens of thousands of lives to be lost.
"It's neither too late nor too late. The war has never stopped, and the intrigues of both sides have never disappeared." Although Jiang Jizu didn't know what happened, he could guess pretty much, "It's just that this time, the Dayu Dynasty was defeated. The Tatars are plotting.”
"It's not just a calculation, it's a betrayal." Jiang Chengyuan gritted his teeth, "The second prince failed to seize power, and actually stole the formation map left by General Fang and defected to the Tartars. There were four defense structures there, including the Guanjin Line, which was almost equivalent to Half a military and defense map.”
Sure enough.
Jiang Jizu nodded, "Since the Guanjin Line was so easily broken and the formation left by Lao Fang collapsed so easily, I knew that the Fang family's belongings might have been leaked, but I didn't expect... that it was sent out by one of my own people. "
Fang Heng was so ashamed that he held his fists and choked, "It was because we arrived late and failed to inform Northern Xinjiang of this news in time that the Guanjin Line was attacked and so many innocent soldiers were killed.
Maybe the broken skin on the inner thigh is very painful, maybe the buttocks have long lost feeling, but compared with the lives of the Guanjin Line soldiers, this is nothing.
"Child, don't feel too guilty." Jiang Jizu sighed, "I still say the same thing, it's never too late, things have already happened. Instead of being immersed in guilt, it's better to think about what to do next, right?"
The most important lesson to learn when growing up is: solve things and don’t waste too many meaningless emotions.
For example, regret, and guilt.
The Fang family's formation map has been lost. Instead of accepting the inner punishment here, it is better to think carefully about how to deal with the Tartar attack next.
How should we deal with the second prince who is full of resentment and does not hesitate to commit treason?
Fang Heng and Jiang Chengyuan had solemn expressions on their faces. After looking at each other, they immediately started discussing.
Jiang Jizu personally carried the unconscious Deputy General Jin and carried him to the small graveyard at the headquarters.
If you reach the rank of deputy general, you will have an independent tomb, and if you reach the rank of chief general, your spirit will be carried back to Fengjing. This is considered a certain degree of honor in the Dayu Dynasty.
But everyone is dead, what do you want glory for?
Jiang Jizu sighed again, took out two sausages wrapped in oil paper from his arms, and placed them in front of the grave bag.
"Lao Jin, you shouldn't be lonely. Here are all the brothers who fought side by side in the past. They are all around to accompany you."
"Don't worry about the two boys at home. I will let the Jiang family take care of you. You are a meritorious official of the Dayu Dynasty, and all the people will remember your contribution..."
"Take these two sausages with you. Don't be lonely on the road to Huangquan. Maybe it won't be long before Lao Jiang will catch up with you."
"Don't laugh, Lord, who is lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times."
"How many people will come back?"
The wind was blowing, and the remaining leaves and branches were blown into the deputy general's cemetery. Looking around, I saw that it was full of graves.
These densely packed people, these layers of souls.
Jiang Jizu turned around lonely and looked at the two heroic young men, finally feeling a little relieved on his face.
No one can always be the backbone. The country must be represented by talented people, so that the country can be solid and stable.
"Have you come up with any countermeasures?" He raised his voice and asked.
Fang Heng and Jiang Chengyuan looked at each other.
Jiang Chengyuan, who was older, took the lead and said, "General Fang's formation Tuli participated in the construction of four border defense lines. The Tartars have tasted the benefits today and are likely to attack the other three border defense lines."
"Soldiers are very quick. Once we discover that the formation map is missing, we will take precautions. The Tartars will definitely take advantage of the time when we are not aware of it to gain results."
"Relying on this information difference, we can even capture the Tartar army in turn, making it impossible for them to come back!"
The nineteen-year-old boy vaguely inherited his father's style in his speech. The influence of a family of military commanders made him organized and clear in thinking.
Jiang Jizu nodded with satisfaction, then turned to look at Fang Heng.
"The main responsibility for the attack on the Guanjin Line this time is the loss of the formation map, but there is another small drawback that we must pay attention to." The fifteen-year-old boy felt guilty and was not ashamed to talk about the formation map because it belonged to the Fang family. , "General Zhou always thought that the Tartars were attacking 50,000 people. According to the strength of the two sides, even if 50,000 people broke through the city defense, they would not be able to defeat the 100,000 border troops."
"But the 40,000 people hiding under the horse's belly disrupted our position. I deliberately opened the Tartar horses to check. The so-called hiding under the horse's belly actually meant wrapping cloth of the same color around the horse's back, leaving a gap in the belly. Hide, and emerge in rags during battle.”
"This kind of hiding can't last long. The Tartars must plan not far from the Guanjin Line, and the sentries are unaware of it."
"General." Fang Heng clasped his fists, "My subordinates believe that the location of sentry patrols needs to be further away, and the number of sentries must also be increased."
Sentinels are the eyes of the army. Only by observing all directions and listening in all directions can we effectively detect the enemy's situation.
Jiang Jizu nodded and agreed to this request.
"So father, are we going to fight?" Jiang Chengyuan asked, his eyes shining.
The victory at Guanjin Line was a tragic victory. Deputy General Jin's life could not be wasted. There were so many innocent compatriots and so many fallen soldiers.
None of them can die in vain!
Future generations will seek justice for them and give them clear skies.
Jiang Jizu did not nod this time, but looked directly at the two future generals, "Which line of defense do you think the Tartars will attack next?"
There are a total of four lines of defense involving General Fang.
Guanjin Line, Guyuan Line, Datong Line, Xuanji Line, Xuanji Line and Datong Line are slightly further apart, while Guanjin Line and Guyuan Line are closer.
If the same group of people were attacking, the Guyuan line would definitely be the best choice based on the high cost of troops and speed.
"It should be the Guyuan Line." Jiang Chengyuan was rarely sure.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Jizu shook his head, "No."
